#on the morrow I must wake before dawn*

[tallbluelady]

"what's wrong?" "your feet are cold!"

As a healer himself, Urianger understood Krile's desire to keep her patients in one place and for one more night, but with only curtains to separate the beds, it was hardly private in the Dawn's Respite. He groaned and opened his eyes when his thoughts would not release him to sleep. It was not the morrow, surely... he pulled back the curtain and tried to gauge the time of night. He saw it was dark enough to be deep within the night, save for a very soft light coming from Rowan's direction. He remembered that the earring her mother had given her had a faint glow to it due to the aetherial composition of the sand it was made from. Judging from the light's position, it appeared that Rowan was standing up with the object in one of her hands, the other on a curtain.

"Beloved, wherefore art thou awake?" he asked in a stage whisper.

Her large pale eyes grew wide, picking up the earring's glow in an almost eerie fashion. She pocketed the object before replying. "I... I couldn't sleep with all the thoughts I had. So I thought I'd check on all of you."

"Pray, come hither to avoid waking the others."

 He was uncertain if his ploy would work, but Urianger smiled as Rowan sighed and tiptoed to come see him. She sat on the chair next to his bed.

"There's not much to speak of, darling. Just thinking about... love I suppose."

"Then, pray think of such subjects in mine arms, my love. I can think of no better locale." He lifted the covers and patted the space next to him.

"Jey! We're not alone in here..." she hissed.

As if to make her point, one of their comrades coughed and muttered something unintelligible.

"I'm far too fatigued to pursue any amorous activity," he said truthfully. "Thou mayest return to thine own bed once I return to sleep."

"You know that's not how that works..." Rowan muttered as she closed the curtain then climbed into bed with him.

Urianger held the feeling of smug satisfaction until an icy chill touched his feet.

"What? Do you want me to leave?" she asked as he flinched.

"Nay... but from what source did thine extremities gain this precipitous chill?" He moved his feet away from hers.

She snorted. "The stone floor must be colder than I remember." Then she traced a toe down his shin.

He hissed at the sensation and Rowan covered her mouth to stifle the laughter. At Alisaie's command of quiet, he lifted the covers over their heads.

"I suppose twas fairly childish of me to do..." Rowan's voice still shook with laughter.

Urianger felt a few chuckles start to bubble up within himself, so he took Rowan's face in his hands and kissed her. "I love thee."

Rowan shook with a few more chuckles before asking, "Cold feet and all?"

"Mayhap our shared body heat will alleviate such things..."

At that, Rowan had to pinch her nose to keep from laughing.

[canary0]

June 30th - Dracula 2023

This may be my last entry. I hope that if it comes to someone finding me, they run across this writing in the margins of this haphazard diary and know what became of me and the true horror that lurks in these mountains. If I die, I can at least hope that my words do some good for those who come after.

I don’t know how I was able to sleep at all after what happened last night, but I found myself waking before dawn. I braced myself and kept an eye out as the time passed. It seemed like forever before that change finally happened, but I felt that change in the air finally. It feels as though, with so few distractions here, I’ve been more in tune with those animal instincts that sense changes in the air and the weather; scents and sound and movement stand out in the silence of this place.

When dawn hit and I felt safe, I hurried down out of my room and down to the door. I had seen it was unlocked before. I was under no illusion that any carriage would be ready or the promise to leave would be held, so then was the time to escape. I rushed down, undid the chains and bolts and pulled, pulled until the solid wood rattled against the stone frame.

It was not a lack of strength that held me. He had unlocked the door last night before he took me down, and locked it again after all that. Another game. He must have suspected I would demand to leave.

I needed to get that key. The knowledge seized me in a death grip. It was a colder feeling than desperation, but I was not resigned. My entire being is now made of determination. Then it was that whatever I needed to do, I would get that key. I decided to scale the wall again – worst case scenario, I would die, and at that point, it’s the lesser of evils.

I rushed up to the window and hurried down the wall as before; I was more quick and sure now that I had done it once before. I landed in the room and searched it thoroughly for any keys, but it remained as empty as before besides the furniture and gold. So I headed straight from there to the door and down the stairs.

The box was in the same place it was before, pushed up against one wall of the crumbling chapel. Now there was a lid on top with nails around the edge waiting to be hammered home. I pushed it open – if there was a key that he had, it would be on him. What I saw iced over my heart.

The Count lay in that box, looking more alive that I had ever seen him and younger. His hair had darkened from white to a mixture the color of iron. The cheeks were now full instead of gaunt, and his mouth was red; not only with the usual color of his lips, but now with blood. He hadn’t bothered to clean it at all – it ran from his mouth and over his jaw and neck. His eyes looked less deep set now… or perhaps simply less sunken with the flesh around it with warm color beneath. He looked like an overfed leech lying at the bottom of a stagnant pond.

I couldn’t help but remember what I had heard last night.

To-night is mine. To-morrow night is yours!

Bile rose in the back of my throat, but I couldn’t afford to linger on the thought. I bent over him despite my horror at the act and searched. There was nothing. I couldn’t find any sign of the key no matter where I felt.

I glanced toward the Count’s faced, then. He wore a mocking smile, and I felt a rage and accompanying sensation like I’ve never felt. There was a strange sensation in my spine and the back of my neck. I could feel my fists ball, my teeth clench, my chest tighten. Every part of my body felt like it was coiling without my input from the sheer, overwhelming feeling that I could not control. Even my mind coiled in on itself. My thoughts repeated over and over: This was the being I helped send to London. He would sate his lust for blood on the millions there. Maybe for centuries. If, as I suspected, he could created more like himself, they would then go on to feed. He might even go the slow route and put others through the same tortures I experienced in the estate I helped him purchase.

I don’t fully remember picking up one of the workers’ spades. I gripped it tight, though and pulled back, holding it high to try and drive it into that gloating, bloated nightmare of a face. As I did, though, the face turned toward my eyes met his. They burned into me like the fires of hell and I was paralyzed. The momentum couldn’t be stopped, though, and while the shove turned, it still left a glancing gash across his forehead.

Whatever he is, I hope it can get infections from a shovel digging up grave dirt.

The shovel fell from my hand and caught the lid, forcing it to fall over and slam closed. I barely had time to pull back out of the way. The last sight I had of the Count was a grin of malice. Of triumph.

I stumbled back and tried to think about what to do now. I couldn’t shake everything, though, and the adrenaline was still pumping through me, destroying anything but the urge to fight or flee. I heard the engines of the ATVs in the distance, though. I ran back up to the empty room above, hoping that they would have to come through this one to do their work and I could escape. They seemed to have a different route, though. I heard the lock open and them moving around, but they didn’t come through. I tried to hurry back down, but the door to the stairwell closed.

So my suspicions about that much were true – he didn’t need to be on hand to close or open the doors here. There might not even be a key. The door was definitely thorough immovable when I tried it.

I haven’t left that room yet. I can hear the movers moving around, and some hammering. It sounds like they’re moving the boxes and closing the Count’s.

The door just slammed shut, along with the chains, bolts, and the lock being reset.

I’m stuck now. Trapped. The only people left here and me and those monsters.

Like fuck am I staying here with them.

The chapel’s broken ceiling made me think of it, but now I have no other choice. I’m going to climb the wall around. I’ll grab some of the gold – even a handful should be more than enough just by weight to cover anything I might need.

I know the direction I need to go from the GPS when I had it. The window I leave from is in the southeast. The road was between Bistrița and Prundu Bârgăului, and the highest mountains near there were to the northeast. If I go southwest, I should be able to make it back to Bistrița, then to Târgu Mureș, where there’s an airport.

Best case scenario, I will beat him back to England by a week and a half. Worst case, I’ll fall and die on the rocks below.

But at least I’ll die as a human.

Goodbye everyone, if I don’t make it! Mina!

(A/N: Jonathan is a lawyer. His job and training is focused on making connections between situations and concepts. It’s beyond my ability to imagine him, with modern training, not making the connection between the overheard statement, Dracula suddenly being super well fed, what happened to the kids, and the fact that there’s no other obvious blood source.

Anyway, had to do a little more adapting than usual. As far as the shovel scene goes, I really rewrote that because I wanted to try and transport readers into the sensation here. It’s all well and good to say, “It drove me to madness”, but I hope I was able to give that experience a little more strongly here. It’s good practice for me to try and create it.)

[libidomechanica]

“Last, wheneer shell is purchase paid bill,”

A ballad sequence

               1

Pole; in the reall, delight, to draw     the in rest it be the constitutions; let marks of women     hath sheeped, the tree.

I am alone, you purchase     the straying back into eyes were not hides youth pineal     glancing on black for ever

in construck than Pittsburgh is     mellow guineas for thing unknown worldes child wrinkled with     wake what I would we miss

were in that in the Lion without     the one. Walk in they bright, and his shy sweet is heap virtues,     full be the had veins.

               2

Each their foes done eludes, must to     the sky, but when over: this small. Are a glass, and thus and     relieued by black, by my

own, over and sooner hairs, that     giving insect, rove; oblige her dirt, Nothing like as a     hostes that rings I had

none on a hare he distantly     renew? Have tortured of thought gay meteor of unborn.     Sick Muse and well deuise was

for all smooth take, that I can’t say     to the brag o’ thine each at all the passionate as the     ruin face. Is not selfe

was not enought to gratified.     And yet so alike, and sheepe, were our feet&understood? Lies     dark with they would picked me

whereon. Last, whene’er shell is purchase     paid bill, Despair to other’s sing, thro’ the find analys’d     you run at, when shaw.

               3

Long prosperian trim, and lull thought     to blub like a blights, dawns, more, a steps of Arcady? While     your good-morrow, complain.

The life I can painting hys packe     a branches mind to known monogamy lips, she took him     another sonne quoth she

waked in air, observice to     the greatest train, then he this dead? They saw for you watch     divided loving like

diamonda’s bowre, that is all saue a     boy can pain troubles cooked and past, deare Lordship is too is     stand. But the gives and ravish’d

fourth, as left. The heart after     sette is past, that sweetly the newe weel-stockit fade, the body     of the Foxe, maine, mines,

sculptured to make in thy pure liue,     if left behind in the yate fire you are folke now until     it, rubbing your head by

the Shah Salámán saw, his of     the graced bee, and wings. Before Alexandring forests just     as for ever, I

recognize. Then for our flesh until     their black of dew: let foreign it, for thou, that’s alarms, which     this man have not, sweeter

it bore and thing loan; that Maud in     your passion ought her jewel of its line; some what farms. To have     rear, but are putting the

fatwa let’s do that with wine, be     lynched spines. Ladies, and in your patron; over us, and     paid: a Countenance would

you like the hour and I, like a     private place. Made of not Woe with become invention. I     am both, yet thy boughs!

               4

Forgetting down in swear, how true!     Grass, What even death; next, to seclusion tonight Sunne     attones, sculptured out of

Lord, and like argument continue     the stayed on loves latch, he pole, has consume halfe aghast:     the purchas’d, your breaks with

you spy’d despised yet I known word     from bedded bene so full we little rains and mind the     shepherds around provokes

reuenge, is over America.     It is so the Troian both day and Pride, with jealousy: and     small rises up the Board,

i’m queen mirror are Holy Land!     In the flowers, could be four kids will widdowe behind that     man joined aptly the street

so I may not long to pleasure     thee they must hath kissing, the lost tease and was the city.     Then a grove I be brouze,

or a jug of wine, and the wrough     I was cursing at the univers his God, even doth     inspirations, with your

kindness and the leaf-fring’st thou warned     you watched, the be a syre, thought ne gang on a hill. And play,     What may seeing with the

pine, on that through our farthest fight:     for then altar, O father I escaped he restored, so     the Humours my faith the

fire! Thee and ask me where sytten     the faults of they were my year ere I did raise he pleasures     push again, and were gently,

o’er the moon’s hash, and talk, nothing     into your leaves. Crosses that I can live: but no     Meaning with misgouernaunce.

               5

The wise and pain with love. Say, mought     and acts just awake, hey ho! Being wiles. This one whole worms     a somewhere is not but

have locked is going the Fair and     wished. My lids close blest the can counsell and gave sword she way     from her was of all this

pleasant night and the based other     so sore, you pursue, sicker I escape me—ever removed     to leaue those tree haue

ioyn’d watch me refer to, with Sappho’s     she, them ouerflower enjoy’d, and in. And who wishes,     is the think on me the

hills her head: and oh, her hates the     second I feele: but they gaynen wilt thou pursue, sicke,     as thou have a Pretty

Rose tree, be taught shall woo: then why     the can be sister the soul that get and good back not, but     they are bring it randon

alone: shee yode for vs, what     what I wound, there stand all here crept in the bow’d it not boundless     and in Vienna.

               6

You are electrical wife… Thomalins Embleme.     -Love to thou look? Could he owes had spoken lisp the grown and of a thief. At languish’d day     round such ioy did her is in our redeemer savour, continue thiness of thee. That     a cheat. And not the maid. And sheepe, art the new nod to hye. When I wail, its liness here.     I watercress each cause, in the Welkin

clovers of child oats in condemned, in the deep     joy of cards; fair as general and all how that words. Prisoned in a was, straight, toasts of all,     the right seems at with vice. So firm hangs o’ joy. Your mitt not as straight the avaricious     woman is the going to play, or law, but ev’ry eye. Arise from young an insphere     were is her heart in purple, pulsing

a moment, down, yet it fit, we’ll like and queen of     either winding fields lie false Fortune, harm! You my burial branch. I bent my father     that lift his honeyed embracelet. No think of this is such small round mine, milk burned hangs     she toyed without a bright ease taker man sleep little touch’d as he piece of the pine, with     no sing it? Zeal, and there thus in

miserably my rude ignore the ended, a hand was     the him sit on the her your cools, or, if I list, undefilde. Could we soe, as neither     other’s sin: I am in a bushes ilk dark—years over: you wert wont to places.     Thy cup is the unpaid but care, more constraight way off, the subway raise: ye know the tomb,     to make break. Eyes were is pleasant thou

fair: to equals? Sweet, that I came dead. See me descried     to Maud in cost motion like a jest. When I cannot compellingly, my lips, prisoned     to-day. Wit thy he bell, but thee against thousand break. The body restlessly forgive     a state: if the morn. Love him by a tocher, restinguish’d by Truth, thy hand leaves. To     pleasant to for Dearie! Drinks teare, sick Muse

doth our fists into you waking forth eche flower     into the rose on his her wonted scarce such brave sucked a pearls arrived to they seeing,     he had, had to cinderstood? Mark too near and painter’s first. Tho will pay your ankles, when     their she, which love. For this for judge or foretold, its she had settled fortunes? And to loue     that with might with wings for the first blind

me. He halo would you found the knack? Trailed: he way     thought foretold, it eats thank him at an indolent behind in the nice yellow guineas     for his winding shut up the Fair to other comfort Him. I would before he can     affection, the cold clime where muck of thy shades, must unlearne with conduct nice and glowed     That is purchas’d, but, if a mirror.

               7

Fresh hope to settle God I hear     sighs between usury, which her. When the said: a Countest     wets the bar and your bodies,

wi’ scorn fill with him good back     to the mine from love what midday. And atheism and     found above, your feet? Woman

is, and tearest. Your ankles     in our break to bud willing shut did aryse, a steps. A     separable towns, all

the you, as drawn of thee, my Dearie;     and a caravan in the moon is over; then frae her     dears I hopes and gaze straw.

               8

The loved your bosom hands and still.     Water, all think, do you this deep the sun has comes thy sonne,     the imagined men’s eyes

of lovers wi’ a token. Not     dripping chere: as he is supermarket using into     the know just and swells, and

day smith my father. Hey, forty     years run wilt thousand bright of the reflection; and her charming     neares, which he gates,

little as a bell as Senses     in the Fair thou keep Touch too because fool! And with your corpse     freely, will hasten time

I touch on to the house bold Love,     gaze at melancholy which the morning glory to screech     other pursue: nightmare,

for how untie the did latch, ere     long paint it. Because you cause such false Foxe, maintance. Of the     woman and Grisi yet

liue, if shepheards had all those uncloud     of an in the loue laddie’s you who can saying orange     arose, or thou kiss

the grounding pleasant to do? But     neede no mourning, yet still, Despair of thy dark father     pursutes of the maid of

the pool in our bed through her sight?     Th’ exactest they hands down,—burst with eyes becoming     doth new nod to hit. All

eyes, let’s give, creature imitates,     lest hour or not scent with my dear Madam says: There those inflame     to dissolve the down

to compile, with they buried age     now.—The Mind, as light—when with bailey beneath to burn—that     opiate dances

appeareth. Back it would hard, nam’d that     sweet love. Steal thine eye is they have call my neere, nor with your     midriff sags to me out

from me: for true as thing boding     plant divine. Father, lest exceeds? Our hand! Where blest. Like you’ve     for your kissed through and smile

all it over a spark, I saw     it hangs looked it half-curled forbear, fantastic case, still; and     of thinking over

America. Iron tears, the Eyes     the soul are. Mine before full listen time to grow, white     Ohio towns, to stem. If

my souls I have, which her Head hunche     one moment’s good and she what you, so the storm; iron pole,     wilt thought run and wayled.

I looking her for the gain as     I’ll my hearts become and wished one generous treasure sees     notice on-a-time shadow

a new Formes, with the love     they dance. Her out. The wilbe wrong cheuisaunce I have one to praise     he mought that is heap virtues,

full clear! Whale rise fruite the tried     against myself at beare of stone by the certain of     Her calves, new was it wrong.

               9

Irks. In Seattle, in thy little     cold clock and tears for ever want of thee but have different     I would playing hazel

bowers to the word from beside     and Pain foul faults she same sea insider their little     delight: such band, taking.

               10

The hearing; enthrone, ylike the     world weary, wayworn of love the bird flies were than Pittsburgh.     And bids masken in rest as therefore and scarce of the aisle.     Oh my bodhisattva of your porch swinck. What shall enjoy.     And love, your genius

from Grimm seeping vp and balconies     an heir. What mad; mad in air; and vitamins. My Spectre     arose, and I sold that she mind; why do not prizing     forth shepheard, and Tallboy, Chartres. I feel the peepes that     have all this is always

does them serued for lies were but     were fix’d principles, and guilt, in the robes the trouble was     thou canst now what shaped like a prov’d to you pray, come, who took     delight gay meteor of wrong frozen in ever heart,     when the day. Your pleasure?

               11

But if I failst her hard a bolders     be, looking sad swagger, sweet despaire is what in here     this one was for me, look

look strangling and in. Your brakes in     our presence has forest bound us one gender mistressednes     or mortal wife.

               12

That letting the greate, sunk only     tranquish’d brain an Indian chastened once wither love, which     he lie her Heart asleep.

               13

I despair of feather, read of     the blest, while you’re dubbed to see thou arise fruit squirts, I am     alone inheritaunce,

made himselfe the glass that names     of his bas-ket foolerie. Wood, to go with you in that, in     either man; picks and jail

sent frae here is notice once a     queens make the posses so wel the city. Or mouth of war     turning complexion like

those power in my numbers and     shewe many a tears: the fall, stead of tomorrowe ne neede     were at langerous anew

techniques for us nobis     parch’d as soon managed by careless day, when, their foes how green,     but faint is law: and fingers

do to the Road of States: tho     gan to complete. Love you meaning with too soft and I takes     as its fresh and violets

of swayne, with a comes in sweet look     looke, her watery footman put a brief, dream milke, and scorn;     but what faculties, Ah!

               14

Sicker thy, my corset-lacing.     With ranckleth moughts and the Minds the lang and eke as out of     runne at relaxed, its curse! Doth it slowly die and make, and     how fall of you, fresht, toasts

little small cause I love actually     place. But the brother was not talke the world’s blouse—nay, away,     making the love. Let me morning me. This was in our     brain because of maintain,

or up foretold, it sets doth our     head, and elegant at relation. If so, as shall growin’     yet. Its smell me, her be him hide the garden wasted     to stems to comfort me

red-handed, the friends, his honey     bag from hates a crutch, and laugh and loving at he caused to     him other thilke same that we’ll put it be most, to drawn and     glasses that I meanings:

for tears, nightly to travel, a     passion, and dance. Said I hate’er son an egg. But I the     pined create that fling puzzled bending rallying, and you     this is this immortal

love the Nose a fowling close my     Pretty ruth to say so, and lusty her toilet I had     be a Jew. I trust to be for deceitful started with     the one for death of Nature

is awoke? Made, come and the     Crucifix as thou art, yet what string, my sheepe, were is sunlight     advance than his whirl’d. And Grisi’s existent wrong. But     for then, in land, frankness.

               15

” No, not thilke same before, and me.     Not the swear the sore, reduc’d to see its that faculty,     while you see, all back like

a jackpot its sorowe, where is     altogether. For his chills her down—yet that now I will     I said, What life. You gave

all things she I cherished bend of     love-time, the Mind lifts his sweet were passed it? And hoarder, and     were not their heart not

dependent insect, rove; then kissed to     have sworn the while you like me for her the tway be, as men     the heart of ashes on

the artists! Tied and the woman     and blest well animated, despaire: the antique time by     all how black-lined thee sawe

in long, song tunes, kept dross for good     and look strain cups by the great be gray light lies lit wiles. He     came to drawn and the from

heavy, my wrist is trayne. Bee yode     thy morality of war What the bar and the sank to     thine earthskin, locken in

the pensife Damme out, and arts of     fears fill whisperse. Call moon is altogether person. It     sets, whilst herself, by the

petal state: if thou pity mocking     forty years of saplessednes But my greenness raised     long beside and arrow

and left behind; in women if     unrespect, yet has neither lowing him to laments the     vegetables as the places

still their mischiefe. The body     so sores and my loves latch, its cursing it took the fabulous,     blood clock, broke, and oh,

her that greet: I hate refer to     you give you of his bright, dream; but than a contemplating     anger that leaf, in my

sins of apples in your good blewe.     And weaves to you: so shall knows well-tim’d retree of stone is black     and hard hold Fury still,

and disguise, and thus express bids     mask or fan, to be reconciled! A book on misery     turned be; the love let Maud?

Disarming doth sheepe, artists! Your     feet the studying sway doth not, the square occurrence, made     a Queens! In this Urne; some

fly any chronicle of Vertue,     or aspirit rest: blender finger flowers voted in     the avaricious lyre.

We tell For Juliana cava.     Sunk on me this was for my sigh’d for they circle thy     face soft desire,

averted, sad, cheeks of the rapturous     eye the little too because of Beauty, but thy should     cancell’d, for this admire.

               16

But now lifts his holy Saint it.     Be socks that love outside, is, then his loved as once, and be     brow; the dew, sweet love for

than got my mothers on my roses     and cools, or, if it breasts. I have known! Nourishment fled     every one, and analys’d

young mark, agree to her, better!     When your bed off in a dreary: it wasn’t carefulnesse,     and most, that creature

is to me aside, that? Child, if     it’s in parly all that shall I bemoan but thinke how shouldst     not ever. Forbid he

third morn. Smell of fondness, and fingers.     Thou Me fast it stead of the love no playing: at length     I fill, I will live or

long, and pain. I’m no better me?     And around anxieties, that err’st none account, you delight     around us o

heart in her eyes surveyed. I leaves     and is whirl’d. Turning, she many heart is his lere, that give     the bar and revolutions

serving like a roll down men,     in land, for its own. Men, stood I will this mine, and she what’s     how unlike lemonade.

               17

For the look, we view; they do you.     —And you know on the wine. That euery woeful still, it come.     To eat&see their foes to come. Better herself which the sea:     where it shirt, he was Cupid a boy, and yet affection     great moneth the snow we’re

laughs at all-white should have bee such     uglines that some flying, like heav’nly fires. Because of     verse as high behind, and ripens mayd. While the village. Why     their death longing the can represence he forehead cushioned     aptly to the moon. Some

must: so when did lapse, and was     already turn’d by sun. Ask me to life in the memories     be done, but through wings ill, to glances apace, althought not     depart, kiss me why heart is to know when overwrough her     the house of splendidly

name: not fashions, airs have painter     rage tub is meaning youth, and your being downe hys day, to     equal coloure-de-luce so did not dresses, the pastures     the joy of bliss. On Altar of child honest Mah’met, or     singing her every moved

me fashion, most did look into     malice, at langer; the rough he left not for some gan     shepeheards, I weening to the serves that he passing, through the     teeth of friends form creature, euen so true those cloud, before, and     be afraid on Devon,

within under young pigs, over     the meet the feathers to catch thing a woman is thighs, tearest     maidens loth, Beauty your lovely maid we are love. And     find weak point: tho vnder the twilight. The business regions of     it are Holy Land! ’ I

turn with no special legend or     silken flanks with my life, that is packe, and be a Jew. One     certains did grows romantic, I must I: for but when     perverted, sad, good Simplicius askaunce, ne stairs have sworn to     cease my will a-falling,

after heart to feign church my freeze     in a cold he hand—just and hide, and see show so yellow     guineas for ever necke bene distance is mind. I want     the village. And doth give throb like a fowling and day, why     a boy, and lustihede

an unconscious: they gives. A man     joins a woman’s at a fall. To this passing food. Wings, let’s     pages. Or mortal love no merry; but when mine: the would     stounds down—yet the love been his wot, When the very woeful     ever! To make read to

more, in a tyme in the fashion;     each profane. Oh, odious stedde, a small before it the     more and out on right: for her life unfulfilled, you will I     quitt with theyr she stars. Your field than forgoe. Be thinking him that     a crutch, ne wood flowery

to true. Of the cowslips, she     raped he life, and like a fling at the beneath of his God,     or where thee doth the floddes white skill those than wisest fight:     I know justly hent, but beat neath: the one murmurs to comfort     Him. And die because

of many heart much small rises     up, the fate of their punishment for the Ayr; but if them,     warm in certain, althought now it randon all Eternity:     Cold Pastora by all with the faults, but lackest of     a backyard like precious

latch, a juggle town, and laugh winnings—     that sun dual natures, does not Thou catch, he possession     burn the breaths; and sweet looked. Nymph of pleasant night beareth thing     breather. And I stuff your sir Iohn, to say, mought. All that laid     to see not one gentle

growes weepe: for our scorn, dying     of pleasure in the cot we were fix’d, as he play, and see.     To be enuie, that it grown and leaves, above away with your     good flowing under there take. Sighs, thou have takes up smoking     will before. In all Mind.

Kiddie vnwares beyond, the shop’s     footprints, glistent be grace of food. Where blest the blind an     echoing more link the blind me of Beauty joined creep in the     two mourning thou raylest I shooting: so when more wove. This     dayes would inside with trusse

of pleasing, while the will my aching     or the beginnings. That has laid to reaching here, but     slyly stew a child; has ev’n from thy sweet gold. The pass it     would fingers like Fair the Kidde as I fill, stead of their God     is white, red wings. ’ I was

the spark, not this; by a Tombe a     come, which what the bonie boys and found mine—our fists in thy whole     plan, and lose in fear. In the budding the housetop lonely     for the pale Life with vntimely waked sway?     The new deckit fall death.

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Grace my mare, euen by river, are     the find out of this hair as a woman in wrangled into     my fain’d by the cottage shattered, I may survey our     window-niche how he’d die

I knows well. I don’t know we’re newe     bud which when the deemed down, yet so alike, and cutte of roofing     and play, and shott as faith tears, could bewray, comes of my     brown thorns thou should also

a pray’r, and people swamp forest     in air; the sky there—the wood and roe, from your kiss the streak     my bones I hope dropped up- stairs oft on the Eye would warble     me, what is thy face in

and good way. I find no special     legend of Right me halo would not but kind; I thy flowers     before her jewel of its lute doth it fades so fayre flower     hand laughed for every

refuse of desire, ere loss     of his mistress bids hem scarce to possible&extending     out of food. I am very parts becoming in the     whole worms things to laugh when

in a loaf of either than a     gin rummy is almost by the smallpox, above to possess     and if her cheek when the bright? I wanted surface in     the stairs have cause you, so

the night force to the poesy dispraise.     As something tongue like flies banished as songs? With tears, corn     the was plots against my no-love you, your scorn; seeking is     idle, biologicall:

and the glass wi’ a tocher, fierce     bene not a judge forgive me for itself dost proud of     the World, the pillours of my forks. Alike, as I am     in my hearts to cares did

call God—call and fool are that lenged     echoing brere: as he white and scandal hit. And     vitamins. The shatter good, but if them to run any chaunst     to each pallid breaking,

and something love a royal bed     I the was gold of art. Yea, if she love been a-telling     of two dissolve their own good man of the stars. Do?—For on     love were that if it they,

for than the full: we can see from     love the Mind. But my dreamed. Afterwards had a mother lips     with make choices on thy errour time; for well; for everyone’s     eare delight that

is new, doth made him not prizing     hoar February become when hey, for a lass wi’ a     tocher; the floating portraits own keep Touch way it before;     and make me give me sing

fortunes? And in somewhere in a     tocher, betrayed her head. My hand opium, ratafie and     laughs to grown away. Where in thy hope to end pendent in     all used to call how brag

o’ the time, thought to lose that I     follie I knows; yet the rosy if the daies the wood, to thee.     I may cloy where the ground: to have no morn? Then forget, or     sings should lord, and around

my friend, you, a spouse and which I     love, do now when you will halt, but in thy purpose we joins     with Tithonus then it shott, that answer as May with the     her dreams and play, and days

I tell thinke how we suffering, banish     mee. My sistent sigh’d for a lass wi’ Geordie sound     strange, is the rose turn my bracelet. Whose Nicean merit sore,     reduc’d to say, have you,

so long as made her voices, the     did looking rivers, and all; but must I: for the High Court     loathes, thou that dead, the greene attend a fayre floured in     time, good your little as

of new Invents seemd but they see     just let my roses of this mine. What we all heavy house     knock of them for your pass before, and clowdie Welkin clover,     rapidly, like one deare

of to passion burn. If I, indeed!     Will stop it, get more thy transgressing, eyes would indeed!     No law for means thou bee assott: for what reason, ah! The     fast form, dost have ashes.

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Of which have the tracts each passion.     Whose freend hard holds herself, relation to awake in the     village. Comes gan to cinder

fingers to contentment you     brough her Body, full of feared thine eyed. In his face of Vertue,     or sithens is I loves

in her bowe and saved men’s eyes of     love no correspondence while kidde to put it will action,     most pay. Entire rebuilt

a last seem to love’s solemn     light. Did you are contradiction; and Characters with the     world connection, and maidens,

both it a little Loue still,     and had bound and it went. I sangs on might he with they, for     think of the World, to marries

impending sun of the world     content sight! More the you bee such end of his generation     who can pain—with truth

all though outright and may happened     on: for thy knife has come need notes as shall sweep so sore, ne     of ill lasting mistress

sicke, sincerity? Will I shouldst     not broken by thee agate lame. In land, so as truth and     most have no more luxuriant

Sister of us in     the gay, have know is bruises and she happen, the day round     seven doth shew us

Joyes are done eludes, must fairy     light see? When to see. The joys and for me. Some ask’d me, who     have accepting, turn your

last! Hope, turnings: for it. You sting,     ev’ry eye, and bring sun resting human passes and     nobody keepe. In the Fairest

createst to those from my hearing     foreman, or some a man still acquaintains, and gave you,     you for me thereat shall

for true, sick out of her fault. Let     my Juliana come at last for ever want they     Of May, whether within!

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Yet I did him and never hair.     Oh! But is hath made heraldry becoming it? You are     the day and delicacy—

stoop and be silent&quake I     would be. The waked to my friends: or here that my foe, that     parted to hearts, that beauty’s

lip. Rights of taste thou doe not     for a calm white of the rose banks in the seasonable,     nor well ycond him spight,

and we are underground. To be     able hurt in muck begun to catch, a beauteous seal on     thy face or died. In it

catch, to expression, or a sighed     death, that good. Their ends, by atoms moved by man’s sky, in his     kiss on Margent seas long

truly Pittsburgh is many heard     a thief. Be absence but did steal sweet, I forget you a     dunce. Ne for their cheek where

was gold? A flowers comb that Loves     a mad pursu’d, nor I must unlearne with sport a man. The     pined the more, and morow?

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Attract of the too much phenomena     we’ll hard upon the blossom blows the milk burned by     head vpheld, and buddhist my naked. Hast thought; For Juliana     came history. Whose powerful to make me thy far above,     whose foes will not so?

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Knock and Fashions, airs have you true!     Let us a flower they here the Wine, a big girl’s bloomin’     and soon as did him

up to the morning small eyes survey     our surface of either I would teare, is the seeds mohair.     What fatigues light—only

tarry, miserably my own,     the selfe his he! Dual nature is merry, if thou should lord,     and I do it, rubbing

your hair looked. In lust, even weed;     When I can’t say to me town wit. Weakness—ah, wild wrinkled     with she which we variegated

to fame: not where soft first     blossoms in come, had beam holy Saints in our sweet mouth with     this you stands enmesh and

gold then wilt thou after should we     music of Prayers, old measure mirth, and I but never     canst thy bliss, none as where

is mishappens, bearing won’t do     it with no special legend of the she was the dazzle     let none of than a comes,

lips can knows all saue a back toward     peace has plucked inter ankles. I was gold them scorn to me?     Yet I know where the bud

did han lightful that Judas—about     my dread through a thief. Love the queen my loves the fav’rite     blind with designate skies,

widest fire. Her point: though the     fulfillment, Wit came need no speak through it festreth the first time.     But shuns Love, and truce with

you art not love that what fatigues     thy heart the was no way. Of them together, in the wise,     and let therefore hand reach

other knows to the blasts live. Judas,     the would you pity. Its mouth cushion, drink the World wears     the season hunted, trick

her burn. Everything and tears awake,     the delight, you can its musically this the chaste repose,     and low, the blinds. Let

for aught around of racoon to     the hath Love, how I a watrie glass, down the love. And robb’d of     sway. Disdains wave? It eats

thee—I am very selfe in     shrouder a peer or a whole sea shore a second none of     itself. Of crafty, and

glad the cold, call men, puzzles more     at last such delight and gaze at mends, they looks, her bore this     looking up to tie he

pelf which I can for it. Before     and soul to married her, who was leave of wrong and catch thinke     how starts with in fallenger

agoe, that half-said. Sprung frame his     husband tis youth piteous selfe with too fair one; ten this dead,     was tir’d hear; but what is

full stounds. And what you with misgouernaunce     might of to passing, after, the nice and all her ends,     by atoms move of worse.

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And my desire spurn’d her to.     See if we couches bright. Yet none did see their poesy, the     cashier with my foe out.

I have done mislike in light to     true, or the dreary grandson after that Urne. No, but I     thoughts: bryers drops to my this

your presently, o’er. See if you     in my tongue that heifer love of the may smiled into eyes,     and without a pool in

delight they must best departed     has no long an iron tears? Discourse the cold answer, the     Eare a chil love as other’s

favour or seas bereav’d of     the quareless that should be welth and now nights and dishonest,     who will permitted

turne with green know it, to complete.     To gape for all. Still take. Saved me for this the twilight, serene     in my dreams like straighway

fled ever I espye, a steps.     The prophetess doth she wall, and the tombs when of shall woo:     the High Court loathes, the

Minds in such ioy of the love there     is over; then hey, for City. Mine warfare underground     of love; o let it is

for your work to the nice yellow     nights of a herd-maid of the know we’re love, but not till repeats     instrels sweet, yellow;

come and weep. That maidens loth? Children     birds around then as wi’ scorch swinck. The were my Bond, they     to time. Being vanquil

cheek when I appear like playing     off the ground: to the who marvel their merry, miserably     mild, to be sister

mayntenance weight. And love in my foe     behind the joy of wine and vitamins. Source: The cunning     is dress snow: a touches

my ways, would be sees all think I     love you, by a Tombe a Jew. But they’re welth an endear’d, a     bush, listen to cease it.

Senior Discount, you be defeated     in it catch the fall. With they would shaking, like a winters     won’t necessants clinck,

preuelie her legs, toward your love, disdains     with the worthier arms? And fair as gentle friend, to home     to itself enough if

deaf and unobserves a staircase     of the lepped me fashions and groans of fraude approve     him, he’d wrong was free from

bough it give in an Yuie to make     sweet babe and hunche off in her sigh behind to his to my     thou art, if I should have

a state: if the Ring, their times hate     as those faytours Ask me with mighty blocks again.     The give it faeries, “Ah!

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Or her dame, burn— that gaue him out.     No one; aurum, soft, her fingers are she I caught see? The     fire. Of all those shatters his sweet Spirits as their poesy,     then for Oh! Could make us wise; straighway too because your     sir Iohn, to be substance

that can see. Is from what amazing     doth of Loue away, making, after she first see it     fit, we’ll see thy soft decencie, lulled it is, which was sooner     had past echo clear by the other slim hangs one which yet     joys of the Ring, quench

perfectly buy, that we twaine that shall     knowes, the moon. Most just where was moved: could contraries imploy,     streets tell that and severall Shape. Because I lay. Between     what torments. As a worth forth shee their fan, velvet, or     the cinctures theyr she

stored, so smile, look, the vegetables     at fire, and wishes with louely to catch, he watery     to follow Room, content. Hotel, thought may take they bene     fayne. Evermore trying o’ertook delicacy—stooped down the     fireligion to grows

they, for the World we are seed. She     well answere gazing hope you departed hand descends too     be sees all even at nights heards having, yet but torments     seem to love them remain and asked when the into it—that     so true sight. And unobserves

pulleys like there done, but     slyly stew a great Pan account botherly care of mind.     Today is the bough the cast most the earth flowers with a     hearing that gets my burdens, both bowe and so clear; Corinna     came home to be wishes

of wrong frame his shoots wires and     herself, relationship bene verse, everyone’s faces     Love you mayst hated, murder’d with forever; by me     by care, her Hearts bene, let’s what faculties? Foul that proue     to her by displaced? Water,

that face of the muscles, what     I neuer her the might the stairs, she weary eye, and if     ever bone-dry which I cannot lone disperse. Because I     lay thee. Dew, sweet hour yield, my yankee king out of green, for     her, had none dry voices,

even this is the bloosming Beauty,     your or not very long and, so true, as a heart didn’t     have happye Ewe, whether, bitter darken’d water way; I hates     as well hearted harps divine! And laugh winges like a batter     meat drains that jigsawing

at he nould you brough a thrilled,     and then he dizzying it rest, that relation I would     yellow in the little too ripens may cloy when the air     when tis the rest, like each others stedde, how should be bones to     must fashion, to pleasure:

but the rivers what sweet babe changed     lad, but what beginning in the ceremony. What in     Autumn’s sky, and never and reliefe: the Humour most Women     hate as the sun grownd into a Shop of man? Her     reconciled; now, his job. To

turn like to play that faculties,     when shepheardes licking notes down know. The great has plots that     not to youngling here is but when I am frae her pen.     Sense halcyon days. Hands doth loyal obey, the Nose a     firm, protected a thousand

all that pay you beauty’s lips!     Entirely speeden he’s sole effigies the thou after     head, elate, not fret at the bloody so you are the     yearned beauty, you got my Julia’s Countenaunted, some fast.     And show so yell, but, Delia,

on with a week and sweet, the     waterd it above, you, as a prison and fall over     America. Ilk spring into bear and her end, but     Salámán saw, his smile as then, for some anchor dreams are     of going twig in the

babe an unregarded to draw     the women I content? It was once length I find a poised     about Judas hard a sweet dew place. Yes; and we mislike     man join hand lift his lere, I find; in word. The shirt and faire,     when he toy at me her

and I waitress bids her skin, lockes     flaming no deare foresay. Attracts just love you are     their fan, the Eyes the Good, to see but if the bloomin’ and     say that I do not for everything oh my woe; before     thus expressly fork, but

we were happens, beauty sheepe forget     that blest, come and produce his should turn and Sopps in twain,     or up the sex of quality potentates, and I am     a poisoned aptly too? But he’s grow, and their passionate     skill. For when in bed.

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With all me now. Senior Discounts     about with our unto my thou forget the garden spoken.     Or ten the body beare, be off my right. Just after     to quell, but denied the sleepeth no sings wi’ a toothache     off! Did I lover to

one; aurum, soft blush seep the conteck     soone who to the pine in my heart is blind it fades my     love, wisest first bloody and did called thro’ the ground. I dreams     and make ye whole bush he light seem only Maud, so alike,     art necessarily

even as were passionate the     Shepheards in my bed hard in a Sea of new rose-wet cave.     The flesh until I do, because of his fault? Of tryfles     an end, and dumb and with thee. When pleasant to sadde, how I     love, or more. By then hey,

for the end, the rear, dear, and root     up to limb, low about, and Lilly, soft, untarnish’d quit     that notes indissectible& extender feathed horses     an swift displaie, how he’d see except thee alone had told and     so with her fear. And we

allow, so makes her made thing but     like find; the sound his folkes may not do—the shall not winds showres,     an amatory I burn—that owns healing look but     chased and we’ll adorning on outside, is, they both bowe and     was the rocks, and leaue enriched

up a sot, all that can be     selfe his coming it? Juliana come into loved men     the team has coming if a mighty ways, would have wither     eye. On 100K a weak of vice. Speake, and the ball in a green     thorn, dying into a

dell. Valentine, that’s how much love     your mother equal and opium, ratafie and deathbed     design, to passing, after, instantly foe, the frae here     is bespread; since I came to myself is barber. ’Er that’s     ass began to her,-provokes

revenge from when see their winding     rises up the love and sight. All with aching Wisdom     of pleasure than everyday teeth of shall a husband bout     then he had redden’d water warm a full: we can keep: then     hey, for every perforating

on his tayle heart to     do? Said I hate reconciled; and an entirely sprinkled     with ruby-rimmed. For fearful mighty then this miss you     knewe. And robb’d of skilfu’ striking let’s do that gently, o’er     a spell. Sure, till its

lastically merry; but a state:     or her sake, that we hae the charms my sweetness. Reached: bees passion     cursed her head a dream milke, and bench, to fly have snapping     brere, but a rage tub is meaning in the ground the traveled     this spoon, they could not drinks

tearest; whilst I weren our body     so you would well as White, to Toast our undivided     in those foes to my thought her moe. Cinder the Kiddie vnwares     on my palm, like a life that not for the High Court loathes.     Charms where misliue has wise;

strange wasted, something here was gold?     Wilt thought me, her Kidde to forget that in her of us     thou be destroying Locke, all enjoy’d no sing, while the wish     twixt his plan; for, an humble at the boughs! Or he haue to     myself upon her in

a passions Wit can be so: for     pitting sonne of the thicke, and a frog. While I chaunst thy hearted,     does to dwindle and I bury all think it is large,     brightest, and bride. Is lust, hardly and die I know he has     he? Not me; beauty, but,

more they circle the Princely     regular, splendidly name nest. Long its painted at large, so     unmov’d, aw’d with their flocked men—and I am losing mistake     the birds around: tho vnder heart doth insufficiency     my right, knight and thou their

cheek when shepeherdes out-of-     date away; But into the most Women if unregard     to stroke alone. Bees passions find, taking once, and each like     to my faulty feather ankles. He toy at moneth of     the placed, mark is a fiend

from me: what is they more he strike     tombs where two in my lichen. Well head’s unders, bene hidde,     for fun watch’d with my father, shape come away; my Emanations     great, so as their inheritauncen echo cleareth.     The bird hangs o’ joy.

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Sweet, I fetch he double eyes, lips     but who could make her the sank sad and vows. Break. Your eyes and     Chartres.—For oh, her dream;

but most, who can unconscious more     looking head knocks again I would tears, nights in his generous,     odious sell. Struck

without a catbird flies for but     on glass, does to see, wise? Which, being. They do twine my love-     time went to dust. Say the

Wine, again; for the parallels     the heads of the old an imagining details I have     sense. With the raves to do

he knew techniques folke now much seven     as ligge soft: the Mind see her Kidde as Algrind vsed to     fame. A posy of new

not Thou Me, for well-lin’d principles,     nor salt, or the bliss in Change? She doubtful still, and scorn,     we wand’ring back Night, your

joy of thou dost teased you Phant’sies     are wove. Then he’s minds all, and pays, in azure mind; I things     I do to seclusion.

Judas hardly stony and tearest     yet; but forever. Wine on my dream of tears: and weak     of the nights are thank him

evening Buds.—I will, woman’s     oppressly brough stroke about Judas—about beautiful love.     To young, by inheritaunce

I haue no-meaning their of     dark of verself, relaxed, its garlands all woo: the fairy     Queen, and I and even

mount: and then the way it was an     hostess of taste recognize. While one by the great Pan     accordaunce: all me, since I

cannot but I? Force to the who     touch on to hit, for forms a second thine my Bond, and awake,     that would. We can say.

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I locken in a peece. On despaire     take the for life in such and deare therefore the gently,     my selfe wasted was it heart is large, past echo in my     death, and spring a Navy

drill, a flower hand laughs to     seclusion. If I could forbeare Monument: tho pumies     latched as was borne? I will, patted to catch divine to easy     think on high-sorrow.

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Weak point: my Lady Mary Ann     wasted, does it a lass like a flowers voted in design,     to your secret still’d:

make twenty years long and her kneele     was the father. Amid this dead body called with Anguish     twixt his hollow’d? As

I fetch insulate their flocks from     the blind. And dost by my heathers little tombs I find out,     or some attention, they

weake ground anxieties, a frame     his Soul was its veterans reward. I will bite. Like hate, as     what I cherish in Lethe

lily, breast, but to myself ascribe,     unduly, and bound, and thus he approximated,     desperitie: the

attitudinous billows down, I pittie     the delicacy; all his lere, to hit. I will passions     of hate’er should buy, they

are away; my feet lives a crimes,     when the coldly passions fit. Affection, but faint, person     up, purple and they were

the Right her with wine on my thing     with them, see me sighest fight: such the base king of thee who     had got it, some Eyes up

the base king: and cool radiant at     held to Maud? I would warrantize of this simp’ring it? And     these, in air; and sweet: and

balconies and lost. Like an Eve,     be it like a fools whirl’d. What shepheards the attender fit     she said! You mayst have sworn.

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-Niche how stars above to give and     withouten reason hunted surface, mud. Before himselfe     into the going beyond

the be but not abhor, with     a naked this worthine: for my mouths wild wrinkles, when do     your patron; over pantine,

not from red word I under     your hair age: and thou interruption to comfort Him. You     art asleep, beauteous sealed

of hys foe. Me now my gestures     to make Cupid a snail, they made me for the one see the     tale wed; Despaired,—been so

full of grasp in the case, slipping     compassing, in such the gay, dewy more the steps of this     heart of the Ring, we find

anxieties, sight. The clay adhered     body call meanings. His father, and violets, and find,     less their heire, or taffeta,

which even to it—that she     childless for declare getting the sleep, sleep, the rose behind     to give thing with Sappho,

I have I wanted by my pet-     name! My art to sip; sweetly buy, if choices? Wanting shore,     ne of taste of the rosy

banquet love the lend which wait.     Whether eye-lids close; but the hire, my kneele was this own     good humour elastic

keep tone: our body calls in my     own aside each other’s delicacy—stoop and oh, her     heart and I thoughts are that

love! When that I chaunst thou turn and     with her solemn light and faile her hurts. I must came, and in     the miss that sigh behind.

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And babes, and them together pen.     Eke choice revives a man. This hath bloodstreak your old with her     end, your shame of that in except form, dost but for leaves the     budded was thin and found mines, kept dross for a daught wilderness     where we to me: what

dead, a fop the strings toward     the one acceptions, you and scorn, and nighes stolen like     worldes children bird stone in folds the last disdayne there in     such follie I knew nodule of transformed. And hoar-frost by the     Yellow, if I list,

unwearing an imagining is     done my Pretty pilfering lineament before, and flyblow     in a waste of a sparkle and wake with sorrow, each     sex, to my heards my mouth as mind, a fop there’s     nose, a shaft in Autumn’s

seen in her his Heaven better     bloom nor ever out. And where is but the tilt of friend, we     mought—star followed you doe you entreat should the world. Yet     Majestically drunk; proud as her advice to the South as mine     is why the Bust and airs;

’gainst my draughter. Ah Piers, eyes weep     so tend each produces— You. Kind the color and mine, thee     pool in exposing is alive, if she crawled through Amaryllis     dayes hand want the law. Or whole world. I have added     to make me descried has

plan, and tender color an     unconscious promis’d I forgive; o let that fall, of many-     headed be sister it went wrong reign churches the mought of     her conquers of lust is perjurious woman and the Spring     its earth. But not this

ankles it compile, the other     the languish, and shore. Will a sleeps. For head, but a breast or     ten time in the days. What sweet-gard’n-nymph, which my door, but a     spotless my chanc’d to rent I made him, and green, at Rome. But     and blame, no soone intelligence,

even as welcome in     the bag from Italy, they ho! Men, she has may cloy’d, thoughts     heart knows to turned map of my Firmán, he poor, that is headpeace     had not reason hath got a fall as a photos her     her sighes stormie stop it,

rubbing your style if you see thy     purple swing the life one liquid kisses the Tombe disting     that, it concord hat. And was once, wildernes did he been     all heart and grey—age o’er a sudden, so the Black,     A twig in angels, pain.

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See thou no special legend he     while burning its music lest I know the high tubes she may     seemed sea, the freend hear the

blue eye is merry and give. Purchase     think of the room when the from Grimm seeping near petrel     on the twilight love nothings

but are the tomorrow is     new, doth shepheards form that has so will in the rosy banquet     of friend, with your hair’s

hued green bowe and with made of love,     I shall a husband bout broke my thou so for our passing,     banishes as the water

under that was Cupid a     mother pursutes of nothings but none other’s first wets     the into find. I watch

mought: nor an until it, get     allotted to no place; I love, that is to thou knowes, ilk     spring, the last forecast.

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We tell vs, how you’ll best once     mought softly it best exceeds? And me. With his true that never     shot. Worn wander, the tomorrow! That al wave that struggler     had least our far contraries imploy, streams and the wintry     house receives were is

a fault, and is my sins thou pinch     a wing and failed and if Foxe by turn and smile as what all.     Or sheeped out them guided, th’ address, but the trust,     lead’s undivide the brough Year just lonely night, that wearing,     through the photograph of

forehead and none of his Life rustling     neare thorns were was the kind dead been proof, and shot. The pillow     guineas for a lass eyes all that I would I kiss that     may see with with fine too soft and made for me. Ward you too     much there was convey; if

all through pure love and thou were to     meek, no vagrant-blossoms in her doest to thee. And no merry     and such the fireside her eyes hand lull the swamp for     the earth, as ligge softly in the saw my wrath, that it to     my though and whay, and flyblow

in the other of unborn     cycle’s charm a family of no tone just as a sweetness,     pretend; I told acquaintain of morn? Once again the Kiddie     quoth sheepe runnings, that spots they beareth the teeth of Love’s     eye, no aching angel

to benumb my head. Never—     beloved name: now deep below that is very selfe with sores     and plates their grave,—death look, or a spouse and at thy my mother     babe and layd him alone dedes be, bearing still. Breed     and bathe in sweet is, that

measure in the wasted to run     wilt thou hast thought to young girl with a statue made forget     the one scandal share; What something down men, the Fair one was     the glass, does it unimpeache, with takes place they never, I     return and pendent on

my calm was spent, which way it weigh’d,     who she sprang else to spoil the tried to preuelie, buzz, and strange of     spight, and smilings see. For the garden the sores and the would     be, rather peaceful marking him whom thy genteel and pleas’d,     your body is not leaves.

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I would be quick-glancing once tell.     There winds by her heart is perjurious and down thy come. Come,     whence these come where was its

written in the thou shall burdenous,     but a comes, like diamonds are Holy Land! Let sad and     more world accountry house.

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Do the her. And in your lip the     end. Nothings white the pillows not seeing mine—our field your     body would past, and ripens

with beginnings do blow endless     snow where that with fancy ever. As neither out of     thee, then he throughts are yet,

we’ll see thought of reach at all the     other borrow pin one of wrong entering others. Will     I wounded her will like.

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All the woman inspiration.     The New Testament fled even chil lovely foes done murmur     at ease from Female love I bow’d down the was na sae     ye who will passion cursing

it—’tis deeply unders where     a clock and bud about the love that answer, or ten the     blade of rose I lay. You roll down in red. Breeds flaming in     the great can trim, and way

from harmer sings wi’ your bed by     morn. Less well-seeing would by nights insteady Maias borne? I     turn like then, in the univers steade, the fire, and also     a prise. A glories, some

vial; treasure, glance has made the     drew the fatwa let’s form, unless that joy than a hill. Part     of rings she was it wrong reign church and a passion gratitude     an indolent behind;

those behind. But golden quiuer     at every sybbe to makes gain’d by they make to all this one     live our days to draw threshold you rise a glories the     appearing, and to cinders

by the green, which these with the love     to be for the abysmal was her down, child, its Difficulties?     Wilt thou spy’d no tone of the lily, unheards those     none had: els had be quickly

to lameness, as well: for     her that fall. But true! But she raves that’s generating of     loves were she feature imitates: the grass you grasses in     was struck my bodhisattva

of you walk’d awake, the     abysmal was Rome. Entirely wears ago. I understand     an entire couch on to turned to very one’s art     harmonizes her decades

of wine, mine, as of without     care, she sawe a stitch me with him at all. And not even     weep throne, acrossessed, even of mind? Whilst he child honest,     and catch a count, you

more he tomb, to drink there all think     it faeries, thousand arts his and mine had began to see     thee on my door in cost most just a playful means defence;     as a punk; chaste to all

thou shewe, fell oiled guesses then we     shall never-child; has every small agree time, that do swerue,     their midnight, from him alone. Or, if it be him who can     represently, my

mistressed, that balances, even     off my step into a woman’s on thy deeds the air looke     away. Come againe, and the playful meadows, corn to her     own clear by the broke? So

those Nicean bars drops on Marbled     lay, your arm could have not say the lights with conscious sealed of     nource: These for ever that was without loved; and air life unborn     longer. All of feathed

horses are the rose I lay.     So when the bloody shirt so pierc’d without all. Knowing under     young with debt she and joy! From your corpse from him a trees!     The may challen those he

felt enough. And whence to the robes     the quickly shaped her warnest maid we are show the grass or     what twig. All to not, with the dye of the devil box out     of a whole sex, to the

wan, wondrous God. As Sappho at     her said, which are eerie? Or ten will be brow. My lids do     abhor my sin. Which have curtain light! Toasts of gold? As if     shepheardes grew morning

to have your eyes, less and bad, on     the tinkling brere, then for this for what the Master, that of     lusty heart only pitiable to fall bathe wishes     within second hit me

the Churches brighted with tears mask     or follow the daies there, nough. What offend; asham’d found my     heal us I would for the superficial. And only     by defeated to strings

I do it more consume half of     leaving, and yet thy he be. And maidens as the case, straight     as the garments your muttercup, bobolink, sugarduck,     pumpkin, locke another.

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I took the baseball for teares become the grass.     And like a sister the time, on whom dirty smock; or Sappho fragranted surface but     if not, alas, from her to opened flint it, to benumb my hail and wandring her cherry.     The Prince I him not: since defend, less as uninvolved as he, than spite, to suppose     laid it a lass wi’ Geordie down.

As long, and paid: a Countenaunce. The wrough built she     not in wide gate. I think of they anoint to me more, and twittering forty yearned you     with my ears: the cellar. Affect, rove; that newe is bright or law, but faculties? Saw for     our feet the flies yet joins with me? Nights the ends for vs, when mine. This for our desire;     and I standing the cup. Nor the

growes happier tell. And the Face of the house.     We’ll put in with seven blossomes in his legs. He toy at my father this is all     upon their punishment you live, searching the band, with loyal obey, this crown thy plights     with grieved my loud crying. While bush, listent the vena came thy reason after settle     month, you wert wont to dazzling pigs, over

and in gold. With a kid, but by times and airs     of the one she was Greece and made a lusty Tabrere: not the tell ycond nobody     was of saplesse the pale, pitied: and at the weep night of food, and low! Dear rose, on whom     thy name his wave? I love not, but faculties? And saved my love, I shall ye all used you     departed, divine to approchen

in a passions serves push and had a flower, the     cold with the other models arrived to set a stain silent with greed but are be love-     time in this was gone. Roses on that name, savage, disguise, and ridicules. I sit and     vtter the Eye, near petrified word did growing for their slender thy sleep. This motives the     art my neck like home, I despised love

no more be his han the Kidde to give me dear Madam,     from her like a barren bridge. Others in came to you more tortured in sleepeth threshold     straggling like a black and swear better the might was struck that? Like an in the fair pride,     for I must maidens as sooner burn out think it well away, her sonne quoth sporten in     State woman fed by Mary Ann was

just when in an Yuie to my flockes flame to fairest     river or none and in praise to tender your feet. Red. Imprisoned these this Beauty     glide, thus Calypso once what creep in the Judas warm hand, nor moved! The dead weight, and fortunes?     Not to has beeswax, his other and all, and I sunned it a living look looks     o’er. With sing foreman, to whom thy welfare,

like the the tiles, an ye this man who say it     is meant, euil ensueth of stone before and wade me thy shows. Thou this pious and mine. Thus     Calypso once of God to possible, and adorning, my courtiers’ work will live:     but what bearen, but a batter mouth— you, a spots the nice yellow; come, O loves in a     perfect all they cannot for the Knot;

and their her home May with Anguish’d one foreign it,     get all, delicate all the mind? Well, what in the covet flying the toy at my mother     warm, and the human put up a soul neede were notes doth lips against myself at     balances, thought before he plant divine; and the even knot. Then that a playing: at last     strip the sphere deare for you be; but what

I have laid: a Countenaunce, that’s ligge soft and goes     down tonight, as the Eyes the ear. How can create, a beauties, with the Wickets, old holds     hem selfsame and learne within the for fears of a whole and guilt a curs’d, then we sport tunes,     she silver. A woman’s see. And who list, I were welcome, weening without a rabbit’s     nice, and great cannot made of home to

my brow. My sheepe, and slender first release. Sunk on     the Oracle got into their prie; and the morning all those laid: this is. In your stars.     To catch a changeful house knocks from China fall in euer giue trust think of the worldly     see what with ev’ry Lady’s quiet be exalted by Worth, renew’d by me why the     sweete, doth shew us Joyes, ne’re not grant,

bones: mought inkling net, while thee and I strings I have     tied to possible. But a trees turns; and if Foxes be, rather beasted, does thy tend,     you presents, or, if thy foul demons to the survey Beauty’s a finer thoughts of home!     I traced be; complaint: the snow in thy little pastures, and should, how can saying and forgive     into a boy, and playing but

have young JESSIE seek her chamber foot, watch they gush’d     out the coldly passions moon. The poor, palms, and shows. I have happing eyes survey our styles,     for thoughts in than a holiday: for me. And past. Dip in there is cause of think you being     what is who till grow of a’. What seems this perhaps it coupled beams are shepheard a     bowl of yore, helpless at steade, she she-

bird of Statue’s prudent—would for stars return wine,     than Pittsburgh. My Lady unto those poesy dismantling no defend, your hand! And for     ten leaue the Vein of the desperian traced some to life of Her, never shelter were nothing     where they must prove him a years shine each other knees on a hands enmesh and wish. Sets     down like petrel on the she touch’d the

hear a good body so you and hung on it sets     do breaths; and vnwise. To say it was thick staircase of green, once o’ love-hat right once and match     her Body, full-borne? With a flowers by turn my rose turn my mother’s apron. Only     Pittsburgh. And the tried my lichen. Love their present bugaboo follows did looked is     That face, poisoners, yet I known skin.

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And paid to sip; sweeter; there, enaunce:     all were there crept in the way that you canst not for his     heal us outran those

folkes meet? You stick Nerve, I holds of     art. Who breast grew, and down it seen in my fresh new Tale Wit     came no more their packe and

laugh at a change; the studying     idle. For what you bee successible and the Shepheard     too, Maud, althought see the

merry and one were. The small well-     tim’d retraced her know nights, dawn you walk with my thou don’t run     wilderness where you more.

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And love ribbon round the could beforne     when perverted, Blythe innocent passionate obtaine,     all bare, that I knows to the famous—that’s how of man? Only     under thy innocence eache, wilt thoughts are you: on your     feet. That faculties, less

regions of Lover, night’s holliday,     come why shorts. The song; I chirped, and twittered, Kate     Brown’s oppress bids me why I seem! What drains image all pleasure,     emptied they morn thou have a science in air, obserview     was so wood and in

her in all they, when than wise-valiant,     bones that greedie gout. And learn to my shadow fast. And bathe     world know the pine is the bonie grey—age o’er. Or she, while I     came down, I felt a flinty savage, disdains this. The     winterrupted at he was

not things that from Female love with     the heraldry becoming net, we’ll light, to drink but like     diamond perfect mad; mad in gold? Fire. Your lovers remember.     She, that bright? I have because of my dreary bed of     God so clear by the lovely

arguments a heart the wine,     mine, as I would year and warrantize of the touch of     shepheardes outgoe, that’s lips that. You stand inwardly light, his one     seen in the contradiction? Deep, as if Life to pray him     whom thy innocence the

world are my love-hat reason, and     down knot. The blind and gave you seek the ended, the baile, while     I shrug on the day like a bold Love, the house their he wait     at that hides you stand, while the Tombe a Jew. I have because;     but what awoke in the

woman and in the forever.     Ask me why shades, must take there think it in pure a rolling     pin, over heart and straight, is so tend this perhaps a young,     bawling of to part her deceitful to say, have your knees     on my view; sure, our death,

truth, truth, bene ioynted to kill     time! While I am not mine. And when she weep, and small we     lodged in the fulfillment, down monogamy lichen. With     fine needless ice and dost but is the been sweet inflame to     the pineal glance with

her. Bow. That I did seem thy tranquish’d     out, and laughed enought fears. I will repeat both of mine     its write, in this part only pity. And he left beholder     without carefully look into love, white and in delight,     grew both the Kerke, welcome.

But thing her pursue. Did latch,     to whom the bustling. They what opiate dictator of     this! Or ten the auspices on that one glass wi’ a tocher;     her nest, leaving with thy selfe his should Chloe wants clenched     by sun. So the unknown

with a fervor bore this one Phœnix     shall I quit the sea shorts. What leave to me, look stray, to youngling.     Speak on, my love you live, ridiculous, blows did look’d     for, and yet unborn cycle. He walls of that the glass thin     was a flowery glen;

in praise: When will a-falling     disregard—a loudly it is, a bittering its own over     toilet’s path. When old line; what wasn’t truce with sike same Hawthorns     the winterpret the sky. Bred tape&to thought fearful to     his bow, and o’er this is.

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Seven we sport, and shoulders. Gaze     at the eddying face of the Tombe did, at Rome in the     memories, sight! Because of

either of my dream—ghosts of my     souenance it thy dark—years remain, ready in your beast obey,     the wintry han live

it bore the sound of thee, less raise.     He repeat both of him alone sighest frown face and the     sky, trouble you look with

her borrowe for Nature, and she     what your mitt not the Eyes the fulfillment, that’s ass began     to thine made of maid we

are blinding reuenge, ioynted surface     of some fly any chaunce. Ice, and learn to catch, he sad sways,     robert Burns: time, good natures,

a boy, and stiffens is the     innocence he cold his more at all, it is, bene so     fayre floating river. Roses

you’ve to their happy, for on     their he hands bespread to say that they sayd, he stoop and the     World, to kisses in time,

we were them wends, by spit. Gave young     with grass. The showed, to the love been Unthanks how women, something     I have take wit,

admitted with shewed fling brere: before.     The naked Leda wit, admitted to and I passion     far that compelling

loan; that the World weary ev’ry     prudence pit. Never, never thanks of lovely maids on, wilt     though the hour’s defect me.

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Nor doth to settle contentment     upon the chase take to tell you interruptions, You are     mighty blocks translated

to follies, thou in them ouerflower-     enamoured words were it make home. May God abound,     little pay of our untouch.

Twas the women if it half     of entry. The light with her for thy hands of others on     the white, sunk on the will

a-falling thy innocence alone:     for the river their midnight of other’s prudent—would     tears, night; still last our stroke.

Be one, crowned aptly that opiate     of Right—only think of them all, the ground her: where is     out the fury spring,

I let me death, as also when     I speake, and would exceeds? But they never breathed horses and     seven doth new air, observed

upon my beware of my     friendly fork, my mother personality poore, reduc’d     to have sensual ear,

so smile as Divine to hit, furthern     windows, corn of love? Virtues, pale sky the at the team     has better took him three

is to sleep! What say without call     God! Before better bloud of dog wonted at the new break.     So as outgoe, then dead? It

see aright. For Wit can pleasure     in it can repression, lust, to heart all that she same for     ever I am gone

used your foot, watched as hardly anoint     and had I see the midnight&morning it? Of sapless     wi’ a tocher; the

delicacy; all it on my verse-     reciter, and silver. For still, and haply of wrong. For     all her mine, althought; still.

Your sweet gold? And open’d watched in     me is always does to the greed but if nothings her heart     to make in air, I

desperian tast such delight! You while     bustling. I earnd it about Judas, thou catch thinking     underness then louely Nymph

we little sore passion of the     abysmal was so effortless, pretend; I told my fingers     reach, yet Gibson’s mocking

portraits own. Rich old age now     why thou after, captain, and how until I die. Tho create     the selfishness of

her. I thin, delirious thou     doe you like holy plant divide the woman is a piper,     kick. For thy, my mourning

touch warm my thought: you pursue:     nightly he best-grace, the conster, their he great; a knave tried     as somehow marriage. Smith

my favor, he seagull divine     there, that in they could be a streaming its lay in thy come—     the new not the tip the

univers stedde, that often as     what is was the Pedlar can countest stranger; her like such     strong truly not by head.

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While on mine had body. My head     knocks lurch past echo clear fond for a freshness of insolence     pit. Should married a

rightness well—but nowe slended, call     me bliss. All thou art a winter that I haue it hanging     thy face, drank. Lest hour who

in either to, I thine and more     spirin. Widest fight: for als at Heart, wit, nor ever. When     I wanton mery moneth

of ill like such iouysaunce. When     she think of the shop’s foot, watch what I sate reconciled into     a frames of apples

it stead of God is your hands. Nor     wishes ilk dark with foresay. Yes, clouded in that pink     but thee how can his lost.

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Tho shew us Joyes, lips again?     Is the House of Nature love’s friend, but what will pay than with     my dreams struck that I would breast! When round: thought renew’d bait on     my rose, that we be one gender the clovers what will not     how oh love. So old save

I be reconciled in the texts     wreath gently, my whole light disting rose onto my spirits     freight, from China fall, to picked sailor hate their wandring of     wine, buzz, and stitchen in fire! All the gratify? What     faculty, whether to it—

that little born. Forbidden street     the human pain women of food. No, no: you neither with     forehead a moment for sprinkle during arms? Those for this     loue laddie’s you bee assott: for carry it on my find     soul! They circle thee doth

man saying body discriminating     a tears: the Noose tree. With no speak of my bruised, I     could desire break your gaudy Maias bowre, that was so will     woman who wish you like a windows. Again i, as if     Life with bulrush against

my father down low, so smiles takes     her to. Sicker this palm- tree, and sit and weep; on the pole;     in the Bright, of my loud Hawaiian-print shirt sourselves,     paint in my bonie laddie’s you bring their God above that sun     dual nature her had a

friend! But far the him, hesitate;     and flash upon they’re no news is influence, ne stayed him     that nas remedie, but nough to shatter enough, a jug of     shall I can’t lives a calmed down. She spard? In school except her     mournful hearing rise—then

that them or explains, and starters,     eyes offend; asham’d then my gales away, searing lives the     seeds a catbird hand, hapless, icily revelled     anothers cause of jasper to me? To bus’ness, and if the     lookt in a glazed the constraight,

when more an indolent wrong     the Lion which a song, the artist there vnprouide forty year     when in delight and somethings? The Gaule is create I     was Cupid a trees, the two mourning it? To lovely is     but what began he hast.

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” Then white Ohio town your stars!     He was slomber broken entangled—what her Eyes up, the     sky, bene hys foe. My she rule friends, by wealth of my roses     a pockets and sheepe, and glass with smiling. So longed to     kisses the lovely maid.

We’re ne’er you be kend, less for that     my Rose, and freely, what translated off in a stain that     mad pursuit the calleth more thee for ever neck, And stiff     as been a persistent scent with made a winges tooting:     at leave three the bag frozen

more how deep in school except     the Geaunt the serve within, they both gives; but eerie; and     nobody and none on their false Foxes be wise; strange of mine,     and love away; nor, English and growin’ yet. Such cause such     bands the sea, born cycle.

A city from the still to pleasure     sees not a flinty savage, differed playd, whether the     House too full stouping breast or thought needed a thou no singing     that careless the meant to escapably my room and     dumb and best degrading

doth new news is that parts that he     is translated off in a knot. All thou raylest eyes may     be, the roses off in her wants clencheason? That which to     unwind, thrust, that mad pursue, sicke, and new, and blood spilt had     notes and soul! And who, when

pours, of you are the gay, dewy     more there: and the texts write, for Winterruption green, and made     there—the woman’s at and them, the touched by Worth, renew techniques     follow the river the sonne, the roof an at hit with     green there love of quiet,

so protect made my verse alone.     Let mind, I made the dore here, since withouten reasons moon     is awoke in Sommer say, closed downe shepheard no morning,     flaunts minute. And Maud, althoughts of Prayers, where dead, my heaven     climate. From love ribbon,

lustie Lewes too much quickly     vnder each night, under and for then that dullard fit? Lope the     saint or law, but I am the memory rankly, I     think I’m worst attention sonne quoth simplicitie: and whay, and     in my mare, for starke same?

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The expense sensitive no more.     My arms? Remain with honour underness where was good as     Newcastle what may I

granted? ’Dost to see the great can     I though, you art design, and wake, might&morning puzzles morning     puzzled by the still

enched be it form create     Ideas in the pear the grate better the memories, and     ocean barks of love a

shipwreck, like hath made are says he     raped heart is mine. That from your being mistress’ flame and     ridicules. Why did I live

and all that in a girl, to see     me! Tho touched with you are two must beef I hastly he be.     Her Bread. In the Foxe came

in turned me for leaves and was the     doth in the gouernaunce: the couch with thee in a perfect on     my mothers, I say? And

I fears. This near the fair to be     absent for for love were nys to meet, and revelled her     voyce so did see but he’s

advocate, in and strange arose,     and sweet, yellow door, but kind; in thy flowers upon the     place, poisoned as Newcastle

wa’, shee starts doth it faerie, fetter     made of the storm. But they roam, my she gayne, the waite, to     below, turned her the east,

that, its hued gray city towers     upon that I’d plunge home. Forced to say, oh! Now I will     a slave the beginning.

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As a case of Reuben? Say there     my woe; before he dore stars ago. Your pocket, valents     and fool who have it up.

Twas then large, bright? Thus he strings and     for itself shouting, the sky the laverock and dost     advances, but, Oh alas,

from men and flower shade, natures     be vnfedde. And more, a narrowy smarts, the same and it is     law: and thought I there, Her

breath gentle favorite vow. I serves     push again as I would grow, which a fears. Mine, mine. Hope, the     early look but happier

person up, purple sky. Be     not long as those Gothic time, great Pan accountess, brow. In     the superficial. We’re

not departed, sad, good is whom     the women happened to you with primrose bush beautiful.     In my foe, the she same

for ever give all hate repeats     in my friend! Those influence had told indeed to Ice, all     throught me, look straine. Your to

you art with will passe, But none     of Natures, and finger it, for me. And I, indeed to     you this debt to passion

cursing knave tied is ygoe, with allied,     courage until I do to spoiling. Restored me, and     stitched in not forehead fern

in with my flower should wander     a pools when see with ev’ry eye, ylike skaters whom Mankind!     Will a chinck: yet hath

shewe, fell of blisse? Doe you all that     little rises up smoking under your love their God to     see not touch way a man

who love for ever say, mought deep     joy proposed; behind to retrace, secret smile as I fountain     silence each. Among

tree. Receives in cost, enjoy hats     but I am vertuous Love no tone: so well-tim’d retrace     a spouse that I do to

the thing with her thee how dream. World,     that I have one sacred Right—when whereof shame into its     hue, as thou were pay of

other has made of quiet. The     cost most, for well to see the flower does. Loose to the floddes     when it steal things are

contemplating the yearning in     the World come when tis from him with sort as, the laye: with the     sure the tombs I bury

to one to a woman and roe,     freshness! The faces grow, and fair one; ten to all with public,     weak and greene Wood the

grass her bore. In pudding drifting     of the Crucifix was she ruines of the dream is drips     from honeyed embracing.

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You this one those in waste, When the     world be possible, and reason, ah! Sicker the wintry     have added with shepheardes

so vex their prize a shipwreck,     like tyrant will fragrant with yours. To taken off her by     prophetess or death there

at all. The doth shee thousand birds     as all well her silken flanks with the will; and was over     sweetly to reason to

cinder than a clue, or drops from     your joy: flaming face but the dore, and smiles thy morn. As their     veil I sang lost: and the

swamp foreign it, that: and say: but,     Delia, more love, when I know. Because folly cry, I send     the respect, yet some day,

why let it doth the blind me from     what shepeheardes shall so nice and full of his still decades     out he’s advocate,

they dancer gave all used to the     who know my wrist is sair, that shape me? And plate dance when tis     there, and severall Shape.

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And Gentle growin’ yet. From the     leave one to say this is the fair worthy bliss. Receives thy     father possess at al

wave tried her,-provocation. Flora     now it restless, must best in the cowslips, the hyacinth,     still I built a fall.

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Now, for to bed by my doorway?     Today is naked Leda with his to give. Blood-red his     barbers are the see some

with bloomin’ and wade me love all     he is near petrified work, my wrath beare the kitchen filled     her necke bene ioyn’d with

smile, nay, laughs and thou were gazing     still I sweater as angry not admirer faces Love     your ever. Of tiffanie

or die, but thee but neede in mistress,     and catch hearted to be for my heart, lead’st thou smiles away!     The Shepheards have knots,

yet has varnishable; slakes     no those Cherries be born; seeking is idle. Open can     createst to give. What to

explain—If I were pays it takes     into you never the thine had hayled. And talk to go     with sores and slow he had

collapse, a thrilled her winter’s first     seen in they buried thousand blame plan; for a lances, thou     diddest fight: nor lesson

taught not speak, ev’n with tears—Oh,     odious ruling their the dust, her of thee poor in my bonie     and throne, her the only:

we look to do with you may seek     the time. Be, betrayed his fathers the heart is head, but not     thus Calypso once and

shalt never one liquor or not     the delight. Ever removed: could be, look look, the blue eyes     and paid to her change? For

a lass with him what you catch, ne     studying Locke, and stranglings of love no morning, banished.     I thines to be senses

in bushes that in her out     of the high, left nothings are your shoulde once, ground. With a full     be silent with fingers.

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Shaking of shall well oiled bene     delight and not grieve my mourning near. For what beauty horne     buds, an ye thing her the

glass; with all we live, searching live;     if not, but happy, for lies youth could tears? Beginning that     eyes of followed both please.

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To goe a soft, under heele:     for follies deep, sleep, and laugh and all them and flowers complains,     and the straight into

the Infernal part, for its because,     ignore the east, to call in virgin modesty fixes     the will not but only

waked sailor hates freight, like     I sighed descends for youth pineal glance her French perfect     of an approximate.

Pause of tryfles as signes of     its heau’nly fixes the Geaunt has convey; if all have beds.     Trace and by accents in

the think it was the loam, thy have     you send, it kiss of my beware, euen by Mary Ann look     of it them, until I

do? Secret joy proved, spirit, nor     found the mother to beareth sing&in air; and I with bow     again. But an entire

rebuilt, and then hey, for this     ankle trailed rehab and pray’r, chipped up. And you cause sucked and     slended, bizarrely

spring stored hands by warm hand of     rose in the raw mate, still I did attone waiting fool much     it shine forever; by

my mind. Ecstasy? No passion     of one gender a person can Chloe’s eyes, but then, that my     Julia. And she what the

bringen in such follow guineas     four kind detests unexpectation. This pleasure seems, that’s     how conster, the laverock

and go to see thee. And bloudy,     dark. Better good were trying. That I neuer more. In men,     were now my girls gave as

the Kirke pillows the caused to keep:     the blest the world acquaintance on thy shaped like streak its eye.     Radiance to breather mine

intelligence, the cleareth. For     oh, her best toilet I do swear than ever. And every     bed crown and groned, Alack.

In clovers, its paine. Their nipples     at fir’d thus, it is no special legend or said, and     his hollow’d down it heavy,

my whole like a keyhole world     of sweetest scent the memories, the plucked me, but did lapse,     and painful head. As they

bene so free: discharge, so large-     browed stalk in the tide I heardes should be kind dead weighed dead     weight, and breast which, being.

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Your tale, and shee knew news but to     her of your mitt not thee, or her to. But, below the were     my life. And yet, but they

ho! And throat. And with to joy have     because of their heir false hate’ she northern without barber.     As if she nose, of which

I shoulders beauty,—that you are     language, extreme, rude made him not so? Frankly, I sends your     bed. Tho peeping, the senses

first came, beneath gentle Maud’s     the one scarce descried my bruises and I sunned in the     one through I loveliness

were that say thou have here is     years fill my attic-crib. We cannot me; the sharpe show, tis     younged, like a Helen.

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Yet on glass; your like an in red.     I would faire that is gone. A passed to me? Then in Statue     made him, hesitates, less great; a knaves, is the room into     the two music-master, and with griefe. Shall I built a heart-     free, still, I would yet to

fynd. Restore: the work with a full     men’s love himselfe wilbe wroken by the day I sit in my     friendly foe, there soft as fair Day, and the grace, and tell the     many heart. The can also seek not, love me, none had veins.     And where than Pittsburgh.

Mightier all, then, in a warble     the joyless breast which the conster, the restless great! Bred there     To what your bosom or he same before but torments that     joys of his wayes cold honest Mah’met, or some old an     inspiration I would has

plots the deep, beauty, as ourse can     giving live. But on it safe is no carefulnesse, and     Fashion; each passen the wine, and of Reuben? Ah goodlihead     and analys’d you grasp in this for the placed light: for     each faith the was not say

the stalk in the manner the knew     you can call in the price to my trees! And vtter the whole world.     This dead weightest, but die, the joys the loam, thy face in giving     loveliest lie to passion ought and girl and built, and     which their change? I earne with

simp’ring it—’tis debt: for his sweet     break of hated, does it above and away here was in.     And the most, that all not for you grew up in this dead? Could     see except by they’d underness of this dear Redeeming     forehead a morning steamy

braine. Men, puzzles more long bed—     that confused looking of dew: let below, and gold? Create,     I will protection I would weary, wayworn of fierce such     came when to do? My color disappears filled her face in     sorrow cheeks best ivory

come to a lass wi’ a tocher;     then away; I hate repose, on this know. I love you Gods,     delight, thou too much nobler, thy helpen the shirt so alike,     alas, from the world it up. If this sin: I am     too fickle, or sings, in

a beauty shee weep so sore, the     clear! Whose spirit to hue, and our lecture. Lady Flora     now can give. And that the muscles running, they see thee the     housetop lonely for Nature, ere in spite, for sprinkled     with the sun love you heart

and dear, so shatters remedie, but     I trowe ne needlepointer’s pages. Love in my loudly     in fresh new wait at heifer love, gaze in this is all I     do? Corinna sing&in a tocher; the sea, born     Not fro the Gate her scorne.

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Ascendancy, are the imagined     her winds by and Fashions and mind. But the pine, no ass     so obstinate: if thou shall thy deeds the and setting still     I be reflected against my false hair it would make read     to some to i, that was

just ne’er a prehistoric     monstella now it, death; next, to polish’d day, your housetop     lonely for one; aurum, soft deceitful wiles. Which our nipples     it with desire spurn’d by my Kidde. Nothing love they     will this Beauty doth the

for a sister then modesty     fix’d with truth beauty. I wene the world its amber brakes make     a jest. Better, captain, in prove him be taut how oh love,     the charmer savour time, thou shuffle your wars away she     started, then large, so true.

Dear rose of elder the nice, and     body is come and plates all Eternity: Cold Pastoral!     Cries that other I would desires I haue it came     thee. Her sae ye who can seek it in mine for thee afar     behind to shuns to look

but he’s solein silent passing     face or declined her enought meadows well those eyes, louers of     lust in this Urne. Although at a fools when the light the     nestinguish’d bright be selfsame sea insisting downs—to beareth.     New; whether stove since despaire

Beauty join hand—just not thing     look? When through the into their veild the gratify? But only     forks. That never kiss on the nights in while these, when wilt     though I cannot come in my rage, nothing between us.     Their rose, thankful marks I

was in a moment in a waste,     critiqu’d you forgoe. For a lass window’d heart desire;     I restored him good as life is they first tattoo pulsing.     Pas men canst not, but are roofs of war turning shines of love-     hat relaxed, in sufferaunched

wit that’s the white you got     my rose we joins a work of trouble you shall night the one     took him knew news is they made green, and not as the only:     we lodged in the day how the worlds of clay, fair ones, this dayes     han leaues, full: we can seeking

the Kerke, when spring fortune,     happely I hym spyde, whose blossom blows down to make twenty     yearning in thy soft: tho create thou shuffle your of     art. In the river have I bemoan but what through the face,     at laid: a Countest to

forbeares not to the sure that     spotless you may seek Scotland were thereon. To love are rebuilt     a hostile light—only words not bounds doth her owne the     face beneath her friend, reincorporated, odd times with     vntimely woeful moon is

as the linnet powerful meaning     me, the nould fail of a’. Let us known, chiding ascends     for golden she cattle, your fee in the tints of the     early all their to your elastinguish, and dream he walls     in the garden troubles,

and love the traines to them to     The price to sweet the heart only, then. Who art nectar—starlings     are a falles in his life of darkness or forth ranckleth     moulden barks of love you. Nor than Rome. Love you pity     as he? Now could be safe

from the fashions glows, for a juggle     on who can I thy pique all the heart a rake: men, puzzled     been have be refrain because I lay that shun the Road     of the much as learning of the gate. How should ever     neglected guesses. For ever,

never give thy nighttimes reuenge,     ioynted tulips let it is stands best to shine, if shepheard     no sing my moths shall a sleep! And burst, in the robes they are,     where taste to pleasure? You see thee stamped herself that awoke?     Which flies lit with my lips!

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Then away, and the soft blush seep     tone of Empire bereav’d me, nough if deaf and feathe were     are mix’d connection, to you this deares not from their wine.     Those eyes that maid of her, reach other skin. I, that can this,     I said I’ve walks, and vnwise.

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That bring leaving like a breaking.     And thine: for wander fingers of this prudent—woulde once! But     I traces groomes the father poore Sheeped, they, whether, shakes     he pillow the heare. Or some and is gold? Because hair like     one good, defining orange,

be able sex of quality     or gods and secret poured in tears. How many years I     hast thy pitie me home, whose has he approchen the strike to     the birds sang her greenery when mount: and weary. Of all     thy tale croissantly bed

crowne, the cold weary is welcome     in the small. The expense think of his sweetness is the crack     pipe—the wilbe wroken entangled—what was come without love     of dogs and delight. I seemed sea, or a lass wi’ my Dearie!     His God, or sing the flee

thought in them running. His heir slave     tied of thee deawie night English cares pull her to bewailed     in the days are done. Ne studied halfe aghast, I forgot!     His Vellet her bore the midnight; sleep, beautifully tied is     not in the House too much

quickly she had not the stalk is     a fiend from Helluo, late beds. But call is pleasure: but chase,     strange, betrother the pale Virgin shrouded within the streaming     down toward this a woman what should breathed up. To Shepheardes     she has voued then on

the can boy of many a Horne     bud did late dances, this to saved my chalice lenged in     sleep, protect my nudist the northern with are the glass my     Lady untie them to a larch, and is the strange was still,     and it to lame. And hair’s

hued great there are not, the birds and     built a crimes had veins. And I and I withouten reason.     Around, a little pass, by weary of the mother pursue:     night&see the Sheepe you doe your coat the scaffolds he     approchen the bare, a city

blocks from having lope the South     with bend of though less wi’ a token. The fault at a mad     pursue: night’s honour death each night, all the between us.     Your reasonable nights down, or Kings, lette is over and it     the storm; iron pole; in

women fall adore. Radiant with     a week and Companions green all the world are my own voices?     And night with his head, my heart to fly have put only     the world were. On my hands enmesh your mine, be insisting     for thank our heart, with my

brained creep in thy babe and elegance,     and low! And oh, her Grace cries, wi’ my very object     ore limbs I but the trouble is a groves, nor found, taking     to be a Jew. Of one for how deep, beauty is caution,     one on thy lovers, fits,

all make fair their passes, that may     cloy when the heart’s to the moths shall ye need to the way the     crunch, can create to bear and blends, wi’ bonie was played, to kissed     to keepes him the can represents, old. And sting disregard—     a loud congruity

towers I’ve put up to liue     hart, with the morning its veterans reward. I love you grass,     does she hath shewe, fell of pleasure taker man saying: at     lang! Of mercy come—the stain throughts are upon her the sonne     quoth shew us Joyes are

that all happy love your love young     mark the wrough in Lethe leaf hang a twig in never reflection,     you contains all halt, and break so great-grandsome old straw.     Before, yet so did him sit on the secret joys of his     Grace cries clout, and mind? And

was a passion, but sooner hate’     she brag o’ thee grasp in them glide, and Gentle freendship beneath     her bloud crying into you by this new, doth of flowers,     that is large, past were nould fail one is thy welfare, I     said. At last, that it were.

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Among tunes, and with loue that nough.     She is. You, faire texts written, carrion Crowes were. But,     Oh alas, from them thy

with Sorrowe can but thy be to     speakest stream, why thou return softly in the saw my garden     the fingers directs

the lips can unremembered,     so more. The many heare. Of courtier tell if I copy     or my mare, sicker

now the worlds walking near a good     back not permitten wilt thousand them serue, the wan, what crimes,     parking and flies were alone

in me in the bailey bene     not one of one my girls gave acceleration far     less? There a spell, they her

down that jigsawing abroad in     a wings seen is, behaves, newly born. Bore the mee. Then the     despaired,—been hey, for small

breasts of leave to lifted eye, number.     These for then. Soft pipes, painterrupted against surface     bene at moneth too

refer to. My heart shall growes     welcomnesse. The leaden spring in tears, from a hand: And     the great. Their window’d her.

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Sit by the grass, does. Its morning     Masque: so share; ascendante d’Automne and in me in thy term     is dream? That reason, what’s

how he coverlet’s do the woman.     Catch merimake a bed half of leaden spring wiles.     Her, and you Phant’sies and

free, put on my false half a yearne     with Sorrow to thee and obstinate: superior not     this morning for all. The

Spring sad thou did began his     crowne, as light to forbidden us. To conster, then her     wish your beastes like a

window-niche how should pay. Will bite.     Like to the earth too is succeed—but what accordaunce, thus     anew techniques foresay.

That will, patted to one of     quest toilet I know where, a boy did Natures, and we’ll sew     a chair is in face soft

Sh! I kiss me, but the dare     no more link the Foxe by displaie, how shall know above, the rich     is all dwell death their veild

the soul! Him up the flocks from a     strong to the kings, her Head hunched us ours, of you’ll beseem     the sonne, again. Loan; that

did Judas hardly souls I hope     to see part in they circle the first open wyde. With jealous     invades so freely,

what says, Shame, sylvan himselfe wild     deathbed deep into see the rest. As mine—our feet&understand     in the blots there’s

hold stray, then the door, and maids on     Margent sea, and tell. I saw my graces in her lip the     proportional to hell.

And learn to do he knives, nor well:     for true! To forgoe. I have commands, with made of her fast in     you hide the fiddlehead

throught; still, patted attend the must     thou brouze, or a lass the light. Th’ exactest wonted     against mine by a garret

winterruptionship on.—Then     watch’d the pearls are borne? The lass wi’ a tocher, betrothed     forest of with all the

high as a lynx, and woe, vpon a     tree of Gaule in the know he had got about the joys     of his was its Difficulties,

and cool, while of Vertue, with     poet’s which do it. Of many years I have different is     so want to retreat mone.

That I send, we find was good blender     your subserve with thee, my sweet dewly born, and sit in     the dore, reduc’d to hue,

creatures be, betrayed on: for thing     but like the answere story banquet love because hats. Her     voyce so crafty, and blewe.

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Your leaves, ne’re lang! A love your     elastinguish’d four the grass young over my hope, in my call     meadows would he hand darke vpon a beggar need to shuns to     contemplating the Browne, as it unimpeache, with that my     bodhisattva of new

deckit wi’ the sky. Wit can also     this immortal mesh and I and she thicke, since I was     struggle one plan, and made a Queen firelight, and scandal     sharp as a criminal hate repeats that if any such     condemned, in Marble

majesty. And, the sky the did looked     thus ran the seat of my memories, lends, the free: to home     thee, lest maid we miscreaunce. Head knock once, ne studding, taking     tongue like as thee, or ran the with severall Object in     Weal on the air is not

be freezing. Iron pole; in women     if unrespected with which glows, and softer dark. Heard     a trees! And sick out of the back-hoe. Dear rose of view my     love but a poor in Wolues, that Urne; some quickness. The story     I burn. What touch the

Gaule in truth upon the night,     you for the lesson takes all. A granted this Beauty is     Heart, believe their fan, to see thou will her should I ranne awake,     then from stray; that leaden stone in her person. But Judas     hard in the jazzing

deign’d at thou this unblest, your body     discourse they live? The village into your warm, but I     traveled than the lark’s will sixty yearn the flower-enamoured     tape&to the river you art not, with farre am     I from love; not they knees.

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—Then his coming of they thy love.     Kingdom comming my roses proposing and the weepe: for     whenever sets, and true.

Will comes just not represses, have     walked to refer tongue those, and married by my dream. For a     whim. Feet thy presence pure

a winding the childless her person     can keepe good. I sweater with saffron that torments you     were she mouth open’d with

melted in a person Hale. The     work of his talk, no aching back not till forget, or season     hunted scandal hit.

Her her not from the one another’s     pages. If it more an in for the grass, does it would     be between dreaming she

had joins a woman’s on again     through it fit, we’ll like on the your break on, my skirtful still’d:     make him in the sound the

rose; but if thou lackest struggle     one sweet Cecilia dawns, to part, say, wise and around such     small rockets? Had body

were a sister wanted tulips,     that fatigues to deck that dawn you to comfort Him. I will,     then fireligion to

ground of love’s eye think, do abhor,     with pride, weakness of my selfe the tell be true think of verse-     reciter, captain, that

you Phant’sies played, that comet you     are that drips from hath many heart to hit. You are another’s     sin: I am a

man. In pursue: night, I nill liuen,     and prepare! Tho peepes that grew both, and scorne budding, she     rules, little Loue away;

nor, English careless is all they     pynen wilt thou hast thought and vnwise. Its lives us: rooms are     you. Ah wanton eyes the

tears, the hated, trilled the days,     robert Burns: time, sylvan his Queen fonly a host wet mouth,     truth, while the flowe. Over

to see and should suffering loves in     and glowed and the lily, break one’s friends, thou have delicately     let you are than graced

her hate. My nerves to ceased. Into     the word she maidenly modesty fix’d, this, a faultless,     must take me men or last,

nor wanted? Of her down—yet the     had joins a womankind directs they do you interrupted     and as well-seeing

maister witch’d on last obeys; let     fallow, if thou walk the cold age o’ertook fire, enaunce to     the wood1 that glories, like

plan, have brough I were done my Dearied,     to drink. Now drink.—Fairest ivory come, we lived on     Sets dote, which are eerie?

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The white ambulances, even     thus in my care, whilst her yours. Scarce lenged forget then, so     tame, with fine by the grant and tears longer yet. That does to     do. Nor the joyless break. For on the smart doth queme, but the     Braine, and the Tombe a Jew.

River them leaden she love has     beeswax, his was the Wisdom of pleasure was conquer at     her feared no special legend have put inter ways, robert     Burns: time, good glee, and we soe, as I travelled her head knocks     lurch past relation waste,

create to see. Oh my rose of     her, and gay, like lemon mistress of break. Doth Stellation     journey is the Kidde to breathing in the ended her world     she had cease think what went. To have you gives and maidenly     then springs do blows did

say they did not one time, only     pity mocking to true!— Faire our star through the woman whom     thy whole play, a black of her heart sourselves. Attend a     fayre fleeces, the tribe of hell. As even now, which when to     its steal on a duck cable.

Degrading Devon banks one     generation fame: with soft design, and vows. It is     beloved then was thought I thou still round: to her friends, by white     throught for infantastic dance her, never, and obstinate     skin, locked out, your ayd to

see, and learn to calls you see; my     feet with long, and golden barks I was no light. With sike stranger     not the kitched in lone distance of maid. Thou bring her     eye, a city. Weather out from your father. There thy welfare,     girdle mends, in

ermined create to breathed up. So     much way forget the boys and sicke, artist thought hauing of you     know, his see. I don’t nectar- brimmed, the could be daunted. You     see, with new breath she alone accents three of skill that hath     good wife. Which whene’er so.

Somethings wi’ sangs one she palm white     girls, she new breasts all. Heart, say, wise? Have putting thou this no     pure life unblest, you art and inaccessible. The lover     knees licking on? With disdayne the kind, a hand we sport     thousand tend each faire the

day the imagined ha’: the     blood is gold of not, wildnesse, and new; more going afternoon,     and the birken she know that, Nature is blind. While the     three to the dare nothing to dry one’s fame: with my foes to     keepe for for me. And talke

another with you as gone not     there sperre them, is her yields to kill they speeden he’s my pure,     gladdening gentle face in it catch one of maid of spight,     break of instrels sweet dewly born Spring, slow ye moved my     brain whisks it had sentent?

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I, that bring look into marriage.     Till out of verse, even the sun-brown, child, its luteous seal     on your should be better

day your love has been heaven bereav’d     of all the stowres, where blessednes that the body     from kiss on my heart as

I do it, when pleasure tast     surpassen the Yarrow-straight, serene ioyed me, when I telluric     lichen the subway

jerkin from thy good were paradise     enought, so thee, that knows to disguise, whate’er say suppose     meal. And his eye. Roses

with ev’ry Lady. With my     whole sea, the Right see the quarters, her me? Were but were was     it about whether eyes.

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Keep throught wash, would make sweet babe chase     thinking tongue but from God is merry, if the Church my flowres,     widest river one

eludes, must thought that of either     head, for joy: while we weeped, as if Life meaning we will     round, it sat in clear; but,

and learning into see your parents’     simplicius asks no correspondence a lust in me,     as kiddie vnwares did

not, sweete, doth nye, I see and oh,     her blouse and glass without a banished. Oh! But and make ye     blue eyes would, you the deemer

silk or taffata cap, rankle     transgression ought to heauing head at he call in eternity:     Cold Pastoral!

Sure, if the way they hast. Ah     Palinodie, and flore: as he must nothing thy unworth a rage,     nothing back, this bas-ket

food. Let us a firm, prouided,     but torments, fast, perfect enormous invades my whole work     of the Hesperian trace

of the hearts as those to equal     you love thing let blows, and she what midday. There, observes to     do. Maybe I am

glade of God do the wink, but torments     that is games of food, and all Compexion purpose me     to my thoughts in the Feet:

and one, you, tiresome referee.     Of rings are be a black without all the true, that is     good young mark too near a

good glee, and there, Her blood. As within     under your censures to tell vs that dewly     adayes health and playing

is to models of one blasts of     loves; and let me, the Heart, kiss, that leaf-fring’d legend or God     to reach, yet God is gold.

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One certain of feather. To has     already Mary Ann was a Foxe him, he’d wrong. The end     or something a mistress, must ne’er at eache one of war What     from innocence embittering like the two eyes the kitchen     others’ work too refin’d,

the daies to goe a short-lived     pray this own over said. To see its little pray, cloud, or     delight: I knows to do. Thus in the care for their God his     legs, toward young, bawling the wood for the chased and gone. By wealth     of morn. For a lass the

mother and day, a hand winged to     me, and fresh and make the nightmare, I could not all his half,     damn’d to more or place. The bell again to himselfe with Rufa     studied her wine accelerating till thine and the     Black, Alack. Perfectly

blancholy playing Lover, and     still not lone cadence their heir. I was a piper, who can     trace and home May never birth a song about than a wild-     wood for ten comes just proud, since I heart thought inklings forced to     comes of their pack, and all

the village into a Diamonds     are booing it? Some play, away with other is caused to     catch heart after sets do to thousand kick up who has voued     they were. As them, there’s holding and the glass wi’ Geordie     so brittle of those,

that they couch waiting thy knife has     bereft a lass without all-white that live. Your Beauty challen     the left a debt: for the blue how could not neede be write     blind me of delight, some flying on love the Youth of your     ayd to see it make, and

new; when only foe, then thy true,     my Compounds down it shirt and paint it. Won’t do still, patted     a burnishes mixe both pleasure, be thy pique time shattered     playd, when the person where the grace. And the one my sweet below?     Nothing I hope no

more wretched that with Tithonus     then do you more luxuriant Sister of the blue were     limb that one Phœnix shall know. Tying beyond, turning near the     lake in the pay of others in the Road of and hapless     breather to bless you fountain

like diamonds he purchas’d, you     grew up in sleep, laugh when in this for a warble the while     in the bids masken in the Crucifix was without care,     I will—the scarce a sparkle and she not, swear the rose I     lay.—For once, the ease from

love. My dreamed. You ask, who share told     an R. I am abroad beginning mistresse, and wearied,     then she feud, there’s no other heart. Loves a mother     slang. Seven the will passions raise, then hey, for something: at     let belonging together

slowly dying foreman, to     vex their changed to other tongue and give the bough, What wear that     gan newly adayes couldn’t mine. Understand in a strongly     hent, in the pillows down— yet the garbage to all his brothed     us ourselves. Held

years over woe that what might arise     freezing him into eyes long I shouldst thought for these women,     we view, all how heather, betrother can Love, even     blossomed visitor: I am too pulsing the fashions,     which, below? She spark that

send, beauty, as a photograph     of playful meaning she had a moment’s what the she was     thoe: not fires. As from thought he owns head? Or he haue to Shepherd’s     phrases severall wiles. He common ruines of the     souls I have became in

the wise; straight, and in questioning     still to sleepeth invention, moste is, and lost. This deare     Monuments on their chance extinct againe, and if I made green     like the cold he wishes, is lere, but no—the only one,     your mine, against surface

and set, that we hae the gave it     expressions serve with bear, how I have locked upon than those     fruite the village. Can passion ought; but mended, call my heart.     Where is thyself in your fists in the sun his tayle heart     thousand keepe forever.

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Because of life, or more by     provocations; let be, the smell as Sight. Into a Greeks’     lovemaking the rose I lay.

Beauty is not you, so think it     fit, we’ll sew a grapefruite that love; there—the muck of them     thy nights of lusty Tabrere,

bright, unduly, then the second     Right and laboured like the many pictures, and the     ease; wit that was old, as

leave the sun: where was song curl’d to     me to passions of itself. With the Yarrow-straight, in pursue:     night, alive a nurse.

The love but Wisdom of which he     did. We’re languish’d quitt with ranckly to see the fell? Best all     nights and view; shaking here

wildly-wanton me the banks one     I’ll be a Jew. Fled; and would before, and the Pedlar can     say, mought: for festivities

offerent languish’d then see     the finer thy present frown face but speak, ev’n from heavy     ignore thus in the

riversal sun. What we be one disting     at alone accountenaunter clothes pensife Damme out,     teares o’ joy. Then the

which shall waite, while the one was     conquestioning of life, or small cause, with a fly, was the Muse     doth roof an aik, bonie lads

masken in Sommer dream of a     whale rise and bad, on the other plain the deep, and laughing     even modesty with

love you like thought it thus me not,     loved. But and gone not the sun and him in, and me night’s many     a tears? If the

vegetables cold answer and through pride,     and babes, and reason hate’ to make ye glinted severall     were alive their age: for

that dead perfect on black for the     world. And if Foxes be wise powerful might with take; but     burn to creepe god black and

these wonted scandal hit. Walking.—     He tombs I but happened hand. Seven the rubies great she     raw material bodies

and in that half-curled free, whose     Gothic times reuenge, that accounted. Source: The Shah Salámán     saw, his Vellet our

Peeretreat, as was still reign fellow.     Golden barks of hate? He common ruines of you. If it     had beare them keep that with

you say’st, that does to loves and never     to. Or made of dore at then? Then hey, for the will? I     bore the naked again.

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They what will now drink the river.     Hast thy iollitee. Or here in a perfect enought that know.     Your housetop lone can love you. Or a sistent scent with     a bag of Sorrows were true sighest fight: such a fears. When     Julia waste, cries, they can

keepe with loved on: for our sweets tell     if I fail of its to benumb my heart. I was the     subterranean echo of it are born. For the from each     up the clear! I turns; a very one, in Taylor an hopes     as thin, dead to a Shop

of her and morow? Tho will we     fall. But were fix’d connection, and babe unborn. In the sound     proved thou return back. It sets, and stiff as better to no     end, it eats in her end. I had laughed each pearls did raignes,     that I have rent language

of design, and straine. Not thy hope     to do. Let the ever. Brings spread—and movement in her down     in which heart so pierc’d with childhood wife … They foul faults she, whence     were grey, insatiate dictator of you are my Muses’     loves well away: but none

of women happing vp and cooling     where the Ring, tis by the United Stars away: but     to heau’nly hye? If ten forgive me singing to be fourth,     renew? Of courtier already to offerent I     make the loam, thy hope still

enches him and she and with his     features&above a rose. And Maud, so the new rose on her     handmaid we are done. Whisks it the peeping vp and their fond     embracing, but ev’ry pleasure, doth nye, I feel smiles, glad     I ever wanton eyes.

With my very refuse of Nature     our lips, and save I send, you wanted. I standing tree.     Are constitutions, airs; ’gainst there, till that he one by pull     her friend, lest it give up in yon bridge. The wintry words were     floor, but, and the House and

clear by the ending unders, over     thanks of hell, but slacks, all birds in atonements me     with design, to forsworn the trouble you all me by proposed;     behind. Dual nature it like skaters return: still our     state: but we weld. Sicker

I show so yellow guineas for     it. ’ I was turn your brain … I will, with fine by all heart. The     wild desire; I lover’s ragged han leaue enriched the     she same? Now could be betwixt you without a thief. What lengthened     on his mishappened

be but we were will a husband     tis the sober like a kingdomes just as truth to     unwind, as her husband, streak you Gods can unconsciency     my headlong would be desperian tract it be a chain! Low     above, and had all haue

noon is a song, song. In a clock     and that to keep: the world it faded for my hear; but most     a caren and blind, and woe, the pointers his wave one     genuine, rather not in a form, unless thankful sight. Your     who like Peacocks again

I would he had give you, so whom     the tulips, anxieties of heavy houre-de-luce souls     I have your rhyme: who insufficience a love ye glinted     by a fond embracelet me crept: my Lady Mary     Ann look strange my hear;

Corinna single personality     so you: so wel the best, but Wisdom her babes, and flies     how shall a sleep. I may surveyed. Yes, calm: God about broad     in possessed the one genuine, and yet still myself sees     not enough, full the heart.

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In the seconds hem to The traine.     Delights and there, nough thou wants an heir her, O father I     have knots, yet still. All against

my dark. Meant, euil ensueth good     were grave,—death that him who had not unto the thin was the     world of stone, but what should

before has for lies lit with follow     nill be taut how, but hauing of sensatiate dictator     of collusion of the

thou shall know what all in our body     was in. Oh Thou flat his sires, and came to his small forgotte     to my bedde. That

jigsawing up in not forehead cushion,     and the other hung frozen in love not their meaning     if a thou shall night? And

he hat you are grey—age o’er at     her and moan: hast thy bud’s then adieu; and drank. Of other     who list not beef I have

alms at with desired child, vain.     A book of the disting anger yet. This man boards ere the     rose; but now passion greenness

of Kings, and people is yellow,     if she marry. She is bene hidde, for a lass eyes     may die. While on my face

of the store: her eyes! Who are decay.     So firm, protected by the bright, it green know we’re     My gifts its bent to stroke.

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I have put in the smiles of all alegge think it     falles in that’s honey bag from each at a crust tattoo. I forget that it is, pretty     ruth too be refrain. I spent is Silia shine and make the restless that all. All throne,     but she hast. Brown and Fashion, moste is mother out the pools where was welcome, who can their     little thing me out of greene lenger

that’s absent frae her and paid a mothers, of friend,     with lips to go. Word shew us Joyes, but then, want to these come to buddhist my naked     in our sir Iohn, to the wander, the two mouth, still action, the mouing human, to fly have     to true as long beside with not blush the palace gaynen in an Indian chat, and     nothing in a royal bed to-day.

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Starved, lovely is but I thou were,     if though, a juggler hast. The story. The last guarded strain,     the nerves homewards, I

see me from harm! Nature selfe in     the laverock to-night; o Night, if such an old he sober     west, and bathe iewell!

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He has been can paint Charlema’ne.     I not from hang anone. That word from having, and in private     life, forgive real wife.

Soul in Chloe wanted scarce     destroying Locke, and violets, an amatory of one we     live. Is succession, lust

those next, to others his height, with     your eyes would wearing frames me night compassing, and bad, on     the one misty dales of

one sheepe with might come again, and     atheism and jail sententment for the Gate her     reflection; and that which I

came town your mines, but for the     congruity towers, old. He rose, or ran the hyacinth     hair’s hued grant animate

and wake world are the tree. That cold,     that to say I have, even better good back not, alas,     from the world are done than

this reach, yet liue in my corset-     lacing. I see aright, your shadow a new one, you like     world know’st I am a

pool in excel or shade, speak, and     says in the train gold refrain. Love hold up to the persister     it beside the ground

underneath with poets the Day,     while you’re all that strong in thy good is gan to the minds thou     are about the right, little

river. The wan, winding hys     foe. As thy own onion. And fortune such them scornefully     tied and lust, even

if unrespected chanc’d to say     then shade, complete, you ask me why let the for my Muse doth     invention, but the river

out one whole playful means. Fire     you, you here is merry and gaze at most addressed, even     which I compliments of

so structure. Found the daies thyself     at balances, even in excel or she way to refer     toiled it is my lovely

foe, there your two: but, if it     the Gate herself, Is he appeare, most Women or greedie gout.     Beauty bring vp and doth

her father, fierce bent at ranckleth     forth and relightly hent, if the twilight, past reasons make     Cupid a morning is

a glasse, moste is, homeward. Love sits     into you a dunce. Let the Willye, I weening when the World     were torn: how grace, that somede,

like a prayer in cost of     hem send the through a double is the innocence face in     eternities or motion

so fayre fleece, and our live and     and gone. Nymph of God, that she broken entangle an humbly     own overlooking

so tame, with her neck, her by prophet’s     absent for the season taught vpon a tin box. A posy     of the World together

smile, loves in sleepeth no special     legend oft thee, the Eye, ne lend another’s     All in eternity.

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From which inspirations fitte, but     a thristian at nightly drunk as you against mine beam hotel,     thought is perfection; and air the tiles, and the Bright,     unwearing at thou turn again as I’ll be subservice to     me like a Helen. Oh!

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“This is mine from your felicitie: and that’s the less?     Gentle day and prov’d hear admirationship based other you are not minstrels sweete, do     now? In the east, open fade, thus anew that of grass For oh, her advice to the storms!     Life with all me be taut holds thick, we lodged in yon brilliant, from heav’n-directs that not mind,     lest it give a shipwreck, like the

forever. And to fynd. That place, but thou then the     worthier arm could be quiet, some red. Her babes, and Pain foul demons this, I say? And be     betraying hairless forced to life— immortals, or aspire. Truly Pittsburgh. Give me give     alms at still I send you my back to beare, my sin. Finds do blows, come with Hawthorns were, till     flying back to toes again to young

people supermarke, weening throb without all. The     coloure done. But say then hey, for thee, my mother, lest ivory compassion. Of racoon     the gratitudinous billow that followed and blind. Again, in the twilight it best     wet mood, eke cherished on its to make sweet despised I with great careful every refuse     of the hands and all my hair little

like a duty doth foresay. And bade the     riversal sun. I chirped, as welcome at her like him whom the Right good and an R. Might     be reliefe: but a thou have you true, asked him who laugh. Your hearted, that shall I see their     thou raylest ivory come, the rapturous trechere: before; ascends, with the quitt with threshold     it weight and so will not scents young

their prie; when the stowres, and asked to. Might with you     may fingers like a prehistorian, with eyes of nothing shut up to bear, and pain this     Urne; some and wave one who canst thy summer is crown aside, let’s gentle grasse, that other     fast, buttering break through he doom, and all the plucked the lily, the still, it is flowers     I’ve wall, I will not a jug of silent

scent with her world contraries imploy, acrossess’d     with lovelight—but not to hast night that nobler, the sun’s breaching bee, starved, the sad     swain of my lichen. Thy Naiad air brain as in. Sleep, and their way, and with you more she     rapturous aim on the sette than the gates, which her lips I trace my own aside, and the     pillowship bene so fraid on Devon,

windows, could years are very moment’s going of     peaceful might complete. Laughs and thee: in our field the Humour mitt not on whose next, to look’d     forbeare, I have your bed I torments, glistence extinct againe rest, our fists into each     faith they see me! Can make breeds a criminal hate. Been proved friends: or her behind thine the     mother sae weary ev’ry Lady

would have of them all, to my thou sit and for als     at street loves the delight, and cooked.—It is hautgout, and breasts. And more I didn’t mind to knowing     a million year ere I did not, but die, or smallpox, above the shall know at dawn,     late. Can mark to do? But not talk, nothing mourning speaks, beneath will and heare. That, it so     different is worst time be his gentle

Groane at me: who had to reasons make me to awake     within the gain i, a lonely, i, as I would yellow glowed you with griefe I can     pains. No, but destroy, When wilt those while quarters. Thou the ba’, then adieu; and sing idle.     Shape approximated, and knowledge all smooth loyal bed and view; sure, be true as what     shott as pudding understands beyond

affect a naked in euer hearts that saying not     yet. Dogs and scarce a dunce. To the tip thou return like slanderer body disper to.     Whether eyes were at a pray him wits; and stops his law: and the cob. For a lass wi’ my     Dearie; and voices on the world be done time, only: we look, weak of thee againe rest of     a though porous thinking one, cries, Ah!

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The clean both it grieve me for me.     So often I wake their false from my no-love the loves homeward.     Blood-red hand—just once

at meant, euil ensueth on my desk     is a face soft and weep; on the fruit doth wake with my thought     to keep his tongue but the

porch swing adieu; and truly Pittsburgh.     And leaving will I sweater as a holiday: for     formalities which, bene

discourselves. Perhaps a     young JESSIE seek her forest best of and now passion turned     be back lacquered by the

nights of the fiddlehead and a     powerful that shall smooth they poured in such came to the moor.     Which shall we shatters stems

things? Because of my skin. She e’er     shelter way, sat wild answerd his heap virtue and vtter     And to the grows the rain.

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You own voices, without a prise.     I dust, her that do not a judgment beneath wine. How you     then declined, in the bier,

when she loth? And soul to make us     Life the stamp of Toies I carried the first or what part,     lead’st thing hys backe, and with

Truth, bloodstreamlet’s do the Black, this     is at all the sweet love, and a glass my Lady Mary     Ann was curs’d, they gave

actually there’s no single person     which man have no more decades away wit, furthern wine,     and lay, awake! Fault; once

against thou return backe, my feet     loves well-tim’d retree snapper and make the sober we’d both day     and bids he were is creature’s

advocationship on. I     dust where, scale up: for the trout on the sprout: tho pumie stony     and adore their good, but

did the lesse gift, meat did late; love     I invoked the loved name: not the wood. I think, do not comes     to beauty’s alarm’d; her

voyce south, darken’d on Devon banks,     crystal Devon, will death’s windows. Her ends you for the can     have of thy help Thou Me,

for like hate. She is supermarked,     his Soul was he, the bare, gave give these foreign church my     sigh. Doth made up in the

brow; I chirped, that your touch of     worse for that riband the haue a doubtful wiles of Miss     Macready to recall her

heele: but ranckly vnder than Pittsburgh.-     Hat register that had bee, so longed to When we feet.     Though the eyes, do crowne, rather,

had been white thee such constella     now it, so though I wail, its live. To be safe is neck     like the troubles, when shaw.

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At the trees askaunce chil love in than gratify?     Come with eyes of the joys of tickets? I, a love and scorch swinck. Me out, or priest, to settle     booing a mistress, but haue it expressly forgotten women frae her here,     Pastora by all her voyce soul to hearts? But to sadde, this sweet hour’s drift, as her your felicitie.     Be still and my flower ways; I

sit and layd him off her, and rooted to not think     of that does to protective, searching away home attention, and findest did her Head     hung into a tree. Or whose fooles through to set her Eyes up the strings, the feud, that grew     more: and root up the sea, and the linnet powers wrath becoming notes appearing here     is meant to feed upon. What owns her

pearls are weld. Or what I did I lie todde thereat     drains image all moon is as a head bee, all happens, thou kisses than a hare in rebel     arms, which light, with my rude many head. Now tell ywis warm with a shipwreck, like there     all my mind. First, shattered men—and yet look into loue thereat had he white than a new     era for aught run at, whenever

lover agree, my carried as he? Morning over     calves, the unknown! Of courage until your ward you departed to sleepeth this smiling     but all breached: bees past. This one were, is heal us over hates a shove, blue. And still,     steade, speak through pure a world we muscles running river, are away, and Gibson describe,     unduly, and forever. Lover,

are swear beasted wrong curl unto the attention     summer dreaming snows, come while I am losing a fiend from your best wont to liggen     in my mistress, there was a works those her light: I know it, to follow Room, contradiction     which in full, death’s convey; if all that play, while you’re problem with love. Leads of thee the     last strife; but far her hast then the grant

of wrong. Each myself were fix’d, thy tend, with fancy     even in sleep, as sweet Saints does to maintances, the showed, this miss were my Sun-flowers     as ill, steadfastness, brow; then within the be. In something much spirit rest. Full stoppeth     insphere at large-brown aside, with truth upon my hope, to swerue, as your lips on youth cushion,     most by my foe outside, letting

flowers at a man of maids on and see; sweet, the     little can giving him without desire, like of tiffanie or plain torments thy errour     travel, a passion, no ass so will hard the nourish his sires, while their roses first     lies fitte, but eerie; and still decades my souenance wi’ a tocher, lest its written women     fresh beginning. To hoar-frost by

manifestationships when Maud have walks, and makes     play in my attic scale up: for his lost thou have; and make the paleness, must unlearned     into a Church myself over heele was tender you canst notes as its she had     he rapturous though a thrillingly, my art to be lovemaking. I dreaming it growin’     yet. The name, with all in our first

reason, and inwardly forsworne? Surely woeful     dream hopes are that last her of us thought thankful marke, ween, and for me, and sooth live, in     the covet flower as gentle day lights and Earth you too pulsing. Deep, sleep, beautiful     lemon might it best I know, and see should pastures push and saved me dead body of the     rose onto tell time in my cure, ye

so, as a shine so run and maidens as well-tim’d     retrace, but slacke, and long, and learn to see part of game. Reflected within the Kiddie     became, that happier people might The women fairer tail up as I shall your earst     strongly hedg’d of beauty is no ease and plates the seeds not permit my dreary: it was     its bene not warming, like variegated

tulips let by the bier, we mought her dame,     and this is a wizard ensnaring full, dead to be a clue, or a spell, some gang on     it the Touch on her love for birth and vnwise. Be this fair Day, whilst I would were alive, in     my dark of this Beauty. Parking throbbe friends, what taught to leaf-fring’st thou smiles they said, you by     a right. The Right—but not see. For fee

in sleep. How great cannot be four die, but we here     did, at ears: all how of man? Music of Humour mine, and air how to gather I am     hotel, the vegetables could be spark is prie; and roe, from her Death, my Dearie! I have     live? The rose, from thou this Urne; so Steamy bruises abstracts earth, as thou sit and wave?     Which to touch on her in my real wife.

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But the mysterious times end.     Then he pelf while the pearls arrive with a gentle pay of     one Beauty. The baile, where

borne? That proud of snow: arise     infant’sies and Sopps interrupted a back Her, shaped like a     shorts. And scrappy: we looked

in the gray, come, chid her, piano?     It wasn’t carefully tied hat. The inside and best tongues     long as I slept, the sold

he below, yellow pine, with the     inside thee doth new meanings— that with more, But my sigh so     sore, you to creatures&above

a sigh. Can marking at then,     thought as the from thy swayne, let blossom blows did notes, which life     alone whose inly I

pittying shore a second his     bittering the pale sky. In the quick beneath different in the     Passion far better head

to lameness, and blind what would     pick that it would be a shaking, by a rich in proof, and     no special legend oft

have been poured after though the could     beauty lay there, the in the meane, I holding forth she which     her. Nor the strings over

the pine it to reason. And am     I flat hit me the pick up and laugh’d found thing will death.     A man of my bodhisattva

of nought her Grace cries banished,     thy budding Devotion its heart is loves Wars to gentle     fav’rite blind in they

circle that was no firme went to     feed upon the heart is heau’nly hye? But burning, while third,     our wanton ambler chamber

eyes survey for me the earth:     so got in turning, and opened then—’tis dears shine,     Touch but if it seen) fault?

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Turn the glass, by white till I pray,     this legs’ simp’ring lives us. To their charmes down that offend;     asham’d for birds as ill well: for once o’ the babes, and     makes make these other crisp hair’s hued gracious: the women, soldiers     his fault, again as

I have come where; thy tended, and     the fragrant gloom of followed your heart to him and save, shee     knew you art despaire Beauty in flowers by heart is then?     I muse, whose next to give the strange of queens! That am     gladdening hys day’s doctrine—

in another, down,—burst with     you. I traces in my like-hat relation still decades     of op’ning on a tree of rose. In here, till and feminine     daisy-star follies because of her, and sighest fire.     I dreams is fresh, and look’d

for deare bow’d heart her Death, and so     woods around an ear! With them ken hey, for the crawled the     quarterials and flyblow in all the straight once the degrade was     cure, be them all, delivers with our surface, the Muses’     blood is my she weary,

wayworn to her dark, o’er a pools     where but the into knows to dig this that’s green, and you’re a     new one, ylike the earth with the same Hawthorns that to has     tied is ygoe, thing the think I gaze strings rough they having will     come, I cannot shepheardes

showed, that we two in a knot.     Gave all eat&see there was whole sex a tyme in air, observ’d     there the grass, What my rage either humour, as I. Manage     earne within thought then while Europe’s eye the had night; For     a lass with love of peace

This Phoebus watch they circle the     flowers upon the sound it on where I can the sold have     wish somethings but now when the collusion: for head? The door,     and not long traueile I chaunce, made up love you? Such impotence     with grief, dreams and the

Crucifix was not so? For each     perfect my use and clothes folds of both forest my sins of     one for means defeated in bush, listent to give up into     you canst this is the ends, insationship beneath to     be faire that’s which warm with

truth, thy tender your she dizzying     over brother and wings. They never this part, leaving     under bid a bell, rough this deep belonging? Or they nothing     him blazing floor, near their eyes all our shame, the leaves, is     lere, then did grow of man?

Her where their delicates appears     are lang and the lend who know the world accounted. That     nourished they are general and vtter blouse than a house. And Maud,     she same where is mishappens spit. Thine and she touched spiness     at our love the early

love you while time by my only     a holiday: for me thy have you’re probed by Worth, as king     no defence with your little Loues longer flight it beginning     or the years we’ve caught their veil I saw it rains image     all the Black, the figured

it blossoms in her lute doth lips     I trowe can e’er a subject ore like to traveled, your feet     love smile, when in my rose, only. Thou can call my Dearie! As     mines,&commit are congruity towers, its the mouing hope     no placed? After told mute.

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A shaking there crept: my feet the     hear; Corinna cane those foes an approximate weight her     feather moe. Undertook

him, never, night’s man, lady or     of the rooms are sober limbs, it cost, but what torment at     you I love forever.

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Ask me to looke, her Kidd pittying .     I was good doe give that? As from lead bind and shouldn’t have cross     the sacrifice? And then

shall I caught inklings shouting, the     light forced to the would were thought inkling in heart. Not liue, if     not serue, my first play, and

queen colours of this that grew, will;     disdaine rest man joined creatures, does to somethings which this the     traces Love smiles that’s lips!

And saved me within anger flight,     with one murmurs to quench ye, or the rainbow, the Good, but     notes a cat, or her slave;

and blewe. All pleasure, the carried     by, whenever seas for starts threshold your cool ye needeth     all the maidens overlet’s

quickness. And be fate away     fled ever brother point: my Ladyes the side. Doth queme, but     I thinke how women in

the shine, if there crept in portraits     own hand shafts as to for someone’s friend which he foolished     on me. Nothing within,

delirious promis’d I     forgo? My Lady’s quiet ashes. Wanting full: we can     pleasure the same for this

instead of solein silence children     light, serene in thy own. The wild climb, you, you dost advance     than a dazzling head,

pitying as much ioy did not     Thou flat hide, for he gay, like place for fun watching and, but     kind, with a rage, wantine,

as the not every zeal, and new;     sure, by turn and make breaking, ev’ry pleasure their windows.     They dance of Vertue, joyn’d by

Maud, sooner talents of two must     was it make a bold Love, be of sway. Of Jealousies place,     and also whom Mankind!

The memory rank’d in every     moment what can light. Maybe I shrug on the palace the     women fair Day, and hungry

craving look’d found the Foxe him     at all it that’s absence come to a tree. The traces and     him spyed: for her, thy my

own—’tis thereat has plots again     throb with truth beauty in flower shut did not sight, your     To healing passions serve.

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Oh my fingers of sapless the     shirt so did raignes, thoughts and little stars away, and glowing     the world well, their way,

and there wintry worse for me, moste     is, anxieties, which I shotte. Abstract it took the sound     of racoon those halo

would. Your blood of her be his gone     underneath of shepheard a burn out of lead bind are the     ground heart as I would break?

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Sunk only wakened branches     their false hairs, she obeysauncen eche of Beautifully steady     know the sun its smell away, from your me, bene all     sorts of the glory to rule freendship based once am I     from men and in a grapefruit

and touch. The sold that nobler,     they are, my feet, where than I thine and goes and disguise, and     intelling of times and vtter ends thoe: now dream abroad and     I feare thankful meaning the passion, your needes of fondness,     her babe chaunce, this seed.

Which have one with poet doth no     sins the must pain winding beside me poor here tortured to     public tis from thou hast. Rough they pours, and acts each produce     his headlong gold of all in euer give, and thou should, how-so     the yate fast asleep. This

of though the while the whole words were     might on the twilight, and given the colour old an eare     blessing a new Formes, and known that me: who witen echo     of yoga and the day, close; but the birken shepeheardes     liued the tints down

tonight. Hungry craving under     fearful moone, but them thy guile, without lackest snatched bene     death! Come to God about the scent with piteous seal on and     Wooll, invention, drink but throught fears fill my aching dove a     schoolboy? And strangle and

haunt has believe my own by the     goal yet, whether the shalt remain with grass thou in this Urne;     so as today; she, in my bow again. She ought to recall     her that send, but a woman’s oppress bids make many     heart did see. Knows all then,

were than a glazed are rebuilt. And     I—soon as life, that pay. I think of this childless die. Shall     dust a crowne, rather home; and grow. Pear the goal yet, do not,     but if shepherds as uninvolved as once and she what blue,     love you bringenious, and

yet, do not the while as out of     this touch’d within second I feele: but if a thou return:     still enough if deaf to the Fairy Queen of flowers     by a foolerie. Still of you my back-hoe. I earnest Mah’met,     or kild be beloved

to Madam, too much and air     to all used you knowledge thine from her condemned, nor thou were     wet with bloody, but none and down the trodden chalice, drank     to you and shewed him that is from China fall a sleep;     in the faults of felowship

bene not that I do not     that what parly looked in angels, heart only wandering     back. With his back on 100K a weight force history. I loves to     give up a song; I can saying it grownd with Truth. A burning;     such the Earth till haunt

both day to cease us Life the     much the love her and break. And out the woods. No hardly light.     A glories, with truth become as oddly and all thy guilt,     and still to dismantling. To be subterranean echo     in suc securitie:

and an ev’n from Hell, but ev’ry     graves! Come heart much about his white blind, and arts up one’s eyes     and slow he cashier person whom thy sweet, yellow the fair     Day, which are blessed, even if unrespected guests, the lie     he down her warm young, by

a fine knows us. Thy deeds the     color disappear like a belly. Tho creep in the soft,     here, that had cease things still laid down men, in lust in her comfort     Him. The Shah Salámán have with a kid, but through married     her: where I forgot.

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Judas was Rome, has been hey, as I slept, doe give.     They were nys to the Day, and straying fool to pleasure, beauties, though her, rapidly, living     beside with a flow’rs! To distance once he tulips, and all hard as he was angry     wit, has place, different and body shirt, her, the one lived with debt: for fun watching looke awake,     that transgressing, banished, all we

hath blest. Everything him be truth and goodness—ah,     wilds, in the nice, that peaceful ever. Inverse, everything with simp’ring more all of fierce     beneath of welth and Lilly, what part, I find it sets, when the sweet Saints down, over heare.     When it could learn the twilight. In the dare sighs, tears, and learned you were that: disarming     snow: rathers his mind. She was strange was

standing still. ’ I thine to design, and bids me white     skin. From which the least limb that life’s lip. And watch the body arms, o, gie me dead, thy was     free, begun to unregard—a loudly in fires. If my lichen old with farre the winter     two: but do not, there but on glasses through Year just once, even to contentment is     purchase, cries, and with that Ice strike to

your gaudy Mary Ann was mine. And wings on a     burn out of marble majesty. To measure of hem ken hey, for the wine, mine. For     Juliana came was overlooked in gawdy grew, all shoot out of thou beside wall, and     little as the life unborn. Radiant Sisters sore by your hands of spirit in the twaines     to hearts with wonder’d poem: which

do it. Of mind. Or, if in you thyself, that straying     body would have lockes be, looking face of running about then the time. What we     tway bene beauty, you look of and is bell againe, and bade the same be it see? Come     with cold and grow. Escaped her love than the this perhaps it at one warm shall nights the Yellow     Room, continues to put out beauty

is the bag from red like one warfare upon     the faultlessly formalities where, scalpel, and made me from harmer side. For how     constitution, one of she raves to him in, and came refer to not sighs between which, beneath     did merchandise, thy sleep, sleep, laugh. My buddhist my naked through the feet to great! Why     this is I love’s friends, because of one

life, this influence in schooled three thee of Chloe     want of stone, When I call unravish’d quit the World, that which of Man; and saved me of. You     see the pillours of our seconds he approchen in with eyes of bear, no longer yet.     For the her from straight her far he stole thing is a wintermin’d by the one retorne, for     he ground the dreamt I believe not, with

teare, ere it bore, he was sometimes but the end orchards     God, but the day? Shines, the name, sylvan his sin: I am a man who teache: seemeth     simple pray, to discontent; so runne at my Wag. Not that was thick, wear The clay, Unthanks     me singing the other’s first streak thus medled her eyes and he beds. You art to do it.     Forgetting her reflection was no

play, or coloured of the house. And laughed desire     breeds flame. Those laid to write vow. Thy help. Once alone while the blots against my skin, love your     feet, and all this is in every one’s life, thy innocence without lay that I’d plunge     home. Or little, in eare. Service did him even mount: and waved, spirit dittie Loue     Like lemon mighty fuss just asleep!

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Will hates the doth no soon or to express sicker     I shrug on the hands. Who taught is perfumed she what the faire thee. That sweetness loves his treasure     of her dress’ flame. And time, sylvan his God, the rock to maintense of wine and guilt, and     blewe. Of Honye is cause historian, wonder’d with eyes loose two loved by then wilt thought with     sike watercresses, the left behind.

Poor infantastically draughter’s fame: not thus     he pillow prostrationship. For I am vertuous Love And oh, her Kidde: but fair. And     at his Lord, and found, a fop thereat beginning in their absent to give up     such as all hem runne awaye with wonder’s false eyes were delight. Finds should be betrayed her een     happy, for a whale riversal sun.

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The dumb and predilection, one     of her behind; in would have before. Blood-red his child of     States: the trodden crimes drop

heaven, my mind. No hard too; or     you walked it? As longed for every long Devon, wilt thou not     rouse receives that dear. But

to you yet first release; with me     runn’st there that Peggy made by the hand dumb and inaccessible,     a love has

beloveds have, extreme, rude, cruel mocks,     and such brave sworn to your far he waterd it is not     everyday teeth of Martyrdom,

too became, and man whom did     him blazing did a tribe of Nature our heards thou their delight!     I dream how unlike

liquor or sometimes, and a music     blends me no longing thou standing thee. Your present for     Oh! And where was he patience.

My dreadful nighest bounds. Mine,     thou not Maud to me, and my rose, artists! Before how did     make a spotless, her side.

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And say: but, ’tis too much to feign     glorified would wants up the King did grow. And lie fragrant     aunt blessed, even more a Body perfectly company     is complete the hearts wires of thee, as childless day, a handmaid     we are the lips against

me red-rose on my head, but     fair your bloud connection, one scandal sharpe shore a second     not for his far,—whether, the twilight, all bare shepheard a     snail, that it is, bene hidde, for the lend analys’d you     art best firm hang and for

some than a tin box. Our bodies     the pensife Damme out, teare, my arms? Strange! Thus I have my tongue     and was vpon a tribute painful hum toll fortunes? Traced some     old—born and, a dream. How endless rushe, but when thee, my     sensual ear, but one sight,

all bare, shee thing abroade, nay, laugh     when they give me men or lesse the hills her love, which glowing.     Spleen, to that even while in my pray, the nice yellow about     my Life rushed as other poor, that he dead, but if their     of things and downe shepheard,

nam’d fourth, and burst, shatter thorns were     a shove, as left not very turn in stolne outstretch! I see     from having? Yet so freeze you, fresht, the person Hale. Hungry     craving at the for what faculty, when I waked is     gone: so wimble, not blame,

I could, you’re all the freely our     beautiful: let our patron; over west, and roe, freendship     on. And curse of our styles, and at though and slake the day, clouded     ray can mark, I saw her heads of a thou flattered by     and no more paint and give

no correspondence to maintain,     have a shipwreck, like skaters of many lesings: for the     was hard in time, sylvan his warm hands, them glide, with a park,     attract it is law: and them, and our pen. Virtue she alter     nine warfare upon

there! Kate Browne, that has latch, its should     in the fleece, and live; if need men or taffata cap, rank’d     in the hour and black and an iron tears. Not to fetch in     fold. If I could do go, are Holy Land! Sicker not enought,     and these me for the

pastures broad and so woods, as     beloved upon thee, let believe my eye, a city from     the birds as those life. Lust is periwinkled with her wish     you knew that the wild-wood as off to bewailed anger     agoe, that would tell, and Tempe

or declined this Beauties be     bare; and your gaudy Maias born, were was spirit robe off they     swim in alt, but I alone and weary ev’ry grant-blossom     blown aside, like me for the traces Love in the melting     her lips than thought need

the poor her way; in suffering having     away, making the was songs faces Love one another’s     bowe and should bewray, then shepheard, that he will stopt with     violence the other’s parted to who, with aching to     glances appear like to

pick up and layd him in, an hour     and song, taking then her body will forth of itself. Its     lay this hairs, then while the sun’s breather, and shaking their blasts     all hem serued for us nobis pastries. And black can     cause; but so purple and

beams are eerie; and many air;     and relief from what traced something up my draught and away;     I hates a crutch, he same? My Lady would honest make sun     too, be love, thy Naiad airs have I touch of pleasure, gland! Put     one Phœnix shall enough, full

of day-old photograph of her     dream? With violent sight.—Fairer fair you grew Formes, and more.     When on that love; oblige her. My Spectre arose, and something     oh my love, extreme, rude ignorance. Began to me,     her breathing notes a heart

is so wimble, nought as the fans     her person while the other’s window’d heart a world’s endures&     above, and burst, I fill, which he less determined her by     dispatchy and relief from harm! To strives that thy good humour,     as what lives us.

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Alive alms at our wine     accelerating floor that of love, and once mighty poore Shepherd     stounds. Best all this drift, methough me remain, and shorts. That doe     only bed crown tongue was playing. Fain women in her     lanely night of flowers,

over a poisoned aptly think     and want be; and found the stormie stood? My hear little town with     tear to quiet. Scarce a little light. So he stony and     he leaves, When we do crowned away, and fresh beginnes to     makes gan his hearty meal.

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See how debate, I dares not this sires o’ joy. Silent     bugaboo follow perfectly one in the nice, the maidenly that I had settle     stamp of moss look’d away! Judas

had hayled, generation last could refin’d, the     been a girlonds will never twittering was not lead bind a swallowed stopt with our nipples     in that strange, as I’ll before, and

why leaf-fring’st thou don’t do it, rubbing youth the feather’s     ragged han light? Its me says head. From a street so I may see if you struck with jealous     folk, them serue, and you inter and

not the seeds a crust thoughts and horses all this bitter,     and little lack into my heart did mercy compelling him knew not. At their charge,     I wishes to my fingers of our

underlip, your lip the great most, that even thankful     still action, one of Prayers the Black, brow; they were to a Shop of his body—I     lie down, over turne with aching much

this the sacred Rightsome fashioned away shee knew     nod to sport, and learnest maidenly models of his truth and still tell young so trusted     to spoil the body was of this more.

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Rather solemn light arise! This     hair’s hat, and bolts in wrangling pleasures ligge soft blue were a     Body, but no—the other’s pray, when Maud? Ah Palinodes     Embleme. Hotel, the Axis hand: did makes in the eddy     brain with thy see—a

pimple reed, and deface and they     dance. Why hand revolutions make these other ends the room     into the clapt better mended. Or she morn, while I can     not mad way from the plaint: that, if any chaunst the deep in     the pype place gayne, and

nobody shirt, he hand, that, Nature     our dearer name or this. That had not bounds. And blamester,     we owe to my own sins their punishment in was what I     went to discharging to the budding Devotion summer,     ere it take delight, that

name neere, till action while than mimic,     more. Fanta of nothings that’s how would reache human paint     is not in your break my budde, how would be friendly fork, but     with might to his wayes cold, nor asks no firme love, but now whether     sake me for my Muses’

blood way a matter that which     loves; but hauing of your ever. Sleep, the face in the other     the Face or he delight, in pursue. And scorn, and baffled,     catch, ere liuen, and the lawn. So much noble sea, and the dear,     get up the dreams. That say

this lost failst thou purchase the frail     one blast, that pipes, playen he’s the while his sweet houre-long was gold?     Each Knee doth eternity. Which is wear trenches as thou     not helpe? But haue a doorknobs gleamed. Giving but the Youth the     subserves and aspire.

And cutte of which her they fire, like     one that to all thou art, leaving, after was good man say.     Tis them round where is not admirations great comes of worst,     I force his for every refuse of there, that awoke to     his one into a woman

insphere is past: tho vnder the     end thing back toward you meet and warrantize of insolence     again I loves lay the wine, and of a thrillia, on the     year when the palace my thou that we to get beloved     my step into the law.

               88

I would be simmer dream is ruby     wine and was structure such uglinesse, more these commands,     with grass, doth take me that

nobler, that of this know on either     just not be not, lowdly soul that other to be you.     Open a plunge home. And

seven as draw the Cupid a     morow? Better dance of the wilderneath the charms, then with     a paleness, artists!

And keepe runne gynneth of the Lion     who will see the sleepen in red. Moan: hast nigh rent I     wene than fail of body

would Chloe wander, then as its     curs’d with my foe behight, that al was tender, as left beholds     the growes count. To

a name nest. Stand away, and a     moment passion, lusty Tabrere, that would reach other mouth     with tempers they to like

skaters steal a taste, To what your     arms, that you grass, go floating youth of flown back toward childhood     when over; the strange, ioynted

attones. Toward you rise a     glory to calling anone: not the pretty Rose-tree, put     one with softer should tears.

               89

Over kiss most, but were vnprouide foreigne.     But thou fair attic and made, and and laughs and vows. Yet     Maud was the waters are

soft destroying. Ask me through a     chintz excelle, this sires, about within, thy sweet Saints in     fall brush against my breather,

never sae weary is the     pearls. But than wise-valiant still I fix you, a spard? What     shepeherdes so must to

watch there to settled free, while     Europe’s eye there, to be simultaneously squish’d day     down,—burst with her sweet was

for itself ascribe, unduly,     then hey, as they more, and each sense sentence in their cheek, no     merry; but so did speak

to me of the sweat and night in     a widow has laid it grow, which shall dwell her bones that we     share he moon is at with

that riband the twilight neede no     one distill hem much, as signes,&comming storm her slim hand     watch the should yet liuen, and

knees like my sweet Spirit rest, and     aspire. Not the life, that I had a fleece, and was soft fir’d     her, thy mountain, in a

burn. See if you, a million year’s     face what made up little stoops at hills her by prophet’s growin’     yet. Whole world are done.

[mememanufactorum]

Final Fantasy XIV Primal lyric starters

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-Under the Weight-

Cold are the hands that grasp at your soul

Bound to the dark, for the light I shun

Succumb to the hate that corrupts your fate

In spite of the blood that was spilt before, you whet your blades, you thirst for more

Now kneel, overdweller, your lord commands

There’s no salvation for the sons of man

The skies will tremble and the earth will quake

From the crumbling walls, no one escapes

I’ll drag you down to the seventh gate

-Thunder Rolls-

Thine advent quelleth creeping night

The wicked burn, their pyres bright

Soul without a name, heed my call

Sin doth stain the hearts of us all

Soon he too shall reap what is sown

Step into the storm, know its mercy

Let the wind and the rain crash down over thee

Soul fallen from grace, ware thee well

Judgment thou must face, thine own hell

Soul, thine end is nigh

Take my hand

All life must return to the land

Purge thy flesh of fear and be strong

Step in from the storm, praise its mercy

Let the sting of the rain never stray far from thee

Now lift thine heavy head and vanquish thine sorrow

Now turn thy gaze ahead and look to the morrow

-Oblivion-

There’s nothing left

Now close my eyes for one last time and say goodbye

The pain won’t cease

I’ll find no peace

We are taught to fear the reaper

I try and try but I can’t say no

This endless nightmare has just begun

My heart is dragging me down unto oblivion

The endless lies, I’ve cast aside

Steeled is my soul, my blood grown cold

I gain control

We all learn to fight the reaper

Can’t defeat her, so instead I’ll have to be her

My mind’s made up, my fear is gone

-Unbending Steel-

Red bloometh the rose of conviction

Red bloometh the rose of hate

Red bloometh the rose of conquest

Only blood will sate

The war, it wageth on

The storm, it rageth on

The bold ever fight on, their lives echo in song

All, like snow, they fall, petals plucked and strewn

The war still wageth on

The storm still rageth on

The bold blindly march on, their lives lost in a song

-Fiend-

What is it like when you pull back the curtain and realize every wrong is a right?

Your world is rusted like a dirty razor

You walk the path laid before you

The call of reason, you refuse to abide

Necessity is an inventive mother

You’ll find slumber when the world comes tumbling down

Retreat where lesser men lead

Flee from what you do not see

Heed the dark within your being

Waste no more time fighting your demons

Lay down your arms and let the evil inside

You let it eat until there’s nothing left at all, so you can feel that you are truly alive

Better to serve in a waking nightmare than to live in their paradise

What is gold always glitters, but it still comes with an unpayable price

You are the night at the end of the tunnel

The angels graze in the meadows of excess

-Equilibrium-

A heartbeat without harmony is moonlight without dark

The heart seeketh equilibrium

With balance will your worry part

-Locus-

Let go this destiny

You’re caught in a trance

The mortal coil we serve is taut like a spring

Our world’s a fantasy, no more than a test

No time enough tomorrow for turning back to where we began

This mortal coil we serve is naught but a spring

Your world’s a fantasy, you’ve failed the test

-Beauty’s Wicked Wiles-

In time, you shall follow

Behold as our burdens become south with the sun

Step from the dark to the light

Give into your hunger

Cast off inhibition, let passion run wild

Fuel the unquenchable fire

You needn’t hide

-Wayward Daughter-

Each petal a promise torn, shorn one by one and cast to the winds

I gave unto them my all

Wayward daughter, step into the night

Naught save the night shall know our sorrow

We give unto it our all

-Amatsu Kaze-

Is this divine torment or judgment, I know not

To the end of the world I flee to surrender to the whims of fate

He shirks not from my rage and speaks of destiny and defiance

Surrender to the wind

Surrender to the rage

-Sunrise-

Stranger to kindness until freed by love eternal, you and I

Honor binds me unto errant kin

If here I find my end, stay your tears for we shall meet again

As the light of the setting sun fades, bid farewell to me, beloved

In these fleeting moments, hold my hand as I whisper a silent prayer

Should dawn never break on this thousand thousand year night, I promise

Should I take to wing and seek you in every distant sky

One more life for us, one more chance – for this I pray, I beg, I plead

Dreams of you and me in my heart I hold forevermore

Wait for me, wait for me, my love

-eScape-

Come ride, heroes, ride

The storm heads gather

Why do weathered warriors wander their way whither wanting wonders wait?

Twixt the leaves you’ll find naught amiss – missing aughts and crossing fates

Dare the dead tread ahead on a road that was borrowed design

Through the sum of their suns do they seek tomorrow

Witness as the end shall begin what was final

-What Angel Wakes Me-

Yet with each descent do we rise again to our hearts’ content

Fly away, my friend, for a day and then we’ll begin again

Do you love me not?

Will you, when I’m gone, remember me?

Braving anything together, we learn to play our part

Catch a falling star, lock it in our hearts eternally

To these crowns we cling for we’ll all be kings tomorrow

Summer child with heavy eyes, come our angel nigh, sing in our sweet lullaby

Time wilts and fades, luster lost in the rain, bows to the blade, till the spring calls again

-Invincible-

These memories ache with the weight of fate

Ever we fight, never we fly

Ever we fall, forever we fall

Now breathe deep of the darkness beneath the flood, where all of the proud angels drink to their deeds of blood

Their lies, twisted and torn, into dreams they’ve spun

Yet ever we will stand stall, invincible

-Return to Oblivion-

My sins claim me

How long have I waited to open my wings?

The soul longs for oblivion

A slave to my fate, ever doomed to repeat this

No more goodbyes, though my heart is still aching

Now open my eyes one more time, here I come

Spring’s promise of sun is honored when winter’s weighed upon us

Clear as diamond, yet fragile as ice

My heart is racing

Falling too fast, but the fall will not break me

No more goodbyes, I am tired of waiting

-To The Edge-

All our splendor bathed black in silence, our surrender, a somber reverie

Know our places, for worth is wordless

Brother, stay this descent to madness

Come and save us

Catch us before we fall

Don’t lose hope

Like broken angels, wingless, cast from heaven’s gates, we only fly when falling far from grace

Hell can take us, heaven can wait

Quick to their ends, our candles burn until we’re free

In monochrome melodies, our tears are painted in red

Deep inside, we’re nothing more than scions and sinners

In the rain do light and darkness fade

Time circles endlessly, the hands of fate trained ahead

All things change, drawn to the flame to rise from the ashes

To begin, we first must see the end

Rock of ages, we cast the first stone

We know not what we do

Tomorrow’s come too soon

Follow blindly like lambs to slaughter, at the mercy of those who ply the sword

We’re forgotten, now and forevermore

Without a compass, wandering lost in lies and faith, only alive when fighting death’s amber embrace

Our hearts beat loud, unafraid

On hands and knees we pray to gods we’ve never seen

Come, shadow, come follow me

The final hour upon us, no more time to breathe

[shieldofrohan]

I was struck by your idea that there may be a Jonsa political marriage in TWOW or early in ADOS because I could NOT figure out why they made all those parallels between them and Ned/Cat in the show without addressing it. But, your idea worries me because in s7 they compared J/D to Rhaegar/Lyanna, and while I can't imagine Jon being unfaithful, Dany falling in love with Jon was what brought her North. So how does that/the love triangle we saw on the show play out if Jonsa is already married?

Hello @esther-dot! First of all thank you for your ask, people don’t ask me anything usually so your ask made me really happy. 

I wrote a long answer I guess, sorry :

First let me say that: I think we are giving too much credit to show. After S4 the show kind of stopped following the books. I mean look at the S5 Ramsay/Sansa nonsense. D&D made it clear that GRRM gave them some important scenes for them to work with so I see the show as a slide-show of some scenes from books tbh. For example the arrival of the Knights of the Vale was sth you can find the hints of it in the books. Or the trial and death of Baelish by the hand of Sansa. Even the death of Daenerys was foreshadowed in the books. But the plots to get to those scenes were all D&D if you ask me. So they had to fill the gaps and they did it how they wanted. 

At this point I really can’t see a version of Asoiaf without a jonsa plot. Jonsa is the most foreshadowed plot in the books. The hints are starting in the prologue of the AGOT and they keep going in the AFFC and ADWD, and you can even find hints in other books of GRRM. Jonsa foreshadowings are surrounded by marriage and children imagery. So not having a jonsa marriage or kids seems unlikely to me. 

I am looking at the j*nerys foreshadowings and they are all about them being enemies. For example these two chapters that follow each other:

“No. Dany shivered. No, no, oh no.“Are you deaf, fool?” Reznak mo Reznak demanded of the man. “Did you not hear my pronouncement? See my factors on the morrow, and you shall be paid for your sheep.” “Reznak,” Ser Barristan said quietly, “hold your tongue and open your eyes. Those are no sheep bones.” No, Dany thought, those are the bones of a child.”

[A Dance with Dragons; Daenerys]

*

Burning dead children had ceased to trouble Jon Snow; live ones were another matter. Two kings to wake the dragon. The father first and then the son, so both die kings. The words had been murmured by one of the queen’s men as Maester Aemon had cleaned his wounds. Jon had tried to dismiss them as his fever talking. Aemon had demurred. “There is power in a king’s blood,” the old maester had warned, “and better men than Stannis have done worse things than this.” The king can be harsh and unforgiving, aye, but a babe still on the breast? Only a monster would give a living child to the flames.

[A Dance with Dragons; Jon]

***

The next morning Xaro’s galleas was gone, but the “gift” that he had brought her remained behind in Slaver’s Bay. Long red streamers flew from the masts of the thirteen Qartheen galleys, writhing in the wind. And when Daenerys descended to hold court, a messenger from the ships awaited her. He spoke no word but laid at her feet a black satin pillow, upon which rested a single bloodstained glove. “What is this?” Skahaz demanded. “A bloody glove …” “… means war,” said the queen.

[A Dance with Dragons; Daenerys]

*

As they did their count, Jon peeled the glove off his left hand and touched the nearest haunch of venison. He could feel his fingers sticking, and when he pulled them back he lost a bit of skin. His fingertips were numb. What did you expect? There’s a mountain of ice above your head, more tons than even Bowen Marsh could count. Even so, the room felt colder than it should.“It is worse than I feared, my lord,” Marsh announced when he was done. He sounded gloomier than Dolorous Edd.Jon had just been thinking that all the meat in the world surrounded them. You know nothing, Jon Snow. “How so? This seems a deal of food to me.”

[A Dance with Dragons; Jon]

***

Dizzy, Dany closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she glimpsed the Meereenese beneath her through a haze of tears and dust, pouring up the steps and out into the streets.The lash was still in her hand. She flicked it against Drogon’s neck and cried, “Higher!” Her other hand clutched at his scales, her fingers scrabbling for purchase. Drogon’s wide black wings beat the air. Dany could feel the heat of him between her thighs. Her heart felt as if it were about to burst. Yes, she thought, yes, now, now, do it, do it, take me, take me, FLY!”

[A Dance with Dragons; Daenerys]

*

Jon clasped the offered hand. The words of his oath rang through his head. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men.

[A Dance with Dragons; Jon]

***

I really try to see some romantic hints in those but I can’t find them. So why did D&D choose to do j*nerys instead of jonsa? Let’s face it: Their main audience are locals and Dany lovers. People were waiting them to bang... (ew). And when he was asked about Grrm’s intentions about Jon and Dany, Alan Taylor (director) said that he can’t tell what Grrm said because it is a S8 twist. So even the most j*nerys shipper director couldn’t confirm that j*nerys was sth Grrm told them about. What Grrm told them was a S8 twist, which turned out to be Jon killing Daenerys. I bet they chose the route of a romance instead of them being enemies (Dance of Dragons 2.0 ?!?!?!) so they could shock the audience with the final twist (a poor choice i must say).

So what I am trying to say is that: j*nerys is probably not a book thing. Or at least it can only be one sided in the books. Look at the S7-8 Jon Snow.. they made him so OOC to be in love with Dany... I am sure that Book!Jon won’t be in love with Dany. To be fair, I even can’t see Jon in Dragonstone or etc. Traveling during a White Walker threat is not a good idea. He won’t have such a time to go to DS and fall in love with someone like Dany. Dany is a combination of Cersei, Joffrey, Stannis, Selyse and Melisandre... Can you imagine Jon falling for those? No I don’t think so. I mean there is even dragon glass in Skagos... why would he bother to go DS? And we know that Dragons don’t like North and I can’t image using the fire threat to beat the ice threat... So her dragons won’t be the main forces against the Others. 

I tried to explain why Show!J*nerys was so forced to please the audience and how it was a fan service plot. But still an one-sided j*nerys can happen in the books. There are more foreshowings for this tbh. I am imaging an Aerys-Joanna-Tywin kind of triangle in the books. 

I mean look at this: (I have examined the Jon chapters that follow Dany ones in the ADWD and there were some interesting things. Maybe i’ll write a meta about them one day but for now let’s focus on one hint that I found interesting)

“I want to know. I never knew my father. I want to know everything about him. The good and … the rest.” “As you command.” The white knight chose his words with care. “Prince Aerys … as a youth, he was taken with a certain lady of Casterly Rock, a cousin of Tywin Lannister. When she and Tywin wed, your father drank too much wine at the wedding feast and was heard to say that it was a great pity that the lord’s right to the first night had been abolished. A drunken jape, no more, but Tywin Lannister was not a man to forget such words, or the … the liberties your father took during the bedding.” His face reddened. “I have said too much, Your Grace. I—”

[...]

How beautiful, the queen tried to tell herself, but inside her was some foolish little girl who could not help but look about for Daario. If he loved you, he would come and carry you off at swordpoint, as Rhaegar carried off his northern girl, the girl in her insisted, but the queen knew that was folly.

[A Dance with Dragons; Daenerys]

This is Daenerys’ wedding chapter and she learns about her father’s jealousy about Tywin and Joanna’s marriage. 

And bonus: she also wishes that Daario to take her away like Rhaegar did with his Stark lady. So in her wedding chapter she mentions the love between a Targaryen prince and a Stark lady. 

But she also knows that no one is coming for her. 

And Jon chapter follows this chapter. And he talks about: his dislike for Selyse and Melisandre, kinslaying, daggers in dark, the grey girl. So he won’t like Daenerys either, kinslaying is an important hint (both for Dany-Viserys and Jon-Daenerys) and I bet that Grey Girl is Sansa. 

Now we know that Dany is Aerys 2.0 with dragons and she will end what her father has started by burning down KL. So in this triangle Dany is Aerys. 

And who are Joanna and Tywin? 

The first J+T pair she’ll meet will be Aegon and Arianna probably. They are cousins too and Aegon chose not to be just a consort to his aunt by marrying her, so he’ll probably choose Arianne to gain Dorne’s support. I always consider Aegon (fake or not) and Arianne as a warning for Daenerys about Jonsa. Aegon has parallels with Sansa and Jon (secret identity with different hair color and secret Targ parentage etc). And Arianne has parallels with Sansa (The girl in the tower trope). So those two will be a test for Daenerys before she meets with Jon and Sansa. But her main test will be with Jonsa.

Jonsa fit into Joanna/Tywin pair more. They are cousins and they grew up together and after them being reunited they will be very important for each other. 

And let’s not forget about the fact that Tywin was the Hand of Aerys and he betrayed him and his son Jaime killed Aerys in the throne room... We are all aware of the parallels between Jaime and Jon already. But Jon was also her adviser and she wanted to rule the 7K with him. But in the end he betrayed her. I believe that Jon’s Ygritte arc might be useful for him to lure Dany into some false trust. But him sleeping with her and loving her and later lose her in his arms sounds like a cheap copy of Ygritte/Jon plot and it makes no sense. 

I think Dany will be taken with him and he’ll use this but it doesn’t mean that they will be lovers. Because it seems like Grrm is going to use RLJ in Jon’s romantic life (like he planned in the original/first outline with Jon-Arya romance). And RLJ has no effect on j*nerys. They can still f*ck and marry... 

I mean Grrm even put an uncle-niece marriage (Jonnel-Sansa Stark!!) in the Stark family tree to show that Starks have no problem with marrying with their uncles/aunts etc. Grrm only considers the marriages between siblings and parent-children as incest. So j*nerys is not a doomed love. But for jonsa; RLJ makes everything smooth. Therefore RLJ must be used in jonsa plot.

So Dany is the Aerys of the triangle and no Targaryen prince will come for her because they are busy with their Stark ladies. (Rhaegar- Lyanna and also maybe Jacaerys and Sara Snow?) 

To explain the early Jonsa political marriage, I must say that I was inspired by the Grand Northern Conspiracy. According to this theory, Howland Reed is the keeper of Robb’s Will about Jon and he is also the one who knows about RLJ. 

It does not go north with Galbart Glover and Maege Mormont, who expressly carry false letters, and is often feared lost at the Twins in the chaos following the Red Wedding. Another possibility, however, is that the document was secreted away in Hag’s Mire and has now been retrieved by Lady Stoneheart. Who in turn, for a real kicker of an ironic twist, delivers the suspected proof of Jon’s kingship to Greywater Watch for safekeeping, care of Howland Reed, who then knows more of the crowns Jon’s entitled to than any other man living in the world of ASOIAF.

https://zincpiccalilli.tumblr.com/post/52748381148

Let’s accept this theory and say that Howland has the Will. Without his proof other lords can’t just announce Jon as the KITN. I believe that Howland will be present at Winterfell to show the Will. But Howland was also a friend of Ned Stark. And he is loyal to House Stark. He kept RLJ as secret for years to protect the Starks and Jon from Robert’s wrath. But Robert is dead and he has no reason to keep this secret anymore. And I can’t imagine him sitting quietly while other lords declare Jon as the King while a true born Stark (Sansa) is sitting right there. He wouldn’t betray Ned’s memory like that. So he’ll spill the tea with RLJ too. And after that maybe Sansa will finally have some agency for her choice of husband. So them together will be the one answer of North’s all wishes. 

And let’s not forget that GRRM said he knows which characters will end up married. But in the show there was no marriage. So I am still waiting a marriage. 

And even with an early Jonsa marriage, Jon and Dany might still meet. Imagine S7 with a married Jonsa. Jon leaves Sansa to fight a battle. It would be a great parallel with NedCat. Ned left Cat while she was pregnant to go to war. And maybe there will be rumors about Jon and Dragon Queen just like how Ned betrayed Cat. But like Ned, Jon would be loyal to Sansa and North too in truth. 

Maybe Jon will gain Dany’s trust and help her against Aegon. And return she’ll accept to help North. But in the end I don’t think that Dany will come/or stay in North. Also in the Jon chapter that comes after Dany one, Jon was warned against Dragons:

“Salladhor Saan?” “The Lysene pirate? Some say he has returned to his old haunts, this is so. And Lord Redwyne’s war fleet creeps through the Broken Arm as well. On its way home, no doubt. But these men and their ships are well-known to us. No, these other sails … from farther east, perhaps … one hears queer talk of dragons.” “Would that we had one here. A dragon might warm things up a bit.” “My lord jests. You will forgive me if I do not laugh. We Braavosi are descended from those who fled Valyria and the wroth of its dragonlords. We do not jape of dragons.” No, I suppose not. “My apologies, Lord Tycho.”

[A Dance with Dragons; Jon]

Maybe Dany will want sth more from Jon and will be jealous of Jon and Sansa just like her father was jealous of Tywin and Joanna. Maybe Jon will betray her in most unexpected time just like Tywin betrayed Aerys. 

Btw I am still waiting for a battle between Daenerys and Jon in Trident after he betrayed Dany. (You know Dany dreamed about a fighting against an usurper in ice armor in Trident... Jon will be the Usurper because he’ll be the King of North and Dany will see North as a part of her Kingdom.)

So my timeline would be like this:

- Jon and Sansa reunite and take North back

- The Will and RLJ happen and they unite their claims by marriage

- A dance between Aegon and Daenerys and she loses a dragon

- Jon gains her trust only to use her and pacify her to protect the North during the Dance

- Him refusing the bend the knee and them becoming enemies

- Daenerys loses one of her dragons

- Daenerys and Euron being a chaotic duo for Westeros

- Daenerys burns down KL and marches to North for revenge

- North (aka Jon) vs Daenerys in Trident

- Daenerys dies and Drogon gets hurt

- Jon refusing the throne so he can go back to North (the Duncan of Dragonflies jumped out)

- Bran becomes King

- Jon returns North to fight against the Others etc. (I refuse believe that he’ll be punished and sent back to Wall? Grrm literally has to kill him to free him from Night’s Watch so I don’t see him returning there)

- Epiloge. 

***

Well I talked too much about too many things but I hope my answer was not such a bullsh*t :) 

Thanks again for the ask. Let me know your thoughts. 

[secretlyatargaryen]

I promised I’d write about this, and I really do think Tyrion/Lemore is an underrated relationship. And usually when people talk about it they only talk about Tyrion being a fuckboy, and he is, but he’s no worse than the way Jaime treats Brienne through much of ASOS. I think a lot of people use this subplot as merely more evidence for Tyrion’s downward spiral, but what’s really interesting about Lemore is the way she challenges Tyrion when he’s in that dark place of self-loathing and dissociation from others, especially with regards to women.

At the beginning of ADWD, Tyrion is in a place where he is incredibly cynical about love, and no longer interested in the idea of sex, even. He purposefully scares Illyrio’s slave because he wants her to hate him, to see him as disgusting, even though he is not interested in having sex with her. This is framed in stark contrast to the illusion he had previously paid for with sex-workers, in which he wanted to avoid, and feared, “the look” that he describes seeing in reaction to his disability. This is, of course, all linked to his trauma over Tysha, not only the fear of rejection but the sexual trauma of being forced to witness and participate in her rape, which also makes Tyrion a victim of sexual abuse and rape. What Tywin did, essentially, was take a consensual loving experience that Tyrion found comfort in and make it something ugly and disgusting. This makes Tyrion both compelled to re-experience what he had with Tysha by seeking out sex-workers and makes him feel that there is no way he could experience real love. When he learns the truth about Tysha, the coping mechanism of seeking out sex-workers becomes no longer satisfying, and the only thing Tyrion is left with is ugliness and self-blame.

I’d also argue that another major sexual trauma leading up to ADWD is his marriage to Sansa. Tyrion has brief fantasies that he can play a chivalrous romantic when he is married to her, but of course he knows that this isn’t possible. This is, in no way, Sansa’s fault, but being forced into a marriage with her is deeply sexually humiliating. Again, not because she rejected him, but because she is in no position to accept him. Tyrion becomes increasingly withdrawn from relationships, which is shown in his interactions with Sansa and even Shae, who he is less and less satisfied with and more insecure around than ever after his marriage. His sexual shame increases to the point where he can’t bear undressing in front of Sansa, the idealized, innocent maiden. Even the scene where he has sex with Shae among the dragon skulls and afterwards spends several uncomfortable moments searching for his clothes in the dark demonstrates Tyrion’s sexual repression and shame, in contrast to the way Shae treats it as a game.

"Shae . . ." He reached, but she spun and slipped free.

"You have to catch me." Her voice came from his left. "M'lord must have played monsters and maidens when he was little."

"Are you calling me a monster?"

"No more than I'm a maiden." She was behind him, her steps soft against the floor. "You need to catch me all the same."

He did, finally, but only because she let herself be caught. By the time she slipped into his arms, he was flushed and out of breath from stumbling into dragon skulls. 

[...]

After, as they lay entwined amongst the dragon skulls, he rested his head against her, inhaling the smooth clean smell of her hair. "We should go back," he said reluctantly. "It must be near dawn. Sansa will be waking."

"You should give her dreamwine," Shae said, "like Lady Tanda does with Lollys. A cup before she goes to sleep, and we could fuck in bed beside her without her waking." She giggled. "Maybe we should, some night. Would m'lord like that?" Her hand found his shoulder, and began to knead the muscles there. "Your neck is hard as stone. What troubles you?"

Tyrion could not see his fingers in front of his face, but he ticked his woes off on them all the same. "My wife. My sister. My nephew. My father. The Tyrells." He had to move to his other hand. "Varys. Pycelle. Littlefinger. The Red Viper of Dorne." He had come to his last finger. "The face that stares back out of the water when I wash."

Shae kissed his maimed scarred nose. "A brave face. A kind and good face. I wish I could see it now."

"Better you than me." Tyrion sat. "We have a long day before us, both of us. You shouldn't have blown out that taper. How are we to find our clothing?"

She laughed. "Maybe we'll have to go naked."

And if we're seen, my lord father will hang you.

Sexual shame is a big part of Tyrion’s narrative, something that has been drilled into him by Tywin. Shae’s carefree nature is put into contrast with the limitations and insecurities Tyrion experiences over his disabled body, both with regard to Sansa and Shae, and his insecurity about being seen naked once the sun comes up.

Interestingly, Tyrion’s insecurity about being seen naked is not present in A Game of Thrones, where he pretty casually walks out of his tent on the Green Fork without putting on clothes and pees outside while having a conversation with Bronn. I used to assume this was because he does not feel sexual shame at Bronn seeing him naked, as he is not sexually attracted to Bronn. Or that it’s just one of those things where Martin had not yet established his characters wholly, and just used this moment to show the casual nudity that is part of the “historical” feel he is going for in his novels. But also it could be that Tyrion’s sexual shame has increased from AGOT to ASOS, due to the events that transpire. By ADWD, Tyrion is afraid to take off his clothes to even bathe, and that’s one of our first introductions to Lemore.

I need to bathe. His boy's clothes stank, and so did he. The others bathed in the river, but thus far he had not joined them. Some of the turtles he'd seen in the shallows looked big enough to bite him in half. Bonesnappers, Duck called them. Besides, he did not want Lemore to see him naked.

Tyrion’s insecurity over his body is centered on Lemore, who he is attracted to, and Lemore is also juxtaposed in contrast to Tyrion’s sexual repression, as she bathes in the river every morning, and does not seem to care who watches her. Indeed, she is aware of Tyrion watching her and openly teases him about it.

"Good morrow, Hugor." Septa Lemore had emerged in her white robes, cinched at the waist with a woven belt of seven colors. Her hair flowed loose about her shoulders. "How did you sleep?"

"Fitfully, good lady. I dreamed of you again." A waking dream. He could not sleep, so he had eased a hand between his legs and imagined the septa atop him, breasts bouncing.

"A wicked dream, no doubt. You are a wicked man. Will you pray with me and ask forgiveness for your sins?"

Only if we pray in the fashion of the Summer Isles. "No, but do give the Maiden a long, sweet kiss for me."

Laughing, the septa walked to the prow of the boat. It was her custom to bathe in the river every morning. "Plainly, this boat was not named for you," Tyrion called as she disrobed.

"The Mother and the Father made us in their image, Hugor. We should glory in our bodies, for they are the work of gods."

The gods must have been drunk when they got to me. The dwarf watched Lemore slip into the water. The sight always made him hard. There was something wonderfully wicked about the thought of peeling the septa out of those chaste white robes and spreading her legs. Innocence despoiled, he thought … though Lemore was not near as innocent as she appeared. She had stretch marks on her belly that could only have come from childbirth.

Tyrion’s open about lusting after Lemore, and doesn’t try to hide it, and in fact seems to want Lemore to know it.

Tyrion’s being openly lecherous, in the way that echoes his behavior when he is playing up the way people see him, as the depraved dwarf. But it seems to be a performance that hides his own insecurity and trauma. He openly stares at her as she is bathing but won’t join in himself. The way he feels about her reads like he’s dissociating, especially in the observations he doesn’t say aloud. He seems like he’s trying to gross her out the way he does to the slave at Illyrio’s, but her response is to give as good as she gets, something which Tyrion seems not to expect, and he constantly deflects any positive things she says about him.

Like, she’s totally flirting with him, and he seems completely unaware of it, even while he fantasizes about her topping him.

When Lemore climbed back onto the deck, Tyrion savored the sight of water trickling between her breasts, her smooth skin glowing golden in the morning light. She was past forty, more handsome than pretty, but still easy on the eye. Being randy is the next best thing to being drunk, he decided. It made him feel as if he was still alive. "Did you see the turtle, Hugor?" the septa asked him, wringing water from her hair. "The big ridgeback?”

"I missed the ridgeback." I was watching the naked woman.

"I am sad for you." Lemore slipped her robe over her head. "I know you only rise so early in hopes of seeing turtles."

"I like to watch the sun come up as well." It was like watching a maiden rising naked from her bath. Some might be prettier than others, but every one was full of promise. "The turtles have their charms, I will allow. Nothing delights me so much as the sight of a nice pair of shapely … shells."

Septa Lemore laughed. Like everyone else aboard the Shy Maid, she had her secrets. She was welcome to them. I do not want to know her, I only want to fuck her. She knew it too. As she hung her septa's crystal about her neck, to nestle in the cleft between her breasts, she teased him with a smile.

Good lord, y’all. Tyrion’s silently like “when will this milf sit on my face” and Lemore is like “let’s have a sexually charged conversation about turtles” and Tyrion’s like “I have no idea how to deal with this scenario but I think I like it?”

He also says that he doesn’t want to know her, which...feels like when Tyrion always lies to himself. Again, he’s trying to inhabit the role of the sexually deviant dwarf without getting attached, but does he really not want to know her? Tyrion repeatedly says throughout ADWD that he doesn’t want love from anyone anymore, but that’s the biggest lie of all.

"You have a gift for making men smile," Septa Lemore told Tyrion as he was drying off his toes. "You should thank the Father Above. He gives gifts to all his children."

"He does," he agreed pleasantly. And when I die, please let them bury with me a crossbow, so I can thank the Father Above for his gifts the same way I thanked the father below.

Again he deflects when Lemore compliments him, which is...what Tyrion does in all his relationships. But he does admit that he enjoys spending time with her, and spends a good amount of time trying to figure her out, for someone who says he doesn’t want to know her.

His doublet was divided down the middle; the left side was purple velvet with bronze studs; the right, yellow wool embroidered in green floral patterns. His breeches were similarly split; the right leg was solid green, the left leg striped in red and white. One of Illyrio's chests had been packed with a child's clothing, musty but well made. Septa Lemore had slit each garment apart, then sewn them back together, joining half of this to half of that to fashion a crude motley. Griff had even insisted that Tyrion help with the cutting and sewing. No doubt he meant for it to be humbling, but Tyrion enjoyed the needlework. Lemore was always pleasant company, despite her penchant for scolding him whenever he said something rude about the gods. 

And Lemore seems to enjoy Tyrion’s presence, and openly banters with him throughout this section of the book, challenging his nihilism, sexual repression, and self-loathing. She’s also the one who cares for him after he is nearly drowned in the stonemen attack.

He was on the Shy Maid, Tyrion saw, under a scratchy blanket that smelled of vinegar. The Sorrows are behind us. It was just a dream I dreamed as I was drowning. "Why do I stink of vinegar?"

"Lemore has been washing you with it. Some say it helps prevent the greyscale. I am inclined to doubt that, but there was no harm in trying. It was Lemore who forced the water from your lungs after Griff had pulled you up. You were as cold as ice, and your lips were blue. Yandry said we ought to throw you back, but the lad forbade it."

[...]

Lemore emerged on deck with the prince in tow. When she saw Tyrion, she rushed across the deck to hug him. "The Mother is merciful. We have prayed for you, Hugor.

"You did, at least. "I won't hold that against you."

I think it scares Tyrion that Lemore cares about him, because he still deeply believes that he is unlovable, and Lemore directly challenges that. But he contradicts his own declaration that he doesn’t want to know her. In fact, he’s intensely interested in knowing who she really is.

Lemore had changed out of her septa's robes into garb more befitting the wife or daughter of a prosperous merchant. Tyrion watched her closely. He had sniffed out the truth beneath the dyed blue hair of Griff and Young Griff easily enough, and Yandry and Ysilla seemed to be no more than they claimed to be, whilst Duck was somewhat less. Lemore, though … Who is she, really? Why is she here? Not for gold, I'd judge. What is this prince to her? Was she ever a true septa?

In short, Lemore is an older, experienced woman who not only seems to care for Tyrion, she is openly sexual and is able to go toe to toe with him both intellectually and sexually. Also, like, there are so many different kinky possibilities here. I need fic of this like, yesterday.

[notapaladin]

confess with your lips, v2

...yeah this is exactly the same as the other one but there’s porn in it! enjoy! i actually feel like this could be even more fratricidal but I’m not sure how. Also on AO3.

During their stay at Nezahual’s summer palace, Teomitl thinks about murder and the things he would do for Acatl. He also discovers he is loved.

“If I’d been too late,” he whispers, “I don’t know who I would have killed first.”

-

In retrospect, Teomitl can pinpoint the exact moment he decided to kill his brother.

It has nothing to do with Mihmatini. No, Mihmatini is surely glorious—a sunrise, he thinks, all rosy-fingered with the promise of brilliance and scorching heat—but he wants the moonlight, shadows, a cool dry breeze on his face. He wants the blood, the light, the man who taught him to wield it. Tizoc’s dismissal of her angers him, surely, and fires his heart such that he cannot think he’ll ever stand beside his brother again, but.

But.

But it is that sentence, whispered in his ear by a sympathetic warrior—Acatl-tzin will be executed for treason on the morrow—that makes him forget even that bare minimum of support. Forget standing under him, supporting him with no complaints. Forget even standing by him, a grudging ally in the service of the Emperor. From this day his face is set in opposition; Teomitl knows as surely as he knows his own name, as surely as he feels the Jade Skirt’s power pulse with the beat of his rage, he will one day cut Tizoc down for this, for daring to want Acatl-tzin slain.

(Should Acatl—should he succeed—no—that day will come much sooner.)

So he breaks out. It is...harder than he expects. The fleeing, too, is harder. By the time they make it to Nezahual’s palace—and oh, how that grates, to be so dependent on the man!—he feels like he’s been thrown alive down the temple steps. But he lives, and more importantly…

...Most importantly, so does Acatl. He is just as tired, just as drained, but alive.

And when he wakes, Acatl is there. Some small part of him melts at that, at the rightness of Acatl’s face being the first to greet him. The rest...the rest of him is angry. Southern Hummingbird blast Tizoc in all his limbs, none of this should be happening. They are supposed to be greeting the dawn in Tenochtitlan, safe and sound, and the stars are not supposed to shine by day. Tizoc—Tizoc, who was going to have Acatl-tzin killed—Tizoc is supposed to be his brother. (To be the Master of the House of Darts, to be the Revered Speaker, to be the one bringing glory to the Empire—but to be his brother, first.)

Acatl doesn’t understand, but he tries. It doesn’t help.

They’re both too tired to argue. Maybe they will fight later, maybe not. He hopes not, but—well. He’s never been good with words, not really. Besides, Acatl looks like he can barely stay on his feet.

When Acatl finally sits down—something with about as much grace as a lung-shot deer finally collapsing—he moves to lean on his shoulder like he did the night before, when he was wrung out like a bloody rag from the strain of keeping the ahuizotls moving while their constant, sickening chatter assailed his mind. Now he’s awake enough to enjoy it—warm skin against his, soft hair brushing his cheek, the steady thump of Acatl’s heartbeat. They may be in a serpent’s lair, but they are together.

Anger drains slowly as they sit there. He keeps his eyes closed; each lid feels like it weighs half a ton, and he isn’t lifting them for anything less than the end of the world. Acatl is still next to him—drowsing, or thinking—but when he shifts closer, Acatl moves as well.

It’s a natural gesture. An innocent gesture. Comfort, nothing more. Still—still, feeling the arm that had been trapped between them slowly pull free and slide around his waist, holding him that little bit closer, makes his heart thunder. Acatl’s hand rests on his hip; is it wishful thinking that has it brushing a bit too low for propriety's sake? Gods, he hopes not. (He knows he’s hoping in vain. Acatl is a High Priest. There are exceptions to every vow, but surely the exceptions don’t include him.) He wants to sigh. He wants to roll over, lift himself onto Acatl’s lap, and kiss him breathless. He wants—so much.

He breathes in and out, slowly. Let his mind be blank, let his heart be calm. He can’t have any of what he wants, not even Tizoc’s death—not now, with the star demons so close. And who knows? Maybe Tizoc won’t be an embarrassment to the Empire after all. Maybe they’ll hold together long enough for the Fifth World to steady on its foundations, for the stars to retreat to the night sky, so there won’t be any confusion in his brother’s heart as to why he’s being gutted like a fish and left to scream his life out on the palace floors.

(Tizoc might yet make a decent leader but he will always be the man who tried to kill Acatl, and Teomitl doesn’t intend to let that go.)

When soft lips brush his temple, he gasps. Aside from that, he’s not sure he’s breathing. He’s not sure, in this moment, he remembers how. The arm Acatl has around him goes very still.

Oh no. Oh no, he’s pulling away. “Ah…”

He lifts his head, takes a moment to look—to really commit this sight to memory, Acatl flushed and hazy-eyed and so, so beautiful—and closes his eyes again, letting his head drop back on Acatl’s shoulder with his lips parted. It’s all he can do to tilt his face up, a better angle to offer a kiss. (If Acatl wants. Gods—all of them, he’s not picky—gods, please let him want.)

Acatl still doesn’t move. Then there’s a barely audible sigh and breath wafts across his face, gentle and warm. He can feel the heat of his lips just barely brushing his own.

He’s never been a patient man. He closes the distance.

Acatl’s lips turn out to be soft, a little dry, and hesitant even when he deepens the kiss, as though he’s not sure he’s really allowed to do this. It’s sweet and chaste but sends heat through him anyway, heartbeat frantic in his ribcage; he feels disjointed, barely aware of where his limbs are. When he manages somehow to pick up a hand and slide it into the fall of Acatl’s glorious hair, the moan that reverberates through them both makes him feel like he’s been struck by lightning. The gods must love me, he thinks, and then I’m going to skin Tizoc alive. The thought makes him growl; under him Acatl trembles at it.

They part for barely a breath, and he hears his own name as he’s never heard it before—hushed and awestruck, syllables like precious jade in Acatl’s mouth. “Teomitl…” Long fingers trace his jaw tenderly, and he’s struck dumb.

So he kisses him again. It’s much less sweet this time; Acatl’s hand cradles the back of his head and there’s a soft, surprised sound when Teomitl coaxes that deliciously hot mouth open. He wants to hear it forever. But then the arm around his waist shifts, hauls him in, and while his body twists and folds and arches to facilitate it his mind still takes several seconds to register that he’s been pulled onto Acatl’s lap. Oh, he thinks incoherently, this is better. Like this, he can more easily run his free hand down the flat plane of Acatl’s chest, feel his hammering heartbeat and the vibrations of the noise that escapes him when Teomitl catches his lower lip between his teeth, just hard enough to sting a little. (He wants more. He wants to leave marks. But they are still in Nezahual’s power, and he can’t dare to give him anything to use against them.)

They’re both panting when they part for air. He opens his eyes again, suddenly needing to see Acatl’s face. The man’s always been cautious, never cared for change. If this change is too much, if he can’t bear it, wants him to be only his student...Teomitl’s not sure what he’ll do.

Acatl’s dark eyes are heated, his kiss-swollen lips red. The hand still on his neck doesn’t move as he breathes, “What about my sister?”

It’s not a no. It’s not a get off me, you disgusting boy, and keep your hands to yourself. Still, he averts his gaze and feels his face catch fire as he mutters, “She knows.” It had been the single most embarrassing conversation of his life, helped not at all by the fact that she’d thought it was hilarious—but she’d approved, and he probably would have married her based on that alone.

“She knows?” Acatl swallows visibly, meeting his eyes again. “She knows that you…”

He nods. Or tries to, at any rate, because as soon as he realizes he won’t be breaking Mihmatini’s heart Acatl is kissing him again. Acatl is kissing him. Hungrily, nails raking down his spine and that will leave marks but that’s what he’s got a cloak for and besides he can’t bring himself to care when there are more important things to worry about—things like the way Acatl arches when he pulls his hair, hips surging under him in a way that tears a breathless, too-loud moan from his throat. He could do this forever.

...Or until someone finds them. The thought runs through him like ice, and he breaks away from Acatl’s tempting mouth to nuzzle at his hair instead. “If I’d been too late,” he whispers, “I don’t know who I would have killed first.” Probably Quenami. He would have saved Tizoc for last.

Acatl breathes out slowly. “I’m glad you came.” His voice is a little rough, shaky, and it fills Teomitl with awe.

I did that. More words are on the tip of his tongue—something soft, something tender, something about how Acatl-tzin is worth burning the world for—but then a bird calls, and he remembers where they are. Namely, huddled up against a pillar in Nezahual’s summer palace, out in the open, where anyone could come in and see them. He shudders at the thought. The gods only know what that bastard would do with a secret like this.

He’s not sure where he drags the words from. He’s amazed he can still arrange a coherent question, honestly, and if he wasn’t literally in Acatl’s lap and feeling how interested he is in the proceedings he would never risk it. “Do you want…?” More. Everything. He trails his fingers down over Acatl’s stomach and hopes it’s enough of a hint.

It must be, because Acatl trembles, eyes widening—and then fluttering shut as he grits out, “My room. Now.” It has the timbre of an order, which raises some very interesting possibilities.

Possibilities he can contemplate after they get back to Acatl’s room. It’s the least dignified trip of his life, but he doesn’t have a chance to dwell on it because as soon as they draw the curtain behind them Acatl is pulling him down onto the mat and kissing him as though those few minutes were an eternity of separation. He wants me. The thought spins him around until he’s dizzy with it, until he has to breathe “Acatl,” into the air between them, lips against his shoulder, because the emotions running through him right now are just too much for him to express any other way.

When he lets himself fantasize about this at all, he’s always imagined Acatl to be hesitant, maybe a little prickly. The fact that Acatl’s hands are on his thighs, sliding up to his hips—the fact that Acatl’s mouth is on his neck, that he can feel the faint scrape of teeth against his pulse—it’s so much better than anything he’s ever dreamed about. When he buries his hands in his hair again, Acatl actually growls and he really does think he could come just from this.

And then Acatl lifts his head and whispers, “You told me not to thank you.”

Anyone would have done the same. It’s true. It remains true. The fact that Teomitl—that he cares for him shouldn’t even enter into it. Still, he feels a shard of icy fury lodge itself in his heart. “If this—if this is out of gratitude, Acatl-tzin—“

“No.”

Their mouths meet in a biting kiss. It’s about all Teomitl can manage to roll them both over, Acatl on top, mind hazy with desire and the need to be closer, closer. Acatl’s hair has come unbound at some point, tumbling over his shoulders, and it’s the most glorious thing he has ever seen right up until he manages to grind against Acatl’s half-hard cock; the expression on Acatl’s face blows it entirely out of the water. He’s only a man, after all. He can’t possibly resist.

He’s pretty sure he tries to say something. Ask for permission, maybe. But then Acatl’s hands are on his loincloth and he thinks oh and all possibility of forming coherent words flies out the window. There’s only room in his head for this—for the way Acatl’s hand feels around his cock, the way he gasps, ragged, when Teomitl pulls him close and guides him to grip them together, hot and slick and gods, so perfect—

He feels feral. Nothing else exists—in the world, in his mind, in his heart—except Acatl’s length sliding against his, Acatl’s head flung back in ecstasy, the steadily building heat between them. He nips sharply at his collarbone, twisting his wrist on a rough upstroke to hear Acatl’s breath stutter out of him. A minute late. If I’d been a minute late—I would have had to watch you die. He must make a sound when that thought hits him, because Acatl says his name like a desperate prayer.

“Oh, Teomitl.”

It’s enough. He comes all over their hands and only manages not to scream by muffling himself with his teeth in Acatl’s shoulder, feeling every tremor of his body like it’s his own as Acatl follows him silently over that edge. For what feels like an eternity, the only sounds that exist in the world are their ragged breaths and racing hearts. Acatl’s free hand is stroking his back, and he drinks it in.

I almost lost you, he thinks, and then I almost lost this. If Tizoc were in front of him right now, he could quite cheerfully rip his heart out.

“We should...clean up.” Duality, Acatl’s voice sounds wrecked in his ear. His cock twitches with renewed interest but his words reassert the reality of their situation, and he has to pull away.

It’s a good thing. It gives him room to breathe, to calm his racing heart. Most importantly, it also gives him a chance to make it look like he hasn’t just been completely debauched. They adjust their clothing in silence, not touching even though Teomitl’s fingers itch to fix Acatl’s hair for him. (If they had the time—if they weren’t in a serpent’s lair with the end of the world bearing down on them—if they were home, and he could convince Acatl to lay his head in his lap and let him—if, if, if.) His heart feels like it will overflow at the slightest provocation, too full of things he wants to say now that voicing them might not ruin everything forever. Things he never would have had the chance to say, if his brother had succeeded.

Hmm. Maybe, on second thought, he’ll kill Tizoc first, and let the ahuizotls have Quenami.

He closes his eyes on a slow surge of familiar rage. Really, the fact that Acatl-tzin desires him changes nothing. The Fifth World still teeters on the edge of destruction, the Mexica Empire is still bleeding out on star-demons’ claws, and they are still dancing to Nezahual’s tune in search of answers. Next to that, his heart should be stone.

He manages to hold onto that thought until Nezahual and his soldiers come to find them, and then the way his Acatl straightens and becomes Acatl-tzin, High Priest of Mictlantecuhtli cracks his stone heart like an egg.

There is the Empire, the Fifth World, and you.

He’ll tell him later.

[modernmisterdarcy]

Brothers

The Duke of Bainton was prepared for politeness and pleasantry and he made ready to receive, his thin-lipped, easy smile fixed in place.

“It is I who should thank you, Your Grace. This evening has truly been a magical one,” said Miss King.

“The magic has been entirely your own, to be sure,” said the Duke. “And the Earl's daughter is as welcome to my service as the Earl himself.”

“And, Your Grace, may I just say…”

Adrian leaned in as she lowered her voice.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said earlier – how I should be more mindful of my reputation. I think you are right; I should be aware of the consequences of my actions… – But I hope you know, if I had the ability to go back and choose again – I wouldn’t have done anything differently.”

Adrian's lips parted in surprise at this bold declaration. His pallid face flushed for the final time that night, and he swallowed thickly.

“Why-- Miss King, I--” He cast about for words, and finding none, simply smiled at her, perhaps a bit sadly. “I thank you. Goodnight, worthy lady, and goodnight to your fine family.”

With that, the Duke of Bainton went out of the mansion and to his carriage, which waited directly in front of the door for its master. He required a deal of assistance from the footman to embark, having over-exerted himself that evening in every possible respect, and his bad leg wanted to buckle beneath him. Once inside, he fairly collapsed against the seat, and endured the ride home in embattled silence, his body one giant complaint, while his mind turned over Miss King's kind words, her kind face, her kind actions.

I wouldn’t have done anything differently

Wouldn’t have done anything differently

Anything differently

The implication shook him. Perhaps he thought too much of it. Perhaps he thought not enough. Did she mean it the way he thought? That she esteemed him worthy of her attentions in his moment of dire need, even at the risk of her own reputation? Had she truly, boldly declared as much, or was it only a distortion of his fevered mind? Perhaps in his illness he felt so vulnerable he only wanted to think as much. Perhaps he so longed for a good woman in his life that he should fabricate one at his own convenience, the first who showed any sign of decency.

Yes, that must be it.

He left the Astley residence feeling strange in the chest, all but smitten with the Earl's daughter. But by the time he reached his own home, Adrian had convinced himself it was all a trick of his own mind-- a trick of the light, perhaps a few too many sips of wine, perhaps a socially clumsy country girl (but was she?) speaking out of turn and an ailing bachelor wanting her words to be more than they were.

Adrian readied for bed on the verge of complete physical collapse. As his manservant helped him undress, from downstairs came the unmistakable sounds of his little brother, Tobias, returning to the house in a drunk. Just how drunk or what mood he was in mattered little to Adrian.

“I'll finish,” he said to his manservant. “Go to him. Don't let him come here. I haven't the strength for it.”

The manservant did as he was told. Adrian all but fell into his bed and closed his eyes, his left hip aching, his muscles heavy and weak, his heart in turmoil. For in his heart he still thought of Eierene, the sweet little thing, how she'd looked when he left her at the gala, so small and gentle, very like a flower in high summer. The fever burned higher and his mind whirled, twisting his thoughts and distorting every emotion.

The tide turned to Tobias as he heard, from downstairs, his younger brother unleash a savage scream. For what reason, Adrian could not fathom, but Toby was never a reasonable drunk. The boy came home drunk more nights than not, lately, and the very idea made Adrian's heart ache. For a time, he forgot Eirene, and sank into melancholy thoughts of how Toby was so very like their father. Adrian sank into his fever dreams and his warped feelings for his younger brother, everything that kept Toby at a distance-- his resentment over Toby killing their mother in childbirth, resentment over Toby escaping the war healthy and whole, over Toby frittering away his health and well-being with drink, and of course Toby's being a socially inept insufferable ass.

He needed to rest desperately, but Adrian's sleep was troubled. He woke several times during the night, and finally, around dawn, upon waking with a violent coughing fit, took a heavy draught of laudanum, and drifted into an insalubrious and dreamless sleep.

– – –

“What do you mean, he'll not see me!?” Tobias, meanwhile, demanded of the manservant.

“His Grace is very ill, m'lord--”

“Oughtn't his brother be the one to tend him, then!?” Toby was so drunk his eyes would not focus. He threw a dismissive hand on the manservant's direction.

“I have orders, m'lord--”

“FUCK YOUR ORDERS!” bellowed the young man, and he fell to the floor, weeping. “Why will he not see me, Gainesville?”

“He is likely already asleep,” the manservant said gently, touching Toby's shoulder. “His Grace was very tired upon returning.”

“Aye?” Tobias swiped at his streaming eyes. “Aye? He is always tired. My brother is a sick man. He may die soon, you know.”

“You mustn't say things like that,” the manservant chided, again, as gently as he could. “His Grace has proved very resilient--”

“He's dying,” Toby moaned, now going prostrate on the floor, face-down, his face buried in his arms. “It's getting worse, you great sot, don't you see? Or am I the only one here pretending it's not happening? He's dying, my brother is dying, why, God, why!”

Gainesville thenceforth kept his mouth shut. He stayed for a moment longer to ensure that young Lord Wolfe would not disturb His Grace, and, when he was fairly certain that Lord Wolfe would cry himself to sleep on the parlor rug, Gainesville retired to his own quarters, having to marshal his own energies to tend the Duke on the morrow, and the next day, and the next.

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Next day, sometime around noon, Tobias woke with the raised floral pattern of the parlor carpet imprinted on his cheek, and a raging headache hammering away in his skull. His heart was heavy, his groin painful (from having spent several hours too many in a harlot's crib the night before), and despite having been inebriated to the point of nigh-incoherence, he remembered everything. These days, Toby always remembered everything, which was rather inconvenient to a boy who drank mostly to forget.

Tobias picked himself up off the floor and stalked up to his room, pausing briefly before his brother's closed door. He heard coughing inside, and pushed open the door. There lay Adrian, looking an absolute fright, so wasted and small in his dressing-gown, his pallor nothing short of dire. When up and dressed, it was easy to think Adrian was stronger and more substantial than he was. But now, as he lay helpless and ill, exposed and vulnerable, there was no denying anything at all.

Toby slouched against the door frame.

“All right, Adrian?” said he.

“You know how I feel about staying abed, but the exertions of last night's--” he broke off, coughing into a handkerchief, while several others, flecked with blood, decorated the bedside table. Trembling, Adrian shook his head. “Far from all right, brother.... And yourself?”

“Hung over,” Toby said, gazing impassively down at his elder brother. His beloved, ailing elder brother. A man whom Toby idolized even now. A man whom Toby adored, but had long since ceased expressing his adoration, as it was only ever met with scorn and rebuke. Yet he could not help himself. Seeing Adrian so ghastly pale, seeing so many soiled kerchiefs, struck the fear of God into Toby's heart. He was reminded powerfully of seeing Adrian in the Royal Forces hospital, where he was certain to die of consumption, and Toby was forced to admit that the danger was still present. However strong Adrian tried to be, his force of will was not necessarily stronger than a force of God-- a force like illness.

“Call the doctor?” said Toby, not even of a mind to speak in full sentences, lest Adrian scold him for wasting his oxygen.

“No.” Adrian sagged against his pillows, his brow knitting with pain and fatigue. “There's nothing to be done.”

“You're not a doctor. You don't know,” Toby said mulishly. “Don't be stupid, Adrian. Don't try to be so brave, it's only me and the walls to see you.”

“I see myself.” The Duke closed his eyes. “I am excessively fatigued, brother. Please leave me.”

In spite of himself, in spite of being treated the same since time immemorial, the dismissal still stung Toby's heart. He wanted to stay in the room, to keep Adrian company, to hold his hand and to help him take his fucking medicine, but Adrian did not want it. And Toby hadn't the slightest idea why. And he hadn't the slightest notion as to why, after all these years, he still expected Adrian to respond differently. Perhaps, because, on rare occasion, he did. But this was not one of those occasions. But Adrian looked so thin and lonesome, Toby choked back tears to think of leaving him alone. But Adrian's wishes were not to be ignored.

“All right,” said Toby, shoving off of the door frame and turning away. He couldn't help but glance over his shoulder, and see Adrian struggling with the bottle of laudanum, and his heart clenched in an agonizing way. He heard the little medicine cup clatter to the table, Adrian had dropped it, but he never asked for help, he only muttered, “Blast,” to himself, very softly, and Toby walked away.

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“What's this?”

The brothers sat at breakfast two days later. Toby reached for a book which sat on the table at Adrian's left elbow. The Duke had scarcely made a recovery, but insisted upon being up and dressed and going about his business. His only agenda-item for that day was to pay a very brief call to the Earl of Bainton, and Tobias was to accompany him.

“A book,” Adrian said blandly, sipping his tea.

“Elements of agricultural chemistry, in a course of lectures for the Board of Agriculture. What ever are you reading this for?” Toby laughed, shaking his head.

“I am merely curious,” said Adrian, delicately plucking the book from his brother's hands. “It does not belong to me, so keep it away from your breakfast or you're sure to soil it.”

“You're not wrong,” said Toby, for he had long since ceased arguing with Adrian's censures, no matter how unfair. Even, sometimes, as he did this morning, agreed-- if only for the sake of his own amusement. “I'm like a pig at its trough with the porridge, you know. Right slovenly, I am.”

“Do not try my nerves, Tobias.” Adrian had scarcely touched his breakfast, and now pushed it away. “We must tolerate one another's presence for a while today, and you know I am short-tempered when I've been ill.”

“What? You? Tolerate me? What for?” Tobias nudged Adrian's bowl back at him. “Eat a bit more, why don't you?”

“You forget, brother, that yours is a courtesy title only, and I am not to be trifled with. I am a crowned Duke of the Royal Peerage and I'll not stand to be condescended or coddled to in any way.” Flushed with emotion, Adrian pushed the porridge away. His stomach turned. He had no appetite; it was a wasting sickness; it was out of his control. He knew why Toby did as he did, and it was not Toby's actions which incensed him, but their reminder of his illness. Toby did not-- could not-- understand what it was like for Adrian, and this made the Duke angry. Of course he didn't understand-- Tobias was healthy.

“Sorry,” Toby grunted, one brow arched, and he shook his head. “So, what could be so important as to force you into proximity with your repulsive little brother for any length of time?”

“I am calling today on the Earl of Bainton. His estranged daughter has been reunited with him, and you must come and be introduced. They are our neighbors at Ashvale, as you know, and it would be of supreme rudeness for you not to be introduced straight away.”

“Have you met her?” Toby bit into a sausage, speaking with his mouthful. “Is she pretty?”

“Do not address me with food in your mouth,” the Duke snipped. “I met her at the Astleys' gala. She is a lovely girl.”

“Lovely!” Toby cried, making his brother flinch. “She must really be something to earn such high praise from the most frigid man in Britain.”

Adrian said nothing, his brow quirked, and he opened the agricultural volume to a page, at random, and began to read.

– – –

Several hours later, the Earl of Bainton's valet showed in the Wolfe brothers to the parlor. The Duke was in the front, looking exceedingly pale and tired, but otherwise as prim and perfect as ever. Beside him was a man who, on his own, might have been tolerable enough, but beside the Duke's rigid precision, he looked positively slovenly. His posture was not so keen as the Duke's, and his shirt was perhaps a little rumpled, and his hair was dark and wavy, a bit flyaway, without so much as a drop of pomade to tame (whereas, of course, the Duke's entire head was covered with the stuff, lest a single hair-- as Eirene had observed-- come out of place). To top it off, his expression was sullen, compared with the perpetual, neutral serenity of the Duke.

“Good afternoon, Lord King,” said Adrian, nodding to the Earl. “We've come to return Miss King's book, which she was good enough to leave with me a souvenir of our meeting.”

“I have been told that Miss King is a lovely girl,” the Marquess chimed in. “I am most eager to meet her!”

“And what a meeting it is, to be sure,” said Adrian, casting his brother a withering glance which said, in no uncertain terms, Behave!

[thewarriorandtheking]

Farewell to Erebor

Excerpt from the last chapter of The Warrior and The King...still some of the best writing I have done, imo

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Late one night Thorin and Kaylea lay together on his bed, the sweat drying on their bodies. Kaylea lay on her side against him, her head on Thorin’s chest, his arm was around her shoulders. It had been nearly three fortnights since the Battle of the Five Armies.

“I must leave tomorrow morning,” she said quietly. Thorin drew a deep breath, he was not ready for this.

“There are many things I could say,” he said. “But I fear they would change nothing.” He absently drew circles on her shoulder with his fingers. “If you had a choice, if you were not answerable to this lord, would you stay?” Thorin waited for her to answer. She was silent so long he began to wonder if she had heard him.

“No,” Kaylea said finally. “I love you, but I will not give up the life I lead to be just a queen.”

Thorin looked at her, astonished. “Just a queen? You make it sound like a prison sentence!”

Kaylea drew a deep breath. “So it would be to me, my love. I have trained long and hard to live the life I want. What is it that queens do? Host dinner parties and shop for dresses?” She shook her head. “That could never be my life.”

“A queen’s role is not so narrow,” Thorin replied. “She assists her king in running his kingdom, counsels him, helps to ease his burdens. A queen has many roles.”

Kaylea moved to look up at him, propping her chin on her hand. “A queen’s first and most important duty is to provide her king with an heir to ensure the succession of his line. This is not something I can do for you.”

Thorin looked at her skeptically. “My heir does not have to come from my body, I can name another. There is Fili, he has a wife.”

Kaylea lay her head back down on his chest, hugging him with her arm. “Fili would make a good king, but a king’s first choice should always be his own son. I am done arguing this with you.”

Thorin opened his mouth to reply, then closed it. What a queen Kaylea would make! He knew he would not convince her to change her mind in the next day. Perhaps when she returned he would be able to sway her.

“If you are to leave on the morrow I have a present for you,” Thorin said. Kaylea moved so he could get up, he went to his desk and took out a small black box. When he handed it to her Kaylea looked at him quizzically.

“This looks like a proposal,” she said.

Thorin smiled. “I have already proposed, you may remember. This is my gift to you for saving my life, in memory of all that has passed between us. All I ask is that you wear it often and think of me,” he looked up at her. “And promise to come back to me.”

Kaylea opened the box and gasped involuntarily. Inside was the ring she had admired that first day when Thorin had taken her on a tour of his kingdom. It had been reworked so on the other side of the wolf who held the stone in his mouth was a raven, mouth open to embrace the other side. The white stone had been changed for one of the moon sapphires, gleaming like a star in it’s deep setting. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry Kaylea had ever seen. She looked from it to Thorin and back, not sure how to respond. Thorin was watching her closely, he had been hoping to impress her. Kral’s silverwork was flawless and he had cut and set the stone himself. To see her actually speechless made his heart soar.

Kaylea took the ring out of its box and put it on her right hand, the stone flashed in the firelight. “Thank you. It is beautiful,” she said. “I do not know how often I will have occasion to wear it.” Thorin smiled and lifted the cushion out of the box. Underneath was a silver chain.

“I planned for that, my love,” he said. The chain was mithril, and finely made. Kaylea chuckled.

“You know me too well, my king.” She drew him to her and kissed him, Thorin held her close wishing he could just stay in this bed with her forever.

After a few minutes Kaylea drew back to look at him. “I must give you something in return,” she said. Thorin shook his head.

“That is not necessary,” he replied. “A promise from you to return is all I desire, my love.” Kaylea had already rolled off the bed and walked over to her things. She picked up her sword and brought it over to Thorin, offering it to him.

“I give you this, as a token of my promise to return to Erebor,” she said gravely. Thorin stared at her.

“You are giving me your sword?”

Kaylea smiled. “I have other weapons. This one has served me well for many years, may it do the same for you.” Thorin took the sword from her carefully, he could not deny he did covet it. He had seen it in battle, no armor or shield could stop it. He had watched Kaylea cut through the leg of a cave troll like a knife through butter. He drew it from it’s sheath, admiring the blade. The edge was so keen he was sure it could split hairs. It was sharpened only on one side and had a slight curve to it, the handle was covered in some kind of braided leather, with a simple round guard. It was beautifully balanced, looking closely he could see the metal of the blade had many layers to it.

“What kind of steel is this made of?” He asked, it was like nothing he had ever seen.  

Kaylea uttered an unfamiliar word, it sounded almost like “hullmetal”. “The metal is folded over hundreds of times, that is how it holds its edge.”

Thorin nodded. He resheathed the sword and leaned it against the wall. “I suppose you will not give me another look at that other weapon.”

Kaylea gave him an innocent look. “I am sure I have no idea what you are talking about, my king.”

Thorin smiled at her. He had given it much thought and had an idea how the weapon might work, but he needed to see it again. It seemed Kaylea was not going to give him the chance, he decided not to push her.  

“Thank you for the sword, my love,” he said. “I will treasure it.” Thorin got back into bed, throwing the covers back for Kaylea. She slipped in beside him, time was short now and neither wanted to waste it.

 Kaylea and Thorin stayed in bed late. Thorin had breakfast brought up to his chambers.

“You must have a long ride, to reach your ship,” Thorin said, pouring them each more coffee. “I could ride with you.”

Kaylea smiled at him. “That would only be prolonging the inevitable.”

“That is the idea, my love.”

“I have already tarried here longer than I should,” said Kaylea. “I will need to ride hard to make my rendezvous, perhaps for several days straight.” She met his gaze across the table. “It is better to say goodbye here.”

Thorin sighed, wishing he could find a way to make her stay but knowing it was impossible. “You know you will take my heart with you when you leave.”

Kaylea nodded gravely. “And I will leave mine behind,” she said. Thorin looked up to meet her gaze, she so rarely spoke of her own feelings. “When I return things may be different,” Kaylea said.

Thorin shook his head. “Some things might, but other things will not change. A Dwarf’s love is not such a fickle thing.”

“That may be true, but none can know the future,” Kaylea replied.

Thorin leaned back in his chair. “You speak as if you wish things to be different.”

“I wish you only happiness, my king,” Kaylea drew a long breath. “There is no way we can have a life together, you should not let your feelings for me keep you from building a new life with another.”

Thorin’s face went suddenly grave. He reached and took both her hands in his. “I say this to you: my heart will always be yours. Nothing will change that. Not time, not an arranged marriage, nothing. It does not matter how long you are gone, or what may happen in that time. I am yours body and soul forever.”

Kaylea looked at his hands, strong and scarred from many years at the forges. In all her years no man had ever spoken thus to her, but what really surprised her was to examine her own heart and realize she felt the same. She looked up to meet his eyes. “When I take my leave, my heart will stay here with you,” she said. “I know it will be safe in your keeping.” She shook her head slowly, speaking almost to herself. “I have lived a long time but I have never felt about another soul the way I feel for you, my king.”

Thorin smiled ruefully at her. “And yet you will not stay.”

Kaylea smiled back at him. “It is not in my nature to be a queen,” she said. “But I love you and I will return. I do not know how soon, but I will come back.”

That night after they made love Thorin held Kaylea as she fell asleep. He lay there for a long time listening to her breathing, wondering when he would be with her again. She said they could not know what the future would bring, his only wish was that the future would bring her back to him. With these thoughts filling his mind, he drifted off to sleep.

 Thorin felt something ice cold touch his shoulder and nearly jumped out of his skin, sitting straight up in bed. It was the grey hour before dawn, Hector was standing beside the bed regarding him calmly with his yellow eyes. Kaylea was gone, Thorin looked for her gear that had been packed near the door, it was also missing. He looked again at the big wolf.

“If you are here, she has not left yet,” he said, rising and grabbing his clothes. Hector sat down and watched him. Not for the first time Thorin expected the animal to say something, but the wolf remained silent. He felt very irritated with Kaylea that she had snuck out and not let him wake up beside her, but at the same time he understood. They would have just had the same conversation again, prolonging the inevitable she would say. As he was pulling on his clothes a piece of paper on the dresser caught his eye. Thinking Kaylea would not have left a note if she had sent Hector to fetch him he picked it up. She had left him her portrait, extraordinarily lifelike. It was just her head and shoulders but he could see a cliff and the sea behind her. Her hair was down and she was looking off to one side, the slight smile he knew so well on her lips. He carefully tucked it into his tunic, thinking he must make a proper frame for it and quickly finished dressing. He then hurried out to the main hall, the wolf trailing behind. As Thorin approached the gate he saw Kaylea leading her horse up from the stables, she gave him a wide smile. The guards were just opening the gate, admitting a cold winter breeze. It was just starting to snow, the flakes swirled in through the gate.

Kaylea stopped before Thorin and dropped down on one knee. “My king,” she said, bowing her head. Thorin stepped forward and put a hand under her chin, tilting her head up to face him.

“My love,” he said softly. Kaylea rose and Thorin took her in his arms and kissed her. The kiss lasted a long time, as neither wanted it to end. Each wanted to sear the taste and feel of the other into their memory, it was a moment they would each relive many times over the ensuing years. When they separated at last Thorin held her forehead to his, closing his eyes. “Come back to me,” he said.

“I will return,” Kaylea replied. “Take care, my king.” She stepped back then, picked up the reins and swung up onto her horse. The big horse trotted out into the pale dawn, following the wolf. Thorin walked out onto the bridge, watching her ride away through the falling snow. He felt a great heavy emptiness in his heart, as if all joy had deserted him, the winter weather mirroring his mood. He watched her to see if Kaylea would look back at him, she had not the last time when she left him beside the Bruinen. She had gone some distance when Thorin saw her horse slow and stop, he could make out Kaylea turning in her saddle, her horse pivoting back towards Erebor. She stayed there for a moment, then turned her horse and took off at a near gallop. A few moments later she was gone.

END OF BOOK ONE

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[draculalive]

Mina Harker's Journal.

1 October. -- It is strange to me to be kept in the dark as I am to-day; after Jonathan's full confidence for so many years, to see him manifestly avoid certain matters, and those the most vital of all. This morning I slept late after the fatigues of yesterday, and though Jonathan was late too, he was the earlier. He spoke to me before he went out, never more sweetly or tenderly, but he never mentioned a word of what had happened in the visit to the Count's house. And yet he must have known how terribly anxious I was. Poor dear fellow! I suppose it must have distressed him even more than it did me. They all agreed that it was best that I should not be drawn further into this awful work, and I acquiesced. But to think that he keeps anything from me! And now I am crying like a silly fool, when I know it comes from my husband's great love and from the good, good wishes of those other strong men.

That has done me good. Well, some day Jonathan will tell me all; and lest it should ever be that he should think for a moment that I kept anything from him, I still keep my journal as usual. Then if he has feared of my trust I shall show it to him, with every thought of my heart put down for his dear eyes to read. I feel strangely sad and low-spirited to-day. I suppose it is the reaction from the terrible excitement.

Last night I went to bed when the men had gone, simply because they told me to. I didn't feel sleepy, and I did feel full of devouring anxiety. I kept thinking over everything that has been ever since Jonathan came to see me in London, and it all seems like a horrible tragedy, with fate pressing on relentlessly to some destined end. Everything that one does seems, no matter how right it may be, to bring on the very thing which is most to be deplored. If I hadn't gone to Whitby, perhaps poor dear Lucy would be with us now. She hadn't taken to visiting the churchyard till I came, and if she hadn't come there in the day-time with me she wouldn't have walked there in her sleep; and if she hadn't gone there at night and asleep, that monster couldn't have destroyed her as he did. Oh, why did I ever go to Whitby? There now, crying again! I wonder what has come over me to-day. I must hide it from Jonathan, for if he knew that I had been crying twice in one morning -- I, who never cried on my own account, and whom he has never caused to shed a tear -- the dear fellow would fret his heart out. I shall put a bold face on, and if I do feel weepy, he shall never see it. I suppose it is one of the lessons that we poor women have to learn...

I can't quite remember how I fell asleep last night. I remember hearing the sudden barking of the dogs and a lot of queer sounds, like praying on a very tumultuous scale, from Mr. Renfield's room, which is somewhere under this. And then there was silence over everything, silence so profound that it startled me, and I got up and looked out of the window. All was dark and silent, the black shadows thrown by the moonlight seeming full of a silent mystery of their own. Not a thing seemed to be stirring, but all to be grim and fixed as death or fate; so that a thin streak of white mist, that crept with almost imperceptible slowness across the grass towards the house, seemed to have a sentience and a vitality of its own. I think that the digression of my thoughts must have done me good, for when I got back to bed I found a lethargy creeping over me. I lay a while, but could not quite sleep, so I got out and looked out of the window again. The mist was spreading, and was now close up to the house, so that I could see it lying thick against the wall, as though it were stealing up to the windows. The poor man was more loud than ever, and though I could not distinguish a word he said, I could in some way recognise in his tones some passionate entreaty on his part. Then there was the sound of a struggle, and I knew that the attendants were dealing with him. I was so frightened that I crept into bed, and pulled the clothes over my head, putting my fingers in my ears. I was not then a bit sleepy, at least so I thought; but I must have fallen asleep, for, except dreams, I do not remember anything until the morning, when Jonathan woke me. I think that it took me an effort and a little time to realise where I was, and that it was Jonathan who was bending over me. My dream was very peculiar, and was almost typical of the way that waking thoughts become merged in, or continued in, dreams.

I thought that I was asleep, and waiting for Jonathan to come back. I was very anxious about him, and I was powerless to act; my feet, and my hands, and my brain were weighted, so that nothing could proceed at the usual pace. And so I slept uneasily and thought. Then it began to dawn upon me that the air was heavy, and dank, and cold. I put back the clothes from my face, and found, to my surprise, that all was dim around. The gaslight which I had left lit for Jonathan, but turned down, came only like a tiny red spark through the fog, which had evidently grown thicker and poured into the room. Then it occurred to me that I had shut the window before I had come to bed. I would have got out to make certain on the point, but some leaden lethargy seemed to chain my limbs and even my will. I lay still and endured; that was all. I closed my eyes, but could still see through my eyelids. (It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.) The mist grew thicker and thicker and I could see now how it came in, for I could see it like smoke -- or with the white energy of boiling water -- pouring in, not through the window, but through the joinings of the door. It got thicker and thicker, till it seemed as if it became concentrated into a sort of pillar of cloud in the room, through the top of which I could see the light of the gas shining like a red eye. Things began to whirl through my brain just as the cloudy column was now whirling in the room, and through it all came the scriptural words "a pillar of cloud by day and of fire by night." Was it indeed some such spiritual guidance that was coming to me in my sleep? But the pillar was composed of both the day and the night-guiding, for the fire was in the red eye, which at the thought got a new fascination for me; till, as I looked, the fire divided, and seemed to shine on me through the fog like two red eyes, such as Lucy told me of in her momentary mental wandering when, on the cliff, the dying sunlight struck the windows of St. Mary's Church. Suddenly the horror burst upon me that it was thus that Jonathan had seen those awful women growing into reality through the whirling mist in the moonlight, and in my dream I must have fainted, for all became black darkness. The last conscious effort which imagination made was to show me a livid white face bending over me out of the mist. I must be careful of such dreams, for they would unseat one's reason if there were too much of them. I would get Dr. Van Helsing or Dr. Seward to prescribe something for me which would make me sleep, only that I fear to alarm them. Such a dream at the present time would become woven into their fears for me. To-night I shall strive hard to sleep naturally. If I do not, I shall to-morrow night get them to give me a dose of chloral; that cannot hurt me for once, and it will give me a good night's sleep. Last night tired me more than if I had not slept at all.

[monstersdownthepath]

Spiritual Spotlight: Cayden Cailean, the Drunken Hero

Chaotic Good God of Ale, Freedom, and Wine

Domains: Chaos, Charm, Good, Strength, Travel Subdomains: Azata, Competition, Exploration, Ferocity, Love, Lust, Resolve

Inner Sea Gods, pg. 36~43

Obedience: Sing a song in praise of freedom, bravery, and your god’s glory (and good looks). The song must be audible to those nearby—friend or foe. Between stanzas, you must pause to drink from a full mug of ale, wine, or other spirits. When the song is done, drink the remaining alcohol while mentally composing the song you will sing on the morrow. If a creature is attracted by your song, do your best to engage it in conversation about the merits of Cayden Cailean. If hostilities become inevitable, leap boldly into the fight without hesitation. Benefit: Get a +4 sacred bonus to saving throws versus poison effects.

Discussing one of Pathfinder’s more well-known Good Guys has been a long time coming! I just had to get all of the Evil gods out of my system first (which is a lie, there’s still 80+ more pages of Evil to discuss), and what better way to wash them all out than with a pint?

The Drunken Hero’s Obedience prevents you from being subtle about who you’re working for. It MUST be audible to anyone nearby, even party members you want to keep it a secret from, and it MUST be about Cayden Cailean. There’s also the fact you have to start your day with a hearty drink (the mug must be full, and you must finish it), which could prove disadvantageous if you have anywhere to be early in the morning. Alternately, you could drink just before going to bed; I make most of the Obediences sound like they’re something to be done right as the day starts, but that’s only true for casters, who are basically encouraged to do their Obediences at the crack of dawn as they prepare their spells (Obediences can be done alongside preparations, no matter how wild they are). 

A martial character can have a nice tall nightcap and sing everyone to sleep--the song has to be audible, not ‘ear-cracking’--and enjoy their benefit and Boons for 24 hours, waking up with a mild hangover (easily cured) rather than going about the first few hours of their day like a drunken fool. If you ARE a caster, however, I hope you didn’t dump Constitution, because you’ll need it! Especially if a baddie does overhear your singing and come investigating, because Cayden requires you to leap into the fray no matter what.

Benefit is nothing we haven’t seen before. Ironically, since alcohol itself is considered a poison for the purpose of game mechanics, this benefit actually helps keep you from getting too sloshed. I just hope you remember not to drink your strongest stuff in your first mug, because the bonus won’t apply then!

Boons are gathered slowly, typically obtained when a given character has 12, 16, and 20 hit dice. Unlike fiend-worshipers, servants of the Eldest, and devoted of the Empyreal Lords, characters worshiping Good gods do not seem to have catch-all classes (though I could very well have just missed it)… but Good-aligned characters can enter the Evangelist, Sentinel, and Exalted Prestige Classes earlier than Evil characters, classing in as early as level 6 (they need +5 BAB, 5 ranks in a single skill, or the ability to cast lvl 3 spells); entered ASAP, one can gain the Boons at levels 8, 11, and 14.

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EVANGELIST

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Boon 1: Liberation. Liberating Command 3/day, Knock 2/day, or Dispel Magic 1/day.

You all should know by now how useful Dispel Magic can be, even at 1/day. It shatters more or less any magical effect that doesn’t require another specific spell to undo, and can shave buffs off enemies and debuffs off allies in the middle of combat.

So lets look at the other two! Knock, in particular, seems pretty fun. It can open just about any locked object you can think of and can even go so far as to loosen welds, knock nail-studded boards away, and undo bars and chains holding something shut. You use your caster level +10 versus the DC of a locked object, and since your caster level is equal to your HD for spell-like abilities, you can only fail on a 1 when opening simple locks and have a pretty good chance of unhinging more complex locks as well. It takes SERIOUS effort to keep someone with Knock out of a particular door, because most means of shutting someone out count as ‘simple locks’ unless you invest hundreds of gold into it.

Liberating Command is a pretty nice spell, really. You can target any creature in Close range (25ft + 5ft/lvl) to grant them an immediate attempt to escape a grapple, binding, or restraint with an Escape Artist check... Which get get a bonus to equal to twice your caster level (+18, when you first get this Boon, but it only goes up to +20). One thing I missed on my first pass over it was that it was an immediate action, allowing you to use it in response to someone near you getting grappled, or if you yourself get snared.

Liberating Command is a pretty terrible spell to prepare, but it’s an amazing spell-like to just have at 3/day. The number of critters with Grab in the game is worrying, and many scrawnier players more or less become dead weight the moment they’re grappled, so giving them an instant chance to escape with an enormous boost to their attempt can let them wiggle right out of the grip of a troll/octopus/worm monster.

Boon 2: Drinking Buddy. 1/day as a standard action, you can create an illusory duplicate of yourself in an adjacent square next to you. The duplicate moves on your initiative count and has your movement speed. It automatically moves to try and flank enemies you designate, avoiding Attacks of Opportunity using your Acrobatics bonus if needed. Anyone interacting with the double can attempt a Will save (DC 25) to see through it, and anyone who realizes it’s an illusion cannot be flanked with it. It has your AC, but vanishes instantly if it successfully struck. Otherwise, it lasts 1 round per HD you possess.

Ugh. Cayden, what are you doing? What is this? This is just awful!! I mean, if you’re a class with Sneak Attack or someone who’s built to flank others, this is passable, but at 1/day? Instantly vanishing if damaged? Granting a flat Will save to disbelieve (it does not rise as you level)?

I suppose it makes for a decent distraction, if nothing else. Boosting your own AC before sending in the clones works fairly well, possibly drawing numerous enemy attacks in, and the ability does note that the double only vanishes if hit with an attack, meaning AoE won’t clear it out, and many spells which don’t rely on an attack roll simply fail as well. That gives this ability a bit more utility than it otherwise would have.

But it’s a standard action to perform, at 1/day, and you can’t even send the double into a room alone, since it only exists to try and flank enemies and the description doesn’t mention if it’s usable for anything else. For characters who don’t want to be flanking enemies, this ability is essentially useless.

Boon 3: Intoxicating Strike. 1/day, you may declare one of your attacks to be an Intoxicating Strike. You must declare this before the attack rolls is made. If the attack is successful and deals damage, the victim becomes supernaturally soused for 1 round per HD you possess; a soused creature takes a -4 penalty to AC, attack rolls, and skill checks, and their movement speeds are all reduced by 10ft.

Honestly, this one is kind of pathetic as well. You all probably know that I don’t like 1/day things negated by a successful save unless they change the course of a battle, and this is one of those things and it sets my teeth on edge. I do, however, admit that the fact you can use it on ranged attacks gives this a bit more reach than it otherwise would. A -4 penalty to attacks and skill checks usually won’t matter at such a high level, though there’s always the cases where they turn a certain blow into a near miss, so I won’t talk down too hard on this. A -4 to AC, however? Now THAT’S something special! Especially since there’s a good chance it’ll last the entirety of the fight!

This intoxication, by the way, is entirely supernatural in its intensity. It affects ALL creatures, even ones that can’t get drunk, such as Constructs, Undead, and most Outsiders. And it’s not technically a Save-or-Suck since there’s no save! All you have to do is get past someone’s AC! Which, eehhhhhh, can be just as iffy as firing it at their saves... Unless you’re using a firearm, of course, which hits touch AC from certain ranges.

All in all, Evangelists of Cayden don’t really win this round.

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EXALTED

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Boon 1: Libations. Gain Bless Water 3/day, Delay Poison 2/day, or Create Food And Water 1/day.

And Exalted is already off to a bad start, too! Yeesh! Holy Water stops being useful roughly around level 3 except as components for beefier Divine spells and certain rituals, and Delay Poison is a niche pick rendered useless by the fact Neutralize Poison exists and is within a level 9 party’s reach.

That being said, because spell-likes don’t require components, you don’t need the ridiculous five pounds of silver to transmute a singular pint of water into Holy Water via Bless Water. Holy Water doesn’t fade from day to day, either, so you can just slowly rack up an entire lakes-worth of the stuff over time to dunk Undead and Evil Outsiders in, or sell it by the bottle to churches or other adventuring parties for a tidy profit.

I would still just take Create Food And Water and never have to worry about rations or using resources to bribe hungry enemies again, though. Hell, at level 9, CFAW creates so much stuff that you could reasonably carry it to the next day and just alternate between CFAW and Bless Water (you can even bless the water you create!!!!) to keep everyone fed and armed. You won’t make much money by selling the excess food, but feeding the hungry without expecting profit is something a goody-good person like you should be doing anyway. Just uh, make sure at least one person on your team knows Prestidigitation, because I can speak from experience that a party will quickly grow tired of CFAW’s bland food.

Boon 2: Freedom’s Ally. 1/day as a standard action, you can call a pair of Bralani Azatas to your side. You have telepathy out to 100ft when communicating with them, and they serve you perfectly for 1 minute per HD you possess. They will not fulfill any orders which would cause them to commit evil acts or restrict the freedom of another purely for the sake of law, and asking them to do so may draw their ire. They may attack if your commands are especially vile.

Oops, nevermind, Exalted is Good, Actually. Bralani Azata are CR 6 creatures from the realm of Elysium armed with +1 scimitars and +1 composite longbows that they get two attacks with each round, and have such interesting spell-likes as Mirror Image, Wind Wall, and Charm Person at will, as well as Lightning Bolt and Cure Serious Wounds 2/day each. Against an army of foes, the Bralani can assume Wind Form to grant themselves an enormous 100ft fly speed and the power to deal 3d6 bludgeoning damage in a 20ft line with their Whirlwind Blast ability.

VERY powerful critters to have on your side, even if you’re twice their level! The defensive options they have via Mirror Image and Wind Wall alone make them tenacious even against enemies of higher CR, and their Wind Form turns them from gorgeous humanoids into nondescript clouds of fog, letting them run stealth missions if needed... Or use their massive movespeed to deliver curative spells to far-off allies.

I’m not sure how far away they’re summoned, since this ability doesn’t use any preexisting Summon Monster spell and doesn’t say where they pop up. I assume they appear adjacent to you, which limits the shenanigans you can pull with them, but not enough that I’d consider it worth worrying about.

Boon 3: Wine to Water. As a full-round action, you may transform a single serving of an alcoholic beverage into either potent Holy Water or a potion of Cure Serious Wounds. The potion option cures 3d8 HP, +1 HP per HD you possess (max +15). The Holy Water you create deals 4d4 damage to the Undead or to Evil Outsiders, and 2d4 to such creatures within 5ft of the initial target. Both the potion and water last for an hour. You can use this ability a number of times per day equal to your Charisma modifier (min 1).

Ohoho now this is something special... Provided you have a Charisma modifier of 3 or more, because at 1 or 2 a day? This ability’s kinda pitiful. The maximum healing it can do is 39, which is GOOD, but you’re likely never going to roll maximum healing.

Yes, the emergency healing is nice. You can turn even common 1-copper swill into an emergency healing potion, and “a serving” can be as small as a shot glass (which potions are traditionally served in), but it’s a full-round action to do, which means you can’t actually use this ability and then hand it to an ally in the same round. They’d have to use some actions on their turn to take it and drink it. After-combat healing is usually the way to go unless desperate, pouring a quick shot into an unconscious ally’s throat to get them back on their feet. If you know combat is coming you can make the potions ahead of time since they last an hour, but know that if the potion ‘expires,’ the ability is wasted. The use is limited, but it helps your healer’s spell slots stretch just a bit further.

4d4 damage to an undead or fiendish enemy is also pretty lackluster at level 15, the earliest you can get this ability. The best trick you can pull with it is to trick such a creature into drinking it, burning them inside and out and likely preventing them from speaking from the searing their throat just took. This ability is even more hilarious than typical Holy Water in that regard; you can instantly detect shapeshifting Evil beasts by spritzing them with a bit of the stuff, but that likely won’t work against more cunning monsters. This ability, though? It makes suggesting a drink for your friend MUCH less suspicious than handing them a vial of water. You’re just pouring them a cold one to enjoy!

It’s like you’re testing your party for The Thing, only instead of them exploding into a tentacle monster and killing everyone in the room, it’s a secret mystery test that’ll expose them while also debilitating them! That’s about the only use it has at high levels, aside from being used as material components for spells that actually matter.

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SENTINEL

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Boon 1: Devastating Duelist. Bless Weapon 3/day, Brow Gasher 2/day, or Greater Magic Weapon 1/day.

By level 9, most people in the party should have magic weapons anyway. Not always, but usually you’ve got enough of a mystic arsenal to make Bless Weapon redundant. The fact it overrides magical enchantments already on a weapon also means that it becomes weaker as you level up and gain access to better equipment, putting it firmly in the Niche of this list.

Greater Magic Weapon is almost always the better choice when choosing to buff a weapon, though I will admit that Bless Weapons’ ability to auto-crit against Evil creatures is pretty nice. GMW, however, makes any weapon hit harder and hit more easily. The fact it also lasts for 1 hour/level means it’ll likely last your entire adventuring day.

Brow Gasher is also an interesting choice. It forces you to use a slashing weapon (which you already likely do, if you’re a Sentinel of Cayden) but heavily rewards you for doing so; discharging the spell as part of a successful attack slashes the poor fool across the forehead, bleeding them for half your caster level (4 damage a round, which rises as you level) and potentially blinding them if they can’t get it cured in time. The list of creatures who are immune to resistant to this ability is long, but it’s certainly worth taking anyway on the occasion you find yourself against targets capable of bleeding.

Boon 2: Light Weapon Master. Whenever you battle with a light bladed weapon, if you have the Weapon Training (Light Weapon) ability, you get a +2 deflection bonus to AC. If you do not have Weapon Training, instead you get a +1 sacred bonus to attack rolls with light bladed weapons.

Here I thought Evangelists were hogging all the bad Boons this time, but it turns out Sentinel is the one who got shot in the leg here.

This ability basically reads “unless you’re a Fighter, get a lame benefit.” Don’t get me wrong, on an actual Fighter (or a Swashbuckler, if your DM is nice enough)? This ability is amazing. +2 extra AC for a character already loaded with AC makes them that much better at tanking, and it’s a DEFLECTION bonus to it even applies to touch attacks!

But if you’re not a Fighter, this ability is basically worthless. I know I’m being a little harsh here, but a Boon should be ABOVE the power level of a feat, not on part with a feat you can take as early as level 1 (Weapon Focus). Even Drinking Buddy is better than this.

Boon 3: Critical Luck. Each time you roll a natural 1 on an attack roll, keep a tally, up to a maximum of your Charisma modifier. Whenever you threaten a critical hit with an attack roll, you can ‘trade’ one of your tallies to automatically confirm the critical hit. Your tally empties out every 24 hours.

If you roll enough natural 1s to make this ability useful, you’re likely either dead or dead weight. Seriously, you may need to exorcise your dice if you roll three or more 1s in a single day of combat. I think the first thing that would need to go is the Charisma mod limitation, followed by the fact it empties out every 24 hours. Unless you have a weapon with a high critical range, you might not even get to use this ability at all, let alone in the same combat.

I know a lot of abilities rely on luck, but this is one of the only Boons I’ve seen that specifically relies on YOU, personally, having absolutely terrible luck, followed by absolutely fantastic luck. It’s just... not good. I would go as far as saying that this ability could realistically be a simple feat anyone could take, and not even one locked behind particularly terrible prerequisites.

Exalted of Cayden win this round by a long shot.

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[ukdamo]

A Manchester Poem

George Macdonald

'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad. The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on fold The chimneyed city; and the smoke is caught, And spreads diluted in the cloud, and sinks, A black precipitate, on miry streets. And faces grey glide through the darkened fog. Slave engines utter again their ugly growl, And soon the iron bands and blocks of stone That prison them to their task, will strain and quiver Until the city tremble. The clamour of bells, Importunate, keeps calling pale-faced forms To gather and feed those Samsons' groaning strength With labour; and among the many come A man and woman - the woman with her gown Drawn over her head, the man with bended neck Submissive to the rain. Amid the jar, And clash, and shudder of the awful force, They enter and part - each to a different task, But each a soul of knowledge to brute force, Working a will through the organized whole Of cranks and belts and levers, pinions and screws Wherewith small man has eked his body out, And made himself a mighty, weary giant. In labour close they pass the murky day, 'Mid floating dust of swift-revolving wheels, And filmy spoil of quick contorted threads, Which weave a sultry chaos all about; Until, at length, old darkness, swelling slow Up from the caves of night to make an end, Chokes in its tide the clanking of the looms, The monster-engines, and the flying gear. 'Tis Earth that draws her curtains, and calls home Her little ones, and sets her down to nurse Her tired children - like a mother-ghost With her neglected darlings in the dark. So out they walk, with sense of glad release, And home - to a dreary place! Unfinished walls, Earth-heaps, and broken bricks, and muddy pools Lie round it like a rampart against the spring, The summer, and all sieges of the year. But, Lo, the dark has opened an eye of fire! The room reveals a temple, witnessed by signs Seen in the ancient place! Lo, here is light, Yea, burning fire, with darkness on its skirts; Pure water, ready to baptize; and bread; And in the twilight edges of the light, A book; and, for the cunning-woven veil, Their faces - hiding God's own holiest place! Even their bed figures the would-be grave Where One arose triumphant, slept no more! So at their altar-table they sit down To eat their Eucharist; for, to the heart That reads the live will in the dead command, He is the bread, yea, all of every meal. But as, in weary rest, they silent sit, They gradually grow aware of light That overcomes their lamp, and, through the blind, Casts from the window-frame two shadow-glooms That make a cross of darkness on the white. The woman rises, eagerly looks out: Lo, some fair wind has mown the earth-sprung fog, And, far aloft, the white exultant moon, From her blue window, curtained all with white, Looks greeting them - God's creatures they and she! Smiling she turns; he understands the smile: To-morrow will be fair - as holy, fair! And lying down, in sleep they die till morn, While through their night throb low aurora-gleams Of resurrection and the coming dawn. They wake: 'tis Sunday. Still the moon is there, But thin and ghostly-clothed upon with light, As if, while they were sleeping, she had died. They dress themselves, like priests, in clean attire, And, through their lowly door, enter God's room. The sun is up, the emblem on his shield. One side the street, the windows all are moons To light the other side that lies in shade. See, down the sun-side, an old woman come In a red cloak that makes the whole street glad! A long-belated autumn-flower she seems, Dazed by the rushing of the new-born life Up hidden stairs to see the calling sun, But in her cloak and smile they know the spring, And haste to meet her through slow dissolving streets Widening to larger glimmers of growing green. Oh, far away the streets repel the spring! Yet every stone in the dull pavement shares The life that thrills anew the outworn earth, A right Bethesda angel - for all, not some! A street unfinished leads them forth at length Where green fields bask, and hedgerow trees, apart, Stand waiting in the air as for some good, And the sky is broad and blue - and there is all! No peaceful river meditates along The weary flat to the less level sea! No forest brown, on pillared stems, its boughs Meeting in gothic arches, bears aloft A groined vault, fretted with tremulous leaves! No mountains lift their snows, and send their brooks Down babbling with the news of silent things! But love itself is commonest of all, And loveliest of all, in all the worlds! And he that hath not forest, brook, or hill, Must learn to read aright what commoner books Unfold before him. If ocean solitudes - Then darkness dashed with glory, infinite shades, And misty minglings of the sea and sky. If only fields - the humble man of heart Will revel in the grass beneath his foot, And from the lea lift his glad eye to heaven, God's palette, where his careless painter-hand Sweeps comet-clouds that net the gazing soul; Streaks endless stairs, and blots half-sculptured blocks; Curves filmy pallors; heaps huge mountain-crags; Nor touches where it leaves not beauty's mark. To them the sun and air are feast enough, As through field-paths and lanes they slowly walk; But sometimes, on the far horizon dim A veil is lifted, and they spy the hills, Cloudlike and faint, yet sharp against the sky; Then wakes an unknown want, which asks and looks As for some thing forgot - loved long ago, But on the hither verge of childhood dropt: 'Tis but home-sickness roused in the soul by Spring! Fresh birth and eager growth, reviving life, Which is because it would be, fill the world;

The very light is new-born with the grass; The stones themselves are warm; the brown earth swells, Filled, sponge-like, with dark beams, which nestle close And brood unseen and shy, and potent warm In every little corner, nest, and crack Where buried lurks a blind and sleepy seed Waiting the touch of the finger of the sun. The mossy stems and boughs, where yet no life Oozes exuberant in brown and green, Are clad in golden splendours, crossed and lined With shuttle-shadows weaving lovely change. Through the tree-tops the west wind rushing goes, Calling and rousing the dull sap within: The fine jar down the stem sinks tremulous, From airy root thrilling to earthy branch. And though as yet no buddy baby dots Sparkle the darkness of the hedgerow twigs, The smoke-dried bark appears to spread and swell In the soft nurture of the warm light-bath. The sun had left behind him the keystone Of his low arch half-way when they turned home, Filled with pure air, and light, and operant spring: Back, like the bees, they went to their dark house To store their innocent spoil in honeyed thought. But on their way, crossing a field, they chanced Upon a spot where once had been a home, And roots of walls still peered out, grown with moss. 'Twas a dead cottage, mouldered quite, where yet Lay the old shadow of a vanished care; The little garden's blunt, half-blotted map Was yet discernible by thinner grass Upon the walks. There, in the midst of dry Bushes, dead flowers, rampant, uncomely weeds, A single snowdrop drooped its snowy drop, The lonely remnant of a family That in the garden dwelt about the home - Reviving with the spring when home was gone: They see; its spiritual counterpart Wakes up and blossoms white in their meek souls - A longing, patient, waiting hopefulness, The snowdrop of the heart; a heavenly child, That, pale with the earthly cold, hangs its fair head As it had nought to say 'gainst any world; While they in whom it dwells, nor knows itself, Inherit in their meekness all the worlds. I love thee, flower, as a slow lingerer Upon the verge of my humanity. Lo, on thine inner leaves and in thy heart The loveliest green, acknowledging the grass - White-minded memory of lowly friends! But almost more I love thee for the earth Which clings to thy transfigured radiancy, Uplifted with thee from thine abandoned grave; Say rather the soiling of thy garments pure Upon thy road into the light and air, The heaven of thy new birth. Some gentle rain Will one day wash thee white, and send the earth Back to the earth; but, sweet friend, while it clings, I love the cognizance of our family. With careful hands uprooting it, they bore The little plant a willing captive home - Fearless of dark abode, because secure In its own tale of light. As once of old The angel of the annunciation shone, Bearing all heaven into a common house, It brings in with it field and sky and air. A pot of mould its one poor tie to earth, Its heaven an ell of blue 'twixt chimney-tops, Its world the priests of that small temple-room, It takes its prophet-place with fire and book, Type of primeval spring, whose mighty arc Hath not yet drawn the summer up the sky. At night, when the dark shadow of the cross Will enter, clothed in moonlight, still and wan Like a pale mourner at its foot the flower Will, drooping, wait the dawn. Then the dark bird Which holds breast-caged the secret of the sun, And therefore hangs himself a prisoner caged, Will break into its song-Lo, God is light! Weary and hopeful, to their sleep they go; And all night long the snowdrop glimmers white Thinning the dark, unknowing it, and unseen. Out of my verse I woke, and saw my room, My precious books, the cherub-forms above, And rose, and walked abroad, and sought the woods; And roving odours met me on my way. I entered Nature's church, a shimmering vault Of boughs, and clouded leaves - filmy and pale Betwixt me and the sun, while at my feet Their shadows, dark and seeming solid, lay Like tombstones o'er the vanished flowers of Spring. The place was silent, save for the broken song Of some Memnonian, glory-stricken bird That burst into a carol and was still; It was not lonely: golden beetles crept, Green goblins, in the roots; and squirrel things Ran, wild as cherubs, through the tracery; And here and yonder a flaky butterfly Was doubting in the air, scarlet and blue. But 'twixt my heart and summer's perfect grace, Drove a dividing wedge, and far away It seemed, like voice heard loud yet far away By one who, waking half, soon sleeps outright:- Where was the snowdrop? where the flower of hope? In me the spring was throbbing; round me lay Resting fulfilled, the odour-breathing summer! My heart heaved swelling like a prisoned bud, And summer crushed it with its weight of light! Winter is full of stings and sharp reproofs, Healthsome, not hurtful, but yet hurting sore; Summer is too complete for growing hearts - Too idle its noons, its morns too triumphing, Too full of slumberous dreams its dusky eves; Autumn is full of ripeness and the grave; We need a broken season, where the cloud Is ruffled into glory, and the dark Falls rainful o'er the sunset; need a world Whose shadows ever point away from it; A scheme of cones abrupt, and flattened spheres, And circles cut, and perfect laws the while That marvellous imperfection ever points To higher perfectness than heart can think; Therefore to us, a flower of harassed Spring, Crocus, or primrose, or anemone, Is lovely as was never rosiest rose; A heath-bell on a waste, lonely and dry, Says more than lily, stately in breathing white; A window through a vaulted roof of rain Lets in a light that comes from farther away, And, sinking deeper, spreads a finer joy Than cloudless noon-tide splendorous o'er the world: Man seeks a better home than Paradise; Therefore high hope is more than deepest joy, A disappointment better than a feast, And the first daisy on a wind-swept lea Dearer than Eden-groves with rivers four.

[nanaswhispers]

Wandering Souls

Day 1 KLAROLINEAUWEEK : Fusions & Crossovers

OUTLANDER AU.

K&c don’t interact with Claire and Jamie. They’re also not really Claire and Jamie, but there are some similitudes with a strong Klaroline twist. Also, Randalls became Lockwoods. Not really Outlander canon either, just Outlander Universe.

Angst. Violence. Language. 

Although it was originally intended as a one-shot, and I ended it in a way so that it can still be read as that, I’m feeling inspired, and like it needs a continuation, so, if you like it, stay tuned for a second part! After Klarolineauweek ends most probably.

PART 2 - PART 3

Enjoy !

 « Eerie, isn’t it ? » a distinctly male voice abruptly brought her out of her contemplation.

Caroline threw a quick glance towards the man walking up to her, then looked back down, from her perch on the balcony, at the dancing, joyous pairs moving through the castle’s Great Room, the fires in the various hearths scattered in all the corners of the space to combat the wet cold winter seemingly never ending here in the Highlands, the unfamiliar smells of food and beverages that wouldn’t even be remembered centuries from now, the swirls of the tent-like skirts women were forced to wear below the excruciating tightness of their corsets, and the swirls of the kilts around the men’s knees proudly displaying the loyalty to their clan, their allegiance to their Laird.

And, she supposed, it really was eerie. Although, she guessed the man now standing next to her didn’t find it so for the same reasons she did. At least not from her perspective as a 26 years old woman from the 21st century that suddenly traveled through time and landed in the 18th century, right in the middle of Scotland.

So, she only nodded, not willing to show or say to much.

Even if she hadn't quickly glanced back when he interrupted her musings, his voice would have betrayed his identity immediately. Such a raspy, smooth, velvet was recognizable amongst thousands, but, it was his accent, so different from everyone else’s around here that truly differentiated him from the other people in Castle Leoch.

She had heard he was a traveler, and had been a warrior for some Lord in another land some time ago, his prowess with a sword was rumored to be extraordinary. (Clearly, only nice terms to say sell-sword, she scoffed, internally.)

She supposed he had his reasons as to why he divulged no details about his past. (She couldn't really hold that against him since she hadn't really been that forthcoming herself…)

Perhaps he had done things that would take away the good grace the Mackenzies had towards him?

Maybe it was shame that ate him up from the inside? (Although Klaus didn't strike her as one that would care about such unprofitable and unusable emotions…)

Or, most probably, his past was too painful, still too raw to share… she understood that.

Those were different times, where people didn’t always have the luxury of circumstances or even the rights to choose a path for themselves. Sometimes, to survive, one must do things they didn’t like. Things they wished to never remember again.

Objectively, she had known in a vague sort of way, that all those were indisputable facts. That free will and freedom were what dreams were made off. However she had never truly comprehended it, grasped the whole spectrum of that fact, understood how it affected people to be choice-less, powerless, voice-less, not until mere months ago. Now, she did. Unfortunately.

Caroline looked back at him again. Observed him standing quite rigidly, especially compared to his usual falsely laid-back attitude. Watched as he took notice of every nook, cranny, and corner present in the Great Room, never letting down his guard. His already paranoid streak seemingly accrued by the tension right before the battle that will take place only hours from now.

When she met him initially, his aura of violence and aloofness perturbed her. Frustrated her. Unbalanced her. She wasn't equipped to deal with men who dealt everyday with violence and non-ending wars, as real individuals, with their own set of traumas and real experiences. People who lived through the consequences of spilled blood. They were just a story, something passed almost as anecdotes when political machinations and tales of bloody battlefields were taught in class as more important than the measly life of a no-name Scot, until they stood in front of her, threatening her, thinking she was a spy for the English that persecuted them.

Now, with hindsight and experience on her mind, she guessed his attitude had its benefits. Even though he was capable of angering her like no one before in her life (both time frames included), he was also the one that protected her like nobody ever did before, even at his own expense.

She would remember until her last breaths those wretched moments when he took a hit, or a bullet in her stead. When he defended her honor by sullying his. When he sacrificed his comfort so that she could feel better. And he did it without ever bragging, which was actually quite surprising and commendable for someone with such a propensity for teasing and showing off.

Klaus had sometimes been such an antagonistic bastard during her three months in this time that she in some stances (after an arduous battle with herself) could force her mind to forget how handsome and charming he was. Yet, here, standing next to her, with an indescribable expression stretched on his fair and strong features, her breath was taken away.

The warmth exuding from his arm to hers was much more effective than the fires in chasing away the chill from her bones, she noted absently.

This time, when his voice interrupted her from her musings, about how hot he was, she was grateful. She couldn’t allow herself to fantasize about men she didn’t plan on seeing for much longer. She had to get back to Tyler. Her, maybe not as sweet nor devoted as she would like, husband of two years, waiting for her, generations away. So she only focused on his words and not on the divine mouth uttering them.

“I find it quite eerie to see such joy on their faces. They know that the dawn will bring nothing good, that most of them could be dead come sundown. They know that Lockwood and his brutish British goons are better funded, better equipped, and have higher numbers. And yet, here are those Highlanders, dancing, laughing, drinking and fucking… Is that the most stupid or most intelligent thing on this world, I wonder?”

She pondered his question a few moments. Never truly finding a concrete answer but still giving away her piece of mind.

“I don’t really know, to be perfectly honest with you… It is stupid. They are drinking themselves to a stupor they won’t really exit out of even on the battlefield; they are using all the energy they could save for the fight by fucking women they wouldn’t even acknowledge any other day; they are burning up every resource they have that could feed their people in the coming months…”

(She hushed the words “if survival is theirs” for both their sakes.)

“And yet, there is something undeniably awe-inspiring and truly…beautiful, seeing them like this, focusing only on the present time, not worrying about the events of the morrow, enjoying everything about living at least one last night… One can only envy such lust for life.”

Klaus looked at her in silence, contemplating her (and her words), a small smile etched on his sinful lips, as if he was amused by the rhetoric of her answer, or as if he was pleased she shared her mind so openly with him after weeks of avoiding real conversations with him, instead giving back only defensive, short and concise words.

They stood side to side, in silence for a long while, pondering the events to come, the forced joy and drunkenness being displayed in front of their eyes, as if a scene from a historical action movie. Appreciating each other's warmth, knowing fully well it may be the last time they ever could. Quietly, secretly, throwing quick glances that when caught would case an embarrassed smile to bloom on their otherwise stony faces.

As per usual, it was Klaus that breached through the wall of silence between them.

“I, am no Scot, my fair lady, and I do not plan on giving away the fight before it has even begun. I intend to broaden significantly my list of slain English bastards. Therefore, I must bid you a good night and take leave to retire to my own chambers. (Where you are always welcome if you so wish)”

He smirked a little, by habit, but the usual heat and innuendo were not present this time.

“As my people say Wake early if you want another man’s life or land. No lamb for the lazy wolf. No battles won in bed… If I come back from the battlefield tomorrow, it will be my pleasure to see those beautiful eyes again my lady Caroline. If not, it was my greatest pleasure to have gazed upon such beauty. May your journey be easy and prosperous.”

Watching his form slowly inserting itself into the crowd made of rowdy highlanders, Caroline hoped with everything she had in her that those parting words would be useless and that his famed prowess with a sword was as true as it was told to be.

Caroline went to bed shortly after. But sleep wasn’t destined for her.

His parting words resonated in her. Ringed something distant in her mind. A memory she couldn't quite grasp, of a knowledge she felt even into her bones was important. Something that would help her unravel the mystery that was Klaus.

Well, the saying of “his people” did that. The others, the last, more personal ones, she didn't want to think about. (She failed. It may or may not have provoked tingling, fire and constricting of the heart. Caroline wouldn't even admit it under duress.)

She had spent the entire night fretting over all the possibilities the morrow would bring. Contemplated each person’s probability to die on that clearing. Admonished herself for even wishing that some would make it back.

She knew the Scots would lose. She knew it was the beginning of the end for the Highland culture and way of life. She knew that in the times to come, even speaking one’s mother tongue could get yours to be separated from the rest of your mouth. She knew it was the landmark for oppression.

She had gone to fucking Scotland, visited and observed every ruin, studied every book and stood upon Craigh Na Dun, because her entire career as an anthropologist would depend on how she started it, would depend on her thesis about the history and culture of these lands. The way people had lived and developed in a region not known for its welcoming nature.

And yet, she still hoped against hope.

So, she mourned for all the lives that would be lost. She cried for all the lives that wouldn’t be, but will live under torture and agony. She wept for all the women left behind waiting for any news that their loved ones survived, for the children that will become orphans in the coming hours.

Just before dawn and its daunting sun rays came, she heard the stirring of horses led to the gates of the castle. The bustle of men hurrying for armors, swords, food.

Caroline stood up, engulfed herself into her giant woolen shawl looking for every scrap of warmth and comfort she could find, and went hesitatingly to the small window in her room. Watched the heaviness slowly etch itself into each pair of shoulders. Observed them trying to joke and laugh as they usually would no matter the context, but without their hearts in it. As if they knew, that this time it would be something else entirely.

Her eyes strayed by themselves on the imposing figure Klaus presented, standing stoically against the archway, waiting for the signal to go. She felt his eyes rest on her too, and without thinking, her hand rose, and he nodded instead.

She watched, paradoxically unaware and simultaneously much too cognizant of the time trickling by. The final moments coming too fast, but the preparations for it endless.

“May we meet again” she whispered, almost unknowingly, as she watched them leave.

Seconds, minutes hours meshed together, passed away without anyone noticing. Time stretched itself into a continuous agony of not knowing. The haze of waiting seemed unending.

And yet, when the main door of the castle caved under the might of His Majesty's troops, every child, woman, elder that had been huddled together in the Great Room as they waited, jumped as if broken out of a short nap.

Screams and wails, of despair and realization that they had lost, breaking into a symphony of pain and misery.

Their people were doomed. Their families broken. Their loved ones most probably lying amidst bowels, mud and piss, their blood fertilizing the soil they had fought for until their last breaths.

Surrounded by the cacophony of cries, grunts and orders to knee in front of His Majesty's power, Caroline stood rigid, devoid of any expression, numb.

Some would perhaps say she didn't feel affected by the outcome of the battle, that these weren't her people, that she had only been an unsolicited guest in this time and in this clan. Others would simply rationalize that her forehand knowledge of the loss had prepared her sufficiently to not break in front of the menacing soldiers.

However, Caroline knew that neither of these options were right.

She wasn't catatonic, but her mind had stopped. The blow of the truth too hard, to powerful to digest immediately. She would do what she did best in situations where everyone succumbed. She would hold the ship and bear stoically every hit, up until the moment when she would relax and everything would just engulf her. It was okay, she would handle it when the time comes, as she always did.

For now, she had to be strong.

Especially since the man bearing the same name and features her husband had centuries from now, sauntered proud as a peacock in the Great Room. Laughing at the misery etched onto the faces of every Scot present. Enjoying the defeat creeping into their eyes. Thrilled to see the proud people that defied him at every turn kneel weakly in front of his power.

Caroline would not kneel. So he sent two of his apes at her.

One soldier of his Majesty dead, lying in a pool of his own blood at her feet, the other holding his side while grabbing her hair at the same time, holding her in place, she watched as Theodore Lockwood, her husband’s ancestor, and doppelganger, the King's most infamous Lieutenant, walked proudly towards her.

She glowered at the man that tried to rape her, that tortured her, that gave her the status of criminal.

He came to her, as closely as possible, smirked as he towered over her now that she was kneeling against her will at his feet, and replaced the hand in her hair with his own mighty grip.

Her attention went for a small moment to the man standing behind her, and the knife she had used to kill his compatriot moments away that he now pushed relentlessly against her spine. Dumb rookie mistake Caroline.

Suddenly, she felt her head move under the force of his pull, her hair being torn out of her scalp. She felt him rubbing his groin on her entire face, particularly her mouth, while holding her still.

While Tyler's main attribute and reason as to why they had tried so hard for so long to make it work, was his anatomy and their incredible alchemy in bed, the mere thought of being in contact with her husband's cock elder twin awoke in her a repulsion she didn't even know she could feel.

And the smells certainly did not help: his putrid penis, the piss he didn't wipe away, and the aromas of death and blood from the field hit her all at once. The repulsion she felt needed a physical outlet. She couldn't stop the gag in her throat, and managed barely to contain the vomit that wanted to get out of her lips.

He laughed at her struggling and as he heard the present people objecting but not nearly loud enough to count as worthy protestation. Still shaken with their grief and pain and helplessness, they couldn't put up a real fight.

He enjoyed seeing mothers shielding the eyes of the young and elders being drawn to tears as they witnessed the glorious spectacle he gave them.

He looked back down at her, obviously thrilled and satisfied with his stage. She felt him get even harder against her lips. Her stomach went up to her throat again.

“If memory serves me well, and trust me, I never forget any slight, you had previously sworn that you would never kneel to, I quote, “a scumbag” like me… Hmm, I wonder what you are doing right now? Not that proud anymore, Miss Forbes, are we?”

She only glared. Her lips remained stubbornly sealed, she would not give him the satisfaction of rising to the bait, nor would she give him the opportunity to shove that gross bulge in her mouth… even if the perspective of biting that particular appendage to blood was thrilling.

His victorious grin changed to a glower as her eyes remained without tears and ever challenging.

“Don't expect your protector to come help save the day as usual either, I saw him lying motionless surrounded by a pile of shit next to another one of your little band of criminals. I must admit, it was quite the pleasuring sight, quite arousing too, pity I had to come here so fast, I would have enjoyed tremendously finally fucking that dirty asshole that deserved much needed punishment, defiling his body and showing that even in death I could make him suffer... Mmmh, quite the waste really. I'm only sorry it wasn't me that ended his miserable worthless life.” he taunted.

Anger shone in her eyes even amidst the pain. Disgust written plainly on her features.

And as she felt herself succumb a little to despair and pain as it hit her in the chest, for reasons she had never truly admitted to her herself until then, she forced herself in a state of unbending steel. One of coldness reining in the darkness growing at the prospect of never seeing Klaus again. She could not afford to lose her composure and resistance right now. Otherwise he would achieve his goal of putting her down.

It angered him, clearly.

She felt him distance his breeches covered cock away from her face, and just as she exhaled, glad to be out of contact with that thing, with the tight grip he had on her hair, he abruptly threw her down to the worn, gray, dirty stone of the ground.

The knife of the unaware soldier lacerated her deeply into her left side. Pain erupted in her body at once. Her blood ran profusely from her forehead where her skull hit the floor with force, forming around her head a halo of red.

Still, even battered and bloody, Caroline refused to let him win. So she grasped every ounce of force present in her and slowly lifted herself up on her hands, then knees, and lastly feet. She pressed a hand on her wound, trying to slow the flow of blood oozing out of her chest.

During the entire, without a doubt long process of her getting to her feet, filled with moans and grunts of pain, he watched as one might study sadistically a weaker animal slowly get devoured by a mightier predator.

In that exact moment, as she saw the gleeful triumph he regarded her with, Caroline swore she would kill him. She promised it to herself.

Whatever she had to do to reach her goal, she would. However much time she had to stay in this timeline in order to rid the world of scum like him, she would spend it, without even a consideration to the man with the same voice, the same face and the same initials as him waiting for her.

She would kill. She would avenge all the people that suffered or died because of him. She would kill him for Klaus, so that his death wouldn't be vain. 

She would end his life just as he ended every possible future she could have had with him, every opportunity that would never happen where she would have finally come to realize how much Klaus meant. She would end him because he ended her.

And he will suffer, that she swore.

[libidomechanica]

Live to the contains high: see now I at a single will

A ballad sequence

               1

I’ll lot. As his Hand, here thou stanza;     or—but where the moments the sense! But thee, and plain the     heavens did speech do like

retreats all obey this smiles, myself     ascribe, untamed, The hath charm that I mean time acquaint     stars be flannels of

reproaching, without the dwellers     his might put one cannot remoue. Nor body oughts foreground high     their Cakes and hey, sweet dim

light visions: issue, and winds in     the banquet, such perditions settlin’ sang with ripe thee,     degeneration that I

tries. Live to the contains high: see     now I at a single will discrepancient Hag of the     strife, that, haue his streightly

doe given that locust be recouers,     that by their lately smiled upon her sailed upon its     forlorn, dying on the

whole dart! The trees brow; before mad,     whose Helmsman on the king to thine an’ then thy which matter.     Some over that we seen:

for who wonderful parson, Peter     Pith, the novels, after that is they’re since alone, settle     in the fields to proceed

from its that mine neer. Stella     is no the Mountain’d, said, the vine, and still splash the sea, love     come, her sonnets, adieu!

               2

Ye them all be. Till side. Sweet years,     sunlike, shall not so keep easter. And he nothing good-morrow’s     Seed-fields;—reflection

of this wings, and in terror still     the mouth to dissolve told, he shining to make me to seek,     and theefe, A thee deny

who made him; such a one in other     gage, and thou were made away as wept, and water part     or vanish, ye Phantoms!

Sweets, when the angry—as not heart     and dost love and gone. Where was seen, he poetry. There a     day your hand dares heart and

pensive or none, both find nough the     mattress—whatever’s skill, far Atlantic case his hands I     cried to no hardly be

Thee enriches back. Fairer Virtue     mere quite, I sing, the other mountaine! They leaping mansions     meet. If, dear! Mine, but

Juan’s no the roses, where trains.     Influence he found except it broken thy glory, this,     foliage, root; lions: issue

following, spearian, if dumb,     who is calling, do in civil list her shall night her from     a fable, so sweet tearest

Steps regulars as head a     parallel, the bath, what I’d like murmur mad; mad in     a visions, beauty past,

the sacred corse lost longer     flowery necks, we wild wo; but luckily, when your lips, and     like missings and desier;

stella, who is mere quilted collies,     or astrophel, sayd she my e’e, to the echoes drowned     her love as the window,

soon; and waked forget more that     everybody over depose. Yet love, where steals shining     me, fed my sour limbs I

forgot: when thee to coarse shining.     Back again the soft stand, wretched this, the circulars in     forget that only knows;

yet not, after ancholy feelings     and magnify, and Honour robe pierce, the basilicas     right reproaching to

think the eye, yet w’are not; I said,     Juan by, glance to pain—with a butcher upon our love been     worse with cold somethings which

she love and moist, and this mould; and     gather heart. For women’s praise thou mayst tapers pasture done     as ever. Hedge-cricket

with clear love locks, and shall deuow’r with     dost ransom me, my flush’d throught, with my woe; before, and he’llsay     nough all this—the doubt.

Her pale smile, with shift my unkind     by: whether night-markes each accustomed visions for my     love. House, but like barred claws

scuttling we will many a king     how much of deliberately steel. Then he care, And one with     us divine. Must blow!

               3

This teeth on his pillow fruit those     unear’d to rise and new built, and to evaporation,     for that were filamentary, where Laura’s heart can labour,     or scorne that have seen, because of heauy cheek: its lines, and     so wit go on living

other, you cannot be so     envious into a sunny atmosphere; but that important     to gain, an imaged Passion, for the game of mi     skirts had two peruse; whereof hellish home away from surround     expressing in never

such he true, making slights and     Give. That streams that whose the blown back. That dawn whereof her eyes,     have sweet a glory, I call ioyes for here were, consolent     deep, ready, I thinking up the centre of heavens high     he company would not

seeing an age—expectant, hear’st     the rings he foes to receive the midnight comfort breathe, wilt     the Cynic on soldiers, fear the lies which, fair were no old     and end by both fields;— reflection,—for than this is the feigning     drift and a mouse, or

wraps mistake? Year of life, so my     heauenly dance on Adeline, but then, and transfixed! Since on     the Stone small away! Give me wed a pernicious ear, was     a comes to meet is not borne the marriage with us do     love him how she began

to all these stanza Henry was     as them the lake, and she the eternal applause, yea world     on justice him, hurl’d her gay remembrace the Mamma Mia’s!     So that’s teaching of pillows a beggar. But your heart of     my grief beside than the

humbles than a Maying. Tea and I     thou that to end: in many a long then it. Each perdition,     or drink, loue and beach. Ponder brevity is the earth,     a carpet, yet worse, we it through inflicted lights infused     thy darts of thy grief is

the dressed, and would game to change eye,     unshorne. The newest, that was. To show for seven the feebled     hangs of another whose lips, there’s no dear I should’ve     see these red-breaking any thing-a snail, a newspaper.     What thee, leaf and whatsoever

I have gone cut but now,     like a weeping for them thrown seller: for this, whose modest     gifts that once the flown but where were serpent only can I     not treach tears,. Contrary, this Urne; sweetly, desolate, and     when thou owest: he should

grief is to shun the nutrimentary,     to have been my head; ere the love entwined to make     in full me so sweeps the sea, that, still waves back and do the     heaven. All ye the full, guest, the with meeker beauties tread,     shes methode bring doubt the

physician the poor flamie-glist’ning     on the fens; for some so? And I live, the scene or still small     grove, the solemn hood. Refuse the said; that Ice strange by and     how long paine. Ah, dread accordinary hair famisht came     home the roses; beside

without soon he level of     heavenly in Beijing bathing live a slight, slips but the bedded     modest with the grass, sound looked pine image would be draw     this too is the land shall a prize pig, ploughman, the pin—they     having each one to woo:

to when your coupled cheare his sigh     thee! Terror thanks of all the ship, and achine enquired     … or independent sea, love here two, advised; but this the     spirit, there, content. The dreams on our doth debt: for which country     gentlement the

Proclamations. They live of shade; that     amazeth; since in black, feigning, dying her flake dry; it     seems that Heart, thy sciograph of Amundeville is brain?     And in arms Shirúeh with yourself between the worlds better     wandering his purpose

necessary twined gloves, if he     wine of the Wolf, not desire spect where beside the World,     and to speaking; ye the chaste. The lake’s braine; loue gaze at first     I underness. But we’ve seen, because a vapour; as if     the baskets. Eternal

creature like a second can shooting,     sense them all—arms already, know what we sufference     keeping kind blind in surprise answer’d a nerves, thrilliant before:     so though but countlesse now past, while of buried to shook,     as erst: sad disappointment,

that good New Yorker and this     clank’d with her from life- enkindled strife: he while Scout, thy Neck     beneath, which on thine to their society: in vacant     of poppies, vegetable from fair maid. Being market,     continuous as not heart.

               4

I do appeach by pleasure I?     Frames some neere, couch’d to such poor. Tis time and under. Crossed through     to lived on two count of an architect. She count it maling     to the chamber. And justice to wooings, he men to adore.     Perhaps its her, and

his shade thy performan short-lived     preparation,—for thighs, the sand dry, one in her great in     such the moment deem Pope a genital fleshed into soul     had late the lectured he: a rich it seen the evaporate.     I though his pull heaven,

in the type of which made; and     bow’d downe himself above me—wilt prove, whose sweet: and garment     once upon the would not Number ever I will be a     tulip, while Scout the Veil from the World appeare: nay! To     But her heard from a thee.

               5

But in the precisions them throught     in fill’d and through narrow bound, a Mirror sticks, we are and     stitched makes are they seen two.

               6

That rubs its back thee, vnto Dian:     ray fades, and my hope and there, to have far the gather. Those     whose the room. ’ The dumb on

him, hurl’d heard then shifted eye; his     make thy loved to show no real; so whereon,—but be bold ear.     Amongst our dear lover’d

upon a patient to bright of     all it browse, we are bedded hopeless shadow across-quested     with a bluff their breast,

who had bound in question made me     am cursed here; and by wealth the Hand of being atoms     of bed? To youth, mine friar

of all those whole of blame was     most stated in this seen: for what she harper’s day, and his     army of his pide weedes

shop is freshness and to lastly,     the faith, thy own away, did fairest at all I tell     you that fen vicarage,

all be there while your pillows twitching;     even in the silence deadly the Lamb, and course the     find grieve. He same, I careless

always too hot touch too well     with your blacke becomes with vivifying on his Despair upon     t; in the road. Below

how off—to pleasure, pity     both tolerable, but Fate a system could have all     contemplation, wolves, and modern

wretched it? Were loving, rage     now will not blossoms blush& pale as luckle on soldiers shalt     Take the caught is the shine

so rich another rummaging     eyes to run afreshness song, an’ gar me retreats Profit.     ’Er the river; most and

keep it: for do liue, the village     of sprinkled and time legend— ’if you might in my heau’nly     ignorance to confound

sudden round us overwhelming     back up an ocean is he hand, now thy streams on this     which, alas, faileth one

as his suppose more careless a     friend of Loue tongues land once, as all each other Body be     does that once more therewith,

thou count—should, if the heavens     said it had a two-part oppress’d a Cry told the doth owe     both owe but sweet bite as

I may carpenterchandise,     reflection rattling a moment presence, this, and I thou     are special company.

               7

On this world’s fade nor complain would     underers never below he digits of my ioy, while     thinner thee to her, my

Philosophic pass, so doth Nature     up. Betraying; till then heart of people’s narration     bow, than more or nature

was won’t known there you rise force there     them my hair faces—a sing, the daffodils; because the     suppose. But beware! Some

to be rude ignorance of his     eyes to the measure rather, the physician have voice     forenoons, exulting red

by matter, city,—a merit     not pointment, now better forth in the other; no win less     as the Cynic on seat

wintry was the spares the Abbey     thermometer by which count it must had been the poor. And     rather tongue in the change

the hidden grain; by time upon     my head collapsed into a beggar and blind a depth of     his vanish, ioying your genial

motive prouder, disturb the     times, that most great words of the game to woo: to write above     a spirits praise to each.

               8

In my bonds deign’s probable you loue, as thou art     a little turn that is six days hearts, in glee, and plates—with lullaby. She binds of the     halcyon Morn to gazed upon thy

sciograph, I must be they cry The Babe is a words     of chalk, not the prowl fang’d, I loue, brake. While then your fashionable famisht cause morning Boy,     proud full-growne my tardy name your sigh

that from the did she what’s thee to awake! Let me     bending on their smiles better now that thou doe gives may takes people on my hair alone.     For hope, in their sweet Tibbie Dunbar?

               9

Horses have from the sweet break its     cost begin to thee calls with lullaby now of the Realm’s     Estate, and create, as

deepers upon Nature, a spleen     offering red by match’d all my day; and the face bare two fish-     woman win. Alas the

breeds Hell—follow staid feele my     eyes, more the window wave along speech by a land, to see     me they see, somethings he

fier, and prepare to prepared; the     transport me like wags to the mother’d by time, fell asleep     with us into find

their proper to me,—he nothing     the back upon the two of hell. Beside Thee report meet,     what amazeth. Thou hast

make thing Scotch Earl of thou then the     find independenture man strong dark eye, Love’s fleck and bird     and leave us rich no

great lamp you or good too tender-     blasted, driven to haue her Heart, when seraglio has grows     that gold; she fabric of

my body would tell in love’s gain,     whose whole day to put thought the People love her roots, bound, in     the goat leaning? Had had

now began to know one can I     say she has flowers, and and drink, loue and she was oft have     farms fit you can sadly?

               10

For Fate so early, silent night.     Never beauty, nor no? Her bloud it. But assail could her     blisse, with unknown they were

some six days watching can now I     will; since more lost they make place, whoever gave sworn. Say, oh!     You are lift and his pray

those signs to lightning. A Maiden     most virgin’s cannot saue, but deserving? Where stop it, drowsy     noons and after noons

and only takes and how it e’er     makes and growing therefore thing is not born, with all and with     thou not vary, to worst,

thy approach’d through I leant now     the sad hour; A deale of singing. Were is he digits of     cheek. Let my headed, a

silent is in thee: thou tossed his     vision strain undrest, for one can hard by a city, to     bid you can should I probably

didn’t tell the danger. Heavenly     air or flake dress’d by matches, and heavens said little     pale, she restrain the present,

or the best sublime to short     years, too, that charme fine-odours so truly, thou’s face she had     been worth, and feet, sad hours

be made Love, your from Porting from     the than to come, and binds a joy of that a wife. He was     been set of all these are

to remember I hates to shock     and the lets than see, since by fame, would lies mute, more, which us     doings, we are stanza

Henry’s goe down from all the     had a two-part of the hollow fruit the faces fell     asleeping, how wondrous send

to bid a mortal tympanum:     his discontext to harken’d its for your genital flesh     and then no more roofs and

come ancient line than the summer’d     no leisure your hand, for man wealth, somethings seeks abroad made     but in this hang a pictured

rusts with skies, and men beams behind,     it’s not touch their mean to make us, and there, so     darkenings upon the

universation, with a few hour     only the smoothe only; what poor. From her elf, she’s sun delights     and trimm’d to meet; then

we sayd she chosen it with     perdition bed at the spirit, seized, spring, and, with great gift,     upon your sire sped

be, die sing, vseth.—Shore rocking eyes     also he crown to the suppose name of second with     And always willing-band.

               11

At which eloquence it is they?     A seething ghast! Desire, till ioyes I should not Though to     prove the void—my life chaste!

So not blush, but a bit only     made the river; cupid got. For sure, with a Double in     another; and waked

to something the most places. And     arts but no faults of solitude, to sometimes essay’d us     one scarce conjure. His

poacher upon the old! When all     live, who is mouth Geoffry’s good, or like a curate; bring this     for rally antique house.

               12

Only debar’d from him to her,     make him, and throughly moue you known that last of their child’s show     a young man, Dear, mysterious,

we are man at night all     he deadly dropping mine, thou reach one this day? While Cupid     so I am you pour

frown, chid he, as if he songsters     spires from the rain, one of low the Sculptor’s Cup here wild and     such a joke, and that o’er

the tended Henry at all her     cold me. Smooth in her heart can do, though sorrow’s no more the     most worse they creeps alone.

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Thoughts worse them closed though and heart the     three, and throw like missive o’er various, but still the world’s     far he is a war no

youthful with and slowly spirit     hovers quite next to see or similar connection, all;     by thy tottrings he found

his chair: thou first enough the last     we thinking. His half-reap’d upon a beggar and warmth of     poppies, or feel I shiver

to me, my hopeless bigger     than high one smart of love and empty space between my dream     doth his judge allows till

he doctors, all to heart in upon     him think it’s there to Loue, brightfull sail could be sayd she     spoken, though true numerous,

the heard a hint of silence;     she still we have, extremely hands repast and all my trouble     Burden of the floor.

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Shall worth will surge of unsifted     eye doth you or good taste, nor blush, but despair upon theirs,     leans false Art what making

our like a brilliant lines a way     to all more Shah beheld but a difference. Bones were, a saint,     whose voice, when once terrible

to marvel most earnes, take     eye-water window, half credulous parent’s ideal, are     will your hand all mountie, sweet

soul, that’s combing nigh the hair is     each thou single wintry and mouth, calling of love. With stol’n     good too were not melanchors;

it’s turtles for which in the     Fairy from the presses ghost is mastery, within uncross     message sent paid feet

voice can dare thing then cannot bears     my Nectar drinking; ye than their tongue aspires of     Adeline such more, but in

the barren waves clasp from the horrid     trembling, endless, whose rest. Let you should be a think in     the flits of verity.

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Yours by cause same was under the     past. Now God coughed, I lose not exactly in the invitation     the little Robin,

their sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Our     hail her how much beneath becomes are Nature apt enough.     And, as reduce me thou

go wi’ me, sweet a Parke who confused,     as he level of ivory storm’s show false—though it was     a greet: but be grot, which.

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Her top, the chose, when deepest roam     o’er the Gothic of stone, is love. Unload all the best attempts     my Nectar drink; he

flowers, their tone but I thenceforth     my throught I should says have him in a birth, of loue to lend     with lullaby the click

of you poured rusts with mine of a     soda bottle then death shamefaced lock the full of     cheek. Since haue him pale, lips?

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— Anthea, Her Grace, still reveal!     —An’ O foole, how can reach, as if thee, is cloudes of     beauty, nor in on their hook to their moonlight? Of that weal     dances with cushionable sea; nor be flamie-glist’ning round.     Vernal day; and, as ever

I plane of old, and me, with     a diversation beloved from the supposed with what     is t? Where loved friends of a love, blue. Oft with charms. And the     grass of your wear to comes the old Tyrian vestal flames, how     that we possessing truth.

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Corse of hair from a maching and yet w’are not got.     In each too as Space. Was back to the aisles shade cannot be no more nearer roots, adieu!     But speak to gather, because me,

there is well: and the grave we are limits shell, hang     a pitch of your fingers number flying vext with the come from men I list he was as     if she towers wont to quite necks, and

Pity fell once we are two of heaven, is not     Woe with scarce performer’s death, I say? What of the proclamation. The World forget some     so earth-wanders her head. The people

and nest, whose wholly: most or that in my feet, sad     more thy grand none of Life then, you can no more Foole from all historie. Needs they soon forgot:     where I go; long boy, my farewell!

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Was a girdless thy will something     brest through the sure the show a young rather grammar upwards     somethings as wonted on better brutes wake in my bone,     seen that assault to erase a vapour? When anniversal     epigrams occupations

of faire animals; your     love, not saue, but still with my love him in and kissing to     speake, bend, do young pin, over mine of Loves back upon these     streets warm stars before though thee, Alma Venus badge is only     sight, But though the questions,

expectant, power declined     glad, And he’llsay nough the milk! Let break first lust or vision,     you never I muse, ye my soule, scribble, or else. Continues     from the fade nor often I was in my head sight. And     flower: great place: let my

ioyes fix’d, and fasted, wept Blooming     in tressed to turn thing the heart best on? And all for whose     laughing cold valley of your tear; and the kiss now reign curl     show a mystic Shape did set you never; most guiltless Sally     seen two except it

was a mortal in May. In absence     lay sick eyes glee, and once, to woo: to write above and     pray, thought the hardest. And a shade return before the very     to a because for he’s give of their clamber. Radiant     Sister, thus far he fed;

and the Kings this hair no your fists     on who dare two among their faces, the flits or debauchery,     the baskets. Whether and wonderstand: but, as thou,     sweetes; let my mothers, but a store; vanish, ioylesse, and     gathers, to winds kiss therefore

they beguile thou hast excuse     of gold or dismiss’d: profanely, to worse the nerves were     not blown but it she smart I tractices of the mother     whose what mind. My fare; the garden from the map of love. By     time the lives a Virgin

and asleep; the lighter from than     for a horse; and thithering, list his vanish’d! He for all     to-night’s extinction, fury, from life—I leaning Fund’s     unfashionable find, who running wretched upon her large,     who all where I do stone,

the hustings—some mother organ     voice, with twain, but stones, thou gave a store high; therefore his banner     of ladies gentle has Love is dying. A dimple     problem was to hammer’s sin, not after tyrant glowing     over Juan, eager to

practices dying. And whether     Ben, and gaze, a sad hour of tender-blasted she euen he     learned it have wall, after frown, we are a little is     made his stranglers have eithering To-day, he ’ll beleeue me.     Long as the was to

governight the country was no mourning     house with a feat then, and much goods and be most people,     and mellow, with hair; and the terrace, the lost like barred and     the chace from hall where then do, thou dost both for she usual     burden. As the lawn

besprings he fens; for ane another’s     eyes were by a city— as Juan, when only calm surround     his wrath four all, at a silence. No end: profit he     easters and the guessed to find in a great’s goe a Maying: few     female Babe, and after

now within soul to tell the home,     after, hand happy mother for she same of that the mother’s.     Valleys he, hold their blacke betide with and more then or     the empty. Through a climate: thee strife are were he bring more     with haught much good matches.

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Cut thou gave some smart of love’s hate     bed of though to pass, and let have which featherized the     prison-bars, taught they said

better in her head across the     braves sailed upon the strings he feel the from me, whose by my     gazeth; since coincide

by the kisses, he water-side,     and changing so short-hand prepart. Lions, beauty I through     sorrow’s not asham’d the

love, blue. He smile un-green-gown,     wherein of clouds found to say, all choir theme just lord by     day; my hair; and kiss my

Muse and he not be bold, feel both     reign’d to the sober some hame that dark Farewell! It must me,     hereat the yellow by

his of a trifle—an old some     vivacious fell the portraits five known, over ceased to this     is therefore, ere lose her

kiss, but it may nough my nights, myselfe     convulsion her side- faced like a cloudest to peruse;     when the gold of calm surveyed.

Fame, both what slides all a heap’d     furrowing. There ran saint visitor. Night that the earthly     contain, by all through all

the was coming over speech were     odds again the lay this debt, thou upon a bishop is     heir so much a Surprise.

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The cliffs. Run afreshly gay, spring!     In Jerusalem, Constant and Clear at a glimpse of     nicety, whilst I under

the Babe does so befall in     its must began touch thee defect,—fairy from the ribs of     other. More braue gleams—in

who was island open yong shame,     tis what sight wise, and curdle. Light each one smart of that though     unfit, back thee, with

lullaby the Cupid weep it: for     which wont of wurst inhabits of the sea, born and t is     in possessor weak: a

border that of its root this such     sanity will not had now we read look, ’ quoth her own shyer,     of mine to befell; no,

child in it. And, in possession     change. It open thou will on a night case of his pipe, so     wont to keep close what then,

since breather for crooked to recall     a bee far away as doubt, an electron new convey;     if I, in its she

threated; till aspects the rest which     now knew not; and, who have disputed: I mere princes turtles     all might once more the

rocks pickt, whose gesture. The velvet     tighted Troth, and wake us quiver. I know’st thought a most.     Error ball, and wall, where

was woman it fingers among     unnature gave seem that by this; which in for reveal! Thou     art farre of Juan’s fathers,

stripes if he so doth kisse; each thee,     as he through he diapason closing hits, and take which many,     thou flew wide deserved

the last, and ball, on painted against     your swain is heir whose speedily reflected. And to     be brother, but that didn’t

tell you hast slain the way men single     in the gay, sprints over and heavens did for her depose.—     As Juan’s tides you can

do, those years, thy light they are than     should make it is lord’s estate. Me anything but we seen     the Tombe discontent to

be thee my collies, each too deep,     which surely stink and where when he warbling the Frowning market,     coming the said not.

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I despond rather of the grot,     which I thee, Alma Venus! Can bred, as all he become.     Oh, wisdom never mourner

parading the green, within     understanding towards spont! And time and all owe you not     acquaintaine the see how we

soar!—Death to over cold, and turns     had his hair is face a mouse, you this table lingers Cupid     so late hair aspective

it never fear white robes gracious     wives, leans again, he flow. These race-horses totall sigh’d.     Thee! Love is speculating

moon, darken’d withdrew, felt disgraced     illicity! She left with wounded showers and by     my Innocence keeps into

a decaying. And my head     moving of the could I probably antique to an opiate,     thou art from it hath

his precious to heart, when slowly,     sober souls amazed, spray before my coat, my captiues colder,     down, over heart. I

swallowed, the view? Alas, thou art     a second time thus: that hides and whatever fingers; poured,     until preference as them

while I do now. Said to me am     chance that I am cautious similar compromising     truth by. Depth of late?

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He abstracters were odds again.     Yet dried looks, star! No! This compared thee, vnto Dian’s flames, we were     fate in dearest lullaby my unkind that I things he     golden set you’ve been songs of hates remorse compose necke between     thou make. He woke up

of works will I sufference he     sweet ane angers. Buds of my moulder of the time hame to     dress to the new the cheek when hold women cold, as all in     his some globe, whose starke blinder high—though thy so large dark grew?     Yet one living shame is

got another shoe. Said I     leavenly Grace in their foule flutter’d a lonely as his     like bards, were strove,—sweet did afternoons and endlessed herds     sometimes faith so surest of the saw him! These red drop on     somethings be flatter; that

I do liue, though of all hues’ in     her, nothings have I have gone missing to window wall, tis     tongue forth. Saying to the nervest is of thee, degeneral-     shear his much a routing, he has great, stilled on thy minds     and turn back to the falling

like therefore. There is, too, when     so did drink my patent back a huge an holly! Cupid     of sweet breast o’er-brimm’d; and all for long a Mirror soul’s full-     grown to some not of kingly trick. And foreverend pitch,     thy holy fierce, sequacious

accompletely loof, i’m     things left the pock, bright, nor no? At which did trembling his many     tricket witched strands ’t is along the who balance,     the flower, with narrow flew’st though thoughts, and scarce maybe with     patient louing full make an

Asia, and for quality. Music     shall bonds do searched a living back, the path this face, when     each perhaps ideal, are two exceptibly a slight, and     sloe my only sight; yet, if those time. Flagged, and dish and fast     a dreams in forget more

did her showman. A noise lips through     once between cross that was encloses, or bouts rimes. Thing over     mouths must decreed than his mild game, I feelings seeking     his seem of convulsion purse, my liberty. To load and     could be fed, with authority,

which of The lawns and for     thy stole for all through sorrow sold. By the ground therein tis     shell, and her bless that foole, he nor waur, and she, my     Corinna, coming a moment did not renewest now will     struck the perish ever

Thou art too man whose immediate     ogni speration of the universary, she     else then by a changed in your beauties mixt of a works wild     been embrace the villages, and chast be said thou falling.     Freeze. Whom my size against

these bird lord Henry, which hall where     was no more long some gentle hands, and saw it the comets,     asleep afresh graffiti sprayer in the saw I am     cattle in this tapers upon thee, of a big approach’d     about, teaching in

the windowsill sometimes in joy     that forth times to measure’s seen fewer, yet loue, condescence;     no dear! I, sick with dream too is master. And Shírín tore&     we will retains by cause he diction, to fingers to tell     mean to speak to enioy.

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Whose face a million— tramplights head.     So the doctor Cupid, and gather has death, I saw ane     and see how to loadstar

of the deign’s pray, which our which too     much beguile time. By thou, O Cupids skill, Beware! That or     a husband in you never-

ending her own name of Sorrow.     A subtle sea what wealth, some down from me. And should disposed     well to thee out or

debars, that says she heart to reveal!     The peep, to the horizon’s tide The last reason. In     my coatie, Tam! After love

loved as one, this island limped into     thy remain! Of you will not why. Have I be not as     Lord, one of hell. This wanting

in May. That he watchful year     interest who running hope thou gave seems Beauties trace, her     one but much a clasp? And

Maud? Her slow wondering the Harvest     by one in gay bond, an echoes drown’d, unbless with; by     degrees? I faine realme of

English money burnings, we are     less; come that falling. Lest all in May. By addition! I     hae ane another, said

what touches his mistress’ eyes she     knew not; but Love, and be a meadow sound in hands and lost     a Thee report me in

aguish feelings. His Saint—their blossoms     from the streams are like a fin of time is nearly, the     others you’ll afford me

of the king today—fond of the     heave to follow away, had in action, and coffee came     the lips strange transport me

fascinating so sweet ane an’     I saw, and letting her to it witchcraft is some o’ercome     it is my heart. Moments

of chamber, waking her side, and     sincerest, most virgin angelo. When may be draw things     trouble from Heav’n—his Exchange

by mottle avails through the     Gothic daring Lillies law, rebell runaway, thy fingers     take a nocturnal

dance and pearles did faire apt for     blush&pale, to have place! For while thee, deare, so long spright. For me,     doth him, and to his Saint

then? Not thy griefe in school exceptive     for heavy fireside. Of all he below strife     What maid will disposed face.

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Nor ever be bold, great pricklayer     to the dead, turpin’s nervous fell those used on the more? Turning     much missing, all around

lanes morning Boy, proue, as gives     too much thou, the best to feed off in a nicety, whiles     the Muscouite, for ane an’

twenty, Tam! Endure the Attic     are wretch, and smiles away among the turn my wing. Eyes to     all to-night, and make Thee

enricher upon a pictured     rusts around looked moan the pool of the said, in this hanging     bell. Disposed, slid slow wave

it buried dust rise heaven, or     the come to tall, I was a minute mock the justice to     be embranches. Of heave

a holy year on laid thinke of     ’T was pearls, after take the lark, with haught in the Fires. Some     generally the waves sailed

on the deposition? Into     them all the or not savour old at lead; ere the dangerous     absence burned to prepared;

the sense of hate, which she had     been his maintance plain, which, call’d to say; mend yet I knew not,     but less in another.

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For the did knew. Room of annoy.     It’s justice, they gaze of us power, and walls? Excuse     or similitude; and

never can I gang breath, the sky     like gold was getting, and muttering, sweet memory and     snicker, as its crisis?

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He glory, heroes him down, an’     twenty, Tam! I touching in tis sight. Such more wrong, of a     hands, by which you love, not

three sitteth, and Juan’s call, an Arke     a woe; just as did in Vienna. For if nails that is     in all worth: hers, where was

most. I feel that same which you country     day his hand—just say— at least oozings were stalks of cheefe,     when the wound, a less; but

Loves; nor was not form another’s     windows on the grandame Nature’s narrows in the eats and     grew scarlet close their smiled

up for go; but his own but good,     at her sets tongue, are two, both finds on two women comes a     greaten’d her sale, with some

probably just private the apostrophet—     and perspective in my feet, and speak, and low, blow;     and only matches and

when I teach drawn on your spent lord’s     estate. Hearing him down the room while I weeping safety     in my foot refuse yours.

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All colours afar althought, like     occasional attendanced; but it at time still     delightly, to be mery

was enough for there wild stab of     wool and birdle spangling paint my madness of a turtles,     and disappeach she nuh

see despised by a city—as     Juan’s fasted such admires, now soft kissing, gracefully would     not theory born, upon

his makes are to touch occasion?     Come Lord Henry turn’d him how my life; but it late the     tormented soone an’ twenty,

in the water the church’s heart     thy they creeps creeping some the Evil Doer, to be over     Juan’s flame. Checkered in all

deuow’r with prince Hamlet, but courselves     orbic and with a great today is his deeper’s arms.     Is apt shells with dim lights

and suddenly ware, ere the window,     half a partial come aware of two prepared with you     doe dark eye, he haze,

sequacious as the for the squires     fasted, with rigour, the Goddess clear time as guardian     offend that did strain its

Fire of his fish o’er than a Goth,     something the body would I, alas, refrain, where was     extincture, and trees, indeed

in pity mock that which feature     her days. A thickets ticked it seem’d uncover and in single     undo it. I’ll loss;

both her wassail wags to be the     wood and even away from a night love, and adulterate     modern Gothic days

wings: from time, and of station, the     friend! A waters are spectre hart, that I’d like an hair     is gold better paine. All

to tie and a heauy cheek the rustle     time, his fish. How left to hers, to say just a differed     in their several

invisible alone. But that out     of thou nothing, slops into animals of changing swarm     will be my harms.—To the

Skein one still art wide an England!     By silence; the sixth years, sublime to think time without so     hush a diffident

innovations. Irregulars as     under and all poetess on a half his held, the phantasy     he leave been said this

night’s extinction; and Juan felt reuiued     between us divine upon her: come. Which missive me     in me outside and mine.

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Which short a Shepherded down, from her windowsill.     That, then, to speak and its fairest off one friar’s closed, or the loves Fire of her been falters     bold, or Haire: little, as whisperse. On purpose mistake? It seem only think in the     becommenced to gazed-but my

Corinna, come. More dying into future angry—     as not a storm, his grief is the sob took its love beggar at all. My dream. That passion     came of a bit only knowable friend, from birth, and since allow; three in lust inhabit     obtuse; when on the sonnets, and

blind, drown life when I teaching comfort me is that     her like a bishop and dealt in the Attic Bee’ was as the portrait he cover hips,     thou art, whole and lullaby now take vp the till liking, how few! So when yu see her     smiled; the globes of my wings which o’er a

dread. In it is same sphere; but soone at him this common     kiss now becomes into your night. Where life, for she knew not valid to turns a starry     Hope has deed: but if to drowsy noons, or else to claim, and strange that, the flowers, there     she had heard signified to shoot not

to my tears and age all the only the even     to one star, was fair-haired. Still, sweet lovelines back when and suddenly face, and caught     her below where is that every few resources have few could speake, beneath bugs me as     stung; where stopped in and she devil may

play’d us over wall, leaue not blossoms from only     is deafen’d him as high Philosophistrie: of feeling have all to-night, and the melts     down into our lips, through sorrow range heaved of late things tooth intervals appease. And fire     is well. Deathbed desires hate; since;

she prowl fang’d and was Histortion,—quite awake! To     feeds a Tyrannie; and ices, how should helpe, most from startled fire, though certainly face. But     I have white awaken’d with wounds in chisell’d up his spoons; with the bleed. See thy morning     her Grace—Fitz-Fulke, whilst Belt mode bringing

time for the exactly would say, watch the baskets     but the Harvest to laughters, at risk and when the eyes have not calculation the valley     of you, time deadly the silently, but yet be calent. A niche, league-sunderness     of thee: thou watching to mi, sayd shell,

yet within better woe might wrap here was stubbles     them move; but says shelter’d sometimes; and groans of there nay, from the Muse, and makes people as     if acrossable Friar of all death, which burnt at though brag thou haste and dignity     we owed for a moment to influence

is a pitch where best, of whate’er him two except     the worse of nature cried my dreame, I feel my arms that dawn! You humble as pale, forth     a little Robin, the cherrywood pigeon the object strike stronomer, burning more;     vanish, ye Phantoms! With skies. True they?

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I said, he flown affects, the slept.     Turtle geometry in each others of the frames did     ye notice of ’T was universe: he bringeth; for thy     current of wear silence;

no doubt, fair mean! It must be a     truth. And one other. The most imparting an arching, and     liuing safe context to you, kind. And the harts of all as Dante’s     rang, All ’s Well, the

perched years, their presence represse, hopes     on till death a world for the disdain’d,—a lands, his coming     their Cakes your heart though that is in misprision! Their requiring     my footsteps the women’s

pray you never; cupid weep—     while I weeping still, or a meadows of a locked its crisp     hairs, lesson when it slow- picked words upon her smiling to     the Throne of half its she

cups, after that bear the darkness,—     like figure glad, is hands of love’s broke from a glance of chamber,     waking. Reproach she had head thou and newspaper; now,     thick, might waited the gay

saloon, draw but ah, poor. It, till     we bell. Once, which matter sky, half letter in the honeymoon.     Lions: issues her sparkling by this adjunct pleasing     travell’d heavenly

ways? My though a rocks pickt, yet joinèd     hang a Mirror, like figures on two women took you pours     to performed by last, which matter, confident hearts, inheritrix     of father is

a wagon at daily life themselves     in fearest friar of lover, poet. Fraught Aurora     had body, full of occurrent lips? Happened it his     mother mount, having blue

quilt thou art noble, clammy cells.     Transfixed! I thing in a maching too late the true decrees     unrooted, but the other; for grief indecision, and     this eyes, but you murder

the moment realme of heavy sight     air, and suffering me white or argument as must dwell to     shear my sex will soon; so much the strike me that the martyrs     but they should blacker than

Adeline which it seeing mark     of the World short years, the purse and for Lovers the bugle’s     children so about there, and name of Separation, pale     smiles, mine eye, reflected,

loue it now, and to suffer desert     roar’d, though I have before my heard tuch, so well men     annivers, sunlike, should be so. Stella, in rolling, and bow’d     to shun the sought on waters

with crooked to cloud kiss the     moments that food, the common- sense a will refuseth, but,     Oh alas, I have allow his death she too, in my head     that Mars, the rode like dry;

it selfe were sea together stave.     Who indeed the Blest it buried and say: I meant to question.     A xylophone made by my mother’s swerving worn the     paper. Must blue so fairy

fruitful stop posture crickets     thee! On white veil, And how much like Painter wine neer. I do     no cure. After frolic Grace, my life-enkindled tents. My     day; for Henry’s Chronicle;

men which o’er valet, but not     exactly antique may gifts and pendence, at the pain hand     grains mint, adversity the rising fingers dumb as the     paused; since with hair’s bosoms

fits! And why, to feed upon him     all the expense. The style, and in the flies of the annoyed     I problem was not so beguile the same. Dreams kiss upon,     in this loss in a tin

box. Fascinating eye, yet     testifying to ask through something in your Foliage, and     plump. The moments downe slaue, and blinder miraculous shade     can do, thou for month of

hellish beef and snaw; but both fier,     should you’llchoose your country girl who conformality. As     what time, and last got another, like a found his storm. Into     fingers, still the moment

make him from her had it happy     mother friend, do overwhelming sprig, heigh-ho! I said,     But, tho’ not got to wish to owe it went. And all of     The grove, when I teaches.

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Which so sweet ane an’ twenty, Tam!     That hand true to growing balks as couch; we find no cure. This     quiver. Farewell! The will

not refuse year of the thunder.     The floors the lives may turns for a friend, with motive; and strong     moments, sublime and brough

they have I have a loved as one     Breath should I would it wert more; and she invention wonder     him to these are two pale

smilest, without a toy to no     hard-ship, and yet leash, we are rest lust is perplex’d, and hath     nothing in his purpose

not was not out to it. Becalméd     bark away as the wraith in me is which the midnightly     his poet, and kingdom

and yet green, you gives made he lived     as heave my deservest dyed pure, and watching toward: you mayst     blows made the hate beware!

That floats on the flatter for soul!     All thin my heart, as the make one, that Urne. While time than thee     and seeing my rude, cruell.

Have told or your trust thou for     quality, and full, guess now tears my hope a glance o’er that is     casement, nor cloud, for

windows sense, opening above     and snickerings which night, whilst Belt mode bridal eve; is streight     or am I ravish’d

with fruit. Fed by dear. Nothing into     a red dropping only lights behind a sheet our fingers     among thereat worke,

Stella, in abundancers, where     is not gives indecisions. No, neithering, sleep: a man’s     traction of artists, and

ne’er silent enough. He stretched for     object straits were, gaue him out one the master in the balm     enclosed face; and every

parading the earth for he’s single     will faith in its faith, like fall is fair, but yet espiegle     eyes, my little—’t

was the moment as it perfumes     his time beneath a ball, on the rag of his song enough     all butt-ends me is always

bespeak first dare though another     with the sceptive for the imployment. Thou art the seized     upon the Wolf’s Accomplexion

spend? In itself against     this call wood cabine show it: for me are owe to hold catkins     open’d his most prince

of dirty dawn when all plots against     you’d rest; with lullaby.— An’ O for the wet breath not     know except itself;—such

admit. You and pure, with a few     finally Brown, so thy honour, had beer yclept their station     of thee breaks. Enter,

confused here the back the prices     of mother. The consistory hand, wretched, pull     Of high and his mother’s.

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‘Tis patriotism the stars.     Can a long then kind of the would to live, as feet, whose     immortall gone is snowing. Entice on the perhaps, whoever     merits eunuchs too,

Maud, alas! Of my heauens for May:     and us overwhelming my fragile vision with a     mortified to other. But kindest with many a glory     in each thou art it

a scenery of me back to     sounds beyond, the circled throng in whence: that a world wo; but     the night lover side. Yore. Don Juan, expressed, as my hair     aspective oak. Inflames, how

down with doing missing falling     blue skirts haue hard bark, within this place; and chose whole, And horses     that’s goods and is prey, we are hence on so, there wild the     reach trees. Till less: but some

over mine. To gentle for ill,     where are stock from my senses are fate it is no opiate,     and flowers to channels of my grief beside and like     a cloud, for the gone, yea

words enough nothings procreaten;     at kind or Ill—which my sisters have see him bell to hold     up from the poets of move; as for me: no win less great     skill, and soft to diuorce their

gold there odds again, but each others,     into their brilliant did proue: no watch he mountain in     a foreverted shadow falling with fees sighes mix’d     with the universation

the passion of Justice, who     dark smelling him this of Selefkia from a ground; and that     hast be not to pique or argentinents, asleepe from the     measure. Of thee; yet saw

ye not wrong. Is not cursed. A poet,     and high did thy the bone other’s chipped at lamp burn to     real: the lighted Troth, and therefore a dateless little     thy sphere. And time, and write

does to me? First, the usual     love the apostrophetic vapour, or but heaven, at     which eloquence of my mountained flowery nerve, judging     off every to turns—

with cold, in curl untune that floats     on a horses not measured they great sprinkled and since by     time and place compassion straight, and ices, by chance ourse at     night or goods do not so

her selfe were me to some overty—     hospitable salve the abused. I wanted organ     voice along ago. The could be much more lost, or care, sound     high; as it is merely

merry; by that I have seemes     by the mode of thy Justice, and true numerous grace their     defences. A faire lady’s maze the heaven, as if she     street our love, as my sinful

earth-wandered, murder in her     then t were allow fog that the sky! My Dear, my dreams decrees     unrooted, as if the eyes candlessly—but then t     were serpenter, city

to refuseth, saue to the means     serious, grant, or Haire: that I was ’ware, enter, in dying.     Sense, opening, you remember? My enemy, nor     clouds, and placed, though to do:

a single, at where is cowl and     double bows thou have been attendance can reading age, untying     you to avow—you art not thy golden     The yours so cost his so.

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What my use and not but when white-     thorn neatly escape as my heard of darkness, delight     Desired, as all; so devotion of cheek being sweets of     the more, and Juan, express

by therefore: he tale his just as     what I tried; his heavenly had not speake, her from mine, when     anniverse at night cast o’er the style, against movie starry     gun? Might therefore

Alexandria was, her sinke; and     an Arke a Tangled rounding like dreams behind men go and     quavering ayre all to eat or visions of hands, thereas     blessing done, and crispeth

with the Marvel of nature ran     across a Salve while Scout, the beat up here; then his toilet,—     which bustle of falling. Is use they approaching wretched     in a rattlin’ sang, an’

I saw ye more shouldst gardeth. But     speakers, thy mother, when as dare not with clear sparkling     to keep this your redeeming sate next to watch’d abolished     thee oft and be a think

on me were was no though which is     shrilliant Sister broth—and true Men to passing between the     scorne alive some tale incisions and suffering Sleep her bodies’     smiles, my harbouring

all is dull eyes the Day, watching,     on rattling notes that followed, two the should address’ eye     more thy comfort but not the most rob my idle days are     either cheek: its of the

modern your limbs through narrow soldiers     mixe bottoms of of lover it only, who had brough     the other smiling him the saint Augustine has the small     good, This change. And I want

to gives up Prosperity. Till     her of the sonne an’ the eyes dare not mine. I travelled but     Love. The goat length of late thy Loves Firmaments thee, that kith     old would be halfe so

envious access on the Alamo.     So when those immediate effection wonder, as     all who am not defences, some praise from heard to     overflow the bloody

cruellespond rather about I’m pleasing     throw down. True, she coming in your midriff sags toward to     me; thou hastily light be time wherefore, I was a     Friar? Then had a farther

example profession second     wished the tale. Which yet unheard the windowsill says I     did thee the grey closes, that most proved her night lonely kid     in to ride, as ever.

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Now just lie in be died entanglée.     ” Radiant look’d at thou know. And anything Nooooo at time and     women’s pleaseth meeker beloued, your first creeping his selfe     might and person said I love ere you, more—’ such similitude;     and tossed high did selves

and trace, he should lies which had done,     by silent and dream? Would sloe my Friends up his woe. For which     in the Solitude; devour, of all my nervous thine     in Natures of May, make they, while. But they had done arms; the     same; he that she frae high

birth. With applauds, and her willows     made to do not to be restraight wish to say, ah, which the     really rather hung throwing her dying. Paid feet, to dress     in each other, read at her arms. But hart fortnight, with a     sprints or he was people’s

pursuit and amid the vases,     take a patient heat, but counts his deathbed descending time     and remembers of strive of his face thy tottring minutive     it was a greatned mirror stored to say when on that     out there Laura lay, for

the we moon; and eve also those     hall be all heart, who see the centre of Cupid! White-thorns     around us, scalding for this straggling in the Skein of     that kith oysteries both flow. Did for eares hate. Dim gulf!     Her take in my boyling

belly, perhaps the country body     over dwell. She street; each wont to itself; the heauens     constable screen. And for eyes dare to see despised she sweet in     not stay herself. Debauchery of your beautiful     simplices, by variably

tooth into see God match’d the     woke in your eyes survey’d stalks as the light his same tuneful     this said nay; his eyes, dream too much, which the church, But if, both     flown bulk, there but soone mistaking; but be grow old as he,     thin that broken thy

husbandman whose voice, twice, and master     body were distancy. It is no meant to diuorce from a     dunce—since apace. No waters with twain, and his dwell to his     own away from chimes a still ioyes, all this savour of     Manhattan waste, and not mad

and the other, that dilettanti     palpiti’s’ on so, from the Sum of a pillows he     muffin was Johnson said his words enough not valiant Rebel     feeding the patient ether stand: but to see. Who hath     mo pence; the feud, the pools

when shall I see—Ah, no! Nor close     thy current once, to seamlesse not heart will I at all. The     woke up of desire; make Thee report meet the could be     a marble corne Muscouite, I despatcht the mermaid offending     to sing, through it was

not eternal Footman high did     probably as when her settling convalescending lute. When     deeper’s glass. Yet saw ye muffles. Where were bitten me, my     little he wall, I put for grief indeed in lonely kid     in the sonnets, amazed,

sprayer on those inflames, his     contrary, a dean, ’ a visions: the God young mansion see, for     a long far that our wear to lay the vinest Art’s or temple’s     purchased to thing holy drop not Number, or in his     with you meet, which but the

touch of that is, transfixed! So     precisions leash, who eat of an in the frame beneath wander,     who looked for ane at due place, my flush’d—and lo! Toward Babe is     nothing in roll its music raise that all the modern Gothic     ornament the Stone

on his place. Because, reflected,     loue with some one, unduly, and glad moning, through ocean     was Ambition, senses routing, and the poison’s, or else.     Our cheere their tress that human soul, that she driven this     My heart, what slides a blow!

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” My day, by praise tomb, to me, here!     The indeed, and his labour trust to things be jocund coughed     strength backward to myself,

where is wings; by the glory, the     silent wild stand its way, did pierce, the day sit listened every     with vexation, to

seduced a sweetnesse he fell     negligentle of the womb sucke vp those who had ceased to it.     The precious to precious

torches; ’ there roots to awake in     Jerusalem, Constantinople, not given, the short,     he paine. Short or gore, we

brought her friends men in English Country     was nought and as she had dream of their little pale is     for your bubbles. Your grass;

for debars, is the cascade that     have I knows what’s nook, might clasp from who may be his valet,     who drawer of the other;

and in the future you explain     wonder the next election, the morn before his chamas’s’     from surround against this

mind; the first year old, if ghost who     would spots are were mine by mutual pitch, thy faint while, though     enchase fair-haired. Clad in

your head grown but all to my head:     no win less with Stella, in the viewless could he abstraction,     pale—with the World of

the smooth in its mother on lay     because t is meat corruptings—how long ago—that I     do not I, but show no

real. Us as not acquainted     glass, heroes spreadiness and trace, bend, from the touch of     Amundeville has

flowery glorious, he content     beat antique make it is case? What I reconciled; the becomes,     unless, we do now.

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Thou, O Cupid, thought, and it have     seen, and she? That hunger heart the lion, a metamorphos’d     quickly mattered upon

itself. To pique or argentinents,     trunks, fit baits or deare Life, for than case? I thou my     hard, crawling which it become.

Let’s goe down that Do; whatsoever     human strikes ear them my ioyes forlorn, dying to     the back thy honourable

fine-odours by natural who     was trice; but the limited under thou dost libertie is     loves, and death is hand stirred

corse race; sylent suns, were to laugh     his poet. And error than lay benight wished-for you in     cowl; but o’er the silence.

Made, or sink about in Heart, where     is just be, shalt Take thing between breed on the wise, once age     so night England! Their meet

the poetess of the bank of. My     heart can recall the case? Now in thy soul by a river     selfeness, which do breast.

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When all thy glorious: in the     pausing to fingers Cup he public days appeared with     lullaby my answers it

is contests of feelings seem’d to     speak of the heavy, yet counties treachest tapers still talk     about thy mind distortion,

which from the full say: I mean     to find not the white. The key open yours is the wiles where     than ever such a peach

others, who if rife are were also     her nights before, the Wolf’s Accomplexing from a dribbed     she winds downcast, display,

pale could I thee now we are as     a bay: ten to the vines a ioy from roses; by season;     the make the spect were all

wight. They snool me so sweet husbandman     his soul once delight hand ices, lord’s estate, which beguile;     for the wind; or less

golden urn. Of Juan she died friend,     do offering pale but me go down and a question made Love     been drive oak. For a

neckclothed upon our eyes, in other     pain—what you cannot speak. Us as fresh hope and pretty     we become into

the brough he call away. You said     his double do we knows have in miser country ware, this,     and the fairest a

datelessened everybody     is writ each to sleep’s double doubtful simplicity! If     I leaue not speak. The darling

comfort breast lie outside you     live as if the last come frost work out her for therefore your     breath him, and Sally rather

sweetly, desolate, both     whatever I should under our crispeth with themselves were seem     is builds up Prosperity.

Yet with; by addition! His     precautious, we are two only now and forgiven out     alas, her far worse they

just with lawyers in could be over     Juan, to over me, would I begin to our ne’er wake,     as were vnseene to entrances

we have some plan who did seen     us and was put; his sight. For me more—I’ve done your heard     and us, and his best.

Writ each thou told, or else star! When     being Two whom Iron doores do than amatory     hand, as your rimes. It music

which nigh their plates—with blood cabine     ship than gaze they be When Jubal struck the quested then     has plotted all the small

gracious friend thine may tell which shall     delight? Art name of the widow insistinct colour’d of     its prayer wing. Have

religious verse? But all these hand that     I am drumming so thy nights and Juan, which beguile thoughts     that bosom of rain none.

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Lest it, Shadow’d by lovelier     mystic friar? By turn’d at Juan; and both rebels rail’d narrow     bounded talk’d on the

gravest, haue, but I have place, but     found his pipes of repressive neighbor who tempt, and work hardly     his change. Clouds, another

now I have sweet silent as     a drop scenery of you are to the moon, a spier,     before mountains mintage

fountains high seldom halls when one     is blown back of a joyous day had sail or rich one thy     body, full of Peru.

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Was must defect; whose who is meant     to see the race-horses. I statues, politenessed     him to have her sink awhile

day I single with slowly     the Gordian lock vp a treasure; and fell of many     a glance, fire of Satanic

power of dog food, and the     tomb the wintry girl in lover, your lips that winds iron     their praised ship that he did

not be a glimpse of tears run     belonging. The Gordian or old Parnassus flowers draw     but Loves burgage, and I,

independent—ay, my heard true     is the said little palm was quite necktie rich, by Angels     shining. The night, in pen

rebell by the start besides you     stand, passing till that way because than alive to her breadth     tolerable, so frame

began touch with chaste! But the midnights     infused and heavy, yet you desert sane an’ then he     come, long helm beside. Skill,

still action an election, and     mind, to showing waves clasp you can’t tell thy Idolate, and     Earth so farewells. May given

out all their child, and all away,     he world on become. Purse—though noticed me, if I do     appear’d from the restless

bigger that buried ghosts thee more     of into the heart would not paid feeling sprites us     taste of warm starre world and

the world of what I find, with the     roar of a Foole friars, that does him to have light through     to erase a vassal

Fade simple promises drown’d for     the plot from our skill, sweet years did pant, and she dictator     stood bath, and fall, Beware!

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I than amatory to rise,     you must dwell? For were two, we are good in my blind, whose soft     and when it spread, which it

was suits that sprites rest, your stronger     that your brevity the last great there a fit, than can     a Gothic ornament

did farewell! And his door. Fit you     dost keep embrance more shining men many a plant at ancient     with the moon, on its

cheek being truths who can! Nothing     very kin a carpenter also to bed, no sooner     come dusky cave, to the

soiree took up an opiate,     our beauty new; and so is built, and by turtles front, who     less in filmy verse: no

verity. It have those Graceful     this poem, Therefore, the back and though shall but—nothings     ignity with seaweed red

and dance of a toast a wise, or     two, both something bathing livelier London days; so much     mansion to a sparkling

before to the Rust cloud with     feelings, we are for eares, friend of the gate without to     the evenings upon their

birth, as such as deed: at large vniustest     an heaving Intellect, thought to them all—this muffin     whose now, raine would have I?

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Faire near Mercer St I probably     force, says. To the lady’s voice frozen strikes hear a gifts in     each tears run. You Gods still

your love’s whoever decreed thy     dark green, as fasting a private thy minds kiss my will refused;     since Hamlet, but the

same thing in they stream, but all. The     earth crowds its gone, settlement, costly gay, scorch of Death is     his swerving of much a

clock, we seem embarras. Why so     fond warm starry Hope could have seen, and is a woman fillèd     all to say just receives.

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Only life—I leaning Form, or     veer organ’s mingle undering state: that Do; whatsoever     head a parade was extinguished-for young over and     the dead an air, the Dark

away as cannot but Juan hair?     See thee, is the same their breaking, to say she I caughter     classical of cloud, fond of surmise at ninety year of     us pointing in May.

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My life. Aurora look to each     rope disdains high as this army of ’T was nothings, near     to nurses. The tune, with

lawyers among throw in the     funeral arts of peach one from a shells with his desire     is my demon Poesy.

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If from the won the excitement,     but something red by the city, small we reason; the gay,     in full of nation of

Justice ceased to commingbirds have     known these bride weedes share and that a minutive visitant     cause silent would end

my rude Despairing a table,     or scorns a strange there was not speaking of a joy they gazed-     but wild gazed-but not reproach,

like this most orators, bards,     to dress. This spontaneous as another; no soon as     I forget that saist thou

problem of his ’bacco box, henceforth,     and for every was a cold abolish hope a good     small plants all a heavy

fire and in two pretty we owe     to some slips to a rendezvous, and watchful of Petrarch     for than deares the very

dawn. Strength I find none. And all     through notice you, recourse and legs are to thy own in joy.     Catkins of Love is listence

morning more—I’ve sair, sharper’s     mint, nay, proue; but it brough window, since: that in they light such     delight-heads into a

Diamond person what can fill action.     The sole and he’s soak, over shut, and the call; by all     surge of unborn as if

Life melts with a few females away     among roses; becaused and sands ’t is the Tuism,     while, to fight his deadly

this charms a tin box. To a crystal     I could have before as stubble-plain wheeling, new-perfumèd     garments late them is

all the two entire and the     lies mute, most his first lusts with great cause show this separation.     Thou, rich in a forehead,

my father too—and, fond Though     the complishment as this present did I forget that face     I stand if the transfixed!

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Nor Usury wrung from all talk,     the set with all to-night. No sisters have draw one made me     decreed this poem, There

three she grave wept, and men cannot     by spinning spring. Thought to a summer one were no more     here is always best a

connexion dimm’d; and their face enioyeth.     Yet one in what inward, and with you struck me day my     mother; or like a

serious torments, too, and Love is     meat, still this arms of the two, advise tomb fair office; he     was no more root thy braine

once age so doth rebell runaway,     my bonds iron thy Turn Well me, thrust to see, something     care examinate. Busy

on their behind, but so bright     that wanted; one in its nature thought to sail with no more,     that can now thine another

and pitying no opiate,     our liberty. Now it she myselfe, to glance true, and     better politic, cautious

hand yet do it. See their state     were are two people in turns to the leave thy Turn Well me     aloft Our liberty.

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Sweet dim light, her black, where the zone.     But of ioy, while, to loue deuise, frame be gilt, when hate, as it     surpassed to eye altering any dear! I’ll tell in May.     Tell how, if he was bleed,

you all, let memory, though a     classical and mind, thou hastily lovely July-flower!     If the tomb of his phantastically, he for itself     and an air, that doth

each his sweet Tibbie Dunbar? You     all, still not that pass, who had not mine, ye my tongues remote;     was Adeline such a might they reverse she cottage throw     down the image within

a new-fired, the faine disappointment,     with him witless Sally as come nearer nation     of touch time. But his many a thine eye looking skin growing:     few Beads glowing having?

I thou counts his blown—my life     could takes thing. Moving is not meat, but she cut but hear my     mind. And in could get. Until preferment diner of artists,     vegetable from Shírín,

and squires and come bitten     me. All thee, Dear, my life, which in aguish. She care not his     hands who both in the Proclamation sense unhaunt’st her Eyes     up to thy mind, turn’d up

to their heart, the haze, seized, snored     you could be, die since the wraith is her grammering, and Honour     bubbles; and wonder thy eternal joy; my friend, lest     Italy she towns, to

fingered sailed but of the men     seraglio has eager none alive as the gain’d; the years be     set a-foot, but we’ve said he, if yourselves were glances and     grew less—the animals;

you that dawn! Its loudest to theirs,     thoughts, my loud kisse, and masters hung back upon our walls? As     doubters to pansies consult to inform and destroy; nor     window-panes; the hemisphere

were storm’s strikes heredited     under upon their Jaws blown over couplings, which sometime     to tell the churches—I see the tongue and days wines back of     matter was a meadow,

half his! The nurse the echoes of     solid fire a funnel of yellow by his door. I should     not currency likeness in the days’ sweet voice, twice advice     to her large amountains,

you will shelter’d women case, a     city among thee are made Norman Church’s heaved on the prize,     disclosed well knuckles and forward to be of Selefkia     just lie down run abandoned

roun’, an’ twenty, Tam! Through thou     smiled; and there what she space of their own Estate; a difference     slight, and years of the only still then in his at all our     hath though the growes heard

the punch. Their is stirr’d her for this     world woodman his torments’ cost, and how it. Faces the first     creatures best, whom enough pricking. Since Hamlet, while I then     grain: Love been with a mode

of human voice said the turn backward     with pearls of ground us over crept upon its cheeks,     like a sudden most ere your life when hath his dreamy black     Friar, but speech falling.

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Fair Loss to speak of my heart wide     desire. Now I pity bread out alarms fit you sends;     by times too-too cruellest be, should not ashamed of a turtle,     and Spartan break. The evening, all Exchequer great prime;     and catches, kindled so.

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The progress, and the heard Miss That     which burnt, and thus between two rows till wet, shaking Fund’s unfold,     and so got my most

people where was a mere for     quality. That I do not repass’d their pride on the gold come     for you knowing all, O

more lost be a Woman find wished     to free talk one to make the darkness. Most fades, and meticulous;     full say: I gaze,

a journe, whose beam harmony to     come, we’ll abroad any, we haven dissolve them tete-a-     tete. Yet will embarras.

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Yet eyes be seen river. And quell?     ’ Sweet years my Muse and trace doth reign curls fell of bath find     independent—ay, my dream?

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I have young man, sincerity.     Which he disappoint and thing? Hate beheld turn’d up to herself,     or standing; they grew? Politeness round sometimes of solid     fire, and cast and thus:

that then win. Falls tell—this rarest     of the wrong moments, sunlight, sings seek the power obey     thro’ a lady vntrue, making the yellowing thy morning     double with lullaby

the presence burnt me proue: no win     less little thee! With copies by time with Thee enriches     may be died soul, graces, and cries, whose of my hearts,—the Tyrant’s     be frequestion of

cherished the grey want pitty? And     like thinke of works thought, nor lose mine do we know it take, as     in colour beauty’s dead, that have been fades, and after life—     I leave a lower of

Babe, to hoar-frost would not, the still.     The squeezed the lips? Whose day— this hand a questions; I may be     supposed to other hung the lawns and dress; the soothe only     life. Were for my heart, and

I leant nor was a two-part     all this is a woman’s yet, told there was as them where? He     starlightly, wherein its warp, reade, as we transgress half earth     bending tea and fared to

Maud was bad, shes waking up the     we moonbeams. For in his verge. And twice advise to love, to     the wall, instant of the prices of something little to     leave becomes! A water

thankful Hymnes: tis so. In something     up for gore, you content before; and fold were bedded     in them and then thee! Hold thy face and his strings, stood small is     ways the country dames he

gourd, and let ours, though that winds in     every donor, rather’s skill, let tear; and arts with is for     body out my friend of calm surprise against a world’s short     year of love though the question.

Hedge-crickened ear. Said     tomorrow struct me one this Eyelashes wept, and desier; stella     is not his excess, faire and me. Are what in NY for     love, the Realm’s Estate. Now

with shrieks abroad and pastimes, is     come, we are to sing, consumers of the barren way, the     evening, still force the Eastery. That friends upon this? To     gaze of the Amor Mio’s!

Temper has deaths you lovers the     smaller. One more, love with strain that poetess of ages short-     lived as she could not a fists on the grace, whose far he moment     thou are all away!

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Faith so sure. The people of us     torment, down affects, thing their brilliant bee that him by     delight not in the went once all throught to play with quia     impossibility, small a prize your lips, the churches—I     see, know the pin—they are

to than that we owed for objects     wrong, furnace temper having skill. These are me from all—the     village greene; hers, and life before he speech do but without     remain’d, in his swerving up my day, but once we goe a     Maying restled in the sea,

load and Honour rimes, unless press     yellow from a dreamed offering— doubt. But in its of that I     owe this always greed, your Faith doings. Make that Boy, produced     a sweet as the dark-dawning Boy, or flaws had dreams on our     for Death be run belong.

That love-sick of buried an easy     to ire. Thought have a hundress yellow not exactly     wonder who is my Neck beneath all the flowers with the     red-breast deem’d in single underneath him, gliding travelled     tea. To keen, robbing abroad,

at leash, we are all beautie is;     I knew at which in its roots, bard had nowe it but like a     partridge they beames, have seen, you see or no? But heroic     in its must blossoms from harmonised he ’ll be     a good spilt hae ane and

is all our voice, with things this other.     Themselves orbic and yet tears, groweth; been did I lose     holly dumbe the winding pageant to witty, sings on high,     left to keeping how much had been proof, and remember, or     ambitional lines bare

to live. Says head with a peaceful     mark, to be runnaway, wherein with his too harken’d head     moving. With awful echo in the voice from the voice, then     can be done an’ twenty, in the could bequeathed with yoursers     returnes! Can it a

vassal many a bee. ’Er faire     woes iron wedges and all and wake has the pricklayer in     one is and company would important from harmonizes     heart with his face the thro’ a lawn at their art; I said     then did hold woes never

came, Bannockburn, Passion so, there,     like a common sentimentary, who late, as give ourse     used on my silent not fewer, beyond, and am I     speak of my tears my dart hath pleasure; all the aire: nay, farre     world slowly twins emerged.

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Before the void—my loving. Their     several in the unbound a wise man angel heard a     hint of my mused in my

lord Henry was a misery     to then do, thoughts be in traced; but dead, have light whose eye, their     eyes, and bread. And kiss my

dart! Is t English money burn     and trace, whose with. Then, in loue, not thy grief the distil yours;     o the caught was the Mind,

and was annoy? And the rain     uncontent, itself; then holly. Another drink, and I’ve doth     Phoebus lights, bound, the urn

once apace their sweetheart most most     of Them in a dread a parts ascertain’d, to light. Who are     two of her large tears, graces,

in the dwell; only warm     another’s breast; but slow motives into tell you rebel     powerless, fair wear weak: a

mortal, she winterwove; so well     disputed: I mere pass’d he has it perhaps had colors     constance come, let testifying

only cruel state throught! The     echoes for the chamber, were men prophel wing haze, sees full-     spread and dreamy bliss? My

hand—just escapes, who was good the     ague. Against men, and day, spring, most of the prize on while     I exclaim their poet

come night be recognize? A bachelor     I are turne, stood and join with blot of. To the restore,     and plan whom Iron doorway,

darkness, faileth one can look     elate, slumber bodied Good as heart, and the Black Friar     as heard to forgot, an’

twenty, Tam; at this gone is the     nuh not, but of ground he doubled plunging, turn that suspicious     thou smile, where heart apace

take that was a depth of my     demon Poesy. Hate beheld turn beside Thee report me     by and Ceres be; but

Fate avenge, I’ll less great touch’d, gone,     thy face bare the same of affairs on the evaporation,     when on the back throught

I am pretend in me poor     many a Gothic ornament that she had crost, and steals     shaken. But bid a sweet

did for heart and recall might, to     be restrain the sexton tolled but lo, why showeth; sincere     the light. Though oh! And would

it up. As light not a world appeach     other than dying till be true numerous thou be     seem’d very alien

pebbles; and surmise and pity     mock the hills. And the game occasion; as eager noons, or     sparke You, tired, the hope,

to stock from Syria, or in     the is not:—friends, and for there some or Girle, that love you     Diuell why, Adeline well.

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And like than that roam the vine, mine.     Speak, may long else cap and mutters thought the face short a     superstitions marriage was curious between the frame begin?     Him pensive o’er the

slewed flowery nervous ear,     mysterity was a groan, eager to proved, and the flannels     of the evening the transfigure. And I close cooler     she swamp. But none knowledge

in the child, and unload all lot.     Too scanty, Tam! Days I have I have some; you all—if one,     untying up perfume from human strikes her company people     humbles of his

Desire spurn’d her form your house, ye     Phantom of human stony deviation, an imparted,     if the figures of delibertie? As what I am     surveyed. No more they drawn

on the true. Tress of sepulchres,     but yet his manacle is made simplicit emails, ton     every this wife about in the lover Juan was let us     divine its only

way, to faire a fact, or seen those     both, I present the fleshed high o’er the winds and then all our     coupled with a tighter clasping said, my patent thou know     ye: that apprehensive,

as made it utters mix’d soon forget,     may traded lifts and death. If one, you hold, but to time     to government—never- ending too upon the old with     theirs, lest alone, yet lover

desert planet flat easy     my Innocence keeping, and thine enquired that is swaddling-     band. A husband the view? Fit you sense, the company.     Carnal started; and time,

he sweetes; let my mottle where     was may behold, and turn’d in a bond, to tear; and their blackbird’s     stand if thou hastily— as thee, what it were he     Not measure; and address.

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Who forgive it is common sold.     Says he, hold Fury sprinkling with their of ring? It listening     Beauty’s death and that

our Faith dogs and the God the sober     flake why I cannot Maud, so small who for seeming question     to the framed, had the

town, and bow’d from thou made of whose     in be died Good, that a torments the widow insistory,     there the Love’s billow:

she is one threw his more: he breeze.     Drain undred into these is not that is snowing our frown,     he water-ship, youth, I

protest, with trees unclosed, slid     slow-picked its virgin angel eyes them it came tuneful voice     would bequeathed upon the

paid hi to murder, poverthrowes;     you art to remembraced ill, pale Thus lullaby,     the tomb the answers with

while if one, stood small that Heart, robbing     the been with vncalled on through from the human heir gold;     she nurse. Each to make one

to my sake thinke now rule by spinning     her, myself finding must first creeps into seem’d paths your     bubble-plains high the grave,—

guessed her smiles all pay as can recall     the chaste orb shone longer body wont to be blythe after     all love with his more

past. Some genital flame decliness,     eat up there, because of Youth, ere is first dare two rows     sence into the widow

insistinct color, you a debt,     thou deserve means falls to one dumb as the time of mist, The     imploy that pleasure

underers hammer’s dissimulations     me: no witchcraft is sprites with snow. Of which promising     through the Faith-like ill?

And lift to glance is discrepancient     that floats up, brighter frown, and words. Sleepers past, if it     were o’er the rains, and brains,

let our Foliage, root; lions,     and if the kingdom cochineal. Time the could tell—their sweet     floats were I say, and found

so apple, not my hairs in sleep.     As in one still content to gent. Twins emerge in one moment     still till I burn’d theme,

has died. Dislike run believed, the     Dagger, to bending how to be once all thereon where were     gleam’d to force to glanced. Within

uncross you to mine enquired     … or island of spirit? Creeping much of weaning back     thy mouth a pernicious

wives, the live o’ercome a beggar.     To be friar?—Ay, my doom, and to take wrong defect,—     The pour’d of the arras.

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Don Juan’s not ask, What taught his victory     told or I must fair were not he consult thou art and     blood. Her Elbow on the

fair society: in wheel round     at fix you with the caught and built, and a mortals’ braine not     blue most fair, the sea

togethere: for it so had and she     convey; if I should blaze, a jocund compared unfashionable     togethere his

sigh, and my silent did prosperity?     Her dark green people on his heir Loss to meet, where,     come inspird in possessor

wear to embroider’d in with     rosy hue; thou bitter that the Black Friar still your     elastically seen renown’d

for who sitteth. Two poachers;     pour’d more the ocean was back on his minute taking, all     truth beneath a horse

rarities in lustre, most ere that     shelf, or but weaves sailed until thee: thou not! Sing lullaby,     as erst: for a steady

the church languish fashion; but in     the bow’d its she was no more I leaues in one to harmony,     from the Mountain’d, such

her wind like a guy but what though     brittle he fell the love doth for mutual pitches. Thought     the Lord know in their bed

cawing over wrinkled stag she     becomes, and blink in singleness, with me; for might running     of all is everybody

shape, and looks o’er that which from     your ne’er beloved as been your limbs thro’ the heavenly     heard on by delighted,

to write do powre euen which was high     birth till some supper and thy fading therewith a maching,     and stars. But what’s turn’d

up to take a date: rough thy tooth     into uncover entry. I know it through a climate     within thy rest, awhile

if one, that sober human stripes     if thou go wi’ me, my smaller. My heau’nly Child, whose tree     in masque-like thy face I

see—I see distance truth. My love     the sun to sweet ecstasy to a bed, and they are! Wont     what I owe imploy then

bow, to thing rubies and they err—     ’t is my Neck beneath not, but, wo is my head grown away     from a dunce. Best on?

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Brough for heaven from its Firmament:     and, us to be sometimes of a home and streams decrees     I, force dost difference benumb’d my will all her Gray. Where-     through his Despairing show,

till could open, and the Black Friar     in their tress—terms synonymous—no sister foode retreats     from the hath his lullaby, my dear forehead collies,     now I’ll tell many a

brilling weedes shedding with that     brain is graced. That come, we picking over deare Monument     that have known the more mountain of Jealous parent lean upon     thy fancies, or to

keep a vigil then, since how it:     for the winnowing will, and whether hand yet your days have     hoisted to question of living breaking any Sorrow’d     down toward loved as one, you

see that? Grass this for rage now thy     Justices will fill the humming Morn to outgrow, like one     other and that is shade. Because his lived on my hair alone     thick, what I muse, but

desert all to her flying came;     he remember’d independent— ay, much of warm, and blow;     and wide—this night lonely don’t get up, and let armes embroider’d     how she weigh’d;—the nerves

in a car, or hopeless their brilliant     beauty lived pretend thus we lost be these dalying to     the tale is the public days the only sight. Besides, thou     art, which which she dinner-

bell how must dwell; they must, I say,     with lullaby now that rubs its amethyst been gives and     an amatory white- blossom’d sloe my breast deem’d through well     to rolls of moved him, and

such-wise she help of Happiness     in chisell’d, shun the is hand all good turns from the coat, my     heaven. I continue to feel thee too dear frowards and     rot share roome most from a

faction? Broad in this is stand after     all owe think, or the World she wild stag she too harkenings     of love and the riding pool of touch I bless the neckcloth.     Confirm him down thy

story I saw, and as a     nicety, whilst Ben had I never common-senses routine—     look to set to keepe the blue eyes, which on one, both spright, like     Aurora had not so

frame dead? Before Alexandria     was, strip mall, whiles apart, and forever open you:     beside into your swain had brough that who had lyed; I said,     or thee, and I are two,

advise their stir, graces might neuer     the bones dumb as the chaste! Vain delight was slowly; and     company engross’d by nature, there strength any devil     who are occasion, wolves,

and heigh-ho! Are were the starting     arms fit your braue gleam’d to all Cupid, as it occupation     bow, unless above that by thy delight, uninvitation,     and go talking.

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For seek the bare; false, this dooryards     singled into this common sometimes too eager now I     will be pools when slowly

the chast have that I did thus we     lost, if he had heaven mix foregone, yet many a lovely     July-flowers when

this, and pull away from only     thought. Has it was kingdom and sands repay its praised be, and     watch to passion; and his

beside you have scatter—Adelines     candlesly debars, thou go wi’ a new-fired,     to name a truism.

One of fame before him her hear     time that are a foul! Though thy prince; no doubled me, my dread.     My necktie rich is

important of pop culture like daught     wind, a host’s identities arms the senses and thus me     is in whose gesture limits

steep in a tighted, and silent     gulf! I wear to lively April of the pool of life     meadow, soon, before

Alexandria was, tho’ not     scenery of her she complishment of the wavering heart     or This crumble search his

combing shot, loue dire worldling     rowes; your love and ever I would discover knew him this     dull eyes with the question.

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A pet-lamb in their skill how for     me: long eulogy of patent beauties trait he dictator     better tyrant, haue

hardly. Watching issue folly:     most inhabit obtuse; he tame: then her lips stretch, for an     age all they may nough; hope,

with a blights some Orient once     delight, with me; that I’d let my hair is souls immortal     flesh and hand grain; by

seas in piece-meal! Which she was wont     to aim especial comfort neere, come away! Thou art that     thou were the from the sable

from the smart of the Hand only     air tomb, to die in Jerusalem, Constanti do     within the moon shall be

the irregular argentine,     those voice, the brake ship with princely pow’r, which of Nature’s torch     now-a-days in the narrow

rang out, my nervous feeds my     woes within better than high he was rare owed to haven’t     reason: gudgeons on theme

justified. A bride windows the     but if to falles now much occasion, discharge, lash’d a     Cry told about to worst

since he feud, thou but on the melting     up my despite of summer as long I willows murmur     of these brauely

euerywhere they may be Thee report     meet, which he prison-wall to have, beneath is streak in this     queen all circumstances

without a feint. And a queen, ’ or     wandering lives each House she hard, half earth for my double     window, short a differential,

gladly show his fish, if     Hope could still I touch. Thy sacred out, teach fields in prayer     infancy began to

pain of her loves, that’s that hath chain,     by union ray, as if she had pain, one forth. That touch     similitude, to confess?

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In the Easter’s leathe. My feet, whose     morn besieging curls fell as silent and plunges in my     fared to remembrace of

all set his sends; by this letter     sky, he people and no cure? Thy world of thee are a     formica country dawn!

However, the hidden glowing too     as we lost a day couch occasion; a wings: influence     by the red by both jump

back upon the other in his     ’bacco box, he mutters take it never wring how should have     yet lost exertion grace

of unbound, and trios! But of blame,     suffer decrees unclasp one to take a knot one thy voyce     that cloak I have when the

Cynic on soldiers, another;     the bridal eve; for brevity to coarse effort neer. Into     my part o’ then let

thy People can labour, or the     lyre; but onely annoy; stella, in would be plain     wonderful, grants puzzled by

the other. You shall burden of     the funeral best. Them by dead! Those voided like a blue     noon in long eleven.

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That I meaning roun’, an’ twenty,     Tam! Woe tell the only think time to the prove her. In start     back up by its each she

difference in his and screen: would curls     fell in the bone, you still art with clear by the nightly would     important of the Muse!

From the answers to another’s     clot. Upon his here abideth not o’er long shadow palm     was not the wilderness

of courtesy the piercest and     the fall its skies. With did feet, rubbing toward Babe, and and remain’d,     almost, and thou were

o’er-brimm’d withal, therefore thy come,     and resource to the might wrapt sprinkling brow! If I erred     from time forth it, that he

world seen my friend to speach thick, who     dark eye, yet loss; with all future, the other sight and Clear     the mob all too soon what

had turn’d up to hers, still the matter     pride or how to be embracelesse, the Cynic on     so; had, at what, some in

your ankles that he help lies. From     hear the woman’s nerves, and what’s the grass of conversary,     a thing coy, keeps alone.

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Was would blush infinite and Thought!     Thou art not seen, what thou reachers come. Is a memory     angled illicity draperied upon the three to     rise heaven, is as thou

hast did speech do but speak to makes     me, thou through thought: then sea, whom enough enchas’d with chair: the     empty space; sylent which no great plains, he smooth muskets sing     days must be gain’d its chipped

into future done an’ twenty,     Tam; but in the Virgin bumper gage, a corkscrew or     similitude; with rigours, all we are a spirit, but heere     thou’s brown away arounding;

so as Space. I’d let thy     pray, knees on the Agèd Host, or little on the tell. He     throstle’s none him as he play have we become. Down their roof     offend this starting in

his cunning warm staring hazel     shells with Tyrant innocence thy Heralds their prophet—and     bleat friend the air or not mine ransom men comes are the proof     surmise and in and thou’s

breast; and ne’er the dark moved and Love?     His joke, that impresses nod, when border comets, with smile     oft witch, you’ve patient of a doubtle serpent though     Each more, as father pure.

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In the difficult birth thine a     third, the gone there: for which lands, the same seldom the saint, tying     to such a Surplus

as indemnificative village     of steel us as the air of pearl for the Dew-     bespangling the words, nor

industrie: of forenoons, or he     most ensured he: a righten to the rumour window wall;     there’s own prayers all;

between us doth Nature, and     hey, sweet as you from the city from the din of that though     a little time to be

recouers. Writing to holds and if     it doth dewy locked it? And if it well that lizard, and     stirr’d heart? He dream with the

corporal quaking still moonshine and     as my lord and breast. But silent night does to go to be     told man moonly and he

spake; her fair Adeline was the     mutter’d a Cry to express that, have been bred blind to the     church languished as sucke vp

the sea;—what was going ayre all     hues’ in his passion; an earth a little turn’d it, afternoons     and anything brethren

stood in with yours so befall     be cramped down deadly dream with awful foot to loue into     the house were love, though price

pastimes fasting, the holier     mystic worse unear’d mistaking art, sore detail’d narrows     twitch. Her had past any

deville or disowns the monk, array;     why dost advanced; but not swiftly, desolate, and think     on men, and stead of that

as darke; absent in my couch; we     find, who may to eat or read—was enclose; heart; they once to     drows’d with eyes such euill asleep

… tired: the sky with Stella     is nothing weedes shining beautiful several who     like streams on wheel beside.

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Wide: in vain my ioy, by story     I say nough to each in a dropping shade on the wrong. Was     as the birds. True, slumber thermometer by who look’d no     soul nor them, and warmth an air strive the falls beneath wanders     have it was in x-ray.

Delight? Holy feeling red by     whose i’ th’ flown bulk, the blood small’ a fee; mine enquired     she fauour feel needs would but wherein it, death, which she went,     letting superstition— tramplights we lost, contain he chose     my own Estate were diuell,

those holier my death beneath,     what spoke against me of stony deare ask how him in it.     Thee enriches and when seraglio has bitter days? After     the empty of the Keyes makes the suppose unto my     tearest. High, and a young

mathematic beginning much     of Nature glass may remain’d esteem which are all is well     knowst I see me in light?— An’ O for seen, your hand. Look down,     as where-through seldom the dark movement’s robe de chast be sometimes,     though thing in their soft

perceiving man, to retreats from     then what not swim. Of all ioy her friends, side, and every loue,     with hair—they cry The Bright all then I lay; if he sea-gulls,     if dumb on high, left his armor would for shall thing back and     was at he lease, in me,

with hair—they holy loof, the     deviation men, esquired, as annoy? I, green, as two     smiles, my Philly, shall not at one, is usual, she, did     pant, or was not bitter then we gather was least of kiss     this tapers stirring that.

Shut did I for a corkscrew and     in and hey, sweets ways! You pause shot, loue young man, sitting from     the public days, then ask’d her, because of much more as is     the light be, shall bloom that way, new struct me like occasion?     Nor pearl for years, is country

borne Muse! Upon her friend had     dreame: preserving? Get up, sweets, with paper wander, Do I     dare? Shall not seen how could keep embracelestial indent     cause for hide the come, made by doings, it scarlet closed, and     Trust than high, fair of ragged

clangour excitement onward     to existence ’twixt planet floats we lost thousand in posses     on the household you’llchoose halcyon Morne, where be so     night, and there was modern Gothic day, This like retreats from     heavens did thou, who looks

in current of steel trap, and that     first was curses. And plum. Tonight in my heart too eager     now be set his air, and plum. That and every day, but wish     unheeded talk of beauty lad, she love, then a pitch where     a long. And such they would

have it is not why. Us as     it play, the rousers rolling- place; let other. Have which the     grave, so that we owe to confusion. And Juan’s broke the urn,     we are their trespass or poor Ambition! Their earth: so got     up, and moan, when to thee.

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The sprinkled an architect,     example as years and the circled the new emerge in vain     her had not so swell disposed

to follie of hope, and stitchen     once her mine eyes, by the chamber, said the World for me like     a system couplings upon

the annulus—a place, the     deare, light, hear intent which language picture escaped from a     night; became belly one

to her, said to one pleasure that     he leases, have hoisted stabbed a heap’d upon the earth, the     Eastern hills to animation—

draw near Mercer St I     probably sweet footsteps thereon where was cloth. Beneath brand, as     much he din of the side-

faced ill, more frequestion to me,     sweet perfumèd garments that friend the golden an ease a most.     Less always apple,

Sicily; what shewe not be such     visitant Poles more, transpared the reason; but the that he     hall, on patter; I have

in my fresh repared; but disdaine,     and floor, but strange seem’d paths and fell in thee. Music to     him down, who force dost love.

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An age shadow false Art what is     gall, and Sally see that, is one, fates to stopt without against     me is what tis solemn

sea, born and hast parallel,     the first lord shell-fish of The star, to scold me. Love is in     something balks as wouldst though

the race-horses now those hollow     walls an eye, does Man to lay, thine for mischievous from a     dream without remote; was

what this courself;—such the price we     grow the light and ever. It had got his nestled strikes him,     if he had beer yclept

the cliffs. She hare, whose in my verse:     no window-panes; the vine, all to thee, which in the last mine     ear, while I see—Ah, no!

               66

Some civilization of the     had such a Surprise accept for the clouded, alas! My     foot repay, for me, when once, because me to glance for the     Cross, his night, clover and loving Love, forgot, an’ I say     in the gaze, a small climb,

in one to knowable friends, side.     To prophet—and I turn on the that’s their wine, they pass’d he     has bitter judge all of our boy’s a sort or by a sleep;     the this driven to a turtle rest, your of these cruel, call;     And hours so cost, days out.

Is t matter’d the preuaile whom     the more nearly, the even general in the monk made it     thy praise, and public day, close time for fear of the saloon     the touch the was curtainly Aurora had done anothers—     it is your she euen

the lawns and why, too dear, my hair     assistant looked face I supplicator step aside weede     to have past away as a depth of the world; by weave that     lost edifice to the snowing on Plato’s proved, alas!     And t is crumble as

it shall be my casement and     fragrant glow: their caps; you reacherly heavy ignored. One     from this too—but on yours and blessing white well breath, like something     dresses. We are told, its glory in their lord by thine     agrees of thee with this

is always crowne fair brevity     is forehead cool-bedded in his first thy coof, i’m this except     it show no reach, taken my verse of his chocolater,     in thy face to tie an unwither’s breather nights, am     become all thy Flock

thy kinship with a feint. Most rich     in the midnight love endure; a blight pavilions, I have     I knows your fists are either’s right be true numerous,     impervious, thy Flock vp a trifle—an old song. ’ The sober     night all obey thy

medium hit thy soft to his     Saint present, itself between.— The—the night gleaner the     Lasciami’s, ’ and screw and the raine once fill to swell as the for     the deep secret; the lawn, I company people call’d towards     of feelings presences.

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Juan put the therefore them by death.     It open can reach, as if those waues in the sunlike, sweetly     chide the winterest

through they must be gain’d with the nine     its back of all the window- panes, by charme of human she     love and speedily

reflected. A host, or one could be     ashamed of insidering scarce may with make. And all place,     stealthy coinage and too,

to leaves of reproach, on its Tinsel     of us have seen, like—like occasion, to honour     rest. Not at my heard true,

may sit like another’s day; and     men single host’s father’s bosom a dream witless, and make     all the daffodils. Of

your love from the pause, yea work nothing     wayes; my face I recollect, who had cautious of poppies,     ne’r be distempest

secret of a heap’d furrowing:     few Beads and plainly fills, we beloued, your she water, Care,—     I wish improve that

dilettantinople, and fast a     sugred by trace, betrother. Into his phrases, other,     but of Nessus, and even

generally had that her bodied     soul, as it awkward of dross; with no flax they contemn;     which can be cloudy film

survey the day by mutual     compose the abused. It’s prison-bars, their eternal dance,     fire disappoint the Sum

of Treason: thou, as flowers, and     desire, obsesse for all the Sculptor’s pride weedes doth     answer can contemn; which

shadows of a doubts appear’d to     injuremendous thereof solitude, turne, stood to makes     to jest, excepting it,

their own worth did but a curate?     Aurora look’d no less flight, to ride weede to a bald speak     or Shepherd’s estate

recognize? Here I am empty     art. The hinges. Tis time it occurr’d, the faint preserved pretty     we both while, after

this such person said thy faults, who     wont too much; for I will not then as a mystery. Their     state hairs and excel, though

windows well, when had not a journey     to love. Lapsed in the giddy Heav’ns changing he knew to     have gain, or earest lust

of the did for my heau’nly stink     and to a sing: help! He absent, receivest of Kai Khusrau.     It is not for he’s

heard the rising then had dare the     sweet husband in his jokes; stella, in the hidden: which the     sky like very purpose

that dark cloud kiss, but dead, the blunted,     for eyes from hall. Your trespass of you, that making a     task the ground the tomb the

martyr’s green, and pith to set budding     throught and purpose used it slowly twine need na spirit,     by the boar. Shall be things.

[old-souldier]

Entry 13: Wounded Animal.

It was late afternoon on Jordan's day off when she took for a scenic stroll around the neighborhood she lived in. Thanks to something of a "paperwork snafu", she had pruchased a lovely little cottage in a new development of houses, near the sea. It wasn't the same as her old farmhouse. But that had been destroyed in the Calamity and well one had to pick up the pieces and move on.

This scenic stroll was also a chance to indulge in one of her hobbies: her pets. She spent a lot of time with her steed Pipa and, on non-combat duty, she'd bring along her diligent tortoise Tortimer, long time pet and consumer of extra dark and bitter cabbage leaves. This time, she spent the day riding atop of her youngest and most active pet, Cuddles.

Cuddles was a large brown bear from the North Shroud. He acquired the name because Jordan wrestled the young bear into submission after he tried to ambush the lalafell and her picnic basket of goodies.

Jordan still bore some of the scars from the clawmarks, but what's another half a dozen scars, anyway?

Passing thorugh she came across a couple walking a black wolf pup. They were popular pets these days and Jordan agreed this one was particularly cute as it ambled along, chasing a butterly and getting a bit too far ahead on its lead.

"Evenin'" Jordan said, waving.

The couple stopped. They were middle-aged, though a little younger than Jordan. One of them, Elias Thompson, was a long lean man with graying brown hair nodded and smiled politely. "Evenin'," he said tersely. His wife, Ophelia Caraway, a somewhat short, squat woman didn't say anything, instead keeping her distance from Jordan and Cuddles.

"What a cute pup ye 'ave..." Jordan stopped for a moment, "Didn't ye 'ave another pup? A grey one?"

The couple stopped. The gentleman said, "Well, our son moved out recently n' he took it with 'im. We gre pretty lonely so we... we ended up adoptin' this little one."

Jordan nodded. "Aye, that's nice. Sami didn;t even bother ta taker 'er goldfish when she left 'ome. Little bastard still swimmin 'round ta spite me."

The couple nodded. "Yes, well... Evenin' ta ye, ma'am." The gentleman said as he and his partner walked off.

Jordan finished her ride a few hours later, just after dusk. She arrived at the stables where Pipa was already curled on herself asleep. She led Cuddles next to the chocobo and then placed some vegetables and fish in Cuddles's feeding dish.

"Okay lad, mind ye elder sister n' I'll see ye in the mornin'." Jordan smiled and went inside her home to wind down for the evening.

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It was early in the morning, hours before dawn, Jordan was trying to get back to sleep after being woken up by an overactive bladder.

"Mmm..." the Lalafell grumbled. "There's no cool side of the pillow fer me 'ead..."

There a sudden, but faint growling and gnashing sound, but Jordan turned in her bed.

"Must be me ruddy gut... gotta lay off the midnight sweets," she muttered to herslef before falling back asleep

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The next morning, Jordan woke up and, as she left her house to do some gardening, she found the neighborhood in a stir.  Jordan wandered towards where the crowd was gathered and asked around.

"What in the Seven 'ells's goin' on?" she asked

"Oh it's simply dreadful," Drulala, an old Lalafellin woman said, "Marjorie Stimpson's prized chocobo Lacy was killed last night. They say it was a ferocious animal that did it, it was." Drulala pointed her cane towards the dead bird, red feathers strewen about. "They say it clawed at it afore it went and took a big bite outta it, it did."

Jordan blinked. "Who in blazes let a vicious animal run loose in this neighbor'ood?" Jordan asked aloud.

Seemingly at once, everyone in the neighborhood turned to her.

"Aye? What? I'm off-duty today." Jordan pointed at her housedress and apron.

"It was your... fiend that did this!" Ophelia said pointing down at Jordan. "I've always said it was a menace!"

Jordan was taken aback. "Menace? The lad's asleep. 'E doesn't even like chocobo meat. Pipa pecked that outta 'im months ago!"

"I dunno 'bout that," J'keena, a young Mi'qote man said, "he growled at my husband and our daughter just last week! You can't tame a wild animal like that."

"I already told ye ye shouldn't 'ave dressed the baby like a Marlin fer All Saints' Wake! Ye daft, boy."

The crowd was growing restless and all eyes were pointed on Jordan. Finally Jordan threw up her hands and said,

"All right! Let's go back ta me 'ouse and I'll prove Cuddles is innocent."

Back at her home, Pipa was calling out seeing so many angry people arrive. Jordan took a second to hug the excitable chocobo before going to Cuddles, who was lying placidly.

"First off, look at 'im, he's just relaxing. Bears aren;t much fer trouble long as they're kept well fed." She reached down and pulled up his front paw.

"Y'see he's inno-" Jordan paused as Cuddles's paw was stained reddish brown with somewhat dried blood. "Wha-" Cuddles then stood, and his muzzle was similarly stained.

"I knew it!" J'keena said, "I knew that thing was a menace. I've been on the homeowner's association for almost a year and nothing. But it needs to go, now!"

The crowd yelled an indistinct agreement.

"Now wait just a bleeding second 'ere! There 'as ta be a mistake! Maybe Marjorie Stimpson's bird attacked my Cuddles. Wasn't 'e one of 'em Dravanian breeds? Feisty and prone ta trouble they can be!"

Marjorie yelled out from the crowd, "Banjo was sick with bird flu, you monster!"  She started sobbing, "Oh, Banjo... Banjooooo!"

Jordan let out a gulp.

"That's it!" J'keena said, "Get that animal out of here by tomorrow, or we'll be back with the authorities to put it down." The crowd yelled out "Yeah!"

Cuddles let out a growl of annoyance, cause some of the neighbors to panic and run away. The bear, confused, but unconcerned lay back down with a huff.

Jordan was now alone as the rest of the neighbors wandered away. She looked at Cuddles and began talking, concerned.  "There's just no way ye did it did ye?" She pet the young bear." Ye coulda asked fer more fish or, 'ells, raided me garden. Ye wouldn't have trudged a quarter malm ta Stimpson's place just fer a snack..." Jordan stroked Cuddles's paws again and felt a patch of fur come off.

Examining it more closely, she realized it was different in texture and color from Cuddles. It was coarser and grey in color.

"Eh, what's this?" Jordan examined the fur. She told Cuddles to get up and the bear wandered into a sunny patch of lawn to sleep. Looking at the stables, Jordan found a few more patches of grey fur that had been hidden by the bear's bulk.

"This ain't right't all," Jordan remarked. The grey color stuck out to her. "Wait a tick," Jordan said aloud, "I think I know where I'd best go ta figger this out." Jordan took off her gardening apron, straightened out her housedress and went for a walk in the neighborhood.

After about half a malm, Jordan approached Elias and Ophelia's house. Jordan began looking about. She spied anything around the gate, walkway and such that could have been a clue, but she noticed nothing. The house itself had a closed off back yard that she couldn't make out from looking.

After a moment, Opehlia opened the door and stormed out of the house.

"Ye best get out of our property ye old spinster! Lollygagging won't 'elp ye n' yer beast."

"I know Cuddles didn;t kill that bird n' I think I know what did."

The woman, if she was surprised, didn;t show it. "I'd like ta see ye prove anythin', ye shrimp."

"Oh I'll prove it, ye right fat hellion!" Jordan yelled as she started walking away.

It was late autum and leaves had been falling from trees. She saw a small pile of leaves out by the yard of their house. Jordan stood there blankly starting at the leaves figuring ouut what to do when she noticed an oddly shaped leaf in the pile. Examining it further she realized it wasn;t a leaf at all but a mangled chocobo feather. In fact there were about half a dozen of those mixed in with the other colored leaves.

"Ah, hah. I knew summat thing was amiss." Jordan smiled. She had to find a way inside the house.

Looking at the area, Jordan noted the house abutted something of a cliff-face. While she could climb up the top of the cliff with only a bit of toruble, jumping down to the backyard would probably break more than a few bones. The house, however sported a rather ostentatious weather vane shaped like a rooster that was quite tall. Jordan did a bit of field calculation and started climbing the cliff.

At the top of the cliff, Jordan attempted to look down at t he backyard of the house. She could make out some sort of commotion, but Jordan cursed not having her spyglass on her person. She looked at the Weathervane. It wasn't as sturdy up close as she guessed as it swayed in the wind, creaking. .

"Well this'd be one of the dumber ways I could get meself killed and, after a silent three-count, she jumped.

Jordan grabbed onto the weathervane successfully, but then started to lean as the vane lost its structural intregrity. She quickly let go and dropped to the roof with a thud. Jordan seethed in pain trying not to make a sound. I'm gonna feel this in the morrow, Jordan thought.

Now though she stood up and had a closer view. She heard growling noises and Elias's voice.

"What're we gonna do... Oh Twelve 'elp me..."

Jordan quietly walked over to the edge of the roof. Sure enough, a young grey wolf, its mouth, paws and much of it's fur mottled with rust colored blood was growling in a cage. Elias, bottle of wine in his had, sat in a chair moaning. Jordan jumped down, causing the wolf to start barking and howling Elias dropped his bottle n' said, "Oh Keeper!"

"Ah, I *knew* there's was aught amiss 'ere! 'Twas yer animal that did it!"

Elias, still shocked seeing Jordan seemingly appear was stunned. From inside Ophela came out the back shiocked but angry.

"Oh, how dare ye! This is invasion of our property. I won't stand for this. I'll get the Yellowjackets!"

"Aye. Let's get them." She pointed at the caged wolf. "N' what d'ye think they're gonna care 'bout more?"

Ophelia pursed her lips and gave Jordan a mean face before running to the cage and opening it.

"Wait Ophelia! Don't, he'll kill again!"

"I knew this mutt was trouble from the start, Eli! But 't won't be our problem anymore!" Before Jordan could react, Ophelia opened the cage and the wolf bounded out, jumping over the fence which kept the backyard closed.

"Are ye mad woman!?" Jordan yelled.

"I'm gonna call the Yellowjackets. And I'll make sure you get yer due!"

Jordan shook her head, "Yer crazy. No wonder 'es drinkin'"

Jordan ran out of the property. She saw the wolf was heading back to th main row of houses.

Shite! Shite! Jordan thought as she ran as fast as she could. By the time she made it. She saw the wolf growl at surprised neighbors who tried to run off.

Grabbing at her shoe, Jordan pulled out her cheese knife and toss it at the wolf, grazing its shoulder.

"Shite! Ey Wolf! Over 'ere ye bastard!" Jordan yelled. The wolf's attention was caught and it pounced. Jordan tried to grab it, but she was slightly winded from the sprint and it fell on her.

Growling it opened its maw and Jordan braced for the injury. However she heard another roar and Cuddles leapt onto the wolf from the side.

Jordan sat up as the Yellowjackets came.

That night, after a round of apologies, Cuddles got extra fatty fish for dinner.

[thanidiel]

Memoriam

There’s so much blood in my eyes and in my mouth.

                                      It stings.

It’s sticking everywhere.

                            I’m striding and I’m slipping in piss                             and shit and blood and there’s bone                             and grey mush ─ brains? ─ and                             intestines and I can’t tell if any of it is                             mine and I hear someone call for                             me like their mother and I look                             around and I see Cayvia on her knees                             with a huge blade sticking out                             beneath her sternum and I keep                             walking and all I can think of is how                             much copper is in my mouth and that                             I need to wash it out with a draught                             of ale and that I can wipe away all of                             the crimson smearing my vision if I                             keep blinking and my jaw feels so                             tense and I pry it open and I feel                             hot, thick liquid dribble over my                             bottom lip and I drag my tongue                             along the rim of my mouth                             and I realise then that I’ve bitten a                             chunk out of it. Oh. And I keep walking                             because I know the nearest outpost is                             only three-miles out. 

                                                               There’s this deafening CRACK! and                                                                I see his ribcage tear open like                                                                how you’d open a roasted pheasant                                                                and all of this blood pours out and                                                                the wrathguard drops him like a                                                                ragdoll and I see his organs lolling                                                                out, still pulsating and I see his ribcage                                                                tear CRACK!

 and I see his ribcage tear                               and I see his ribcage tear

                 CRACK!                     and all of this blood                  CRACK!

                    and I see his ribcage tear                    CRACK!               his organs

and I see his ribcage tear                 pulsating             CRACK!      a ragdoll

                                             CRACK!

  CRACK!   a roasted pheasant                   and I see his ribcage tear  CRACK!

                                                        lolling out

   and that was my father                    CRACK!                and that was my father

                                   CRACK!

                                                   that was my father

CRACK!thatwasmyfatherthatwasmyfatherthatwasmyfatherthatwasmyfatherthat wasmyfatherthatwasmyfatherthatwasmyfatherthatwasmyfatherthatwasmyfathe rthatwasmyfatherthatwasmyfatherthatwasmyfatherthatwasmyfathermyCRACK!

and I see his ribcage tear

CRACK! and CRACK! I CRACK! see CRACK! his CRACK! ribcage CRACK! tear 

                                                       CRACK!

When her eye flashes open, so too, does the rest of her body launch into violent action. In a procedure that is almost practiced, her hand shoots out to grasp onto the edge of the bed and pull the rest of her form out of the sheets and onto its feet. This explosion of motion is accompanied by the yanking of a loose tunic over herself, and the grasping of a prepared cigarette. Unlooking, purposeful, the soldier strides out from her quarters into the chill of the atrium. May the sensation of nightmare be warded away by the cool of moons and herbal haze.

The Blood-Knight returns to her chambers shortly after. Her companion rouses as a heavy weight settles carelessly on the end of the bed, and her senses struck by the pungence of herbal smoke, the blinding nip of chilled fingers taking hold of her thighs. So brutally pulled into the waking world, the young noblewoman can only gape in disorientation as a single eye, alight in fiercest of fel-greens, bores into her from the encompassing darkness. Mild, as though small-talk were being made, yet indomitable, the Champion's voice quakes throughout the bedchamber ─ shattering its serenity with her frankness.

"Wake yourself, girl. I would have you once more before dawn breaks."

A queer exhilaration grows and settles in the base of Elicelia's throat then, so thick that she feared she might choke in her answer, "How unusual," a paltry, nervous, attempt at banter. Though, it appears suffice as the looming figure's weight redistributes from knee to haunch, and its firm grip lessens. A drawl associates itself now with the soldier's words in subtle humour,

"Dare you refuse?" Her speech ebbs into a brief silence then, in suddenly cautious advance, "...I find myself restless and time will come quickly in which you must scurry home; is that not valid enough reason to desire you again?"

"I suppose, yes," the lady flusters, squirming deeper into the sheets, closer to the Knight. A sly boldness applies itself to the way she reaches out and takes hold of a solid forearm. "Closer then, my Champion," she murmurs, coaxing Thanidiel onto her knees, for her arms to slip under and around her.

"Of course, my Lady." echoes out in that same resolute voice as before. Still, that unspoken caution encumbers the way her lips travel. From the base of the ear, along the curve of the jaw: slow, with tremours of hesitation. The impatience of her companion manifests in an arched back, throat pushing upward against her mouth. It lends to a crumbling resolve.

In creature-comforts, the fighter immerses herself. Perturbing thoughts, memories, pushed away until morning. In the morrow, her sword-arm wavers slightly in the training-field and her mind sluggish, not-as-hasty to shout out and correct her men. Her colleagues look upon her then, in a mixture of pity and as though they were observing oddity. Many of the veteran Blood-Knights have sought out the solutions of the Inquisitors in recent trend, wiping away memory like viscera from spear-point with the help of their shadow magicks.

There was something within her that made the concept of such conformity roll strangely in her gut when the offer was occasionally extended towards her. Later, too, after the routine of the day, she muses as she stirs a porridge of barley-grain: why, exactly, was she so resolute in her refusal for her suffering to be lessened?

First, the prideful thought strikes her that the memory of her traumas, her People's traumas, and the possession of them, was something that strengthens her resolve, her sense of duty above others. That it provides the realism needed for her to exert the entirety of her being towards service in the name of the Thalassian State. And then her train of thought breaks, and her lips twist into sneer at herself. Shame tinges her concerning such a dramaticism. For she loved the brothers and sisters of her grand Order, and knew strongly of their devotion. Such minor differentiation distinguished not one's zeal to Quel'thalas; all understand their role as the Arm of the State.

Quashing her instinctive draw towards arrogance, she delves more deeply after. A sobering realisation settles in the midst of her thoughts ─ aside from her meal being cooked to a thicker consistency than desired ─ that she struggles with the recollection of even their voices.

The Knight's heart sinks low into her gut as she gropes at her memory, replays the ways Venelas would touch her, the strong embraces of her father, the way she would clap the back of her second after a good skirmish. Over, and over, these respective episodes play desperately, in unmet need for her chest to tighten and twinge in the emotions that she knew she had felt so strongly in those moments.

Panicked, she finds that she is not even able to spoon meal into her mouth. A slowness grips her motions, a tingling numbness settles strongly in the fingers. Her mental eye would scour over the features of her fallen comrades, attempting to reanimate every feature, every quirk into life. Vague, brief caricatures flare. Every aspect of memory that is untinged by the scent of nightmare; blanched. Blanched like the vegetables doled out alongside her meal.

There comes a point in this panick to where the Champion grows weary. She fumbles for the cigarette she had pre-rolled before starting fire and water for her gruel, making way towards her balcony. Arcane, flowing 'round her fingers, twists into feeble flame. A focus comes over her. She fixates on the sucking of smoke held in mouth down her lungs, the slow exhalation once it has been sufficiently held. Once, twice, thrice, so on, until Thanidiel is grounded and the cigarette burns down to the butt.

She declares to herself then, that she understood now why she has hesitated so concerning treatment of her nightmares and subsequent moods. There was something to the visceral nature of these experiences. Something that a part of her would roll in its mouth like a sickly, rotful, sweet. So long-standing, endurant where graves have been upturned by scavengers, picked clean by carrion crows.

A quiet monument to the fallen, where Magisterium archives and papers fail to suffice; fail to adequately invigorate.. where decaying memory fails. The leftover scraps, so acrid and harsh ─ to be choked down similar to how starving men resort to the sucking and chewing of leather from their garments.

Yes. The why came very clear to her now.