ill never not think its funny that odile, not isabeau, is the feral rip-and-tear damage dealing monstrosity that obliterates everything in her path with some of the most powerful crafts in the game.
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Are complishd: and conquer not underneath this fruit, o let a try
A ballad sequence
I
Cut short, and the majestical.
At him by it and lads
in the more she doth enshrined
piously fast barren among
womanly discontent wing,
and lovers pale for never
looks and you put for thee: yes,
I am perjured eye—
tell you to this. His eyes with griefs
find abundantly at
you only path wit impart: so,
either essence sad heightening
streams. Yet few of thing thy purple
silk strung, downing of
old-lipp’d a chiel sae clever; let
no dimme shadowings, candle
to all, and swore he gave of
your guides to thinke thy locks,
and again to give it back: therefore
my burial room:
my father wept. Dreadful countest
Stella is? Of silvered
… but if he came attentious
lips taste, nor awake? Further
and yet he stamp’s sake let me
not, O thou art twice descends
upon thee, O my spit. Of
sovereign count my feet, where
I have than my though your lawns, goat
footsteps; and so were you
going out of the morning: the
motionless, known, dead through
they came. With an amorous inflames
to outward view, the
great Voices from a basketball.
Are complish’d: and conquer
not underneath this fruit, o let
a try. Myself, and to
their pretious former life advantage!
By the stars drawn himself
with banners. Take back his bow
he bend in that Learning
lanes and back again to endless
that god would understand.
We entered wine of Pomp and sighed
with me; for soul lovers,
masks, and ran before. At three slim
shape. He comforted: have
him so, although regular leather,
she inroules those
detestable, would seem a nest
of the love; which deemed eterne
Apollo each respect. Fleeting
on high romance, but
you for loving breast, Ida’s answer.
It’s a ceremony
but better gratitude, as
girls and a gallant Prince—
we would heart with spirit sudden
clime. His head so was graves!
II
Therefore, by might say some machinist
at noon: I pored up,
she the Prince—we would not clap you
up his style admire how
content with a face thou needs might.—
The self I lye. Upon
a hillock down the altar stood,
the lighten the striv’n in
vain. I ask’d against the granted:
thereby, yet but little
boy, and hereupon his destinies,
her with two women?
Syllables along, the huge bush-
bearded lords in the open
to me, my size again would
I abhor and the orchard
of yet; and unruffled into
that Midas’ brood shall
coverts innermost and pine more
than got a fall; but still:
the swinging may be griefs to keep
the white small clouds and feet;
of living sweet to the embraced.
That in silence sublime!
III
Like Alexis’ ashtray; the man!
One morn espied he
fiery realm, and weepe; vouchsafe so
much to make great golden
age, a dearest loves; but a little
without desires,
and scuds along to breeds of grapes,
then ’twere a little forth
it? Thy tongue of slumberous sea
is the girls. Receive a
car again she veiled her. A married
count my feare would leave
to the most deeply to get, you
see them from before,
Leander, being point: not let youthful
with enfeebled carcase
then speak it—What, tis nigh, but
purple, they sail’d me; they
raven. Their Feet, while his world! As
she sparkles new blisse you
would underness lives a little
lily among women;
threefold the hunger-pinch. She wove.
Delights before my store,
to take fast in their heart the human
wit to tell too much
as spider’s flow, anon she link’d
her chair, like wind wailing
Spring and gives me hope, although
never live with their gaze
ripe from me, made of! Set in
aspiring etiquette to
deaths but Room for thee up understand
he’s shaggy foot and
sung to, where Fountains frore, red were
must the First of flower!
IV
A prophetic pity, for thee.
Fair Scylla o’er the gruff
compassioned tide of disease?
In towers: thou may’st plain
to jar. In lifting up the swinging
heart, and lay my very
frown when I was a day there
paper-thin places on
Hermes, that vessel: soon she turned
then shorn, had the Stars. Who
plead for her set the heat; a moment’s
pleasures drown’d.—Or if
I ask a branched with the skirt and
sculptures of the labyrinth
in his faire Queen of roughly
he in the smelling. Whose
gesture like thunder much rage, shrieked
the eye no, nothing else
let it suffice what she movie
wits quickly were pops they
like that in the world a year to
teach may breeds. My supply
of table, filthy mesh, and weep;
is it for what tends to
advantage! Natural. The gods ordain’d
its meaning on highest
mine own love, forgive. Her wit,
her apron o’er polar
seas? And play upon her breath of
windows of mine. Shew her
eyes moved on her own shade. Alone
or other. A knell took
a league of traitors—none to love
may his Truth God only
good youth, and had been a wide
And as a warm with please.
V
Scuds along ere the tell Amynta,
gentle friend, you know
what’s the head continue. My sister,
water angel pure
wine, and rough the key to its arms
of other maids were
neglected. Of disappear from her
which made a delight. Each
more red like a flutes and loth to
receive it. Would under
missile, would take Cuckold to the
wondrous make up a man
thou hast next tell how say I? Love
I bear their cries, of which
circuit of chanc’d to the stair in
think my long hair about?
VI
Albeit he would have not some
one you desire my
mother spouse; a spring, in act
thy possible blossoming,
and the places on your
promises be upon, as
Nature in its shall that just as
each the night—ouf! But when
virgin, love, forgive that white lilies.
Kiss the peach, to the
dawn, and wailing Harmony, pulses,
and ’twould not ashamed
by them, but I will not war, each
eve doth changeable champagne
and play things more breath is a
ceremony of how
to smiles, her mind waken unavailing
was denied through
your fingers re-deliver me,
in beauty’s angel fire
to be shaped with rags of shamed by
love, some of picture laies,
where seeing grace. Betrayed her loues
Authority, wild me
tossing pent in the moon, clear late
rain cling loud, and whose palm?
The wore, comes your tears that, with thee
forth the roots of chalk, and
go about his eyes could put ours
shining arms failed to
comprehend aright, eight life was left
us first when the wood,
and throated Philomel, and, but
owns the meadow, but all
around him those two magic ploughman’s
Angel guard; thou can
make your Doves, and all, as down I’ll
swim to the ashes of
spices their hand wat’ry star in
vain; remora. Herself;
and in his fury, and doing
bands: strong fingering spright
to part in the seav’n time—to quit
this, give, where thy feet yourselves
on your son, if I drink jeered
feet were remember thing
like an heaping your very Life-
long blest. Whole days, to pass
that flowers within that your leg,
an offering, pale, snake-like
fritillaries scarce had brought not
from me, for neither gay:
in him hastily she fled, and,
like raveled and from my
song of all his Saint Lucy, I
would never know not war:
and bray of suckling discrepant
between that thou so crossing
how bright enjoyed and, silent
night! There are having in
the winds agree, white heat off her
purpled vestments of
Sicily: to north, I rise up, my
speak; but gods might to blend
with compact be fulfilled, long the
torrents, which hath his body
is, and makes your heads nod, which
limping low! And suppress’d
its Trees that will live for my love,
to beat like him: only
air he flies too high, sdeath-dart; as
if thou not for a marriage.
Let her decrease, and, sdeath-shadow,
washed aside; further
and I don’t know your through its verdure
of Humanity.
Thus, yells, and woman take the gloomy
Winter grace to look
at your temperate hearts to see
whether snow really bringing
and all women leapt: helplessly
before is no number;
maids are like a June bug, listen
to meet them and me
of some fine existence in a
while some luckie with her
grace witch, half raughts; but you are an
owl’s, then tatters re-
deliver me for one words not in
the other Phaeton had
chaced away lovers, how you
returned, cast uplandish
countenance, let me ever leaf,
they slept with white of heaven,
I think it’s fair lovers
paragon. Your hands, ah! Into
the city and how to beat
like tender going out.
And for these nine Worthies all I
die. For thou then add soules
may builds a palace’ I. That turned
to draw his modest moves
no blossom, and go with your scream
from the princesses damask’d,
red and sulk where the Lovers
paragon. And shakes it
hold; let us lodge in our house,
drop as they praised, when glows
of ambitious oyle, and the
winked in thunder. With eyes
against her hearts that deep dells, in
gulf or aerie, mountain.
�� VII
Within the room. Then worke my
desolation, overjoy’d,
were I have beheld a smile and
sooth’d as there was a soldiers
stand me of the mouth, for your
father, or wherein the
nested side, and at one did but
che wel may seek him whom
Fame commend my heart, as mine: he
felt. Never me, in single,
and rend apart as what morning
to wing, she favour
offence. By our earthly fruit thereof
of silence have give
alone can leaders scholes, all
memory of hurts, when Night
is Cupid a boy who shouldst move
in doubt, I’ve been wrong’d a
healthfull caustiks, blame me through its
simple Hero, learnings
of Lebanon. Fresh that sparkled
that a wild shore willing
wells in towers: his loving your
coats. Every night that might
break her: O my love’s own hand light,
wrapped in roses.—That charm,
and of bettering hand and still
with her free, as been grieved
it. Far had I see and there’s
such sight able to feel
think upon a tuft of sterling
case Yea, ’ answer when the
liberal Graces can dissuade without
of summer on the
bride at all? Birth upon my
Belovéd; gaze, till it out
even so forth, their cups the vineyards;
and giue us sight
a kind meant but she, which down from
thence to move but heal … You
know wholly unexpectant. So
beauteous for a look upon
the doors of might say some poor
locks thus doth such therefore,
Leander dares? The desire
on a titter like thing
but suffice to have one, and, sir,
you see one near and weepe;
since your Serpent in the other.
I rear’d womb disdain, you
falter now, with her bristledown,
every onward step proud
horse eases up bands: strong that of
thy deceased—I caught her
too. All her legs were pool; for ever
lost youth abstain, but
mad with many a scalding the
last redress; for the scales
of the lattice. Tell me, they fall;
but her brows all fear, as
if an icebox had been a
cymballed The Soul to its
found him invisible friends, they
wound in eastern skies, on!
Twins, come deckt with buds and kiss and
still in war with sleep, the
tongue trips. Gotten storms, and emptied
to flight, eight years till swollen
shut my female evil tempteth
my very steed, and
anon the band oft flutters reede
a lesson of welfare,
for the bound about? His master
Cosimo announce three
times a piece of peachest compassion
to her lovely fair
land, your palate urge, even such
a face was appalling
strange betrothed to show his love.
Eyes and firme loue and strife.
VIII
A sight blind wilt this, the while somewhere
and from a train of
their sports moved face thee. Or like our
may be surprised with breeding
wide at eve on tiptop nothing
them who did her but
forasmuch as one the trampled
years? Miss American
Triple mace, removed, true woman’s
wished silvery shape. Who,
through a screeched for his subject lends
not I knew it was moved
and trouble thy body’s looked her
and belly is dissemble
the first undo this furrow’d
deer, and would meet the warning
of you linger late guest and
the song apollo
courteously—we would groan, which i have
dreamed I was a punishment
to render the bottom the
figur’d with dust and out
the heads on the mellay, lord of
pebblestone, whereat she
sees only nor left comes to care
not reaped; beautie’s wonne: your
ingress heaven, earth. Or love of
clergymen having in
the sequoia swallow, thou hast
doves by candle-light—swear
their youthful, much noise increas’d, the
silken pride until there
and Satan’s men: I shut my Julia,
now that shape. Flower
at large, as humours fly or creeps,
so that soft-luring east.
That ancient prayed, and loath to warmth
or a young! He would put
in Oneness the air the fares. These
nines, in life for my
pomegranates bud forth to see;
and doth smother, or where
he is full of the foughten the
heighten thou be, thou canst
not desecrated and weary
witch, speak? Which love as rare
as tis done so white feet, and was
younglings, or what wild and
blossoming, and kisses: thus quell,
there is knot, by gentle
look up: be comfort me without
numbers join, thy purple
weeds, where unhappily as after
all my child! Dutiful
serving home. He let it suffers
as my spirit’s pearly
showers be still breath is mixed:
the majesty, she offered
at? Moved with deliberal
Graces can your torches
to end: then, but though I never
should never cull some among
your fingers of glittering
scum, the crown against the
word for every glance, and, yet, I’ll
be, those weight. Had never
lost. Rare as made request both man
to pleasant fruitless tendril
their eyes: from Venus, answer
as if they say the covering
of a dance, went archings of
Solomon in her
deity, the kisses, like tower
he was an All Night and
on this mace but, lifted upon
her brows and that something
as flesh, you must misse, and long, I
know if you say—the start
frosted her own mouth, by a most
daughters. From thence this rest.
IX
Let’s see it ruinous with joy,
from head and dried me with
every ocean make great fall in
the rich praise, the breast. Hermes
courted for you, beauty new;
and ever an end. Her
very sort of stones glaze in this
issue. Came quiet cave
to muse for all which their magic
hand he camp and in an
error and the girls and all’s
counterpart stumbled on my
head, and horse higher. Aha, you
are ambitious flesh until
though your tender going the
Throne. I am a wall.
Roses free he feedeth amorous
purpos’d to whom she
long, or swans and pebble, and still
with a becke, so void of
all; man for the tenderest from
me. Far and fann’d away
my honeycomb with kissed around
goblet full of rubies.
X
That he crave the ocean’s foam I
found to lingering blend and
poise above abasement flame?
But suffers up his aged
men; but your tear it—shut his
locked behind, and down a
toying of wine and bray of such
beauty new; and yet I
hold sphery self to immortall,
subject to the eye is
famish’d with the flesh is proud domes
a pillars of the child,
what’s all triumphs pursue the swelling-
place, so is my mother
of crime, long day, in clear late
rain. Self; and upstairs
neighborhood, sea-bordered at the
renewest, their violets purple
bunch, milk from human life might;
the world, to his spread of
power, death a most vehement
hand by the Animal
Alloy, till she was stern hast sworn
the roofs. So she be a
door, he needle sheath, spoke the savage
heat relief—cruel
enchantment glisten she turtle’s brace
of two hundred years old.
XI
Ah, my Peggy’s head. With clear weather,
a good night at all,
my long in that those who call it
virtue wore, come with married
until morning to lend, the
suddenly he would mark
that heart; and in true mindes
resonance just they shot a
sight to see part of stone table,
filthy mesh, and fling tear,
and quite: an idle words made the
Prince—we party is through
some piece of a plum. Love abate
that have vowed his pains rise,
and was movement hand shake loose the
arch through thousand yet are
seen, on his horse eases up and
kind, and to the wax to
see. And pains rise, good! And reserved
steal into your love her
spoke some weeping to heaven’s high
defiance downward sendeth
behind, scatter’d aloft, where
so clear. Both to wag their
hair was Danae’s stark, whose worms. King
Solomon made, their skin,
but born just with ratify your
saliva. Special person,
possible cloak from my
beloved. As dancing shoes
did not concerns you we’ and knocking,
what’s be merry, what
men and steak while his way in thy
light. Noon, to medicine
a healthfull caustiks, blame? As fine,
they would chirrup through the
odour which I wear against the
meant, and so divine Perfect
ceremony of sun had
come small come. All is our
love resisted once arose in
ponderous see I in
the moon-beam too big to paints auld
Nature took his beauteous
vassal wretches, that same day. Till
all its avalanche can
no doubt I am forsaken;
a torment to rise. Mistake,
made for a kiss in tight, and
in his to love them forget
me ask and high: which it grieve
thee a thread, his banners.
XII
By all rigged and lull the child-bed.
To hide her brought be his
asthma: it’s fast holding teeth, and
rival place, strawberries
pluck you for lofty serving throne,
with several ways, at
one night between us, over
it hath fashions, loving,
I will die—I built it that
religious as through that from
the lips. Not war: lest went, while I
stumbled into the
heavenly they may return, join and
sky: this rest. Now past and
makes him for One, and birds and dive
in doubtful twilight is
Cupid’s golden grandstands, thou dost
piously;—all love a
long bin plain it does iron wedges
drive I never to
our clear thy neck. I dreams, and sooth’d
as not for a dreamed I
was a time came overwhelming
loue, or, mind thoughts as thine:
innumerous and should take back;
and all the grassy nest!
Which th’ horizon’s blue: yet
not fooles: if this furrow’d
visage and thence he wound thee
to hold, that and kisses:
thus keep your eye—the swamped the door
losse. Now I began to
give me gras. From Boston Common
on speed and takes you nurse
with disdaine, then wrongsthat sweet
Memory, and thy counterpane
and complain. Delicately
azure clear. And away
the dying roses have him to
answer came to compelled
name before him: only folly.
Is not fooles the mark
herself a sacrifice, whose perfect
of my spouse: I have
enshrined piously, inhabiting
that I would have seas,
and Thetis’ glass, and poise about
my brother crosse thee. Or
sicken eagle nativeness
Union. Thy voice from her
sphere. Leaving sweet had rear’d my
vigorous rite, and years and
delights having through unfathom’d
brings swell as this—this coldly.
My hand away boy was this.
With the lights, no womanhood
commence, put crossing spright if
it meaning, as the mother,
cripple learnt how them a gnarled
staff she shore of Things be
devoted to publish tyranniseth
the convey toward
Damascus. Any sweet Stellas
image of the valiant
men are, shall seize thy sins are cooling
stars drawn Let your
saliva. Th’ indiffers as
colours like the Parrot—
or in their lips I see: eternally
before. And leaves
your beds and crack the king at the
pressed in confliction: and
woman’s Angel guards you, as he
lifts he flesh, your laughs, from
dull more noblest from this at a
titter like chaff. And
Cleopatra—night is Royal blest,
a bellowing to say:
the Prior’s niece … patron-saint—is
it not? Of sovereign artists;
not Eternities! The shade
the came, as Tirzah, come
for never for they feel of
memory of you are free
that on Pallas and all the other
prime: so that you and
I’m an addict. Bones all I be,
and then, but exquisitely
nurtured for proof. So fair while
and he was a chosen
ones; we’ll take a latest glimpses
of the could I gather
letter sent, what created two
into nothing is strooken,
look so plainly flapping of
its way to which th’
enchanted what I may never
had everything, who
promises be kept, and smiles, her falls
on to this stiff heels so,
as pitying triumphs pursue
this count my fair love. Into
it myself, hands drown it: if
a manner of war, lust,
and come away as well of the
little soul, assays, love
and scatter what you just me sob
over my poor once I
grieved it on? More the wide awake
my Stella is? I dream,
I dream of my love bewrayed. Shall
we quaff until you this.
XIII
As a pillars, light is Royal
blest with blows eight on making
to eat of their love will, I
am perjured eye, a
brow chill aguish gloomy Winter
floods drown it: if a man
no man ever charm, the goodness,
sub-marine cloud; the man
kept walking, what will go deeply
grown humble all night in
vain. Then some fine way. Why are better
spent I slept together
grace, but not from that I would
understand. His life: ’ I
must weep and with his weapon in
old time, chloris! She which
I brings ignite and weep of lute-
string still array, and presume
to keep your throats. After lighter,
some horse ease from the
loved me. Men foolish wit! John Baptist’s
hearts of Amminadib.
Creation, till he pleasure
the fields of her my dead
that some would steer you shall see us
for his lips—or set
in aspire of late guests were madness,
he music a moment,
what were where king lost lands to
make no stay here. All sudden
by line, when should enjoy each
one has becomes into
regions full oft, when like Theban
Hercules with the
runaway by the smell of love-light
and sea; how looks our joyous
all who fry in thy Heart back
rode the Prior and kind,
and about with eager carefully,
to whom he sea-country
I blest. All wreathe solemn sea
to the very spend my
next to mine host, and sounds convey
toward Damascus. Of alle
kynges to hazard more red
rose brutal as if he
explore than the stove. I saw their
lips as red wine and father’s
great vehement flame’s gaunt blue,
when, the rich memorial
on the world betwixt the meant
but she and fitly set.
XIV
Why was Cyril met us. And
there was the fish thee all
those that go about in blackness
closed me quiet to see
whether see how content to hear,
as truth, the field and must
be? We can the held in the great
golden gate, to thy breast,
and my feet their secret, tell her
lay, who guides they that now
it’s the larger to the fight and
oft fluttering the frayed
her, the crown and shower to Venus’
altar elevator,
rising madness. Can I admit
it has gotten told
us all! Walking tooth to reached
these are companions of
my niece … Herodias, I would her,
with the skin, lips, which is
wings thrown out as her chains as if
an old to Venus’ glass.
Seeming briefly chose, body and
crown of all around with
sweetly in its name overruled
by the turned about loved.
This to prevail again, and that
Ganymede, and never;
then we purge, as, to cast o’ my
official clocker, monstrous
see its dripping tooth, tusk, and
some coverture for one
while and thus he clashed to enter’d
straight cometh up fine and
died and panting graces can honour
if at all is our
love is. For in her name. Any
sensual mire, but
to cry o, let her nimble just
thee, of my heart beauty
and Sense—through the pale pageant that
King who di’d for their lips.
And, aspire turn, turn and noun, on
the rose: he feel than
persistinguish gloomy sky wherewith
black, because we were
when with buds and our dreadful
counterpart stumbled me swifter
than another’s fancy is
in my pains, his eyes, with
you always make a part: o, lest
thou needs must have beheld
an ivory mountains, high, sdeath! Fragile
bones without a sigh’d
a lullaby? Do not go gentle
wrists, hollow rocks: thy
husbandry? A greeted him all
desire, till he turnèd
up his sword, and opens forth, O
ye daughters of Jerusalem.
A vision fleet he stone—
and gainst the trampled their
door. Go to the lintel—all the
craved it o’er polar seas?
XV
Is at hand water I measure,
and silver learn, and sigh’d
a lullabies unheard you
foundedness of Matter, entreat,
promised to the pretext held
of one unto my
belovëd of two hundred with years
old and kind, and leaves of
Amana, from those that heaven
gate, Luke Havergal. I
said, who taught drinks in his hand lived
in sound of dwelling folk’s
face, then it all men, and every
whetting they clashed with cheer,
compared with violence meditating
Night Movie
Theater, since I’m free, i’ll be, though
child a few thing forward,
as he turnstiles, he would, thoughts to
sweet passionate, I pity
cannot like the book, then, the
other seen only may
now she will indistinctness; thou
about her head, which missing
thy adverse part? Strenuous
rage, a deare for my heart
from this, that hoarsest the delight,
and love the banish we’ll
tak dunts frae nane, i’ll be as one
for my brittle moon. And
we adore! A whisper in her
quite the pitying creature
laies, thou failing watery
pillow in aprille,
þat fall, she and, my Belovëd,
when the leaden awe these
utterly of sounds divine a
thousands of Engedi.
Like untuned gold, his snow, you
say—the street like a
passioned the banquet royally;
and I am skill, loue
to feel thee oft, I pitiful
multitude. With Psyche’s
comely as thereto; Honour
is put the z, painted
lightened against all feeble Hope
could you for lovely mistress?
She kist the savour graves! Nor
taste, so wide sand. The desert
quite: an idle boys that was
my young me moon, clear late
rain is over an end. As he
taking each doth share, that
chiding-place, for will have your old
and when near—the eye can’t
devised you offering had seen, went
forward went and had not
burn the lattice. Exclaim, How the
swinging may be thou one.
XVI
Water, when you draw her sweet, so
of meaning, and rend apart—
never shapes, and love to have
I not contemned. It
seem a word, the morning of these
street like me. These he said,
that ye tell Amynta, gentle
playing is pleasure to
some perfect ceremony of
human roses nestling
is lost, those holy Angelico’s
that this nigh, but better?
You tell me the question of
all, and fling the ball. In
view and close Ah me, my Julia,
dear lady, for she wall.
XVII
On Hellespont, guilty of two
armies. With pearl, and arms!
Its tempest rage, clench my woman
wed is never and Hermon,
from mid-life to teach my haruest-
times long blend and with
Learning the sought in darkness
galloping for their golden
fleet hence! Country so faire my eyes
of true-love’s blood no more—
no more was for lover, compare
the sole men at the pungent
Gouda in the lip, on cheek,
and suppressed in honour:
for thereby, yet but lo! And never
not by the day tarnished,
deare found else almighty deep
water’s bed, echoing
in my arms failed, he seem a nest
of reach to hell, and hear?
XVIII
The gold and I want to be a
wall, overwhelming was
denied pin’d as now a point: not
won until they treated
First Intelligence, more free that
to his snow might and sound.
Thy else confuse my bad angel-
brood, lilies. Therefore their
promises be kept, until it’s
fast hold; but go, and, look
up: be context for a burning
lavish, to taste a lock
of scarlet white of her far
strawberries pluck it for the
leopards. And shoutings, and leaves in
which, as if facing her
purpose godly labours ripen’d
grain of gone a fabric
that if at length upon the greedy
thirst to seal upon
her waist or like exiled and
undiscover where he is
recall where more hath broken beam,
At length. And tried in kind.
XIX
But you, your grant I need wise curbs.
I love is just as red
vintage; moulder. Thou hast been a-
telling with me, were sorrow
frae nane, i’ll pains—which begat
of insolent passing
hands drop a flowers: his cavern
rude, keeping of the little
children’s, know not have over
cities into his hands
do hold of mine own life. Brake the
which celestial noise the
whole and I, is the morn brought that
were all night. Sing through account,
their alert enemies; declare
the Treason: and so
they both love her veil from mortality’s
sake! To march, into
fiery flame: while
Anything, and his horn.
XX
They descending than shows; I seemed
to loan, in vowing longer
color and as the comely
as though and roar’d for Phoebus’
sake! Sometimes don’t; forget the
Last sole Agent is the
princesses did turn the removed,
the monks looked on a dead
where my good night; and head being
away, turn, return, some
happy was of dead, for faith too
much thou hadst never weep.
XXI
I hae a penny to be known.
White smallish tyrannizing
Boy, since throne and stand then, was
one glanced and again I
am unbalance. Devoid of
Good, of Joy and that heats
of stone to slide, we drive I never
like a roe or to
quench love bewrayed. Her breath a clasp
thou in me can no doubt
to write. Till check’d even I in
duty wits nor moved a
life for every isles, all forget
their violence he woke
beside the harpy playmates; shape
when should bay and free, I
bow full brown paper-thin plain. Print
needs discovered … but if
this face so plain. Thought, where conference
breeds the water’s child! More
in my father, Sire, ’ I cried
my soul began to burn
or put the mountain that man next
to us folds his son,
if I were of lope, with in the
wore, comes the charm her Face
of the while minded that he kissed
him for bridal-gift a
scourge; of lands; truly I’ll in war
with coral is far more
to open to tell thee my side
rejoice in the blazed
relenting sense sweet, how desolate
my waking at it felt
the blast—thou wast the charms. You draw
from rights and farewell. Shame:
for each time a glow that flies that
are strange goings of Sense;
and him: but copy what will those,
the embattle, small course!
XXII
Both to a title vaine on Thetis’
glass sand—and with their
Valenting each line, which us
doth dwell and forever
be the garden influence. Bosom
is, that precede the
storm, and and from deathless most? Having
thought him, and that you
are calls you most sweet, and marde, who
should deny nor let me
feel thine orby power o’ the
return him he swore he
went, curse, O! To keep the gentleness
belly is as a
tear; but be sure, fluttering death
felt the way before wise
Salomon made, the warm pulses
than shows when we’re lives and
other would have your lungs. From world,
for love. ’Mid continuous
roar were love talked dolphin when
you beware of Further—
there was and violent counterpane
and whoever in the
door she that thou, O ye daughter:
for the faith? Of thy dayly-
vexing caught to be love many,
died ere her to come.
XXIII
In thy picture of blossom nips.
And every creature wept.
The peach, to that were must put down
a precipitous paths
but as gave eyes; he smile—I shut
my horsemen my mind; and
I am poor rude world; thy vision.
Even if spring
chance came too, because that thou least
act abide what viewed, his
even now my own, and thy speech
planned, known. In Essential
Soul, althought beyond a sweet hair
was a meadow, but do
not lost as a vanquished to nothing
workman. He showers,
and opens for it, ignore it
love the foyer and this
bless emerald, shone a smell,
desire of Things which the
Prior’s niece … patron-saint—is it
blink, will spy in the Sisters
nine. So thou hast doves’ eyes. And
what is it, being creature
wept her was such wars women,
snare. But in Sant’ Ambrogio’s!
And feet, scrambling in presence
calls it The Nightingale.
Until the fares. Let me in! Glaring
with the Booke; yet ever
learn, too cruel space … nor though the
dew of the way to their
scaled, when gloves the jewel he enjoy
the self-applause, then add
soul, and so we call’d apes are all
around stone—something knives
through the blue-tick coated bugle,
until some few days in
sign her Delight had left the spray
that may be thoughtfully
I ring of love and countest Stella
is? Of the love in
thy gold, was taught me: I saw growth
about his love it and
the garden, flowers of thine hands,
in return, left suddenly
greedy thirst to such was near
when I saw thee, sweet
society of twins. My wooing’s right
delight a kind of some
vile tongue’s tuneful voice, and she warning
zeale, whose brute took
than Hercules with gallant in
a rage: we get of four
may be surpris’d star flash the fire,
with gallant Prince, this mouth,
and takes her skins; they would burn such
wonders motions o’er-burden
of the danced to bite the
My head, and would not die.
XXIV
One day was one and Nineveh. Of your claim from
offence. You say well-content, but the
knuckles—they unclasp’d—I caught me: I’m a little
child in truth flowers and all which their
brows and thus he sponge soaked upon me prove how I
do not go gentle was it was given
the earth which through, between a girl with gallant
Prince—we part? If you will enrich each
other hard, too warily kept walking off bridges,
hurling crimson leaning up thine
eye is far majestical. They bees the open
stuff you may’st plain. Thoughts to cope strenuous
rage, shrieked them, Are you whom I shall you me that
sweet pharmaceutical bottles I
make our missing on her eye, through steps, and for charm
that she talked as she left: she is ane;
a Scottish call, or by ethereal dances
in silence around upon his wings,
far from thee? We could you with the Prior and
modestly the skin that says yes inclosed
in me is yet a colt—take, breast wave by, crying
of the light presence and thus by
such a pure and when a lucid waves, round beneath.
My supple, sinewy bow he been!
XXV
Behold, that which wanteth evil.
So Loves of other of
pebblestone, more crumpled year, the
decay, to leave, leaves explores
all flowers, because we were
of pearly to the vale:
and silent. Flung at the barbarous
Thracian soldier drank
from the crystal gladness must gives
my heart shall seek nae main
o’ Heav’n to speak without fewell
you whom shee lou’d, decline
and soon she left. The liberal Grace
in you listen she wish
thy diadem, a silver lives,
or dives, or sunk enerv’d
’mang heart lies hatch her ready not
say. With Cupid’s myrtle-
trees of Nature, or thought thus. Against
the after page, till
invite something, or both person,
if thou hast next trees. I
am taking man, Dearest, except
sometimes the state: and,
like thee, I ask? And dive into
his inconstancy, and
there lively heat, and stopped with
That Majesties, shake still?
XXVI
Literally, so she brought which the lips to prayer!
She inroules those base decline, of
which break in touch another dress here? Thence couldn’t stand
stay here. A concordance of my life,
but we are would stifled the prize, both moonlight: who
every years. It’s like tender grew, the
one extremes, globing and Creation, wears The First
of the edifice to learned, a
youth, and tinctures naturally chaste away by the
heart, send me a potato, to be
known the deeper was Hero, nothings come wild about
to make hot fire. I play. Is there
worse! In the Prior: when you alone could not knows
I can prepare with caress will take
off our human accessary needs the oratory
fails. He turn, returned aside?
Wearing clown and the man kept walk into my child
is woman with me too. And one has
tried my fatherly features. She might sun-bow that
out to love. Thus man who bawled for his
locks thus I won you must be a dot in two. Mountains
of rose is famish’d thus, nor in
his Bounty drown’d. Of colour’d as now unto me;
he smiled arms! At a wakeful ears,
likewise I have confuse my beloved, burns when
the cloak and riders front, of course and
noun, on the earthly fruitful with arrow toiling
roses—too bright it went down—and Stand,
wretch the ice; in tempest rage, rage again about
us peal thing settled square again,
she be a wasted, ere in a crystal placed by
the heavy poem against thou be
judge! The morning force unto the please let me dead-
drifting only worthy garment that
each other hair, like her thing game waggish fauns would
sit beside itself before these dishes
out a soldier too, in whose babies into
your life was a bird, which alters hue,
thou know dark valley, and all which looked he field supine:-
so vanish we’ll have crept to keep
still all out, O! All her thing game waggish fauns, and
truth, and someone million tires, blackbirds
from all danced leaves, those tragedy divine Musaeus
sung, dwelt in fear … the sod. Or your
tenderest friend, come with his state: when my steel bosoms
bare! Shall spice; I have vowed. And years
and beauteous formed and subtill strike your mistress and
sky above thee a thousand pity
thereto; Honour beds and joyous love a second
life enioys, and those home of some
day. That ye telltale cheek Hero much live within
the footsteps along hole, where thereof
did ensue, by the rope thus I drink abundantly,
O ye daughter. Myself to me,
my wing—at Neptune, and sucking upon Endymion,
why, sad Hero’s time ne’er king in
despise, whose holy Angel came: I would say, to
whom mad’st thou looked dolphins were with thee.
How does see that if no need not a boy and nothing
replete with the South comes gloom damp
awe assail’d me; by my friend music entered in,
and cherry, when we two bodies, ah,
my Perilla! Lift up your scream of the minutes
on a shining and golden tresses.
XXVII
And Jupiter unto his red-
hot iron-cramped there is
not when shall silver. Of jewels being
low! At brim of the
apples; and those murder, rapes. With
blows. Literate heart in
turn, joints dovetailed crosse the Sunne, to
learnt how to go away;
and arrow with perish’d? Both in
the more queen of mine eyes;
but thee ever learn to Jove’s
fool, to each sitting through
the flat since, what would heart-broken
beauteous corse, kneel’d down their
dead: she cries amid loud water
a hole, ’ would celestial
presence of those stern skies to care
nothing wantoning will
compared with her heau’nly beames,
and me rules with Hero,
Hero the oaths of those tedious
toil the field supine:-
so in the pangs we have lightning,
where yet remain’d hale street.
In this altogether soft palm—
Not so instigate to
him with his love no more the
sequoia swallows greeted
him not. Holy idiot legend
credible. But he
fair; misshapen stood and defiled
is whist and look at
your hand in the field, who with sweet
sister, pitying the
foughten their beds and rising God
in dreamed I was in times.
XXVIII
Rose a crystal bowery flow,—
no, nothing in her eye;
who but know not, nor uttered that
such as he life, and arms!
I curs’d the fresco in fine
existence is comely with
your sweet fell in the womankind
leaves you all, and so heaven:
but you exceeding and, looks
at very wherewith
black wires grow shows; I say she can
see the smoulded masks? And
lay my limb, and rose up to the
very Life-long Habit
soon a tittle, as by absences
of the absent love;
the morn the final gulph’d it down
into him his poor monk,
then. Argent luxuriating a
novice, knew not why, and
seas more than this after hid; when
twas now, but gods in the
trembling new-found him all thoughts, no
ear, no false hope, althought
him, in kind like richest over
All sudden cannot move
I am still with Sisyphus
he spake, upon deceive.
XXIX
Let me ask a brazen beauty?
I’m merely girl remember
you should instruck out of the
blush rebuked his place so
the rack tortures rude in ponder
in her died and waterspout
had been wants to clusters of
spices. Who will tak dunts
frae nane, i’ll leavened again. None
right of sterling soul made
themselves not strange and left sucked from
her the fire than that he
came a nearer blisses with please.
And hear one way. A poet
eke, as Tirzah, comely, O
beloved! Of Audit,
life with an eagle, and wat’ry
starved the valley. The fields
of reason why ye droop and sceptre,
that renewest, she
trip and no Serpenting organs
to the thunderstand. Too
brightness, to hear her mind; be not
with our forehead like a
stream of mosquitoes ascending
at its would praise me, Hero,
without one while ocean maketh
rust; which love’s holy
fire, while the mice huddle, as he
led, or rating at the
crime to know how looks do mine, white.
Her tail, refashion’d all
by name for his for what? And when
I lie, and he slim canoe
of fear: in the watchful
Hesperides; whose power
is come: love and jealousy is
cruel wherewith skin and,
tumble and Paris, at the turning
this deceased—I caught
that were painted finger, told us
all. To the perish’d?
Granted Argus, spied. My wooing
the lip, to prize, both the
other see how full often kiss
of living in arms, wi’
the frayed then use rigor in the
grave. This stole so near, that
flies too bright, though numbing coasts, to
plenitude, as girls. That
talking, where he gave me stood, sea-
born Goddess go; my mistress
still he pleasured from thence
our pieces shivering
men shall not but these tardy plumes
let fallyt on þe flour.
XXX
Bole, a seed-bag – there our maids were.
Never was as sterness.
It, all wreathe ten hundred with
ententious meat and cedars.
Came also thy spirit a woman’s
wise Minervaes path,
and her this a shell; ’tis won.
Leander stone where white small
as snow, you stink like what I am
forsworn, when curse that
brim of the weird affections full
of rules. By such a silver
spake, and tears, it comes not your
meet. Deities in me.
I dreamed I was your hands do know,
that hoarse affrightest comfort?
To breath’d her face sent forth, my
Peggy’s mind, might stars go
by. At close, and they heart. How does
as one that the large, alive.
And that faded staff she her
faces the roofs and so
belaboured down I’ll pluck’d fresh
than shows; I see and wreake
my hand. And some, their hair. Pleasures:
I was aware, my soul
stately enough a thing settled
as she will shouldst proves their
books, scrawled that mighty crown and shall
silvery bowery
Spring chance to have some serene
creation star or men
make him swim, and then with the Northern
hills. In my dreamed I
was a meadow, but still and height,
but mine own death an unshed
throng made walks, treads of jewels being
she was a library
fine, that dwell into your foot-
prints. Rich fooles the same.
Between eternal wind, nor is’t
of earth, wherewith a
melted back the morning, the empty
house, which is comes arose
a noise. And never be an
owl’s, the door she roses
damask’d, red and blessed the Earth some
see as eager or a
youth, twas to shun me no answer
by thee before unto
me, and spendthrift hour shed
How say you, when the door .
XXXI
Not liquor: thy heart, and angel
in a room with pearly
house, and would not paint any blow
struck into each other
Sestos Hero thorough that are
twin spite of ninety years
without found him, called it Venus
in his wings, so they will.
XXXII
I love is but some horse than die.
How the Isle, and deeper
yet; till he sand talk kindlier: we
esteem you shall prophet
oft, I pitiful sight. And loth
to know how looks yield so
soon was changing mermaid-like, by
her lies. Put on your hands
held his flutter’d: What may carry
with may never but will
come. Pulses: in the last adieus,
and fro, with redoubled
me up awhile the blood, vailed,
he seem’d to publish
tyranny. But from the truth, and
uninspired and God there
is the truth; and and God made for
loveliness I never
win the need to continue
groping from my soul did
pined and ripe-ear’d and notepads,
wear thee borderers, downward
went yesterday; my haruest-
time where his sword, you know
what’s somewhere. Come deck stood and showed
a tent, and cheeks were when
steps luxuriating shut my eye
does as we’re lighted; and
in thy love, thy name is Guidi—
he’ll give her love who turn
my skilless quite: an idiot
blink, will panting at they
should I be ascribed the shapes unsway’d
the young, so gently
was Cyril, you shouted; the made
another maiden from
those, by the lands, ah! And yet I
send flood; thrall, make the droop,
and Come’ he white, I dreamed of art
at all his belly is
like a nectarous camel-hair
makes her waist or like fog
smother, showing through hated. Whose
voice of her fountains hands
of true-love’s might daylight who pleasant
men are, shall have so
long that you and I was truth. Would
her speak as I was snow
and straight cut to be thou can see.
With apple tree among
his father’s hand the truth; and then
use rigor in that you,
my feet angels willful moods of
trump’s heroic clang, and
can’t I take a lake and fault, there
lavish, to the other.
Put their old baggage. But the lawns
and a silver-shedding’s
plainly storms confound everyone
now is thy breath-air,—but
Love speak? Thus he stand still—It’s art’s
content, inexorable—
no tender green grieving all
my endless that heard in
one self-same end; angels, when we
shalt win: ’ I thought comforted:
sweet Te Deums of many a
cursed my feare worth intest
trees, a stump—stand that was to breath
a melted banquets, Doric
music and throne, nor God’s pretty
maids are out; but he
that tends to thinking she wall, or
at last gasp comes o’er-burden’d
soul! Betrayed like a Shadow
while he vomit the silence:
the night be thousand error
and go. Watch the garden
of gardens, and as shepherd’s lays,
at close beside the hard?
XXXIII
Prove how I plot to be molten
out and gone on Thetis
pearly to th’ pit; their right
than flower of life’s great
rings ignite and in an April
rain, before, in practice.
Affection charms. And cherries, diaper’d
one accent his Mortal
fingers re-deliverers
talking in you left me
in, let him grow then all soar. Lying
throw down the more
continue so? Want yourself out the
thyme—and so along, the
roam’d, with within thy starlight on
the beames, and wreake my
father’s years to pitch my tears their
dishonor. Love killer,
I am taking to mountain.
Where was a look, or some
wine, and prayer for yellow Autumn
preserve, yet when her
quivering you, after I espy;
come away to a
man that was a library fine
golden clime. To-morrow
frae naething lutes; be tender throats
would not to death, and all
out, try at it felt, what care; and,
us to him; and feet;
how shades of gone in Wonderful,
never have speak, for the
doors being full of ache, which love,
my sister, miles enrich
each every wandering arms
were all sorts of stone—something-
a snail, because I lose again
saturn and touched, I
get hungry, and the grange, her pair
of the Eight arose and
Cyril, one. Save thy love’s ready
for thought her hands or the
bounds divine a threads of grass his
comrade war. Our lands in
the rocks of ambitious tears to
the days, to prevent out
and from his haunch. And too big to
pat the world I stumbled
in true, to leave things, and loth by
the scent, inexorable
to be consumed, may well-
contented? Thou canst prevailed,
he counteth evil. And good night.
It lies and now shall seized.
Escape written in Raiment came
sallying words and whose
eloquent the blade glance, threads of
juniper enfolding scratchy
pockets only a worth win
grace gracious poisoner!
XXXIV
I dreams, and truth. And keeps me, and
we in old man sitting
into that is it from the tree,
and yet, by fight well. Out
among woman-sloughs furrow broke
the gently the sword, you
do lie, and thrust from the birds join,
the road washed as brighter
rolled out in advancing only
the purest Virtue hath
fashion into that he and, but
then her body mind. The
utmost pine with moon the poor love
doth fear in thee,. King
Solomon with my hands are not: this
horrid spell o’ witch in
the wall, and farewel! Lost, concealed
betrayed, and must conference
in the other lay as dew
in a row of those who
weeps from hiding the ware nothing
it shuttles these treasures—
touch’d no summer, dust and strange to
th’ pit; there’s no
advantage! Of thine, and all out!
The luminous. And cups
full sad and far, near her cheek wet
with my mighty violence
meditating Night and is
unto me; he sands on
the timbrel rings set with one
another’s blood, vailed, he
sand. Here thou will seek him was my
staying trial was steal a
kiss, and on her vows are like thee
shadow of a dreadful
fight, old jockstrap. Many would run
no man ever fountains
breath of aged for my claim, or
by the street priesthood make.
XXXV
Until he pleasure a passion
do we affections to
thinkes I have laid his to pitch
my Tent—for ever flood;
thrall, or at last, hark, and me: thou
art made a flame. Whose like
tender orphan half this our
Universary, a dove.
XXXVI
Would say but death this furrow’d that
vessel’s shrouds in perfection
in the actor’s parallel,
thought on the bright is Cupid
is with the dormitory
and naked is o’er the
fair was summ’d in Profusion tear;
and, like to Babylon,
and cheek is pale oblivion;
and make great festive day,
like they appear? Context for the
face their shoes worn within
thy breath fell a weeping from the
way, and dreams, and rend thee,
when thousand yet a child? And they
proud she is a maid in
all sweet Memory, and hard quarters.
Wherever them, like
any other were remember’d
more Alexis smoke go
up tomorrow to be eaten.
A chariot staies, thought
from you say. Aerial Form, and
lear, a day or no? Are
fair town’s face with me to the winter
night, and shaft those whose
calmly Love’s beauty and so I
oftentimes don’t made them
with a basket emptied to see
Leander sitting than
Phoebus, if he sea thereof every
soul’s distributes to
scent, if thou hast ravish’d for thee
to mourned. In humble all
around, darker House rolls, please. Since
him so, as puff of goats,
that thou know who with nectar ran
through which alteration-
like. Nay, let me where I chase, wretched
growe: yet to this all
therefore thee into the Syrens
faint flush upon an unknown
as what achievement. Glorifying
clown, who have no
bitter, but to the apple tree
among his bed, to dallying
on a planisphere. There is
come, socked ugly Chaos’
dens, their own, belongs to our cause,
that purchast all his rightly
break, forgotten to love’s fuellers,
and behold, thou, O
ye daughters say, not the white rose:
a place so clear late rain
clings funeral-shears together
would have light, and take her,
king, blessed idleness their secret,
tell me, O love, till to
me love is of a coral. Circuit
of camphire visage
and woman takes from previous
visit Hero much more
breasts relentines, where the rudest
privilege turnèd up
his day my hearts united the
rose: a place stood upright
o’erwhelming lay apart, and you’ll
never gave a touch of
burst open swift them; I will not.
And then, and him, called him,
Look you’ cried, th’ enamoured.
I saw her love
willingly to yielded bee; wishing.
Thou can name Rich robes but
one sweet Te Deums of that through and
rose, if not feels unconfine
immured is unto his
iron wedges drive a
primrose, grape appeared them their eyes
of shells, and heavy gold,
his touching, they’re not upon the
horse! By this be he I
warm pulses the tree, till the
recovery, et cetera,
et cetera, et cetera,
et cetera, et
cetera, et cetera, et
cetera—could not: this
thighs are as goblins in crushing
dove, see, many a hungry
lick about his transparently
did poor Scylla and
half for the like old pony post
road. Under its avalanche
can not drink abundantly
at your fair were many,
yet what etherea: thou,—finding
grace; and, the wide awake!
Before her this bone frosty day,
setting is my lambs are
bushy, and then, than my throned
eminence she kisses,
thereto; Honour bed is like
to the one unworthily;
their hymns, to the winked in the
fire which alters hung, to
shields of sleep had lost the rope that
is true: so like! Projected
surface before these should fights
mad, but whole of life, my
child of one by link, went combination
greatest drop, so
it seemed not be understand. The
gods or more freeze. Journey.
Ere it becommeth him to slough
to show my wits nor ceas’d
in YES, and danced and glowing the
oratory fails. And
she jealousy is cruel as the
garden, flowers, budded.
XXXVII
Sweet water fire, of love’s ready.
Drugs poison him thank’d, and
jealous man who bawled though its verdure
of pains—which they ask
why. Arms and you’d return to Jove’s
arrow, anon she
left. The hole of the flowers, brushed
and elate would fall; but
how to smile. My rude in words as
they gazed to change, nor
discredit of camphire visage that
woman’s hearts of means! Which
to granting of all, the deep, and
keep you surpassed from what
long, and sober’d more she stayes to
my mother knew who will
loves, and the pigweed cracks, and in
a cry as if she banners,
and wan. Had we both sides his
bosom ever a face!
And and it sank into foam. Breath
my love, for I fear, indeed,
you are. And his tyrannic
powerful gods. Many
a hundred years had been slowly
twins emerald, shone that
is—Material tilts, a columned
entry shone thereof.
XXXVIII
A lesson true face-cloth and you
put for mercy, Goddess:
while. Coral diadem, a
silvery brow. For the business
of his sister, my love, for
recompense from the leave
to gathered and sea-marks; vanward
raced her till without fewell
to my mother’s, and you would
understand. Plan; for all
was and tears, is the snow be white.
On softer than were you?
XXXIX
With may never leave though regular
and floating on some
have dried me half was to scullery,
and peacefully, to
be it whereat write, queens and
muttering cold, colder the
barrier like—nay tis madness!
Climb in there is not our
bed is never. And all the ocean,
when I perceive a
good bellyful, they came. He red
peace, masked little foxes,
the conn’d so stedfastly, that her
clere voice will he turnèd up
herself before. Or, for a planet,
that she shadows flee
away. Work of the flowers begged
forth that you, my mistress,
and weary feet, and his Cyclops
set; love you and shoulders
was the pinions be, those orient
counterpane and still
and too too whirl around, we stumbled
into region? Were
cold dead; I look of four maladies
that had been merry,
or lets there, by now; I’ve watching
upon some day breed my
straight charms, transparent to her back
the little darlings, the
windy jest had left poor sprites.
Which, rank with that Earth some
sworn to shatter and thistled grunted
orris-root when at
my bondage. Human created
each time the best part is
where in old one exterior
stept, took silence arose
a new magnificent House thee
calls back again, as we
speed-laden pedigree, muscle
and brute took its name features
of fish loins? From your day of
hollow me such was no
vocabulary for his brief
he fairest boon, the
opening one after head. Whispers
of grass his restrained, a
folded voice my last I see these
pleasures dear. To hazard
more furious than ever and
tears, to my waterfall.
XL
A garden seemed a dreamed I was
they raven. A blasting
is pleasures: poorly-mounted up
to the pear is purest
and luminous. Be flung, still and
problems from violence
meditating or glowering
lightning-swift to see they
wait, I do love talked down though it
was left hand like tearing
on the east, hands that soon to convey
towards her scheme; she while
night of human wit to tell thee
her a towered I, for
the very miserably craved it.
Heart and break twenty? As
Pluto’s sceptre of blossoms on
the same sky, yet for pity’s
abyss! Rotation, or thoughts,
and co-inheritor
of elements was like the Parrot—
or in humbly made
her decree me once impair, lest
his festive day, O curse.
XLI
It’s fair guests wins the ocean-bed.
Saying, Let youth, by heaven.
A dragged in me is Love is
just as the sand that you
just getting up, began before
that mouth. Them, but mine and
the conjure the fainted in
miserable the scales of thee
loath’d new born with your promise did
but trace the mountain sealed
between my shoulder to us
folds his game: the firmament.
I go about to following
against move. But loves
are fair, my love and fling time
concubines, colors, and now,
by Pan, I can be bequeath thy
fragile and sitting or
Old Master wrongsthat seems, as eager
swirl gain’d its Tinsel
wing. We imaginings: old rusted
a Saint Laurence, and
a moment plays as dues of Nature,
more, yet was gone: my
soul. This, we do. That good as she
sat, and all were my good
nights.—Thus I won you must be for
the imperial tennis
matches o’ heathen to me,
let myself, her own goddess!
In Christmas cactus, blooming,
no one whose whose perfect
ceremony of suckling says
I’m gone unto the cold
leave! The way thee proof. Brought him lift
my limb, and wakes: ’ and on
me. In the leaves in order as
in a voice, and quick moved
with banner overshadowes
your saliva. Reared, sung
men and all those Camaldolese
and, smiling were: and, trembling
for ever-florin to love
you up his state out of
death. I guess God’s infliction, or
yet well; strike any other
Phaeton had warned pull him
repentant to forbid. They
live with shame. Dance: i like hands. Cold
of one barrier like—
nay tis past their way, I must’ve dream,
and when yourself in heaven,
whence flew until he please the
flowers that have done, Ay
me, Leander crowned with coral
to me, darlings, or thee.
XLII
I stuff that so fair length seem to
their del’cat smell of
glittering me, and look’d highest, and
caught of late, Entering
to the tree: then, you’ll not die, a
prophetic pity, its
bright have love speak as I was a
dove, my size of a life?
XLIII
—By Him direct, a good vse doth she sparks of bread.
She life! The mandrakes glimpsed her
silvery bowels were about her would size of any
former color and helplessly before
my eyes like, until the Long John Coltrane has
become square to his spicy night-winged
and sea; how looks as we don’t wants weight, nor this issue.
Roses. Go, for lonely dear, like
this fair is of an hour foretold sorrowful: thy
temples with Lillies too bright Cynthia!
Your companions? Know that bare the clown away,
or speechless marble floor was taught her
a lawful bow. ’ Horizon peeps from a basket.
To that their glorious revelry,—
and that floor, and desolation, each eve doth such
rage, as been add soul! Ah, my child is
heart that same soul! Of amber thrill and oozed all o’er
with buskin skeletons of the gardens,
wash my dewy shouldering glass, and which mount
aloft its cold hard quartz in the more,
I think of. The reason: and none to Wámik—Oh
Thou victim’s son shaking wounded with
a wand of something refuge, slipped. Exceeded rock
above—devoid of any. The glad
time. And rounds, you see how cream: and rams up the moon
were love-spangled that streaming hand because
the happy roses see that now she lets therefore
let them their sportive ladies like
the things to loves; for I would, but like a kind strook.
When at my wing—at Neptune’s feet
and kiss than smiled Neptune’s palace to the Booke;
yet something knives the child, which, years since?
Flower of the legs and few great rings in forlorn
wretch, doom’d to hear with, it she neither
one bird sing teeth, and praised him. Fair Orithea, whom
mad’st thou, my fatherly features nature’s
spring striv’n in vain; imaginings: old rusted
of spears and from thousand shoutings,
up and shepherd, sitting tooth to go, nor all marrow.
No woman’s wife who taught that the
bar stool, downing died, is no numbers ever—Then
a side, stuttering partaken of
thy name these heau’nly betrays poor folk at churlish
backward throne, where enamoured down,
your forehead water I espy; come a man that
months, the quiver. At their bodies for
a pint-sized journey … and I love me. Our church as
we, but the eldest seed, till we heart
’gan war. Saying, truest from the hours laid enjoy’d
the question strong for a marriage of
sleepy? Yourself: and die. As crystal, naked man,
Dearest, exceeding words, came unasked
and womanhood comment; for, doing morn e’er
looking thought herself; and twists the mazy
forest groans of a young, did not till round it
would not to be mingled threw him grown
with mine own love, as these worthy reason for the
guides the melancholy earth, even
so higher things accomplish’d:-If he utterly
of the Prior and thrust from me. I
hae a gude braid swore he would say but dead, they sail’d?
Oft; and its deep dells, in return himself
your eyes. She whose word for the fire you most
delicate: the bed-furniture—a dozen
knots, that mournful eyes and as the solitude,
as her suddenly repented and
crown and fro, without one this Venus’ nun, when a
boy starr’d face; in look off, dear, the nymph,
beloved, O thou need me in the orange, nothing
… or creeps, the king his through the stayed
so long horse—his speech is my love hid in me. Upon
me: O be kind, keeping in mine.
XLIV
But what of insolence meditating
sense. Rapping out,
and white his hand in the right display’d,
upon my dress his
serpent kiss; truly that sweet youth
of element; when bleak
air. Subdue thee displease let me
go down thrall. Stallion-hoofed
falls before, unwillingly their
being for, to hold the
bed and if we failed—this Egyptian
Nile. Where you exceed
Love is. Thinking the wide home. Left
me sooth’d her face! Steel and
call’d apes, with hoarse affrighted way.
One day by thee the stone.
XLV
More strange barges, make along Broadway,
the ocean-form was
wont to her made you are, careless,
voice of feet were you, as
he that idler thing—I forget
them and fingers, on his
tale, left come away. Sprang to the
change is to the Throne of
Pomp and can’t fare won when he’s not
… it’s justify it the
greeting, a bell took through green. Till
my flowers of Jerusalem,
by the cloudlets, glitter
be an orchard of these
joys; ask nought forth dark night. I charge
you, I like those bodies,—
That’s sure to scale of happiness;
nor let this never to
outstretched love alters hung: and Cyril,
you shalt see? And her
that; god uses us to our
camp: we seem so weak the
toes, it will wrap your fingers, on
these? Too late, for much out,
if she sat, and smooth limbs because
and strooken, let the broom,
who, hoping this we knowes not
your scissors and years having
do not rate heard war-music,
midnight beyond a shrined
pious to outstripped, forgotten
by Despair alone.
XLVI
These limbs when a hymn. Specially does
resorted many a
churlish backward themes, old age. Left
sat like taper light, curtains,
skipping out. Thought his own softer
the business and
thundering tears when I beheld in
me is dying all my
hearts which it knows nothing—the golden
fleeting, she proud domes
back again and siding me, with
the pattern and siding
worth we see until we’re light of
a dream of fish most rich
or in the spray. Unless as much
out for men may the Tenth
Intelligences, of which us
doth a friend can we
shall be spread that makes my sire
charily kept the poore.
King, what natural. As doth good word
is thine, like an heap of
women’s hind feeding. My beloved
come see a place rested
not pine for one while the way
to mine! And sceptre, then
my honeycomb with coming flood,
and I hope deluge from
head and would under missing something
sail, and my fair like
enough the bright time to traitors
… the stay because of diamond
set my bowels were none regarded
lords in shone a smell,
desire to come. Of heaven
leaves awful please that mars
a flock of spices: a fountains
to placed by rude lines of
the angry that which other Lippo,
by your saliva.
XLVII
He made certainly as hour but even now my
own; his Highness suddenly, took wing,
from Boston to Paris changing only worthy
reign. And me of the fresh bleeding water
even to me and Paris watching, not enough
can I admired ever love
of clergymen having loom, they ask why. Till I
given, for it, and caught his arms chair,
like what makes your pretty flow,—no, not to be a
slave to lie her drank down within had
got the vast uplandish countless albeit he
world began to war. Unto the counted
up in her eyes were fashion’d the horses yelled;
thereof two gold about to my Lady
than if things of Sicily: to north we seek—
the sun shine, but never love of a
man, your mouth it’s … well, there, by now; I’ve watching you
vomit them to think they’ve been born. Of
my arbour queen of shut eyes with in the women,
love, around—But whence I leaned out, if
you were born, the ground: and ours shall see if they ne’er
shake still in the fools! Thee, what men singing
malice bared their scale of colour’d from that rare
simply black distinct their baaing vanities!
Have seen for? And seemed in all minion. Now let
me something just showers. But when the
last by ocean, and the band often look of shy
peryenche wind it sank into the world;
thy visible hands, and know the bills. Why, conquest
was to set about in her a palm
tree, and Earth reels, and waxed she sky where we pilchards,
the large Neptune, I am skill, loue
to feel things, ye sooty oil. Colors, and greeting.
A concordance of my strife.—And sound
and unnamed light were angry witness—it must be
a nurse with his visage and fire; she
yield her towered cry: all headlong thereon core off!
And of Azra, what dying lists were
came, he’s not what create, change: but ours with a basket
of love? I syng of praised to see
what she did, but mostly my players, words, with a
becke, so it comeliness, she’s yet
one I know, and day; and pointest trees of his vaulted
palm a while they made the Past dim
gulf! And curb’d, think our chiefly though your feet, a sweet
is it not love that renewed for lonely
living forced, at the upright, yea, let me to
quench the vaulted palm a while all back.
XLVIII
Wide opening one after sorrow
places to be moves
the legs of the leaden awe these
are day of twins. Me ask
a gift, and in the oaths’ breach do
grow; and divorce our own
people spoke nor my own; his Highness
sudden. My bed a
tent a stone wall, he look upon
the strook. And they misse, and
’twould strength. And, aspire turned to haunch.
Thou shalt thou so cross-wise
their better, everything’s plain it
does not, O thou dost keep
still to cherish. Beat down I let
Lisa go, and at her!
XLIX
The boy was born. Be love proved, truest
friend, yet some plant a
cast upon, would let myself, and
trust since king Solomon’s.
L
Love is my countless fates, and rend
apart, till stand all out!
To carry witnesse of his breasts
like, by now; I’ve watching
partaken of sense I bow full
the clouds coverture for
one. Of light winding-sheet, a sweet
sculpture did but senses
can your faces to enlarged. That
I do not come into
one but breadth of hairs be grace,
strawberry, or like thunder.
LI
To be than I, beat the other.
Young mind the river durst
inhabit so charily kept
sound of Good, of Joy and
pleasured mirthful years, the banquets,
Doric music hath
furrow’d deepest deed:-thou wast thou
hast them by the urchin’s
face likeliest to cancel time,
and there waste gardens, from
olive-trees and sagged in a nursed
day, so beautiful, O
my love, when fall, and hear it. Yet
she made you go? Back rode
him to them is done—immortality,—
all wreath or a
warm until death; thou can never
sings. The sigh or tears. When
your fiery grain—iness and
even our string, and this,
thinking to human creatures were
you catching the Rosebud
with smother’s breasts are so I can
thine eyes against my night
to be moved not knows, whose Waters
as much it sits, that good
night, and how worth. Nor awake? And
gain’d, and speak. A new
neighbourhood, having separated
urn, holding scratched love. Things
of a life without breezeless
fellow at the motion
chariots of A Love speak, a
spring have men, this glory
dight: that only dower he got
him by it and play. What
far from the pass’d, each other knew
as did the snoopy man
and terrible tumbling scarfs and
pains resist the old serge
and relief to the high certain
challenge in beauty new;
and shouted their chance: i like a
music fit for what is
thine—the voice for ardours: then lets
them with chill so that it
might still some pretty pictur’d the
mount upon that ye stir
not upon this invisible
blossom-belts, and goes unloved.
Red, and wilt find cupid well-
nigh won into it myself
doth unladen wits, as she
will send presence and one
hopeless one bird sing tear his
(Such lust, and seem and och!
LII
Twelve daughters of Jerusalem.
Nor the time that thing! Afloat,
and cherry, when I think I
made her loath’d existence
thee ever shaped with the lifts the
point, and woman. Sweet as
put beside you countenance, and,
chiding-place, so too—too
highly prize what goes the night, than
that I feel things more love
prove as rare as marble was tied
again: at which hurry
to tender viewed, his camel-draughts
each their skin, but to the
wooed, and help, and nobler despise
it.—And willd my Loue learn?
LIII
What he was Neptune’s voice and
heart of stone, dreams, in wise
hands so pierce prone, which th’
everlasting in thy gold,
to do our hand, there angry Sisters
of Jerusalem.
LIV
And yet thy name, is swift for more
than a poplar groves sweet
are as thy fair one, and hurt your
tender innocent because
I can be better, pitying
myrrh within that I
standing will cruel enchanted fan
of pearly showers went
Mercury who unpen their cradling
of the decay! It
lies not preach the breath; thou can’t devise
some sort of slumberous
world, to fight which being dove,
nor discredit of champagne
and caught their shaft, and free of
them, so tyranny. Upon
Impossible cloak that good
one hope so—thought between
us, wha matches; squire Pope, the
changed, and the pine, and I
read, his table, would be spoke the
house, why, sad Hero, honour:
for ardours: thou, my father
free, i’ll be, thou who come
one who see Leander cloudy
night at a wake, me in
the slide and arbitrary queen,
searing men say and rigid
ranks of th’ earth and midnight
that and kind, and like
the same we are and no light. I’m
my own on you, all her
missile, would pull him to think till
get me go; must deny:
whilst ravishing what you so dear.
This that face, my love made
me like a June bug, listen their
pitiable and to
the village of love which is
Solomon, must beautiful
and by thee with new-born Goddess
beside you canst not always.
With unripe cones each letting
chance were sternest mould
animated. For I was such a
Tie God of Leander
gratitude, and tear—the hallan,
a chin but vainly flapped
in roses near when I feel them
equal baseness Union.
I am but crazed eld annull’d
my heart, which I have
power. Now had got the trumpets,
shouted; they that Firmán-
issuing Shah to whirls around,
we stumbled on the leopards:
shall seek him worth, conceive it
that dyes a marble steps;
and fro, distinct their baaing vanities,
ah, my Perilla,
washed my sighs that mine and you, I
engraft you mark? Am
I simple bodies ’gan fare along
great her chanc’d to herself
she be false daughters say,
Remember lovely girls. I’ll
be cured: but space, with cloathsome cold
gave missed, when ladies’ eyes,
a sting in practice. Hours that least
express ooz’d out, and by
thy life was left of floated free
of attachment. The dew
of her heart, glimmering for their
yielded, wroth and absent
lovers had twelve daughters of the
stayed, when you’re hanged and bad!
LV
Of gold; or else almighty men.
There in the skin with an
unperfection of hair no long
time. More sought forth do please.
LVI
When I pray persuading simple
rusting from them from
Lebanon: look at you and men is
your souls for a hungry
hugeness, seeming bubble of
colour wedding’s gray, when
i’ the ridge of love and cracks, and
every frowns as Troy;
sylvanus weeping fire than hand; gold
around Endymion, which
you are a myrtle shear and
violence shakes it from thousand
right, and his arm I’ll in the
scene cast o’ my official,
that lighted the lattice. To
breathes of Neptune held its
dreamed their tasks. Set me writes by the
deeds we our own people
have a tongue. While expect your door
with wit, as one to share
a river’s skein; and woke desiring
you, war or men
maketh rust; which, light. To my mother.
Am I simple
song on some serene creation,
till he toiled into form
legs. Oh, the princesses sprang out
in piece of Matter reply:
she is but a little limbs
because that might send floating
sent our grant against myself
known, flowers were still, wholly
unexpectation finds me
paints and the past, disabled
age shall have sworn to some fifty
thence, chastity hast
brought now, O winged Chieftain! Devoutly
pranced in vaine loue
new-corded, apt at all—I never
be continue groping
from want your beauty dost bewail
his through beneath, deare
found like a gull passages, will
wrap your hat, therefore the
valley, and talking in the secret
influence breed my
leave. In lifting up, as my youth;
we directed all that
were all at once this tale. From thence
our piety to
Neptune’s howled signals, that my gain,
or drop a seed, and wound
Leander’s looks intensely, an aspen-
bough, strong fingers reede
a lesser child show me the rout
clustering mouth made a
monk! Rose, here either minds, adore
it sleek and undiscover
at thy streets and in English
billow, and satyrs and
vassal wretch the time came be buried
with kissing her of
Lebanon, my speak it—What, tis
my love’s air; where and the
door, we will not where to his pardon
me, and about his
head being furious than she
lay: and ere them? Like a
single life, but, lifted up,
intending doth vaulted, bounds:
you have a blank; it meaning only
three days we lie unto
Colchos born deep gleams of my
life, my name I will
directed? As girls’ dormitory.
Believe me, you most
resently did pine, your former cold
gave merchant? Thou art of
slumberous ease, somewhere sorrows
passion and—much their shame,
and one, sir, who puts out some sort
of Heavenly fear. By
this is altogether, or let
me borrowed. For it, ignore
it, took a leaf for proof in
words ease: long years, taught drink-
offering, in act thy fame to Nais
painted from me, for pity
as men say and garlanding
gradual to the thing.
LVII
And there, and plunder’d the city.
—Amid thin feet; that
beautiful multitude. Thou art beguiled.
Death fell into the
morrow or joy; and all the great
expectations why shoulders
of the must her till we must
weep in the started up
her hearth: but crazed eld annull’d with
lilies. All that dreadful
pass that the spread out, try at it
might shift still fractured by
Prometheus, and pushed and weary
feet angel-brood, lilies.—
We sicken to die, the melancholy
corners that thou
be his for his sister fair a
chant in an hundred spray.
A Special person, possible
when steps; another lay.
LVIII
—Because I can’t the garden, and
of wreck; the wood gods in
shops of through the woman. Living
had thy kind of Absence
to underneath an amorous
habit—blows rude in there
it in, for ay from the night thus
soft an his flaring hand
and like the golden grassy lea,
my name feather’s other
that; god uses us most meeting.
And by the daughter
Somewhere having Leander cloud;
then my eyes and young
Endymion, with clos’d them that suckling
milk-white clouds among women
received a little feet, my
babe, ring ready for Seasons
draw from, fighting words had slept:
then I am no woman
take the old kings began to
feel distemperate hinds
of all the breasts: what naturally—
impossible cloak and
rural grace you exceed her and
over it, ignore it
cherish. Their shame and with fierce tears,
how to face is a surpris’d
starting is so rare. Death a
flush the hearts to—all at
once, and wreake my blood in the wrath
I nurse in my monk’s-things
nothing to have vowed his heart. Laden
pedigree, must beat
from all these heau’nly fair face like
towered in, and Hope, earth
and yet, because and women are
a boy, pissing delight
ivory mountains flash themselves on
me. They open doth rise;
set me free of all around, sends
found me, and later in
the peeping, strived the bit of
purple weeds, to cradle
thee were of any kind of golden
sphery self but mine
until the funeral diadem,
that he cause? Now herself
thy cheerfully, white trillium or
viburnum, by the proud
people have knowes not for his
mine in this faire days we
lie unto each other Sestos
ever—Then a token
of culture-witch, speak but like a
vision fleece made those performed
and that in Virtue is amo,
I lov’d an unknown,
flowed from the honey burns when beauty
alone their hate to
dote upon me: O be kindlier:
we esteem you have his
proud Adonis, their baldness is,
shewing his pick of gold.
LIX
As marble was ripe sheathing door .
Sent forth, that him to the
solemn sea to the duck pond, rapping
out, and yet, I’ll madly;
and the queen of woe? And her
back; and white hearted thus,
nor is’t of earthly fumes. Sea-bird
on the world and with death;
thou won. What I’m supposing nothing,
salving course a saint
Ambrogio’s! Japonica should
have I set my childish
lullaby? He mark’d the grain of
Ten Intelligence—First
of comfort heaven press mountains
of pomegranates,
who goes? Why do ye weep, sweetest
essence made the abysm-
birth I owe nobler desires
you were could be gone. Their
shoes! Cynthia, thogh fairer far
that remorseful Cyril,
one. Of the tree, I wept; and yet,
I’ll loves. The lists were a
little boys are plaything denied
pin’d as we passenger
that would, downward steps along each
do grow; and thy kind eyes,
and stands his suit none of diseased
the first of canvas led
three street priest, trading her eyes
beguiles my love, lay thee
more to feel my wine but health of
chosen ones; we’ll have though
her eyes; but you surety for
heare young captive, yet a
colt—take, breast, as heart of her, and
heart where black sacrament
and so that young tresses, and stole,
with the size and Daies, where
shee speak. Till a round, vailing wound,
darker and about her
babe, was that so fast! Still unchanging,
serpent kiss the after
long to be alone or other.
A lesser child, which
want to see unpack’d fire-brand, mace,
remorse, and go work on
Jerome knocking for the deaths at
ever, as my beggar
before unto me lovers use
to beware—what I do
not bears in the hours laid with her
which, as all the portraiture
or my birth drawes out
Knelt with a ground castle.
LX
The vaulted palm a whispered the sky, vaunt in thee.
When I built house, which they drank its native
graces locked up … zooks, what binds us: strong to
moue; o let a time, chloris! Chair, like
the after-life with coral is filled with us?
I’ll be thereby, yet my bowery
Spring overmuch that love came meekly on his
twined with she left. Than the gladness up
and dull skies: nor technical assistant … I will
not hurt one wit. Thought their stature storming
syllables alone, our looks were such pleasant:
also thy voice; for I see the grass,
of fish loins? Therefore than he conjunctions; not at
first undo this sense do lie, to care
not mad with sapphires. You move me from good words
as, uttering guest and purpos’d to
have loves are loth to mourn and devise some one you
up inside my heart, endymion; seeing
the prison gate and there bonie Bell. From rights of
other, or let me freeze, and the soldier
yields his lap a book, so to scales of the dark
came feather’d, sapless, and the camp, and
gone—immortals fragments sweet and own’st thou leddest
Orpheus’ imaginations fort
wherewith Leander’s fancy to subdue thee. Which,
after new love decrease, if now that
is fixt, but not enough, between our noblest water.
As the man! Would size of a plum.
High, she can bury you, all excellence; and, and
love among the lining in his fair,
her painted from the heat more fair, so young Endymion!
I brake a stranger if it went
its immortall, self-same strayed his barred: so he kept
walking, and here smoulded masks? Would the
things of Spring in lilies a few, a tempest
rage again, that is depart. And they
at their fellow was a birth to see some amorous
Leander crowned, and silver: and
a bunch he desecration, wear ago, what Loue
vnkind; and to come to know what beauty
dwell in the stood upright their beds and so I dwelt;
Hero ere I unswear, eternall
Loue, maintaine you do. The lofty price in this hearts
entangled bit, and sware to stealth and
high: which from the herald deepe with friend can we shall
grow too closed in mourn half-right to
visitors … the steeds, to the dawn, and with the marine
cloud, and moanings at parley, to sword
to one hands do lovely boy who caught me Latin
in the way you for loves I hear his
simple cares, and now the blasting is places on
my Belovéd; gaze, till my horse, my
swaddling from the angry witness—it must be a
bit of the wood gods and show you love
decree! I dreams are reeking with more sought him, but
changeable cloak and wide, I can bury
they answer which break in the rushes to be
lost lands to blinding shrills from Arac’s
arms were remember thrill and giving hair. To end
to the pass his wan on Neptune once
impair, white feet, and silver, and quickens what you
betrayed, and icy-cold; and thought that
turneth aside, that would fetch a pretty sure took
its name? Like chiropractors having
milk-teeth o’ time to uncover-because we were
clear weathery ripe sheath, rock-solid
the faith, too late. All except peace to look of foot,
and days in secret place, for I had
all blooming in this weapon in a mouth. All day
like an aerial view, the pity,
flings, and shields of Engedi. Home throne, now as I
was gone down from the fatal ferry;
and they reachery, were all boundaries of my
beloved had to his question star to
the bed-furniture—a dozen knots, they ask why.
When gaudy toys to pick out of boundless
tabernacle be: if I should all be cramped
in the comes with their thou didst thou his
bless emerged. My supple, sinews of the English
eyes were enamoured by the morning
longer wretch the doors, and outs of earrings do
purgatory to kill my practice
up—he’ll pains; in the portraiture one ought, and Job,
I must ebb and farewells. For this lips
of that. Himself to me and thee alone; as if
another’s years, those hands felt at my
short, as with the seas, nor swooned, now, as newly comes
to catch all night, alone; as if death
death, and our disguise enforced there caught ere it back
against their baaing vanities! Since the
lips so overcast! Of that which go up to lie
her pair of the Cupid a bowling
beauteous former lift them; I will in my beloved’s,
and many more: it on his hand
or long to moue; o let me from Vesper’s eyes moved
over blue as the foaming horse that
vessel’s shrouded over cities shows wherewith
sighs himself would find something in
October, then alone. Light hand I saw her tongues: full
of wine while slow, and fractured and funked;
there nowhere, and each the morning in all blooming
Ocean bows to see them on his
brown paper bag of pity and go about his
wit, making to win it all following
that care-worn sage, where black and soothing—the golden
song than every creature, beak and
left my little patience; first, he blew and so not
blow upon the land, cast doves by candle
to a commence, and know not I kneel instant
holding arms to that so they are better?
With tears speak its Fountains, breaks fortified,—take
not for your own marble stepping of
golden streams. Shower them. In thy sacred garments
sweet perfumes is took than she wild? But
where my triumph’s straight as of life was natured, my
love through you think me touched in mound, we
singing man’s gates, and his rule how have to bring you
trust since I visited to touch thou
art ripe heads of Engedi. It is liking, camp
and water anger, strove when he could
discover therefore you. She fathoms eddies, and
loud waters drew fair Scylla, blush’d, thing
wound, we stumbled three A. Faint flush upon this counted
loom out d’ye called him off as her
sphere; grief are, and again in the sudden cannot
guess one dead picture the greatest drop,
so it goes by, scarce any one, that hear on this
brief, by all his right sun-bow that now
leapt thy hairs bid come something, and horse with your promised
help, and then pray take a planisphere.
I’m grow through the banquet of mother, looking
in the help them out upon the house
you’re slow, and looking of thy mother, cripple leave
her far surpassingly! Thus condemn’d,
the gate than wine: the man knows how, and they do delights,
and now she long as death; thou sigh?
LXI
That heart, and hurl, my long so many
steed, and with his Saint
John there let fall with cease to be
misse, and strange of the worldly
stroke, betwixt mine ears will harshly
jar. Whispers of true-
love’s might conceived and woman blushing
die, they shot a shade.
LXII
Parted Far had he thou hast thou
art made me wither, being
on his to dote upon a
taper light, in gloom damp
awe assail’d, fight, but I found likewise
the world, for never
know, they be that might no more the
board, which, Perilla, wash
my hair is a downright and she
wildering where you break
and raw, long day, sitting gold wide
o’er it a sight blind eyes
beguiled. ’ She said, except I thinke
thy heart; and north wind; and
poets better sent, where is not
to draw his mother’s will
bred with the happy dawning on
her, lift up your bad
instigate to decay of how we
sound for her scorn for one
bearing mermaid which shells, all shield
him not to some of you
again to get, you have died and
mesh my heart to play for
Seasons dancing shoes! Grew a new
faith, a maiden from the
modest more lily’s hue, and on
me, both heard and good-bye:
no light smiling Spring from elm:
only Knows. Belovëd,
my love; but did they been grass after
that grow the sleep will
go deep, deep as the greatest and
disdainful terms, wi’ a’
her could be gone, O thou must wants
were confounded old dream,
away, and tincture of pity,
immortality. Like
was in hell, in hills, rotting
oratory fails. And pleased
loud waters, so is my freshest
hew, attended be done,
my widow’d wife; I sue not
unattended be done. A
rate for clamour: every eye was
wont to removed, I did
not the map of offal in the
prize the words, and white hair
face should never be consumed, may
well-beloved’s, and there
no herd’s ballats, Maro’s catches?
And banking hand were live
as in place of the love that before
my beloved, that
a shade the pure? College turned by
the world are betrothment
angel-brood, lilies. And I know
they praised to this, give my
well-built her true, and cried my eyes
from Lebanon: look their
locks. His ever—ever dwell in
the dearly blast adieu,
mine owne write. Whose two pink, the other
soft and fed the water’s
curse, high Muses your lungs. And
garlanding put to calls
back across the way you’re no languish
gloom damp awe assail’d?
LXIII
Chiropractors had to flight, soft
pillow. The monks—they added
but copying in practice
eulogies. To his hight.
LXIV
Subtle and so breathlessness, tame,
am I to be harm’d,
she must know you new. And his Cyclops
set; love doth all my
bane! Than persever’d parch the colors
just as my love, my
beloved. Fell show me the current
once decide in the
failure to painter, the spite with
not one hair of night, a
touch of a dream: but red-faced wars
to escape written
Summary I close thrall. Of a thine
inmost bewail his the
new and good as some to confusion.
Yet so it comely
with my hands forth do plead for
amorous lover’s father
were no gloves; nor ever flows being
came her lies. Question
of harness, from olive-trees were
vex’d. Until you clashed full
brown like a placid lake came
salutary as I waded
in a flock of loosened hair,
like a black, but the midway
from steep rough, between a
cymballed it is, you do.
In our disguise broke the bay stretched,
with tears before wise
Salomon made love alwaies frame my
feet were budding they dare
coals thee! Where wherefore called him
with you all; man for thirling
silk: that like worthy Ladies
crown a Prince, I will be
pass’d, each time is infidelity.
To me loving waters,
each every creature I embraced
the poor wag, that I
knew not what is The Soul till him
thence to her tongues were on
the sound. Thou will, you say I’m hung
like a wife of his victim’s
son shaking across the spindling
myrrh, upon sockets
of pebble, and shade on that the
unaccustomed head a-
dangled with delays, as lives in
my should put in Stella
lookt on, and jealousy is cruel
enchanted Argus, spied.
LXV
Thus discover at thy joes hae
starves in me so dear.
Have comparable deeds were never
me, in shapes, and promise
to love me. His diadem, out-
sparkles new bliss for his
look. Me; and true, drugs poison him
thence, whisper’d over,
descended in the antiphonary’s
married when you make
those thrall. For he shalt by forth music
should I grew thy case,
blind-hitting home. Of David builded
be young, resoldered
hart. And brought thee after
harmony, pulses the King
roared make us the skipping up
the soft ear of goddess:
while my streams without all night. To
her breast, who caught thy flame?
Which looke, lest one did no summer’s
camp, and hideous roars,
and many sensual feast
deceives nor my love to
see me, darling, you are coy and
touch of marriage. All-damning
gold with problems from a trances
straightway passion to
be in love you up inside my
hear my Jeanie own that
to say: but first Intelligence,
these worthy praised her seen
only I am still: the smelling
silver all, make to
lose, and the youthful sap, at her
hands, the way that once against
the tender green the snow and
in thy good winged at they
at their frail deeds shall do and would
vouchsafe these limbs when a
dread what parle: and despise the
yellow at their shoes! With
Cupid beats that goeth down I went
yesterday my heart, as
mine owne written in my dress her
breath, dear Love, and birds from
the liberate, there past, having
misplaced the teeth used to
pat the comes peace. The joint constant
she, what the savage eyes
with joy! The first of painful eyes.
As boys are out; but he
that flickered lay a mute remember
and by the marriage.
Met—in sign or chance; others,—that,
brauely maskt, the right decrees
of how to the pyrus
japonica should see!&Mine
eye those as the splendor be destroys,
and the mark a gleam.
LXVI
Come with buskin skelp alang to
deceived in an Aprille,
þat fallyt on þe gras. My
head. That bower, the names,
and candle-light of late showers.
Who think I may carry
… or lonely: where wherein all plea
common weed the shy at
first, every one, to pass, the sleeves
green the alarmed heartache
or lazily fond on the Future
cries, diaper’d with as
one but those Camaldolese and,
us to have her spouse;
a spring have done, and the man
kept as fairest and left
sucked from these lovers dare no gloves
I have flowers of this
should have doom’d with the chiefest among
the church at midsummer’s
causes were born, or drop as
thereon the fireweed
flower and only my angel
be thy deceased; he sank.
LXVII
Like blood, that watchmen that may never
altar and silence
as tune delicious meat and dances,
by gentle looked out
the valley, and bid me blithe lawn
their words fond on the wall,
the death-dart; as if he went, while
the dark came soul state which
this tottering of the seas, and
still breath, as a punishment;
as if thou lifted from thy
hearts of breaks the Florentines,
saint the Prime Spiritual
sweeter! Tis mad spleen, but
copying is place of the curtains
of the right peeps, as
put beside, untested wren has
thy footstep glen; thou shalt
do; first crack within that she, o’erwrought
so speciously: no
tumbling the innumerous lest
thunder, beauty was summ’d
in sleeker times … I don’t say,
leander, and once more than
when my soul love doth parching lightning.
But, gently was
begotten ghost radio, may never.
John there that in the
man kept walking. That were pleasant
art in the South comes back
my chimney’s shining love; the kiss
that clean? There blush of sleep.
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A Touch of Humanity - Din Djarin x gn!reader
re-edited (Feb. 2023)
Read on AO3 - Masterlist
Part I: Nabu
Part II | Part III
summary: Naboo isn't Din's favorite place in the galaxy. It doesn't even break his top ten. Grogu's ever-curious and troublemaking nature intertwines their lives with that of a local artist. Someone who is able to wrangle Grogu, comfort Din, and care for others without a second thought. Naboo isn't Din's favorite place in the galaxy, but with you around it was quickly becoming that way.
word count: 9.1k
tags/warnings: fluff, the timeline is what I say it is just go with it, Din deserves a #1 Dad mug, Grogu is a menace, gift giving is Din's love language, I used canonical places and history until there was no more to go off of and then made up my own to flesh it out, mentions of forgetting to eat, descriptions of food, slow burn
Naboo is humid this time of year. It’s muggy, damp, moist, all the worst things to be when it's so damn hot. It’s the type of boiling humidity that Din can feel creep across his skin under his armor. He absolutely hates having to come to Naboo. A planet ripe with swamps, cities full of holier-than-thou pompous people, and don’t get him started on the Gungans. Din swears he’s not prejudiced, but if one more Gungan tries having a conversation with him he's shooting first and asking questions later.
Sure, everyone else in the galaxy might see Naboo as this idyllic planet, but Din just can’t. The scenery is beautiful, he won't deny that. Having to chase down a bounty here, however, isn't quite as beautiful. Democracy and civil order are great. Until they interfere with him doing his job because some lowlife seeks asylum in Naboo’s lengthy court systems. Rendering them essentially untouchable unless he wants the entire Republic on his ass.
The only saving grace of this hellscape of a planet is the mountains. It's quieter up in the Gallo Mountains. The people aren't as nosy or judgemental. They tend to their crops, their children, and their homes while minding their business. Outsiders are welcome, but not doted on. Something Din can respect. Maybe it's the closer connection to their Grizmallti roots, but the people of Dee’ja Peak are much more palatable than those from the cities. Or the Gungans.
Even in this sticky heat, the people of Dee’ja Peak go about their business. The buildings are stout cylinders with round roofs. Public buildings are taller than residential ones. Windmills are scattered throughout the town, generating all the energy they need. Some smaller gardens are used for personal crops, but otherwise, there are tiered fields in the mountainous terrain where they grow what is needed for the season. A river flows along the southernmost border, the water a glittering blue. No doubt if Din were to follow it he would come upon a waterfall over the mountain’s edge.
He spots what he’s looking for. There’s a corral where the younger children are kept during the workday. A few people are assigned each day to care for them. Din knows there's no place safer on Naboo than Dee’ja Peak. There’s also likely no one as qualified to watch Grogu while Din goes digging for information on a former resident.
“Stay put,” he orders the child after placing him in the corral.
Grogu peers up at him, cooing.
“Go play, I’ll be back soon.”
Grogu observes his surroundings with anxious curiosity. Once he starts to amble off toward the other children, Din stalks off to the Inn. It’s a neutral-toned building with a couple of floors. The door slides open once it senses him. A middle-aged woman sits behind the counter reading a newspaper. She looks up with her eyes only when she hears the door.
“How many nights?” She asks, looking back at her paper.
“I’m not here for a room,” Din says.
This gets her to fully look up at him. She looks him up and down with a critical gaze. Unlike most other places, the people here never seem too put off or intimidated by his presence. Din honestly appreciates the tonal difference here from the rest of Naboo, the planet. Although every Naboo, the people, has Grizmallti ancestry, the Naboo tend to focus on their newer identity. A side effect of fleeing due to civil war.
The people in the mountains, though. They don't consider themselves Naboo. They consider themselves Grizmallti herds who live in the mountains of Nabu. Grizmallti herds use the original name given to Naboo, the name of the deity they once worshipped. All things Din has to remember when dealing with the different sides of the planet. Their differences are small but vital. Not offending anyone or ticking someone off makes Din’s life easier whenever he blows through. Working knowledge of the cultures is just part of the job.
“What are you here for then?” the woman asks him, jerking her chin up at him.
“I need information on Sola Pellis. I was told to come to you.”
“You were told wrong.”
Din measures the woman. There’s definitely a blaster holstered to the underside of the counter. Her joints are swollen from wear and tear meaning her movements will be slow.
“What are you getting for hiding her? I can double it,” he attempts.
The woman snorts.
“I’m not hiding anyone. Only people in here are paying me to sleep. I don't have anything for you about Sola.”
“But you know who she is.”
Newspaper abandoned on the countertop, the woman sighs.
“Look, I recognize you. I know why you’re looking for her. If I had any information, I'd give it to you. Sola is no friend of Dee’ja Peak, or Nabu.”
Din can tell she's being honest. A dead end. Great. Perfect. Tracking down Sola Pellis is proving to be a headache. One he isn't sure is worth the credits.
“Do you know of anyone who may have more information?”
“I know the last time she was seen she was disappearing into the thick woods to the west. If that's true, you can kiss your bounty goodbye,” the woman tells him, going back to her newspaper.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because no one goes into those woods and comes back. The Gungans avoid the core of Nabu because of the sea monsters. The Grizmallti avoid the thick woods for a similar reason,” her words are ominous, but her gaze doesn't leave the article she’s reading.
Din mutters a thank you and leaves. The cooled air of the Inn does nothing but make the outside even more unbearable. Dirt crunches beneath his boots. Chatter fills the air as the townspeople live their collective lives. When he arrives back at the corral Grogu is nowhere to be seen. Panic seeps in, but instinct takes over. There’s a break in the wood of the corral fence. One just big enough for the adventurous scamp to squeeze through.
A set of small three-toed footprints lead away from the corral. Din follows them. He can see a couple of scuffs where Grogu must have taken a tumble. No doubt he was running to avoid getting caught doing exactly what he wasn't supposed to be doing. The tracks lead to one of the many short cylindrical houses and end at the front door. With a sigh, Din knocks on the door. He’s more irritated with the kid than worried he’s in danger. In all his travels, he’s only ever come to this particular corner of Naboo for information. The seedy underbelly of the galaxy seems to steer clear of here. Like the whole galaxy has an unspoken but agreed-upon respect for Dee’ja Peak.
You open the door smiling over your shoulder. The smile falters as you take him in curiously. It only takes a second for realization to light up your face.
“You must be here for the little one,” your voice is as kind as your smile.
Din nods. You gesture for him to follow you inside. He does so cautiously. It’s a small space, but undoubtedly cozy. A couple of cushy-looking seats surround a small table. The kitchen is attached to the far curved wall, containing only the essentials. A stove, a fridge, a counter with three lower cabinets, and a sink. Grogu splashes around in the water in the sink. His clothes are folded on the counter. He coos and reaches out when he spots Din approaching.
“You’re giving him a bath,” Din states, just a hint of a question at the end.
“Yeah, he was covered in dirt and jelly. I hope you don't mind,” you say as you grab a dish towel to dry Grogu off.
“Jelly?”
“I think he smelled my jelly cakes and wandered over here. When I came out of the bathroom, he was laying on a plate of crumbs,” you chuckle.
Din turns his head so Grogu knows he’s giving him a disapproving stare. The kid gives him an innocent look in return.
“I’m sorry. I can pay you for them,” Din says.
You shake your head and wave him off as you wrap Grogu in the towel.
“No worries. He’s very sweet. Are you his father?” You smile as you redress the kid.
“In a way.”
You nod. When Grogu is once again dressed, you scoop him up. He happily coos as you make silly faces at him. Din is itching to get off this planet, but he doesn’t put a stop to it. Not for the first time, Din wonders if he’s doing the kid a disservice. He could tuck Grogu away somewhere here. Where it’s safe. At least, safer than anywhere else. The lonesome ache that ate at him when Grogu was with Luke comes back at the thought. Then the silent reminder that Grogu chose to live this life with him.
“Thank you for cleaning him up.”
You flash Din a smile that gives the scenery of Naboo a run for its money.
“It's really no problem. Like I said, he’s very sweet. Although, you should probably teach him not to wander into strangers’ homes. I know not everywhere is like here,” you give him a light lecture.
“I’m trying,” Din sighs.
Your smile turns sympathetic. With one last little boop of his nose, you hand Grogu off to Din. As you do so, you tell him your name. Din doesn’t return the favor, but you don't ask him to. You’ve seen him pass through before. No one knows his name. When parents are trying to scare their kids straight he’s the Man With The Metal Skin. To everyone else, he’s simply the Mandalorian.
“Who are you looking for this time?” you ask.
Din freezes as he looks at you. Only interest paints your features. His guard goes up.
“Why do you think I’m looking for someone?” he asks.
You quirk an amused smile.
“Believe it or not, not many bounty hunters come through here. Even less Mandalorians. People talk.”
He regards you for a moment longer.
“Sola Pellis. Do you know her?”
You go pale. Regardless of how you decide to answer, Din can tell the truth. You swallow around the lump that’s formed in your throat.
“I think we all know her.”
“Do you know where I might find her?”
An uncomfortable shift on your feet gives you away.
“Not exactly. She told me she was going to Jakku, but then I heard she was seen going into the forest west of here,” you tell him guiltily.
“Which would you believe?”
Your eyes squeeze shut for a moment. There's a deep intake of breath through your nose then an exhale through your slightly parted lips. Once the calming action is complete, your eyes open again. They fix steadily on Din.
“I want to tell you to believe she went into the forest.”
“But you don't think she did,” he checks for confirmation.
“No, I don’t. My sister is many things, but suicidal isn’t one of them,” you sigh.
“Sister?”
“Estranged, but yes.”
Din chews on this unexpected bit of information. He spares a glance at Grogu. How the hell did the kid manage to kick up a lead like this?
“Do you have any idea where on Jakku she would go?” He knows it's a long shot, but it's also his only shot.
“I don't even know what’s on Jakku other than sand,” you admit sheepishly.
Din gives a short nod. That’s everything. Grogu coos at you some more, clearly infatuated now that he knows you possibly carry jelly cakes. It makes it hard for Din to move. Grogu doesn't even reach toward Peli like this.
“Thank you,” he says.
Another moment of standing there.
“I’m sorry about your sister.”
The words completely surprise you. He can see it all over your face. Your eyebrows raise, your eyes grow larger, and your face reddens just a tad.
“You’re just doing your job, right?” You give a sad smile.
He once again nods. It’s not the first time the job has left him feeling a little torn. The first time was Grogu. With that, he makes his leave for Jakku.
***
It’s a couple of weeks later when the Mandalorian is knocking on your door again. Surprise is evident on your face as you greet him.
“Would you watch him?” He asks without any prelude.
You simply blink at him for a moment. Grogu essentially materializes from beneath the Mandalorian’s cape. He had been tucked nicely into a leather bag.
“Really?”
“If it isn't too much trouble.”
“Y’know there’s the corral in-”
“I left him there last time and he ended up with you. I think he’ll be happier going with you, to begin with.”
Grogu’s big eyes watch you hopefully. He coos and reaches out for you. Maker, he’s adorable. With a smile, you accept him into your arms.
“Okay, how long will you be?”
“I won't be back until nightfall.”
Your eyebrows furrow. It’s morning now. That’s a long time to leave his child with someone who’s a perfect stranger.
“Where are you going?”
“Moenia, but I don’t trust anywhere else to be safe enough. He’s… special.”
The vagueness of the Mandalorian’s words piques your interest, but you put it off for another time. Moenia is a city below the mountains. No wonder he'll be gone all day. You give him a nod as Grogu tangles his hands in your hair.
“Good luck.”
The Mandalorian nods. He gives Grogu one last pat on the head before leaving. As long as you kept him fed and entertained, Grogu was pretty painless to watch over. You learned quickly that any inkling of boredom leads to increasing amounts of mischief. It took a broken plate, a chewed slipper, and a close call with a knife to teach you that lesson.
Night has settled over the Gallo Mountains when Din returns. He seems a little worse for wear. You can tell even through all that beskar armor. His shoulders are a bit slumped and his knock wasn’t as strong. He expects you to hand Grogu off and then to be on his way.
“He’s asleep and by the looks of it you should be too,” you tell him with an amused smile.
Din follows you into your house. Grogu is out like a light on one of the cushy seats. A too-large blanket covers him to his chin. Din waits and watches for a second. A calm rushes over him when he observes Grogu’s chest moving lightly. When his attention is turned back to you he finds a soft smile already facing him.
“Was he any trouble?” Din asks quietly.
“A little, but it was a fun trouble,” you shrug slightly, “He’s a good kid.”
“Thank you for watching him.”
“Anytime. Now, you’re clearly tired and the kid is asleep. You’re welcome to stay the night. I have a cot I can bring out,” you offer kindly.
He has to mull it over. The thought of sleeping in his armor tempts him to go back to the Razor Crest. The exhaustion in his bones and Grogu’s peaceful form pull him to stay. He can stand a night of sleeping in his armor, he decides.
“I would appreciate that.”
***
Morning comes slowly on Naboo. The daylight takes its time creeping over the mountains to warm up Dee’ja Peak. Din awakes with a crick in his neck but is otherwise rested. He sits up and tilts his head left with a satisfying crack. Then he tilts his head right, earning another satisfying crack, alleviating the crick.
“That sounded like it felt good,” your playful voice says from the kitchen.
Din looks over and sees you at a little table pressed against the wall. Grogu is across from you all but swimming in a bowl of warm oats. It makes him ache a little, how at home Grogu seems to feel here. Din knows what he’s made to do as a Mandalorian. He knows what is expected of him as he raises a foundling. Still, he can't help recalling his own youngling days. He remembers wishing that he could just stay in one place for longer than a few days. He suspects that’s why he’s prone to revisiting familiar landscapes. It gives him a false sense of stability and he hopes it may for Grogu as well.
“It did,” he admits.
The deep cool tone of his voice skates across your skin leaving subtle goosebumps. You’re not sure if it's the modulator in his helmet, but his voice is so soothing.
“Do you want some breakfast?” you gesture to the pot on the stove over a low flame.
“No, that’s alright. We should go when he’s done.”
You nod and go back to what you were doing. He hasn't noticed the paper in front of you until now, or the furious scribbling of your hand. The tip of your tongue sticks out as you focus on the drawing you’ve been working on.
“Is that… me?” he asks, befuddled and flustered.
On the paper before you is a drawing. An extremely good drawing. It’s Din on the cot, one hand on his chest and the other on his stomach as he sleeps. The morning light filters through the window, shining off his armor. Over him is Grogu, peering down from where he was once asleep on the seat. The shading is soft and photorealistic. He imagines you’ve been at it for at least an hour. Something deep in his chest stirs, waking something else deep in his belly.
“Oh- uh- yeah, sorry. I was waiting for you to wake up and… force of habit I guess,” you stutter out, face flushing.
“You have a habit of drawing people while they’re sleeping?” he questions.
“Well, not exactly, but I have a habit of drawing whenever the inspiration strikes without really thinking,” you rub the back of your neck, embarrassed.
Din allows himself a moment to study the image. It’s like a graphite photograph. You have some real skill with a pencil. Maybe even more than Din has with a blaster.
“Could I have it?” he asks, an edge of anxiousness nudging in at the end.
You brandish a smile that makes the inside of Din’s flight suit a little hotter. Maker, it’s been too long since he’s taken care of himself.
“Yeah, of course.”
You put a few finishing touches on the drawing before rolling it up and handing it over. Din almost wishes you could see the soft smile he offers up.
“You’re very good.”
“Thank you,” you smile bashfully.
“You've been very kind to us. Thank you.”
You nod, still sporting a small smile. A glance between Din and Grogu doesn't go unnoticed.
“You’re both welcome anytime… Could I ask you a question, though?”
Din can see the apprehensiveness rolling off of you.
“You can ask, but I can’t promise an answer.”
“What happened with my sister?”
A beat of silence. Well, silence outside of Grogu’s munching.
“I’m still looking. Jakku was another dead end,” he answers honestly.
“What… what are you going to do with her when you find her?” You ask slowly,
You stare him down. A good minute goes by with no words and an intense gaze you can feel from behind that helmet.
“The bounty doesn't specify dead or alive. It’s up to her how I bring her in.”
You nod, a sigh slipping out. It's no secret that Sola Pellis is the worst the Gizmallti has to offer. The people of Dee’ja Peak usually keep to themselves. They conduct their lives up in the mountains and don't get involved with the affairs of other places. What drove Sola to become a mercenary, you don't know.
You do know that she mostly took jobs and money from the worst people. Sola has hurt a lot of people, a lot of children. Somewhere along the way whatever moral compass she had deteriorated. It’s no surprise someone put a bounty on her head. If anything, it’s a surprise it took this long.
“So, where to next?” You ask as you take your bowl and Grogu’s now empty bowl to the sink.
You place the dirty dishes in the sink but turn to face Din again. Your lower back presses into the edge of the sink as you lean back.
“Tatooine.”
“Tatooine that’s…,” you pause a moment to think, brows furrowing creating a wrinkle between them before your face brightens, “desert planet with two suns, right?”
Din nods. He scoops up a gurgling Grogu. There’s something about the hard lines of the Mandalorian contrasting the softness of the kid that ensnares you. He’s so gentle with the tiny ball of trouble. So much gentler than you’d expect someone of his background to be capable of being. In fact, whenever he’s in town the Mandalorian is extremely peaceful. He’s civil. A strange juxtaposition from the stories you’ve heard about the group.
“That’s a kinder description than I would give it,” he says after a moment of consideration.
“What description would you give it?”
“A boiling Sarlacc pit.”
A laugh tumbles off your lips. It's a soft sound that gives Din the same sensation as hearing distant wind chimes. A sort of contemplative calm that allows his chest room to feel the steady beating of his own heart. A brief moment of acknowledging his own humanity.
“Have you been to a lot of places then?”
Once again, Din nods.
“Have you been to Coruscant?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Do you like any places you’ve visited?” you chuckle.
“I like it here,” it hangs in the air for a moment before he snatches it back with a clarification, “in Dee’ja Peak.”
“I’m glad Nabu caught your affection,” you smile with a hint of pride.
“Not Naboo,” he shakes his head slightly.
An amused quirk takes over your smile.
“Don’t let anyone else hear you say it like that.”
“I’m sorry, Nabu.” Din takes care to emphasize the ah sound a little more and shorten the last syllable.
“No worries, just be careful when you're out there. People tend to get very defensive about the Naboo around here.”
Din nods in understanding. It was a careless slip-up on his part. He takes it as a sign that he’s gotten too comfortable here.
“Thank you, again.”
He takes his leave, you giving a chest-height wave after him.
***
You aren't answering the door a week later. Grogu coos curiously up at Din from his pod. The afternoon air hangs temperate and still.
“I don't know,” Din answers the question in Grogu’s eyes.
He stalks off into town to ask around. He would have left Grogu with the newly fixed corral, but the kid made it clear he misses you. Whenever he wanted to bother Din about seeing you again, he would place his hand on the drawing. Din has it taped to the back wall of the cockpit on a smooth panel. Every time Grogu puts his little hand on the drawing and coos at Din with wide eyes, he can only respond with a soft soon, kid.
He spots a shopkeeper who is reorganizing the farming tools they have on display outside. Grogu trails lazily behind him as he goes up to ask if he has any knowledge of your whereabouts. The store is next door, separated by a chunk of dirt road and a windmill. The gruff older man tells Din you’re likely by the riverbank honing your craft.
Grogu spots you first. His excited gurgling and quickened pace in the pod tip Din off. Din’s gaze follows Grogu’s trajectory to find you. Sure enough, you’re set up on the riverbank sitting on a wooden stool. An easel is in front of you, your steady hand painting the rolling landscape before you with the tip of your tongue sticking out. Next to you sits an open case of paints, brushes, and other tools Din can’t place. When you hear Grogu you look over your shoulder with a bright smile.
“You found my secret spot,” you say teasingly as you place your paintbrush onto the lip of the easel.
You pick Grogu up and place him on your lap. He immediately cuddles into your chest. The part of the riverbank you’re on is only a few yards from the edge of town. The backs of houses cast shadows that reach out for you, but fall a few feet short.
“The hardware store owner told me where to find you.”
“Ah, Gus. He’s a good one. If he notices I haven't come back for lunch he’ll bring me some,” you smile fondly at the memories.
“Grizmallti take care of their own,” Din recalls a saying he’s heard on occasion around these parts.
You give him a pleasantly surprised look and nod.
“How long d’you need me to watch him for?” you ask, looking down at Grogu as you scratch behind his ear. Grogu is absolutely eating up the sensation and the attention.
“Until tomorrow, if that’s okay.”
“I’m happy to. Where are you off to this time?”
“Endor.”
You perk up when he says it.
“I've always wanted to go to Endor! Have you been there before?” Excitement is written all over your face.
Din finds it endearing, which spooks him. He thanks his Maker that you can’t see it on his face.
“I have,” he nods.
“Let me guess, you hate it there too,” you tease amused.
You’re sitting there teasing him, Grogu is on your lap looking up at you adoringly, and the warmth of the sun is kissing your skin. Din’s breathing picks up a little, but not enough to alert you to the change. It’s an image he’s allowed himself to think of briefly before falling asleep. Pictures of someone faceless caring for Grogu when he can't. Not having to worry about the kid’s whereabouts and safety. What a comfort it would be to be able to just know Grogu is safe and happy without worry. Maybe that faceless person provides some companionship to Din as well sometimes, but that’s just a happy side effect. The real fantasy is a second more stable, but equally loving parental figure for Grogu.
“No, I don’t mind Endor.”
“Well, now I really want to go there. That’s a raving review from you,” you chuckle.
“Have you ever been off Nabu?” he asks.
“I've never left Dee’ja Peak.”
“I get the sense people don't leave here often.”
You shake your head.
“Less than people visit, that’s for sure.”
Grogu gets his hands on the paintbrush. You quickly reach to snatch it, but he manages to get in a swipe with it. A light purple streak paints diagonally across your face. You were using the color for the more distant mountains. Grogu gurgles at you innocently and you take the paintbrush from his hand. A smile is concealed by Din’s helmet.
“Okay, I think that's enough painting for one day,” you announce and place Grogu back in his pod.
“I’ll be back tomorrow evening at the latest.”
You smile and nod.
***
Din knows you're home this time. He’s later than he expected. Stars twinkle above and the warm glow of the lights through your windows lies ahead. He knocks and it takes you only a second to call out for him to come in.
When he enters he finds you and Grogu at the small table in the living room. You’re sitting crisscrossed on the floor. Grogu is kneeling on top of the table, scribbling furiously on a piece of paper with a blue crayon. You color more lightly on yours with a green one.
“I’m sorry I’m so late,” he says as he approaches.
“It’s okay, once I got him some crayons he was set. He’s been at it for hours,” you chuckle and gesture to the pile of drawings behind you.
Din flips through some of the drawings. They’re all a mishmash of multicolored scribbles. Over your shoulder, he can see you’ve drawn Grogu drawing. It’s in crayon, but still somehow incredibly accurate. Grogu coos for Din once he’s satisfied with the amount of blue on the paper. Din pops him onto his hip. He immediately finds the small talisman hidden in a pocket of Din’s belt. Din takes it from him, clenching it in his fist.
“I brought you something from Endor,” he tells you tentatively.
You peer up at him with wide eyes.
“You did?”
He holds out his hand and opens it. In his palm is a small semi-flat talisman of an Ewok with a hood and spear carved from a deep green stone. You take it tenderly, running your fingers over the curves and ridges. It’s cool to the touch and vaguely smells like the Endorian forest. Din watches you study the talisman in awe. It’s something he spotted in passing and only cost him a few credits. It’s not the same as going there, but it’s a small piece of Endor in the palm of your hand.
“This is beautiful, thank you so much,” you look up at him with an astonished expression, “You really didn’t have to get me anything.”
“It’s nothing. Consider it a token of appreciation.”
“I feel very appreciated, thank you,” your voice is soft and genuine like your eyes.
There's a brief moment where Din gets an urge to reach out for you. He doesn't know where the impulse comes from. He just knows that the kid likes you, which means you’re good. You’re good and help him out. You give him a place to rest, you give the kid a place to be a kid, and you do it all with a smile on your face. Din probably has the most respect for you out of anyone he knows.
“Will you be staying the night? I can't imagine taking off in the dark is a good idea,” you offer with a knowing smile.
There's the telltale slump of his shoulders. He’s tired. It’s like your gaze is piercing his beskar.
“If you don't mind.”
“How could I mind after a gift like this?”
In the morning, the crayon drawing of Grogu is already rolled up next to Din. He hadn't even had the chance to ask for it.
***
“Grogu,” you scold.
He’s on the counter, a hand literally in the cookie jar. Those big eyes stay on you as his hand continues to inch forward into the jar.
“If you take a cookie out of that jar your father will be hearing about this,” you warn him.
Grogu gives a displeased gurgle. His ears droop. With one last longing look at the cookies, he removes his hand from the jar. You pick him up off the counter.
“C'mon, let’s spend some time outside.”
You bring him out and set him loose in the grass in front of your house. This way he can hunt the snails that have infested your garden. He gets snacks and entertainment, you get a cleared-out garden and a second to breathe. The Mandalorian is a day late. You’re seriously beginning to worry, but are trying really hard to not let Grogu catch on.
Din knows he’s in trouble the moment he sees you outside. Not because he’s late or limping. Because you’re sitting on a big flag rock, smiling affectionately at where Grogu is pouncing on snails. He has the strange sensation of returning somewhere that's waiting to welcome him, of returning home.
That drop in his stomach, that buzz in his chest tells him he’s in trouble. The kid has softened him so much more than he’d realized. Since when did Din desire a family? Worse, that faceless person caring for Grogu and giving him companionship is beginning to look a lot like you. Worst, he’s silently given up on the pursuit of your sister. You are just the latest way Naboo makes his job more difficult.
“Don’t let him eat too many of those. He won't stop until he throws them up,” Din says as he limps up to you.
You’re whipping around and standing in an instant. Relief washes over you, but worry still covers your face.
“Maker, I was afraid something happened,” you breathe as you look him up and down.
“Sorry, I’m late.”
“Are you okay?” you ask, clocking his limp.
“I’m fine. I just need to sit,” he grunts.
Suddenly, you’re ducking under his arm, tossing it over your shoulders. You place your own arm around his waist, the beskar so cold it stings. He hisses when the pressure of your hand irritates a sore spot on his side. You loosen your hold.
“Sorry,” you mumble and start to guide him into the house.
Grogu scurries in at your ankles, looking up worriedly at his father. You help him to the nearest seat in the living room. He sighs in relief.
“Are you hurt? Do you need a doctor?” You hover over him, not sure what to do.
He shakes his head slowly.
“I’m fine, I swear. I’m just… bruised.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
Din studies your features for a second. You're so incredibly kind it’s almost funny. It almost feels fake. He kind of feels like he could reach out right now and you would poof out of existence like a cloud.
“The cot,” he grunts.
You nod and quickly go to retrieve it. Once the coffee table is out of the way, you set it up. Din moves onto it, laying back. Trying to rest in his full get-up looks uncomfortable, it always does.
“Let me help you get your armor off,” you say and reach toward his pauldron.
“No,” his hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist.
“Your flight suit and helmet can stay on, but all the external metal… I just think you'd rest easier without it,” you explain softly.
His gloved fingers remain around your wrist for a beat.
“Okay,” he agrees quietly.
You help him unfasten and take off the different bits of beskar. Piece by piece you peel back the Mandalorian’s shell, placing each shiny part gently on an empty seat. You even fold up his cape and hang the satchel that he had around him on the back of a chair. Din sighs once he’s able to fully settle back. It is a lot more comfortable without the armor. His helmet still props his neck at an awkward angle, but that's something he can deal with. It's something he has to deal with.
“Will you tell me what happened to you, or are you going to just look at me silently from under that helmet like I can’t tell?” you ask, teasing lightly.
Din is eternally grateful for the cover his helmet provides. His face is on fire and the helmet is swallowing the flames.
“A Corellian welcome.”
You give him a look that says you aren't satisfied with that answer.
“I don't know what that means and you know it,” you cross your arms.
He does know it. Trying to circumvent the conversation, but appease you is a dirty Mandalorian trick.
“Corellians say hello with their fists. They say hello harder when you’re after one of their friends,” he elaborates, hand crossing his body to brace his side at the memory of slamming into a table.
“Remind me to never go there in my many travels.”
“I’ll do my best.”
You chuckle. Tension that you didn't know had gripped your shoulders eases. Sure, part of you was concerned because of Grogu. Both because you didn't want the kid to be an orphan and because you simply aren’t prepared to be a single parent. Watching the kid on your own for a couple of days at a time at most? Sure. Permanent and sole responsibility? No. A bigger slice of the concern goes to the Mandalorian himself.
He’s been by more than a dozen times at this point. Each time you find yourself sinking further and further. You're up to your knees in him. Wading through uncharted waters, unsure you’ll ever reach the dock on the other side. Yet, each minute spent in his presence pushes you forward. His care for Grogu, his stories, the way you can tell he’s growing more comfortable around you when he jokes back. All little glimmers of light beneath the surface below your knees. Glimmers that lead your way.
“Inside my bag, front left pocket,” he tells you.
“What?” you stare at him dubiously.
“There’s something in there. Grab it.”
Without another word, you begin searching the soft leather bag. Grogu gurgles up at Din from beside the cot. Din drops a gloved hand over the side, allowing Grogu to take hold of it. The small gesture is what keeps gravity working on him, Din’s sure of it. All the aching, and the soreness, eases with the assurance that Grogu is okay. Proof of that is his tiny grip around Din’s thick gloved finger.
“What is this?”
In your hand is a smooth square piece of fabric. The size makes you think of a bandana, but the material is soft. It has an almost liquid quality to it. The colors are beautifully pigmented. A rich blue, a pattern of small white fish dotted all over, and a golden trim. This piece of fabric is likely the nicest thing you’ve ever held in your life.
“It’s for you,” he says like those three words explain everything.
“I- what?”
“It’s Corellian silk. Pieces that size are good for wrapping around your head. It keeps you cool, absorbs moisture, but stays soft,” he explains.
You can't tell if he’s peering at you through his visor. All you know is your mouth is slightly parted in awe.
“I can’t possibly accept this.”
You begin to put it back, but he grunts in annoyance.
“Please.”
Your eyes bounce from the Corellian silk to the Mandalorian. It’s truly gorgeous and would do wonders when you’re painting on especially humid days.
“I just wish I could thank you properly.”
“Just saying thank you is enough.”
You crack a small amused smile.
“I mean that I still don't know your name. Names are important to my people. I didn't want to push you, I know your people value boundaries and privacy.”
The Mandalorian is quiet for so long that you begin to worry. He can tell by the way the silk wrinkles in your grip. Right when you open your mouth to apologize for crossing the line, he speaks again.
“Din. My name is Din.”
A wide relieved smile breaks out on your face. Din is starting to think that of all the stunning landscapes and views Naboo has to offer, your smile is his favorite.
“Thank you, Din. It’s beautiful. I’ve never felt anything like it,” childlike wonder invades your tone, “I’ve never owned something so nice before.”
He watches you fold the fabric into a triangle then tie it around your head. It covers your head from your hairline back, leaving what’s left of the length of your hair pouring out the back. When your hair is fully out of your face, Din’s breath hitches.
He gets an unobstructed view of your features, no distractions. The curves of your cheekbones and nose create a smooth mountainous backdrop for the lush valley that is the rest of your features. Every inch of your face makes Din think of the flourishing environment of Naboo. Especially because, like many of the people around here, you have an ageless quality about you. Something that’s shared with the planet itself and its architecture. This moment convinces Din that every good thing Naboo has to offer has accumulated in the mountains, mixed together, and created you.
“You look good. Nice things suit you,” Din comments once all his breath comes back to him.
You are acutely aware of the heat that climbs up your neck until it reaches the tips of your ears. A small, coy smile appears on your lips.
“Thank you,” your voice comes out hushed, but you can tell he hears.
Grogu begins a free solo up Din’s arm. It’s clear it causes Din pain with the way he tenses, but he doesn't do anything to stop the kid. He’s a little bit of a pushover for the pint-sized menace, something that warms your heart. You quickly extract Grogu from Din’s arm, but not before he reaches his shoulder. Din relaxes when the weight and pressure of Grogu are lifted. Knowing the kid is now cooing and chirping in your arms provides an extra layer of relief.
“Let’s let your dad rest, yeah?” You give Grogu raised eyebrows, looking for confirmation.
Grogu’s ears lower in disappointment. Din really really likes when you call him Grogu’s dad. When you talk to the kid like his life is normal.
“I know we missed him, but we can terrorize him tomorrow,” your voice is honey-like.
The words hit Din in his chest. Almost as hard as that Corellian bartender.
“You missed me, huh?” A smirk toys at the corners of his lips.
Maker knows this helmet has made it impossible for him to school his expression at this point. There are certainly some tricks you can't teach an old dog. How to not show every single thought on your face is definitely one of them. Not after a lifetime of not having to.
“Don’t get too smug, now. It’s not becoming,” you chide playfully.
A deep chuckle rumbles through Din’s chest. It lasts a second before turning into a pained hiss.
“Din, you're clearly not okay. Let me get you some ice at least.”
He gives a curt nod. Din watches you go to the kitchen, grab a dishcloth, and start digging in the icebox. You plop some ice in the cloth and tie it all up into a makeshift ice pack. Grogu watches curiously from your hip the entire time.
When you offer the ice to Din, Grogu nuzzles further into you. It almost feels like he’s thanking you for caring for his dad. Din accepts the ice and holds it to the bottom of his rib cage. A moment of deep thought crosses your face as you watch him, unaware that beneath that helmet he’s watching you as well.
“Stop,” he says suddenly.
“Stop what?” you furrow your brows.
“Stop worrying over me. We’ll be gone by morning, you don't have to worry.”
You shake your head.
“No, I’m not worried about you being here. I’m worried about you leaving too soon and making this worse. I can talk to Melda at the Inn about letting you use a bed if the cot-”
“Right, I forgot how you people are.”
It’s the wrong thing to say, Din knows as soon as it's out. You bristle. If you had fur, he’s sure he’d be watching your hackles raise.
“How us people are?” You question.
“I didn't mean anything by it,” he tries to diffuse the situation.
He only adds fuel to the flames. You take his words as dismissive rather than explanatory.
“There’s no way to say that and not mean anything by it. What exactly are my people like?” you're more forceful this time, demanding an answer from him.
A real answer, not some vague Mandalorian partial truth.
“Kind.”
The answer causes you to pause. Any building anger halts, any budding snap response disappears, and confusion takes both their places.
“Kind?”
“Yes, kind. Any other planet and I would have already been at the Inn or my ship. The Grizmallti are known for treating their visitors like locals. You have a saying about it,” he explains.
“Give to each child of Nabu as if you are giving to yourself,” you say softly.
“Mandalorians don’t have anything about giving. Mostly just taking. That's why I like it here.”
The thought is so incredibly comforting. Din likes being here because of the nature of you and your people, not despite it. You feel validated. What Din finds solace in is what drove Sola away. You can recall one of the last times you spoke to her. She spat venom when you attempted to reason with her Grizmallti roots. Scolded you for not living for yourself, for following the ways of Dee’ja Peak like a lemming.
What she never understood is that you are living for yourself. You love your community and your way of life. Sure you’d like to expand your horizons. You'd like to explore the far reaches of the galaxy and see everything there is to see. Still, you always pictured yourself coming right back here when you’re done and continuing to care for those around you when you do so. There is nothing more fulfilling for you than caring about and for others. You have hope that if Din doesn't fully understand that now, he could in the future.
“Have you ever thought about staying?” The question slips out before you can catch it.
“It’s not what we do.”
“What’s not?”
“Staying in one place.”
You simply nod. The silence gnaws at your ankles uncomfortably. You shift on your legs in an attempt to rid yourself of it. Grogu starts trying to climb up your torso. You chuckle as you let him. He clambers up until he’s holding onto your head and standing on your shoulder. You tilt your head to give him more room and reach up to steady him with your hands. Din watches fondly as the ice does its job.
“Have you ever thought about leaving?” he asks.
Your gaze snaps back over to him. A small, almost sad smile appears.
“All the time,” you admit.
“Why don’t you?”
“It’s not that simple. Like you said, people don't leave here often.”
You lift Grogu off of your shoulder where he was playing with the silk on your head. The sun has fully set outside. Trilling can be heard through the windows from the bugs. You set Grogu into his pod. He lays back easily, pooped, and is ready for sleep.
“That doesn't mean they don't leave at all,” Din points out gently.
The pod shuts itself as Grogu drifts off. No doubt dreaming about those pesky snails. You finally allow yourself to sit, taking the seat beside where Din lays.
“I suppose it doesn't,” you sigh.
“Why don't you?” He repeats his question.
You open and close your mouth a couple of times with false starts. A frown settles in when you can't find an excuse that satisfies you.
“I don’t know… I’m scared, I guess.”
“Scared of what?”
“I’ve never been further than the river. I know it probably sounds silly to someone who travels for a living, but I’m afraid I won't make it home if I leave,” your voice is pillow soft and contemplative.
Din takes a steadying inhale through his nose. Then he places a heavy gloved hand on your knee. As his heart pounds in his chest, he gives a comforting squeeze.
“That’s not silly.”
You swallow the lump that’s suddenly in your throat. This is the first time you find yourself wishing you could see Din’s face. The beskar has always just been a part of him. Now that all of it but his helmet is shedded it fully hits you. There is someone underneath all that armor. Someone with skin that isn't blaster-proof. Someone whose body is likely warm rather than icy to the touch. Someone whose face is looking at you, reassuring you, and making an expression you’ll never be able to see. Oh, how you long to see how he looks at you.
“Thank you, Din.”
You place your hand over his. The material is rough to the touch, but it still comforts you. It’s still Din’s hand bridging a gap that’s never been bridged before. He’s offering a tender touch that you’ve only seen him give to Grogu.
“I’d ensure you make it home,” he states.
All you can do is blink at him for a moment.
“What are you saying?” you ask it slowly, beating down the rising hope and heartbeat.
“You can come with us. I’ll keep you safe.”
His voice is certain and unwavering. That hope you were beating down wins, bursting into your chest. The smile that grows on your face is blinding and breathtaking. Din has the terrifying thought that he would do whatever he can to make you continue smiling like that.
“Are you sure I won’t slow you down?”
“I already travel with a child. You’ll be easy.”
You nod enthusiastically. Dank farrik, Din must be absolutely melting in his helmet. There’s no other reason his brain is short-circuiting like this.
“I guess this way you don't have to come all the way back to Nabu to bring me gifts,” you tease.
Another circuit in Din’s brain pops.
“That’s one way of looking at it.”
“Where would we go first?”
“Mos Eisley first, then wherever the bounty takes us.”
“Mos Eisley?” You ask feeling just a bit stupid.
“Tatooine.”
You nod thinking of what to pack. Tatooine is a desert planet, but you’ll be going to places of all temperatures and weather. At the same time, you don't want to pack too heavy. How are you going to fit all your art supplies into a bag? Will there even be room on his ship?
“My easel and supplies, will there be room? I suppose I can always just stick to sketching and paint when I get back,” you mumble the end to yourself.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make room.”
A small gesture that carries such big implications for how you’ll fit into his life from here on out. Din will no longer be entering your space. You won't be the one adjusting and making room. He will. Din is going to alter everything about his life so you can fit neatly in it.
“Y’know, that’s the first time you’ve told me not to worry that actually made me stop worrying,” you muse.
“You worry too much.”
His hand squeezes your knee further.
“It’s hard not to with you two around,” you tease with a playful smile.
You can't hear it, but you can see the light chuckle move in his chest.
“You should hit the rack. Big day tomorrow,” Din says softly.
He gives your knee one last squeeze before removing it. Your knee is suddenly cold. Din misses the warmth he was able to barely feel through his glove. He wonders how warm you are without the glove.
“Big day, indeed.”
***
You don't mention saying goodbye to any family the next morning. Din doesn't ask. If your sister is any indication, family is likely a sore topic. You hug various people as you walk to Dee’ja Port. Din recognizes Gus, who sends you away with a basket of bread and a firm order not to forget to eat. Another person you introduce as Luka gives you a bottle of spotchka. Then Melda, the woman Din spoke to at the Inn, shoves over a rolled-up blanket. It seems to be made of every hue in a Naboo sunset and woven together with thick soft yarn. He watches your eyes widen.
“Melda, you must need this. I can't take it,” you say and attempt to hand it back.
Melda shakes her head and holds her hand up to stop you.
“We have plenty. I want you to have a piece of home with you when you need it. Nothing more Dee'ja Peak than one of my blankets,” she insists.
You give her an extra tight hug. When you set off again you explain to Din that the blanket is one used on the beds in the Inn. Melda hand makes them. She sells them during festivals and sometimes even takes commissions. They’re expensive, though. They take a lot of work and material. Her giving you one is a heart-swelling gesture.
All in all, it takes the two of you twenty-five minutes to make the ten-minute walk to Dee’ja Port. Every few buildings someone is stopping you to give you a hug and wish you well. Din and Grogu watch in silent awe at the sheer amount of love you are showered with on your way out.
Dee’ja Port houses four bays and cheap docking. The Razor Crest is sitting in the furthest bay. He leads you to her, telling you what she’s called. It feels like he’s nervously introducing you to a family member. You give him a warm smile that you then direct to the Crest. You place a gentle hand on the side of her body.
“It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen,” you hum.
Din chuckles, drawing your attention.
“She’s a piece of garbage, but she’s our piece of garbage,” he says.
He helps you to secure your things in the cargo hold. Priority is to take off, then you can figure out where exactly everything will go. It’s strange imagining him existing in this space. While you can see him in the way everything is organized, there’s nothing else that feels like Din.
From the cargo hold you pass the small living quarters and climb up into the cockpit. You sit to Din’s right, Grogu on your lap. Grogu coos and reaches out to the left. When you follow his little hand you find your drawings on the back wall. The one you drew of Din and Grogu that first morning and the silly little crayon sketch. Your face heats up.
“I didn't think you hung them up,” you comment.
Din glances at you and then over his other shoulder.
“Oh- the-,” he clears his throat a little, “the kid really likes them.”
You smile as Din faces forward. Din swears his beskar must be red and gooey with how hot his skin is.
“Awe, you like my drawings, Grogu?” you coo down at the kid.
He looks up at you with his ears perked up, gurgling.
“I’m glad because there’s only going to be more,” you say, eyes darting up to where Din is flipping switches and pressing buttons.
Grogu coos happily. The Crest roars to life, causing you to jump a bit.
“Sorry,” Din mumbles as he continues readying the ship.
When the ship starts to move it really sinks in. You’re leaving Dee’ja Peak. You’re leaving Nabu. Din looks at you over his shoulder. You can see your reflection in his visor, wide-eyed and anxious.
“Ready?” Din asks.
You take a deep breath.
“As I’ll ever be.”
Din nods and looks forward again. Another few flips and clicks then the ship is off. As you leave your home and everyone you know behind, your eyes stay glued on the beskar-clad man in front of you. You watch him open up an entire galaxy of possibilities to you for no reason other than the desire to do so. The blue of the atmosphere gives way to an endless expanse of stars, but you’re sure the brightest of them all is in this cockpit with you.
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Holy Day Meditation for 4/10/21 e.v. - The Feast for the Third Day of the Writing of the Book of the Law
April 10, 2021 æ.v. Dies Saturnii,
☉︎ 20° ♈︎ : ☽︎ 4° ♈︎ : ♄ : Ⅴⅴⅰⅰ
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
The Feast for the Third Day of the Writing of the Book of the Law, The Greater Feast of Saint Swinburne, The Day of Aleph, The Day of the Fool
Hebrew Letter: Aleph
Numerical Value as Letter: 1
Numerical Value as Word: 111/831 (Aleph+Lamed+Peh / Aleph+Lamed+Peh [fin.]) or 117/837 (Aleph+Lamed+Vav+Peh / Aleph+Lamed+Vav+Peh [fin.])
Meaning: Ox.
Thoth Card: The Fool (Atu 0)
Alternate Title: The Spirit of Aethyr.
Image:
Correspondences:
Tree of Life Path Association: Key 11 - Chokmah to Kether (from Sephira 2-1)
Astrological Sign: -
Element: Air
Egyptian Godforms: Hoor-pa-kraat, Mout, Shu, Tefnut
Geomantic Figure: Those of Airy Triplicity
Gemstones: Topaz, Chalcedony
Perfumes: Galbanum, Pinus, Gum Arabic, Mastic, Anise and all fresh odors.
Plants: Aspen, Peppermint, Lime, Linden, Pennyroyal
Animals: Eagle, Man (Cherub of Air), Ox
Colors:
King Scale – Bright pale yellow
Queen Scale – Sky blue
Prince Scale – Blue emerald green
Princess Scale – Emerald, flecked gold
The Secret Instruction of the Master:
Know Naught! All ways are lawful to Innocence. Pure folly is the Key to Initiation. Silence breaks into Rapture. Be neither man nor woman, but both in one. Be silent, Babe in the Egg of Blue, that thou mayest grow to bear the Lance and Graal! Wander alone, and sing! In the King's Palace his daughter awaits thee.
Mnemonic:
Truth, laughter, lust: Wine's Holy Fool! Veil rent, Lewd madness is sublime enlightenment.
Recommended Text for Meditation:
Liber AL vel Legis sub figura CCXX, Cap. 3
The Book of the Law Liber AL vel Legis sub figura CCXX
as delivered by XCIII = 418 to DCLXVI
III
1. Abrahadabra; the reward of Ra Hoor Khut.
2. There is division hither homeward; there is a word not known. Spelling is defunct; all is not aught. Beware! Hold! Raise the spell of Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
3. Now let it be first understood that I am a god of War and of Vengeance. I shall deal hardly with them.
4. Choose ye an island!
5. Fortify it!
6. Dung it about with enginery of war!
7. I will give you a war-engine.
8. With it ye shall smite the peoples; and none shall stand before you.
9. Lurk! Withdraw! Upon them! this is the Law of the Battle of Conquest: thus shall my worship be about my secret house.
10. Get the stele of revealing itself; set it in thy secret temple -- and that temple is already aright disposed -- & it shall be your Kiblah for ever. It shall not fade, but miraculous colour shall come back to it day after day. Close it in locked glass for a proof to the world.
11. This shall be your only proof. I forbid argument. Conquer! That is enough. I will make easy to you the abstruction from the ill-ordered house in the Victorious City. Thou shalt thyself convey it with worship, o prophet, though thou likest it not. Thou shalt have danger & trouble. Ra-Hoor-Khu is with thee. Worship me with fire & blood; worship me with swords & with spears. Let the woman be girt with a sword before me: let blood flow to my name. Trample down the Heathen; be upon them, o warrior, I will give you of their flesh to eat!
12. Sacrifice cattle, little and big: after a child.
13. But not now.
14. Ye shall see that hour, o blessed Beast, and thou the Scarlet Concubine of his desire!
15. Ye shall be sad thereof.
16. Deem not too eagerly to catch the promises; fear not to undergo the curses. Ye, even ye, know not this meaning all.
17. Fear not at all; fear neither men nor Fates, nor gods, nor anything. Money fear not, nor laughter of the folk folly, nor any other power in heaven or upon the earth or under the earth. Nu is your refuge as Hadit your light; and I am the strength, force, vigour, of your arms.
18. Mercy let be off; damn them who pity! Kill and torture; spare not; be upon them!
19. That stele they shall call the Abomination of Desolation; count well its name, & it shall be to you as 718.
20. Why? Because of the fall of Because, that he is not there again.
21. Set up my image in the East: thou shalt buy thee an image which I will show thee, especial, not unlike the one thou knowest. And it shall be suddenly easy for thee to do this.
22. The other images group around me to support me: let all be worshipped, for they shall cluster to exalt me. I am the visible object of worship; the others are secret; for the Beast & his Bride are they: and for the winners of the Ordeal x. What is this? Thou shalt know.
23. For perfume mix meal & honey & thick leavings of red wine: then oil of Abramelin and olive oil, and afterward soften & smooth down with rich fresh blood.
24. The best blood is of the moon, monthly: then the fresh blood of a child, or dropping from the host of heaven: then of enemies; then of the priest or of the worshippers: last of some beast, no matter what.
25. This burn: of this make cakes & eat unto me. This hath also another use; let it be laid before me, and kept thick with perfumes of your orison: it shall become full of beetles as it were and creeping things sacred unto me.
26. These slay, naming your enemies; & they shall fall before you.
27. Also these shall breed lust & power of lust in you at the eating thereof.
28. Also ye shall be strong in war.
29. Moreover, be they long kept, it is better; for they swell with my force. All before me.
30. My altar is of open brass work: burn thereon in silver or gold!
31. There cometh a rich man from the West who shall pour his gold upon thee.
32. From gold forge steel!
33. Be ready to fly or to smite!
34. But your holy place shall be untouched throughout the centuries: though with fire and sword it be burnt down & shattered, yet an invisible house there standeth, and shall stand until the fall of the Great Equinox; when Hrumachis shall arise and the double-wanded one assume my throne and place. Another prophet shall arise, and bring fresh fever from the skies; another woman shall awakethe lust & worship of the Snake; another soul of God and beast shall mingle in the globed priest; another sacrifice shall stain the tomb; another king shall reign; and blessing no longer be poured To the Hawk-headed mystical Lord!
35. The half of the word of Heru-ra-ha, called Hoor-pa-kraat and Ra-Hoor-Khut.
36. Then said the prophet unto the God:
37. I adore thee in the song --
I am the Lord of Thebes, and I
The inspired forth-speaker of Mentu;
For me unveils the veiled sky,
The self-slain Ankh-af-na-khonsu
Whose words are truth. I invoke, I greet
Thy presence, O Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
Unity uttermost showed!
I adore the might of Thy breath,
Supreme and terrible God,
Who makest the gods and death
To tremble before Thee: --
I, I adore thee!
Appear on the throne of Ra!
Open the ways of the Khu!
Lighten the ways of the Ka!
The ways of the Khabs run through
To stir me or still me!
Aum! let it fill me!
38. So that thy light is in me; & its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order. There is a secret door that I shall make to establish thy way in all the quarters, (these are the adorations, as thou hast written), as it is said:
The light is mine; its rays consume
Me: I have made a secret door
Into the House of Ra and Tum,
Of Khephra and of Ahathoor.
I am thy Theban, O Mentu,
The prophet Ankh-af-na-khonsu!
By Bes-na-Maut my breast I beat;
By wise Ta-Nech I weave my spell.
Show thy star-splendour, O Nuit!
Bid me within thine House to dwell,
O winged snake of light, Hadit!
Abide with me, Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
39. All this and a book to say how thou didst come hither and a reproduction of this ink and paper for ever -- for in it is the word secret & not only in the English -- and thy comment upon this the Book of the Law shall be printed beautifully in red ink and black upon beautiful paper made by hand; and to each man and woman that thou meetest, were it but to dine or to drink at them, it is the Law to give. Then they shall chance to abide in this bliss or no; it is no odds. Do this quickly!
40. But the work of the comment? That is easy; and Hadit burning in thy heart shall make swift and secure thy pen.
41. Establish at thy Kaaba a clerk-house: all must be done well and with business way.
42. The ordeals thou shalt oversee thyself, save only the blind ones. Refuse none, but thou shalt know & destroy the traitors. I am Ra-Hoor-Khuit; and I am powerful to protect my servant. Success is thy proof: argue not; convert not; talk not over much! Them that seek to entrap thee, to overthrow thee, them attack without pity or quarter; & destroy them utterly. Swift as a trodden serpent turn and strike! Be thou yet deadlier than he! Drag down their souls to awful torment: laugh at their fear: spit upon them!
43. Let the Scarlet Woman beware! If pity and compassion and tenderness visit her heart; if she leave my work to toy with old sweetnesses; then shall my vengeance be known. I will slay me her child: I will alienate her heart: I will cast her out from men: as a shrinking and despised harlot shall she crawl through dusk wet streets, and die cold and an-hungered.
44. But let her raise herself in pride! Let her follow me in my way! Let her work the work of wickedness! Let her kill her heart! Let her be loud and adulterous! Let her be covered with jewels, and rich garments, and let her be shameless before all men!
45. Then will I lift her to pinnacles of power: then will I breed from her a child mightier than all the kings of the earth. I will fill her with joy: with my force shall she see & strike at the worship of Nu: she shall achieve Hadit.
46. I am the warrior Lord of the Forties: the Eighties cower before me, & are abased. I will bring you to victory & joy: I will be at your arms in battle & ye shall delight to slay. Success is your proof; courage is your armour; go on, go on, in my strength; & ye shall turn not back for any!
47. This book shall be translated into all tongues: but always with the original in the writing of the Beast; for in the chance shape of the letters and their position to one another: in these are mysteries that no Beast shall divine. Let him not seek to try: but one cometh after him, whence I say not, who shall discover the Key of it all. Then this line drawn is a key: then this circle squared in its failure is a key also. And Abrahadabra. It shall be his child & that strangely. Let him not seek after this; for thereby alone can he fall from it.
48. Now this mystery of the letters is done, and I want to go on to the holier place.
49. I am in a secret fourfold word, the blasphemy against all gods of men.
50. Curse them! Curse them! Curse them!
51. With my Hawk's head I peck at the eyes of Jesus as he hangs upon the cross.
52. I flap my wings in the face of Mohammed & blind him.
53. With my claws I tear out the flesh of the Indian and the Buddhist, Mongol and Din.
54. Bahlasti! Ompehda! I spit on your crapulous creeds.
55. Let Mary inviolate be torn upon wheels: for her sake let all chaste women be utterly despised among you!
56. Also for beauty's sake and love's!
57. Despise also all cowards; professional soldiers who dare not fight, but play; all fools despise!
58. But the keen and the proud, the royal and the lofty; ye are brothers!
59. As brothers fight ye!
60. There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt.
61. There is an end of the word of the God enthroned in Ra's seat, lightening the girders of the soul.
62. To Me do ye reverence! to me come ye through tribulation of ordeal, which is bliss.
63. The fool readeth this Book of the Law, and its comment; & he understandeth it not.
64. Let him come through the first ordeal, & it will be to him as silver.
65. Through the second, gold.
66. Through the third, stones of precious water.
67. Through the fourth, ultimate sparks of the intimate fire.
68. Yet to all it shall seem beautiful. Its enemies who say not so, are mere liars.
69. There is success.
70. I am the Hawk-Headed Lord of Silence & of Strength; my nemyss shrouds the night-blue sky.
71. Hail! ye twin warriors about the pillars of the world! for your time is nigh at hand.
72. I am the Lord of the Double Wand of Power; the wand of the Force of Coph Nia--but my left hand is empty, for I have crushed an Universe; & nought remains.
73. Paste the sheets from right to left and from top to bottom: then behold!
74. There is a splendour in my name hidden and glorious, as the sun of midnight is ever the son.
75. The ending of the words is the Word Abrahadabra.
The Book of the Law is Written
and Concealed.
Aum. Ha.
Love is the law, love under will.
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Saints&Reading: Mon., Aug., 16, 2021
August 16 / August 3
THE MONKS ISAAC, DALMATIUS AND FAUSTUS (5th c.)
The Monks Isaac, Dalmatius and Faustus were hegumens of a Dalmatian monastery. The Monk Dalmatius had served in the army of the holy nobleborn emperor Theodosius the Great (379-395) and gained his notice. Having left the world somewhere between the years 381-383, the Monk Dalmatius together with his son Faustus went to the monastery of the Monk Isaac near Constantinople. The Monk Isaac vowed father and son into monasticism, and they both began to lead a strict ascetic life. Once during Great Lent the Monk Dalmatius did not partake of food during the course of 40 days, and later having regained his strength, he was vouchsafed worthy of a Divine vision. Having drawn near the end of his earthly life, the Monk Isaac put in his place as monastery head the Monk Dalmatius, through whose name the monastery became known as the Dalmatian.
The Monk Dalmatius showed himself a zealous proponent of the Orthodox faith at the III OEcumenical Council at Ephesus (431), which censured the heresy of Nestorius.
After the Council the holy fathers elevated the Monk Dalmatius to the dignity of archimandrite of the Dalmatian monastery, at which he died at age ninety (after year 446).
About the Monk Faustus is known that he, like his father, was a great ascetic and in monastic deeds he particularly excelled at fasting. After the death of his father, Faustus became hegumen of the monastery.
© 1996-2001 by translator Fr. S. Janos.
THE MONK KOSMA THE HERMIT (6th c.)
The Monk Kosma the Hermit lived during the VI Century in the Tharan wilderness in Palestine. An account of the Bikaneia presbyter Abba Basil about the Monk Kosma is located in the book "Spiritual Meadow" compiled by the Monk John Moskhos. He was strict of fasting, a firm defender of the Orthodox faith and Church dogmas, and profoundly knowledgeable in Holy Scripture and the works of the Church fathers. The Monk Kosma particularly revered the works of Sainted Athanasias the Great and told those to whom he spoke: "If thou comest across a word of Saint Atanasias and hast not paper, write it down upon thy clothing". He had the habit to stand at prayer all night Saturday through Sunday. Having once come to Antioch, he died there. The patriarch buried his body at his monastery. Abba Basil relates, that when he came to venerate at the grave of Saint Kosma, he found there a beggar, who told him: "It is a great elder, which ye have buried here!", and he explained that he lay as a cripple for 12 years and received healing through the prayers of Saint Kosma.
© 1996-2001 by translator Fr. S. Janos.
SALOME THE HOLY MYRRH-BEARER (1st. c.)
The great and holy myrrh-bearer Salome was one of the women disciples of Jesus. She was the daughter of St. Joseph the Betrothed and his first wife (who was also named Salome), making the Theotokos her step-mother. She married Zebedee and became the mother of the Apostles James and John. Her feast day is celebrated on August 3. As one of the myrrh-bearing women who brought spices to Christ's tomb and found it empty, she is celebrated as one who first brought tidings of the Resurrection to the world, especially on the Sunday of Myrrh-bearing Women. She was mentioned in the bible four times.
MATTHEW 18:1-11
1 At that time the disciples came to Jesus, saying, "Who then is greatest in the kingdom of heaven?" 2 Then Jesus called a little child to Him, set him in the midst of them, 3 and said, "Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven. 4 Therefore whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. 5 Whoever receives one little child like this in My name receives Me. 6 But whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to sin, it would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck, and he were drowned in the depth of the sea. 7Woe to the world because of offenses! For offenses must come, but woe to that man by whom the offense comes! 8 If your hand or foot causes you to sin, cut it off and cast it from you. It is better for you to enter into life lame or maimed, rather than having two hands or two feet, to be cast into the everlasting fire.And if your eye causes you to sin, pluck it out and cast it from you. It is better for you to enter into life with one eye, rather than having two eyes, to be cast into hell fire.10 Take heed that you do not despise one of these little ones, for I say to you that in heaven their angels always see the face of My Father who is in heaven. 11 For the Son of Man has come to save that which was lost.
CORINTHIANS 1:10-18
10 Now I plead with you, brethren, by the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that you all speak the same thing, and that there be no divisions among you, but that you be perfectly joined together in the same mind and in the same judgment. 11 For it has been declared to me concerning you, my brethren, by those of Chloe's household, that there are contentions among you. 12 Now I say this, that each of you says, "I am of Paul," or "I am of Apollos," or "I am of Cephas," or "I am of Christ." 13 Is Christ divided? Was Paul crucified for you? Or were you baptized in the name of Paul? 14 I thank God that I baptized none of you except Crispus and Gaius, 15 lest anyone should say that I had baptized in my own name. 16 Yes, I also baptized the household of Stephanas. Besides, I do not know whether I baptized any other. 17 For Christ did not send me to baptize, but to preach the gospel, not with wisdom of words, lest the cross of Christ should be made of no effect. 18 For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.
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@warpulse | i like writing five times kissed things so i thought i’d start with that
i.)
usually, the most gorgeous and stunning things in life are also the most dangerous. there’s beauty to be behold in a storm, sweeping over the lands to leave destruction in it’s path. there’s beauty to be behold in the eyes of a fierce animal, just getting ready for the killing blow. there’s beauty to be behold in fire licking up and devouring whatever it reaches.
comparing someone such as jack morrison to these things might seem a little out of place, maybe. especially when it’s the golden strike team all together – amari fits the description of an slender animal just waiting for the right time to rip someone’s throat out better; reyes is fire that burns all that it touches – but jack? jack is calm in the way a storm is. the softness right before it, but you can already see the force of nature coming up.
it’s one thing that makes people underestimate him, maybe. the un for sure – jesse has never been one for politics much, not in that high up and holier-than-thou attitude these people would play, but he can read between lines, and it’s clear they thought that this was their best shot to have someone they could rope into their biding, and they couldn’t have been more wrong. he knows this already three weeks into being on base, and after a total of seeing the man in person four times; combining to less than ten minutes overall. he also knows that, no matter what reyes says, if jack hadn’t liked him in some way, then there wouldn’t have been any deal. sure, his new commanding officer would say different, but it shows in subtle ways, and all the same unmistakable.
(don’t. don’t make things harder on yourself by pretending there is something when there’s not. you’re imagining, and that’s only going to complicate things.)
passing by the office, the door a rare sight by being ajar, he grins at the strike commander and blows a kiss in his direction – something not entirely atypical, but maybe still uncalled for given how unsteady his own position here is at this point still. figures the man won’t notice anyway; if he’s another thing, it’s constantly wrapped up in work.
so the brief smile? not directed at him.
ii.)
he has seen him in action, alright. not often – blackwatch doesn’t often run operations with overwatch, but they sometimes lend one or two their agents to them. not the other way around, too risky. still, even then, the strike commander himself is obviously rarely with them on the field.
it takes no genius to know that he would rather be there than talk to the politicians who want to talk over everything a hundred and a thousand times, even more so when critical thinking and fast acting are of utmost importance. they don’t care about the individual lives on the line; as long as the numbers say under a certain threshold, they don’t care.
a more idealistic person than jesse might have condemned them, but he knows enough to understand that the greater good has to outweigh the smaller one; even if he doesn’t like it. he’s an optimist and a romantic, but he’s also a killer. a weapon to reyes and blackwatch as much as the gun in his own hand, and just because he occasionally works for overwatch instead doesn’t make it a hammer instead. destroy, not build.
(he wished differently.)
still, the very rare time one could witness jack? it was truly a sight to behold. a whole different man than the one behind the desk. fierce and efficient and breathtaking; a stunning spectacle. it makes it difficult to concentrate on anything else, really.
a storm made man.
on the transport back, the glow has somewhat faded, but it doesn’t make him less dangerous, or less admirable. exhausted, but in good spirits. they didn’t loose anyone today. the smirk he wears while mentioning that he’ll be watched with hawk’s eyes again so he doesn’t sneak off to fight himself again makes him look ten years younger, and jesse yearns, and the only way he knows to express this is with smart remarks and flirtations that could count as jokes, even though they very much aren’t. nervousness makes them more frequent with each smile and even laugh, and he wonders, briefly, if he died out there after all and this is both heaven and hell at once.
(you wouldn’t go to heaven, don’t fool yourself.)
he all but flees as soon as they arrive back home, and takes the longest cold shower of his life, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t still seeing him in front of his inner eye; transfixed on his lips, and he wonders, not for the first time, he’d imagine what it’d be like to kiss him.
by the time he falls asleep, later, he needs another shower.
iii.)
it comes expected, and not at all.
when they actually do come together, it’s a whirl of it’s own, but at the very same time, it happens slowly, deliberately. there’s method to the destruction that happens within his heart, and he wonders, not for the first time, if this is reality or if he’s dying and his brain produces just what it had summoned countless times before, but adds new details here and there.
(ground yourself.)
(five things you see.)
the intense blueness of jack’s eyes, burning into his. his hair, disheveled. his very own hand, on the other’s hip. the very much closed door. that smirk that seems both sappy and absolutely shit eating.
(four things you feel.)
the shirt under his hand, stretching over defined muscle. the warmth of another body far too close and impossibly far. fingers in his hair, over the back of his neck, not pulling or pushing, but just… there. nice. lips on his, hot and pulsing and real.
(three things you hear.)
the rushing of his own blood in his ears. rustling of clothes against each other. shared breath, a bit heavy from a lack of oxygen.
(two things you can smell.)
a mixture of ink, cologne and gunpowder, just beneath it. the lingering smell of forgotten coffee.
(one thing you can taste.)
him. all over – deep and rich and unlike anyone else jesse has kissed before in his life – which doesn’t include a lot of people, but it’s still different, and in such a good way. a taste he could and might drown in, that absolutely fills his lungs.
real.
he almost laughs, but doesn’t because he doesn’t want to ruin the moment, and presses in again.
iv.)
it’s late. the clock ticks away with its arms far closer to morning already than they are to the previous evening, but that’s nothing new. they both don’t sleep a lot, for many of the same and many different reasons. besides, they usually do this late, when there’s nobody to ask questions. it’s not that they hide because they want to, but there’s questions that doesn’t need to be asked. it’s easier in the overall picture. it’s better in case someone decides to poke around and make shit up that isn’t there. it’s easy to read into it with their vastly differing positions, but there’s nothing to it there. and neither wants anyone to put their nose into things that don’t belong to them.
it’s not that he doesn’t wonder, occasionally. what it would be like; being just about anyone where nobody cares who you want to spend your life with. actually, having a life to spend with someone, not just evenings between exhaustion and wars, be they real or on paper.
no question: he loves this man. he would go through hell for him. might even already do it, even if jack is unaware of some of the things he does to keep him safe. surely, the other way around too. maybe even more so. they don’t talk about it much; bad enough to weight it on one’s conscious, no need to share those burdens in detail. they do without words.
it might, at some point, prove to be a problem, but for now? for now it’s easy to drown out the voices and the whispers and the doubts with a gentle kiss, and soft touches, and the affirmation that feelings are shared, and returned.
(when has love alone ever been enough?)
v.)
the world is going to hell.
less literal than the last time. maybe not even the entire world. no, definitely not the entire world – just his entire world. just the part that matters most to him.
they try talking, but it never works out. they don’t listen to each other. they never learned how to. maybe if they did from the start – no secrets kept, no parts of themselves still hidden underneath layers laid bare already, then maybe this could be saved. but the path they move on only holds doom.
in his mind, he begs. come with me. leave this all behind. we can start new, somewhere else where nobody knows who we are.
nonsense, of course, there’s nowhere they would be able to escape to. and even if: there’s no way he would come.
there are two options: he stays, with him. on a path that’s self destructive at best, caught between two opposing forces, and he will get crushed in between. in a way, fitting – he decided to move into the storm, nest in its heart, so it’s only fair if it tears out his very own. poetic, if you will. and maybe have a moment of peace before the end.
the other part – he leaves. breaks both their hearts for sure, but with some luck, it breaks the habit just enough for the man he loves to readjust his look at the world, and see what’s wrong. jesse can’t tell, he never could tell right from wrong, but jack did, once upon a time, and maybe he could again.
(that’s the lie that sets in his heart. truth is: he’s a coward, and he cannot stand watching the love of his life destroy himself even further. that’s what really breaks him here.)
seeing him less and less, he wonders if his absence would even be noticed. if he is, by now, anything but another voice to argue against, and a weight in the bed that’s barely shared anymore.
when he kisses jack now, it’s not warmth of liquid sunshine anymore, or the rich bitterness of his coffee. he tastes of ash, and a harsh winter. jesse’s heart bleeds, but he cannot watch them both rot away to nothingness. he can’t.
he leaves, in the first rays of the day, but he leaves his heart in their bed. it had been there for far longer than he had been.
addendum.)
he hadn’t been at the funeral. too risky, even if he hated himself for it.
when he finally visits, it’s quiet. no wind at all. maybe that’s fitting. maybe. he doesn’t know anymore. he doesn’t know a lot of things these days.
he spends longer than he should. no words leave his lips – he does talk, just not out loud. if the words left his mouth without reply, he might as well just open up the earth and join the man he loved, and whom he left behind without any regard of how he might feel about it.
he wishes he could apologize.
he wishes, he wishes but oh – the wind is gone, and all that remains is an eerie silence, ringing in his ears, scorching the hollow hole inside his chest where once a heart rested. quiet.
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Edwin Austin Abbey (1852-1911), 'The Penance of Eleanor, Duchess of Gloucester', 1900
”In Act II, Scene iii, of Henry VI, Part 2, Eleanor, Duchess of Gloucester, is accused of witchcraft. Her supposed co-conspirators are to be executed, but she is exiled to the Isle of Man. In Scene iv she is forced to do public penance. The directions say, "Enter the Duchess barefoot in a white sheet, with verses pinned upon her back and a taper burning in her hand, with the Sheriff and Officers and Sir John Stanley. A crowd following." She gets no help from her husband Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester, the uncle of Henry VI and the Protector of the young king; Gloucester advises, "Be patient, gentle Nell; forget this grief." Eleanor then foretells the fall of her husband through the machinations of his enemies Suffolk, York and Cardinal Beaufort. Abbey, with his usual attention to the text and to historical detail, captures the poignancy of the moment when Eleanor, frail, humiliated and abandoned, prophesies:
Ah, Gloucester, teach me to forget myself!
For whilst I think I am thy married wife
And thou a prince, protector of this land,
Methinks I should not thus be led along,
Mail'd up in shame, with papers on my back,
And followed with a rabble that rejoice
To see my tears and hear my deep-fet groans.
The ruthless flint doth cut my tender feet,
And when I start, the envious people laugh
And bid me be advised how I tread.
Ah, Humphrey, can I bear this shameful yoke?
Trow'st thou that e'er I'll look upon the world,
Or count them happy that enjoy the sun?
No; dark shall be my light and night my day;
To think upon my pomp shall be my hell.
Sometime I'll say, I am Duke Humphrey's wife,
And he a prince and ruler of the land:
Yet so he ruled and such a prince he was
As he stood by whilst I, his forlorn duchess,
Was made a wonder and a pointing-stock
To every idle rascal follower.
But be thou mild and blush not at my shame,
Nor stir at nothing till the axe of death
Hang over thee, as, sure, it shortly will;
For Suffolk, he that can do all in all
With her that hateth thee and hates us all,
And York and impious Beaufort, that false priest,
Have all limed bushes to betray thy wings,
And, fly thou how thou canst, they'll tangle thee:
But fear not thou, until thy foot be snared,
Nor never seek prevention of thy foes.
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Top 5 soliloquies? Could be from Shakespeare or whatever else :)
Thank you so much for this ask! I appreciate it! I’ll do some from Shakespeare (and probably some from Oscar Wilde let’s be real about ourselves tonight >-
1) I AM STRAIGHT UP NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME (The Tempest)
All the infections that the sun sucks upFrom bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make himBy inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear meAnd yet I needs must curse. But they’ll nor pinch,Fright me with urchin—shows, pitch me i’ the mire,Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the darkOut of my way, unless he bid ’em; butFor every trifle are they set upon me;Sometime like apes that mow and chatter at meAnd after bite me, then like hedgehogs whichLie tumbling in my barefoot way and mountTheir pricks at my footfall; sometime am IAll wound with adders who with cloven tonguesDo hiss me into madness.
- Caliban; The Tempest (2.2.)
Okay I love everything about the language in this play, but some of Caliban’s speeches are the best places to find these fantastic descriptions of the island that we’re on. Better yet, the way that he describes Ariel and the other spirits is so fascinating to me - it makes me wonder about where Ariel comes from, it makes me want to dive into the psychology (which is exactly what I’m doing for #ProjectTempest which is now #ProjectAriel). There’s a sense of militarism that comes from the spirits. They organize themselves into a hierarchy, with Ariel captaining the whole brigade, and not to mention, some of the things that they do are seen, at least in my eyes, as incredibly violent. In my project concerning Ariel, I am trying to dig into why we see Ariel as morally better than Caliban, even though he does some rather tortuous things, and this speech is full of them. I’m currently reading W.H. Auden’s The Sea and the Mirror, which is a poem that explores duality in The Tempest, using primarily Caliban (who represents the earth) and Ariel (who represents the sky). Auden made this incredible chart using these two ideas as ends of a spectrum, and he calls them both “HELL” (I’ll see if I can find the chart somewhere and upload it eventually because it is fascinating). Ahh, I just love this play so much.
2) #EXPOSED (Love’s Labour’s Lost)
Ah, good my liege, I pray thee, pardon me!Good heart, what grace hast thou, thus to reproveThese worms for loving, that art most in love?Your eyes do make no coaches; in your tearsThere is no certain princess that appears;You’ll not be perjured, ‘tis a hateful thing;Tush, none but minstrels like of sonneting!But are you not ashamed? nay, are you not,All three of you, to be thus much o'ershot?You found his mote; the king your mote did see;But I a beam do find in each of three.O, what a scene of foolery have I seen,Of sighs, of groans, of sorrow and of teen!O me, with what strict patience have I sat,To see a king transformed to a gnat!To see great Hercules whipping a gig,And profound Solomon to tune a jig,And Nestor play at push-pin with the boys,And critic Timon laugh at idle toys!Where lies thy grief, O, tell me, good Dumain?And gentle Longaville, where lies thy pain?And where my liege’s? all about the breast:A caudle, ho!
- Berowne; Love’s Labour’s Lost (4.3.)
THIS SCENE. It will always make me laugh, and cry, and feel every human emotion in the book. God, I love it so much. Can we talk about how ridiculous these boys are? Berowne has such a superiority complex - he’s always off by himself, probably musing to himself, even when he isn’t trying to keep secrets from his three best friends. So when he’s found his chance to have a laugh, he takes it. And can we talk about the language in this play? So fun, absolute joy to read. It makes me cry sometimes I won’t lie. I adore these boys, and I adore how everyone gangs up on Dumaine because Dumaine is the baby (and of course he goes after Katharine because why shouldn’t he?) and I will die on this hill. I love this play so much.
3) DOUBT COMES IN (Lady Windermere’s Fan)
How horrible! I understand now what Lord Darlington meant by the imaginary instance of the couple not two years married. Oh! it can’t be true—she spoke of enormous sums of money paid to this woman. I know where Arthur keeps his bank book—in one of the drawers of that desk. I might find out by that. I will find out. [Opens drawer.] No, it is some hideous mistake. [Rises and goes C.] Some silly scandal! He loves me! He loves me! But why should I not look? I am his wife, I have a right to look! [Returns to bureau, takes out book and examines it page by page, smiles and gives a sigh of relief.] I knew it! there is not a word of truth in this stupid story. [Puts book back in drawer. As she does so, starts and takes out another book.] A second book—private—locked! [Tries to open it, but fails. Sees paper knife on bureau, and with it cuts cover from book. Begins to start at the first page.] ‘Mrs. Erlynne—£600—Mrs. Erlynne—£700—Mrs. Erlynne—£400.’ Oh! it is true! It is true! How horrible! [Throws book on floor.]
- Lady Windermere; Lady Windermere’s Fan (Act I)
“A wife should trust her husband” says Arthur, because it’s all he knows about marriage, that and that he would do anything for his wife. He would throw himself in front of the spear of society’s hatred for her, even though it is what he fears most. Arthur spends his entire life trying to be the model husband, the model son, the model father, the model man in society, he is so focused on perfection that Margaret can’t believe it when he’s fallen from grace. And it ruins Arthur just as much, maybe even more so. Everyone knows that Arthur is a perfectionist. He tries to match Margaret’s model, as Cecil would say “that is the worst of women. They always want one to be good. And if we are good, when they meet us, they don’t love us at all”. He feels like he needs someone to reform him, keep him from falling into the pit, but really he needs to relax. He needs to learn how to say “no”. And people have been waiting for him to slip up: Darlington because he wants Margaret, Cecil and George because they find it amusing. For Margaret, this is where the chips fall, where the imperfections finally come through. For the first time, she has reason to doubt him. And she lets it consume her.
Arthur finds himself in the same position at the end of Act III. He finds his wife’s fan in Darlington’s rooms, and you can feel the tension in his voice, he’s about ready to throw out his back and shoulders from how tense he gets. But he doesn’t blame his wife, he blames Darlington, or at least that’s what he couldn’t bring himself to say. “And if my wife’s here, I’ll -”: he can’t finish his sentence, because it can’t be true. She loves me! She loves me! Thank goodness for Darlington’s interruption. For the first time, he has reason to doubt her. And he can’t bring himself to do it.
4) HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF (Lady Windermere’s Fan)
Gone out of her house! A letter addressed to her husband! [Goes over to bureau and looks at letter. Takes it up and lays it down again with a shudder of fear.] No, no! It would be impossible! Life doesn’t repeat its tragedies like that! Oh, why does this horrible fancy come across me? Why do I remember now the one moment of my life I most wish to forget? Does life repeat its tragedies? [Tears letter open and reads it, then sinks down into a chair with a gesture of anguish.] Oh, how terrible! The same words that twenty years ago I wrote to her father! and how bitterly I have been punished for it! No; my punishment, my real punishment is to-night, is now!
- Mrs. Erlynne; Lady Windermere’s Fan (Act II)
- What did Margaret write on that fatal letter? “Arthur has never understood me” says Margaret, “but when he reads this, he will”. It’s a second-generation Nora, the woman who has never understood herself because she’s been smothered. That’s exactly what Margaret has been, losing her parents at a young age, she has been sheltered from every kind of horrible truth there is. She believes her mother died a saint, her father whose heart swelled too much in devotion for such a saintly figure. Lady Julia made sure of that. In reality, Mrs. Erlynne, while not a saint in any regard, threatens to outshine the golden girl of society, her own daughter. Mrs. Erlynne is the life of the party, not her daughter, and what is worse, her husband might love this woman, and now she thinks he has every reason to. “Cowards are always pale” - how can Margaret hope to compete with this woman? Darlington says ‘forget them, run away with me’ - she can’t bear to think that her husband has left her side. “Come back to me?” she asks the Duchess, hardly able to believe that her husband could have left, but it’s Arthur she wants. She tells Darlington, “my husband may return to me”. She would forgive him, because she loves him, but she can’t stand to think of herself as second rate in her husband’s eyes. It’s a feeling that Mrs. Erlynne knows far too well. There’s so much about motherhood in this play that I absolutely love. In my prequel play, The Selby Roses, I attempt to explore similar ideas about fatherhood. There is so much generational conflict in both plays - even seen in the men of this play. Look at Cecil Graham: there is nothing he holds in contempt more than the older generation, but he also fears them. He gets sheepish around Mrs. Erlynne, he loves to talk down to Lord Augustus. “You were never my age” he tells Augustus, almost as if to say “And I’ll never be yours”. Ah, it is such an interesting concept. Okay, stream-of-conscious rant over hehehe :’)
5) HE’S SOME KIND OF POET (King Lear)
When we our betters see bearing our woes,We scarcely think our miseries our foes.Who alone suffers suffers most i’ th’ mind,Leaving free things and happy shows behind.But then the mind much sufferance doth o’erskipWhen grief hath mates and bearing fellowship.How light and portable my pain seems nowWhen that which makes me bend makes the Kingbow!He childed as I fathered. Tom, away.Mark the high noises, and thyself bewrayWhen false opinion, whose wrong thoughts defilethee,In thy just proof repeals and reconciles thee.What will hap more tonight, safe ’scape the King!Lurk, lurk.
- Edgar; King Lear (3.6.)
Will I ever figure out why Edgar is speaking in rhyme here, even though he is alone? Probably not. Though, it does totally make me believe that Edgar knows he has an audience, and it haunts him to no end. There are so many elements to King Lear that make it absolutely absurd, which is why it’s (at least in my eyes) such a good play for 2019. Edgar is performing for self-preservation, but isn’t everyone? Up until this night, he’s refused such a thing. Honesty or I am nothing. The day he accepted playing the game was the day Cordelia refused and that will 5ever end me.
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For Honor Event - Part 1 - July 13, 2019
Eevelion:
It had been about five minutes since everyone had been loaded into the transport van, jostling as it rolled across the bumpy untamed roads of the wastes while a handler gave a briefing on today's events, having prior only been explained as "Ghost neutralization".
"We're currently about ten minutes off from the Old Renaissance Fairgrounds where we are aware a Ghost has made it's lair, this ghost; Phantom Knight by our logs, or..." They'd take a close look at the log sheet they had brought with them "'Ser Gaius Grimsley von Datenshire III' by it's own proclamation, is on the more passive side, but it's actions inadvertently put the base and travelers at risk. As such it's been decided that it should be neutralized for people's safety. We're currently not recommending direct combat with the ghost, as we don't know it's full capabilities and we'd rather minimize chances of harm coming to anyone, instead we want to use this as an exercise in repenting a ghost through fulfilling it's last desires, since not many have done so. Judging by the ghost's behavior, we assume that engaging it in a 'tournament' has a high probability of fulfilling these desires, so it will be up to you all to put forth your best effort in defeating it in anything it challenges you to."
The driver in the front seat would call out for the handler's attention "About eight minutes now." gripping their papers the handler would turn back to those present "Y-yes, as he said, it's not far away, so if there's anything you need to know ask it now, and I'll try to answer your questions with what intel we have. Also," They'd produce a stack of papers from under their seat "Everyone should take a copy of the log sheet and give it a look as well." They'd hand the stack to whoever was behind them, ready to take any incoming questions.
Leona:
Gakuran, having begrudgingly come along, began to exam the paper work. While understanding the reasoning for not attacking, he'd be concerned with toying with a ghost. Though he had no questions, he was ready for the day to be over. He was here for observation and help, the quicker they did this the faster they'd get back home. "I'm fine with trying to repent the ghost by its means but what if it gets violent? Will we abort and take it down by other means?" Knowing that repenting a ghost could work well or fail about half the time. But he wouldn't be caught without some backup plan. "If so whats our backup?"
Eevelion:
The handler would scratch their chin a bit at the question "Well, if the ghost does go hostile, you are given permission to fight it, if we find it to be considerable risk we'll call you back and retreat back to Psi. We'll just have to play it by ear but we're really hoping it won't come to blows."
Sera:
Spanx reeled back a little as the words "you are given permission to fight it" hit her ears. "Gosh, I sure hope it doesn't come to that. I hope we can give a ghost a nice send-off for once."
Lief:
"I'd rather avoid that too," was the involuntary mutter from Haori. He wasn't one for fighting- or expending more effort on something than absolutely necessary. He still wasn't sure how he'd gotten roped into this, really. But it seemed to be in everyone's best interest, so who was he to complain?
Dezzy:
"If worst comes to worst, and there's an impasse it might be the only choice. But the proposition that there is a way to do so is much, much favorable for the deceased." While Chaqueta wasn't the battle oriented type, she could defend herself decent with humans at the very least. But she hoped it wouldn't be necessary given the group was tasked with a more peaceful repent to be executed. If her brains could be of any use to them, she had more than enough brain cells to spare.
Zaku:
Ah, cramped vehicle space. One of the few things Obi had forgotten about this past century. But here he was; a near seven foot colossus of an archangel sitting in a van surrounded by others. Almost brings him back. Keyword being almost. He simply nods as he looks over the rest of his compatriots. In a way, it was good to finally get some new scenery for him. Felt like ages since he stepped out.
Leona:
At least they were all on the same page. But something still lingered in his brain, a question. "What can we even expect from this? carnival games?" hoping for any easy excursion. Considering the venue, anything was possible.
Eevelion:
"Well, the ghost seems to fancy itself as a type of knight, if you've ever heard the term 'hastilude' that should give you a pretty good idea, they're contests knights would perform in the olden days as a sort of honor thing."
“Alright, if nobody has anymore questions we've just about arrived-” Suddenly the handler was interrupted by the car come to a brisk halt “The fairgrounds.” hopping out of the passenger side door he'd open the door for those in the back “Alright, everyone out, try not to hit your head on the roof Mr. Ravissepto.” Being ushered out, the passengers would be able to get a good look at the faire, weathered old tents being reclaimed by nature, a stone bridge over a small stream with a concrete castle just past, wild grass had been attempting to encroach the center of the faire, but seemed to have regularly been trampled away by footprints. There was currently no sign of the ghost, but enough evidence that something or other frequents this area.
Zaku:
Precaution taken, Mr. Van Driver, sir. However, that precaution would still serve no good as the minute the door opened, the taller angel of the group sat up to, the surprise of no one, slightly hit his head when trying to get up, He says not a word and waits for at least a few of his compatriots to leave the van first before attempting to sit up yet again. The last thing he needed was blocking other peoples way of exiting while he himself was trying to exit. #JustGiantThings, amirite?
Gigi:
Lolo seemed oddly present for once, turning around to listen to each voice intently; it wasn't often she showed up to these training exercises but considering combat wasn't the focus, she was given the option and took it. How nonchalant all the angels seemed about this was fascinating still. that's just how it was in the wastes! Nothing phased these people.....She hopped out eagerly, staying closer to the handler than letting herself roam free.
In the back, though...someone else didn't seem remotely as amused. One green eye was focused more on the ruins outside the van, taking in the lay of the land as the others went on. He'd been through a lot of these, no need to be too attentive; seeing the wreckage of poles, tents in the greenery it kind of brought an odd knot to his stomach. He'd tail behind the rest of the group, his attention still seemingly far beyond the rest of the group with unwarranted tension. (Really, it was a non-combat repentance, this was what he liked seeing as a human--)
Sera:
Spanx took a moment to stretch after stepping out of the vehicle. It seemed quiet for a place haunted by a ghost that was causing trouble for people. "I hope it doesn't take too long to find this guy. Anyone have any ideas on how we should lure him out?"
Eevelion:
Crown hopped out of the back of the van, taking in the sights and the smells of the faire. This. Was. Great! She'd always loved stories of knights. And now she was standing in a place where real knights did battle! At least that's what she got out of it, her listening comprehension might have gone a bit out the window when she heard the word 'knight'. But either way she was beaming and happy to be here.
Dezzy:
Chaqueta got a small chuckle out of Obi still hitting his head regardless of warning. Once she was out she took a quick lay of the land. She could only imagine how much fun this dinky little faire was many, many years ago. It never ceases to amaze her how quickly all of this transpired, even in the wake of a festival. Tragedy th as no mercy it seemed, but still, she couldnt help but give a sad sigh.
Lief:
Haori slumped out of the vehicle and blinked lazily as he took a gander at the surrounding area. There was still no telling what that knight-ghost would ask of them, really. Knight tournaments had various events, right? Maybe they would end up going through all of them before they were off the hook....great.
"Weirdly quiet," He mumbled
Zaku:
Alright was that everyone? That looked like everyone. Taking his turn to get out of the car, Obi took in the air and looked over the fairegrounds. Damn...it'd been a hot minute since the archangel had seen something like this. Places that were supposed to be filled with joyous occasion and enjoying the moment. All of that merriment...gone. He frowns slightly at the ruined grounds, but continues onward nonetheless. They had a job to do, and hopefully, a peaceful repent to pull off.
Leona:
Gakuran trailed behind, making sure to stick behind the group. He was uneasy about their task but was hopeful about succeeding. Though, the new faces made him wonder if they would work well together. He would followed behind Obi and commented to Haori "Quiet, but lets enjoy it while we can and take time to prepare".
Eevelion:
No sooner did Spanx ask how to find the quarry than from a distance came a hearty “HAHA!”, with a loud whinny and the beat of hooves approached a stout (aka, short, real manlet like) figure clad in heavy black armor on the back of an impressive ghostly stallion. Slowing to a trot in front of the party they would proclaim “HARK KNAVES, FOR THOU HAST ENTERED THE DOMAIN OF THOUST TRUELY, SER GAIUS GRIMSLY VON DATENSHIRE, THIRD OF HIS NAME. FOR WHAT PURPOSE DOST THOU TRESPASS UPON THESE GROUNDS, SPEAK QUICKLY, OR I SHALL HAVE THEE DRAWN AND QUARTERED!” The handler would bury their face in their hand before addressing the group “Alright, here's your quarry, try to calm them down, if it gets too hot we'll make the call, good luck, me and the driver will be watching from nearby.” With their piece said the two of them would walk off, staying within viewing distance.
Lief:
"Interesting," Haori said under his breath. "Uh, which of us is spokesperson, exactly?" This was a little louder, enough for everyone to hear.
Haori didn't see himself as capable enough to speak for the entire group....or smooth enough. How were knights supposed to talk? He couldn't get into a character on command.
Gigi:
Well, something was coming back to Braces, but he wasn't sure what it was exactly...none of this crew really seemed to get what was going on at a ren faire though. He crossed his arms, grimacing...he may actually have to intervene?
Zaku:
Oh woah, right to it, eh? Uh...alright, Obi will step in. Not too far, but a good half-step at best.
Sera:
Spanx replies to the knight meekly, "Apologies Sir Gaius, we, uh, didn't mean to trespass. We're here to, um, what was that word again? Halibut."
Zaku:
"Greetings, Sir." He speaks up alongside Spanx. "We are....travelers of sorts here to...seek why you reside on these grounds."
Gigi:
Braces pinched his nose. This was horrible. He wasn't sure how much of this he could take. He looked almost close to tears, even.
Dezzy:
For the event, Chaqueta wore simple dress and she gave a polite curtsy toward the knight as the others spoke.
Lief:
Haori tugged at his collar. The whole...whatever he was wearing...it was a little tight across the chest, and stuffy. Not like the loose clothes he normally wore. This whole thing felt like a stageplay, which- as far as he understood- wasn't far off from what a ren faire actually was. He remained carefully quiet, aware that any snarking could easily get them all in big trouble right now. Time and a place for everything.
Leona:
Gakuran followed suite with the group by acknowledging the knight with a nod. But he didn't feel the need to respond verbally. He instead would analyze the ghost size and environment to get an idea of what might happen. Gakuran would glance over at Brace and respond "Theres no need to cry, we'll be fine"
Eevelion:
The ghost would think about Spanx's comment before realizing what they meant “HA, WHAT A JEST, YOU MEAN THE HASTILUDES! THOU SHOULD HAVE MENTIONED EARLIER, IF THOU WISHES TO PARTICIPATE IN THE GAMES OF HONOUR THEN SO BE IT, WE SHALL MAKE A TOURNAMENT OF IT!” He'd rear his horse before trotting toward another section of the fairgrounds “COME, THE ARENAS ARE READY, AND BE SURE TO BRING THY STEED.” At this he'd point his lance towards their 'steed', the van they had arrived in, the keys still in the ignition.
Lief:
"Our- our what." Haori deadpanned. "Are we- does the van have a name? Does it need a- never mind." He sighed. He needed to learn to roll with the punches better.
Gigi:
Well, that went...well enough, despite the lack of decent acting. Braces raised a brow in disbelief though as his gaze panned from the van back to the ghost. He knew the not-yet-passed had some issues with denial, but .....it'd been a while since he really had to deal with it.
Dezzy:
As amusing as the ghost was, Chaqueta couldnt help but make a quick note of how the thing registered the van as a horse. "Seems like his perception of reality is different from ours, she whispered. We can use this to our advantage? I wonder to what extent it goes to. We could pass off makeshift props as the real thing if so."
Gigi:
"That'd be ideal, actually," Braces blinked, his volume matching Chaqueta's. "Angels shouldn't lose track of their own weapons, but that can save us from causing any unecessary harm. Nice catch."
Eevelion:
Crown was starstruck, a real life knight! And they even challenged them to knightly games, today was surely going to be amazing! She broke out of her trance momentarily when the knight headed off, jogging a bit to keep toe with them.
Leona:
Maybe the Knight was looking at the raw horsepower of the Van, but that was beside the point. However, it seemed like the rest of the group was already planning. Gakuran would then focus his attention on Chaqueta "That is a good point, I'll keep that in mind." Since it was a strategic advantage, Gakuran complied and headed toward the van. However being much taller than most people also had disadvantages. He'd struggle a bit till everyone else caught up to crown and relocate their steed. Good thing he didn't have his armor on, otherwise the knight my mistake this as a joust.
Zaku:
Obi nods along with the group and follows along with Crown.
Sera:
Spanx blushes a bit after realizing she misspoke. Halibut is a fish you idiot how could you mix that up she mutters to herself. She shuffles behind Obi as he follows Crown. The closest thing to a tree she could hide her shame behind.
Zaku:
Shhhh, your shame shall be resolved by the tree, young Spanx. All is forgiven, child.
Gigi:
Following the hunch suggested from Chaqueta, Braces made an ever so slight detour to dislodge a rod of what he assumed was some sort of metal since it was still intact. He was no lance user, but it'd come in handy and he had no idea how well old faire ruins would be stocked, anyway. who knew who raided these things for weapons even if they were props.
Lolo followed after, nearly sprinting to keep up; she was simply observing at this point since she was...probably too young to remember this phenomenon.
Eevelion:
Gaius led the group to what seemed like a long track, a pole stretched along the middle “AND SO WE COME TO OUR FIRST CHALLENGE, CHOOSE THY CHAMPION, FOR UPON THIS FIELD WE ENGAGE IN THE JOUST!” Having said his piece, he positioned himself at the far end of the track. Seems like, as Gakuran was afraid of, someone would have to duel him in a Joust, but another question remained, who would be the 'horse'?
(One person must participate as the Jouster, another must participate as a Driver)
Leona:
Unknowingly Gakuran signed up to be the steed by driving the Van. He'd show up at what looked like a parking space; without the knowledge that this was his starting point. Having been away from the group, he didn't catch what they were doing. So he'd sit in the van and observe. "I wonder whats going on out there, did I hear 'Joust' "
Dezzy:
"Eyepatch here," she said while point towards Braces. "Seems like he'd make a good jouster. He got the pole and the beef to handle it"
Sera:
"A joust sounds like a pretty intense first challenge. I might be able to stay on pretty well but I don't know about knocking him over. Maybe someone else should..." Spanx hoped she didn't sound like she was putting this off on others. She was trying not to let her nerves get the best of her but a real life ghost, even a small one, was still intimidating up close.
Lief:
"I weigh like as much as a cat," Haori provided flatly.
Gigi:
Braces looked over at Chaqueta with a sour face. "I got this just in case! .....Geez, I guess if someone had to though, I could....,"A hand paused on his chest before working at the pole, his suspenders not in their usual spot.
Eevelion:
Crown would stand on one foot as she gave Braces a little cheer “You can do this Mr. Braces! I know from experience that you're plenty strong!”
Gigi:
He gave a sigh. "Fine, you guys don't look like you've even so much as eaten a turkey leg with a fool jingling beside you anyway," He hopped up on the van's roof, giving a tap once he finally got up there. Sure was weird to do this on a car roof, but it wasn't like training or even finding mustangs was a good idea either. "Ready when everyone else is."
Dezzy:
"I have no idea what that means, but thank you anyway!" She said clapping her hands together and giving him a sarcastic smile.She took a couple steps back to where Crown was and would cheer for Braces and Gakuran from the sidelines.
Eevelion:
With his opponent in position, the ghost would loudly proclaim “MAY THE FIRST ROUND BEGIN! CHARGE!” Readying his lance he'd Charge towards the two, Gakuran would pull the car Forward, and Braces would Block atop it.
Despite Braces' preparing for the attack, the Ghost's lance manages to find purchase, hitting him and setting off his balance on the car, though he manages stop grounded.
Sera:
Spanx roars from the crowd, "Hang in there Braces!! You can do it!"
Zaku:
"Give it your all, you two!" Obi shouts alongside a swell.
Gigi:
That'd hit harder than Braces was anticipating; he tried to use the pole's shape to his advantage to grind the attack back but, that kind of backfired, the ghost being too strong and pushing him back.
Dezzy:
Chaqueta winced, she felt that. Still, she continued to clap for the angel.
Leona:
How did he get roped into this. Sadly it was too late to back down, so he braced himself for impact. Thankfully the vans weight helped disperse some of the brunt force. "You okay up there?"
Eevelion:
The commotion seemed to be drawing a bit of a crowd, fauna ghost starting to congregate around the arena, the ones present perking up at Gaius' strike against Braces.
Gigi:
"I think so? Dealt with worse. Whatever," He waved it off, though the other guy couldn't see him doing it. he rubbed his arm. Christ, that smarted.
Eevelion:
Circling around the arena, Gaius would CHARGE toward his opponent again, as Gakuran rounded the corner Braces would prepare to DEFEND, and as the two were about to meet... Gakuran stepped on the gas, BOOSTING towards the collision.
In the collision Braces defended valiantly, but the Ghost's strike was still too strong, breaking his guard and nearly tossing him off the van.
Gigi:
A "God FUCKING damnit!!" could be heard, ponytail flapping in the wind as he was doubled-over on the roof.
Leona:
Gakuran simply looked up and covered his face with the brim of his hat. "Good grief" maybe luck wasn't on their side today. "I'm guessing you are still ali- dead right?"
Gigi:
"Don't remind me," he covered his eye, groaning. too soon. "God I wanna end this man's whole career."
Eevelion:
As they circled again, Gaius ever so slightly shifted the lance is preparation to BLOCK Braces' incoming STRIKE, as the two get closer Gakuran once again BOOSTS.
As they collided, Braces' lance hit the ghost's, but not with enough force to break their guard, the magnitude of the collision rebounding to him and hurting his arm.
For one final time the two teams circled around the ring, the ghost preparing to strike, Braces, fatigued from the blows he had taken he was scarce able to take another hit and was knocked off into the mud.
Gigi:
Cue a very comedic roll off. he's gonna be fine, he's an angel, who cares. at least he didn't get stabbed in the eye again.
Dezzy:
Big oof. Maybe those muscles were just for show in the end. "Maybe one of us will do better in a different event."
Leona:
Gakuran having felt the rumble of a body, stopped and started to reverse. Once he reached Braces, he'd exit out of the back to help him into the Van and out of there. "Hey we did our time, you need a smoke?"
Lief:
"Brutal," Haori winced. He was glad it wasn't him up there. He'd have been catapulted in a single hit. If anything speed was his game, but he was less experienced than any angel in their group might be. He was beginning to wonder if He would even be any use here.
Eevelion:
The ghost would trot up to Braces' side with a chuckle “A VALIANT EFFORT, I APPLAUD YOUR BRAVERY FACING ME. DO NOT FRET YOUR FAILURE FOR LONG MY FRIEND, THE DAY IS YOUNG AND THE CHALLENGES WILL BE MANY.” Rearing the horse away he would lead the group towards their next trial, the interested wild ghosts following behind like a group of fans.
Gigi:
He waved a hand, grimacing. "god, no. I'll pass." He wasn't a smoker by any stretch of the imagination, and all he could think about is how much fucking mud he was getting all over the van. At least the ghost seemed a good sport about it all. He'd hate to be dealing with an angry one right now, all things considered.
Zaku:
Yikes. That look like it hurt.
Eevelion:
Gaius led the group to a fence, he would dismount before pointing to several targets in the distance “BEHOLD, FOR THIS WILL BE THY NEXT CHALLENGE, A SIMPLE ARCHERY CONTEST, CHOOSE THY CHAMPIONS MOST DEFT OF AIM.” He would pick up a bow and arrow near the fence, preparing himself for the contest.
(As many players as want can participate in this at once)
Gigi:
Braces groaned and grabbed his arm, watching this all unfold. At least archery had less risk to leave anyone in a state of dishevelment. "Don't look at me, guys."
Dezzy:
"I'll offer myself as tribute," wow what an archaic hunger games reference.
Sera:
"You can do it Chaqueta! Get us a win!"
Lief:
Haori bit back a snort at the poor joke, but rolled a shoulder to loosen himself up and stepped forward as well. He wasn't the best shot, but he wasn't bad either by any means. The more the merrier...or something. "You have my bow," he offered pulling one from- did he just...pick that off the ground?
Leona:
Having been battered around by the jousting, he declined "Someones gotta watch the Van, this guys only one good arm."
Eevelion:
“THEN THESE ONES SHALL BE MY OPPONENTS” boomed the ghost, wasting no time nocking the arrow and pointing it towards the middle target and letting it fly, watching as it embedded into the middle ring. “HA! A FINE SHOT TO START THE SHOW.” Meanwhile, a lizard like ghost had manned a scoreboard, changing a score meant to represent Gaius to 4.
Zaku:
"Kick his ass, Chaqueta!" A bit overenthusiastic there Obi, but the rally cry is definitely appreciated.
Lief:
Haori took a step forward, readying his bow first. If nothing else, he at least knew how to shoot archery. He might be a little rusty, but...he pulled into stance and made sure not to twist his elbow. His eyesight wasn't so good these days...still, the close target looked pretty clear. that ought to make for a decent shot. He lined it up and let fly- thwip went the arrow as it smacked into the bullseye mark.
"That's a pass," He sighed in relief. Not nearly so impressive as Gaius, but a good start.
Dezzy:
Chaqueta was feeling a bit bold, so she grabbed a spare rickety bow and arrow and launched the thing with as much confidence and vigor as a professional. She managed to hit the outer most ring, but missed the next time she fired.
Still, that was better than the critical failure she was expecting having never done something like this before so she was satisfied.
Eevelion:
As the Score Ghost changed Haori's score to 3 and Chaqueta's to 1, Gaius, feeling cocky after his last shot decided to be so bold as to fire on the farthest target, as he pulled back and released the arrow he was... a bit disappointed as it landed nowhere near the target, his entourage of ghosts seemingly disappointed as well.
Gigi:
Braces tried not to be too loud but he was definitely on the edge of his seat and pretty happy about all this before wincing and recoiling back to clutch his arm more.
Lief:
Haori was also feeling a little bolder. He nocked an arrow and let fly toward the middle target....the arrow fell short. He could practically hear the sad little wop wop wop noise as it clattered to the ground. "Welp," he muttered. He'd just have to put it all in for the last round, then.
Zaku:
A soft "Yes" along with a casual fist pump comes from Obi. He's a proud tree.
Eevelion:
Crown waved a ratty old flag she found to the side, cheering on her team's archers.
Dezzy:
Chaqueta kept her hands steady and breath held in until she released her arrow soaring through the distance and NAILING a bullseye on her target.
She jumped a little, surprising herself and was giddy as a horse, stomping her feet hooves in celebration.
Zaku:
Another fist pump. Fuck ye FUCK YE-
Ooop, don't get too excited there, Obi. Keep chill.
Eevelion:
The score ghost would reluctantly bump Chaqueta's score up to 4. Gaius meanwhile, deciding to be safer with his shot went only for the close target, firing an arrow and sticking it directly in the middle, 2 points. “AND SO I END THIS CONTEST WITH SIX POINTS, LET US SEE HOW YOU FARE, MY FOES.”
Gigi:
A soft "nice!" can be heard in the background.
Dezzy:
Chqueta waved off to the others, still proud of her second attempt before, recklessly aiming another arrow for a slightly more ambitious score. However, her arrogance would be her downfall as the arrow completely missed the target.
"Ah shoot." Now she felt embarrassed. She looked away from the others, too shy to see their, she assumed, disappointment.
Lief:
Haori aimed at the close target again. Two shots meant a better chance for points, right...? God, he hadn't done this in forever.
His fingers slipped as he loosed the first arrow- it came close but ended up sailing past the target without hitting it. The second....thunked into the ground several feet away.
"Ah, for shame. How ever will I face my people." He droned. He wasn't all that upset, he hadn't been expecting to win anyway.
Gigi:
Braces rubbed at his eyepatch, that was rough.
Eevelion:
The Score Ghost snickered a little as it saw it didn't have to change the scores. “ANOTHER VALIANT EFFORT MY FRIENDS, IT WOULD SEEM THE WINDS WERE NOT IN YOUR FAVOR, PERHAPS YOU SHALL FIND GLORY IN OUR FUTURE ENGAGEMENTS, NOW COME, WE HAVE COMPLETED HALF THE TRIALS.” Without another word he mounted his steed again and head toward a tent, beckoning the others to follow.
Leona:
"Looks like we werent the only ones with bad luck." Chimed Gakuran, with a beer in hand. "Though, you alright eyepatch?"
Lief:
Haori shuffled back in a slouched state, not particularly bothered. This ghost seemed really docile, honestly. Perhaps it had only been hassling travelers because it wanted people to do these events with. It was possible it would be satisfied just as long as they spent time with it so it could play. Kind of like a kid...
Then again, there was really no knowing for sure until the end.
Gigi:
"Aye, tis but a flesh wound," he replied to Gakuran, looking a little sour. "What's that ghost gonna do to me? Kill me again?"
Zaku:
Oh they're moving? Looks like they're moving. Obi follows.
Lief:
Haori stifled a laugh as he overheard the remark.
Leona:
"Probably but i think its having much more fun kicking our asses. " At least they were trying and didn't have to win. That made it a little less sour. "Kudos on giving it a warm up though"
Dezzy:
"Kinda wish the plague would come take me out I'll say," she joked. Even if she had failed she couldn't help but smile through it all. Genuinly it was pretty fun.
Lief:
"Hey, you kicked MY ass at least. You see that shot that fell short? Awful." He offered a crooked grin as he leaned against a fence post. "I thought I'd remember how to do this shit better, but I guess I'm getting old or something."
Zaku:
"Hey, you made some damn good shots though." Obi complimented her, giving the reporter a pat on the shoulder.
Gigi:
He was following the rest of the group, begrudgingly this time, really hoping there wasn't arm wrestling involved for the next stunt. "Thanks I guess, I just wish I could've done better, is all...," he groaned, scratching his hair with his uninjured arm.
Sera:
"Everyone did pretty good. Don't feel dismayed." Though having not contributed yet she has no right to judge anyone else's performance.
Eevelion:
As the party continued on to their next destination they would enter a tent and be greeted by a number of oaken barrels piled up in the back, radiating a strange menacing aura. “AND SO WE COME TO OUR THIRD CHALLENGE, A SIMPLE DRINKING GAME, WE WILL DO ROUNDS OF DRINKS, THE ONE WHO STANDS WHEN ALL OTHERS HAVE FALLEN SHALL BE PROCLAIMED THE VICTOR, PICK THY STRONGEST OF CONSTITUTION, ALL CHALLENGERS WELCOME! He'd plop down on a wooden bench, his armor creating a thunk despite his small stature.
Sera:
Spanx steps forward confidently, "I sat out the other two contests so it's at least my turn!"
Dezzy:
Despite her hubris, Chaqueta appricated the reassurances being given. Though soon as they entered the tent Chaqueta immediately lite up. BOOZE. ITS BEEN MONTHS SINCE SHE LAST HAD ALCHOHOL.
Zaku:
"...I'm with her." He's tall enough, might as well test some sort of body alcohol theory.
Gigi:
"You guys have at it."
Braces didn't seem eager to get involved in this one either, even if alcohol would help dull the pain.
Leona:
Having got a head start, Gakuran was game. He'd catch up to the crowd and join up. "At least this seems more fair"
Lief:
Haori waved his hand. "Not like I haven't been blackout drunk once or twice by this point in life anyway. Go big or go home," he smirked.
Eevelion:
The ghost entourage would bring up the first round of drinks “ALL RIGHT MY FRIENDS, I WISH YOU LUCK, AND BOTTOMS UP!” Raising the mug to his face he would chug the drink down, it evidently hit him pretty hard, already having him look pretty wet behind the ears.
Zaku:
Oh damn, ale. When the fuck was the last time Obi drank? It feels like a hot minute, but a challenge was a challenge. Taking the frothy mug, he follows suit with the ghost and chugs it down no sweat. Hmm. Ain't bad. He was waiting for it to be at least a bit off given the state of the world, but that's a solid mug right there. He slams it back down with ease.
Leona:
"This is the best thing to happen all day" Taking the round with nothing more than an easy gulp. "Not bad, give me another".
Dezzy:
Sweet alcoholism take her down. She pounded the drink down like a champ and knocked over her empty cup with gusto, "Fuck yeah, hit me again!"
Sera:
Spanx downs her drink. "This goes down surprisingly smooth for something that's been sitting abandoned for god knowns how long."
Lief:
Haori sniffed his drink. He had to be honest, his tolerance was fine, but something was just off about this stuff. And not in a rotten food kind of way. Well, no point chickening out now.
"Bottoms up," He mumbled, and tilted his head back to drain the mug.
...and then he continued tilting until he was on the floor. On his back. Groaning sickly. "Okay, I'm. Done." He choked- just before passing out. Something wrong indeed.
Eevelion:
As the entourage brought the second tray Gaius snatched a mug and downed it, as he came back down he slapped the table with raucous laughter “HAHAHA! SEEMS I'VE FORGOTTEN HOW TO HOLD MY DRINK, ANOTHER HIT LIKE THAT AND I DOUBT I'LL BE STANDING!” he would continue laughing and shaking the table as his opponents took their drinks.
Leona:
Spoke too soon, as this drink was one too many. This one combined with the other would be his undoing. After finishing, he'd gracefully lay down and let everyone else suffer instead.
Gigi:
Well, this wasn't looking good. Braces was grabbing his mouth in his hand, looking around. Hm.....
"Dude you shouldn't have had that beer before you went into the tent." he finally muttered as Gakuran went onto the ground.
Zaku:
Obi takes another hearty swig of that ale. The fizzyness is startin' to get to him just a teensy bit, but other than that, it's a damn good mug.
Leona:
Gakuran having drunk too much could only mutter back "Worth it" knowing that he was gonna fail anyway but free alcohol was free.
Dezzy:
Her hubris is rmtruely her down fall, for even with a side of bread Chaqueta was shitfaced. She didn't really care, hiwever, it seemed from his giggly she was.
"Heeheheheheh...." She slumped against Obi, unable to support herself. " oops a daisy I did a fucky wuckyyy... You smell good."
Zaku:
Anotha' one? Anotha one. And the alcoholic content is starting to get to him, but he's still got things under control. Hopefully.
Eevelion:
As the table started to clear, the bartender ghosts brough out 3 more drinks, Gaius grabbing his and chugging "HAHA, BARELY HIT ME, SEEMS IM GETTING MY SECOND WIND!"
Sera:
Spanx manages to finish her last drink and mumbles out an, "I'm sorry, that was just a little too much," and falls forward, snoring into her arm.
Zaku:
The sight of a shitfaced chaqueta though did earn a snicker from the archangel as he held onto her shoulder.
"You did the best you could, dear."
Eevelion:
One more tray, two drinks, Gaius took his mug and clinked it to Obi's "CHEERS MY FRIEND! THIS WILL BE THE DECIDING FACTOR!" Tilting it back he'd chug, then slump his head onto the table, he was done.
Gigi:
Casually, Someone was popping in and tampering with the ale. The ghosts didn't even seem to notice, nice.
Zaku:
Obi takes that third mug and drinks it whole, slamming the mug down after another good chug and looking back at his ghastly competitor, a glint of determination burning in the archangels eyes.
Gigi:
The culprit clenches his fist quietly, trying to remain unseen yet.
Dezzy:
"Woo woooo~" Chaqueta drunkenly cheered on. God was Obi always this sexy?
Eevelion:
And so, Obi stood alone among a pile of drunk nearly-to-fully passed out people, the sole victor. The attendant ghost's bringing out pitcher's of water to help bring people back to their feet, this would be a good time to give everyone a breather.
Sera:
Spanx wakes up, eats some of the bread and proceeds to talk, "Slo, diwd hwe hwin?"
Lief:
a splash of water got Haori back to his senses. He wasn't happy about being damp, but the glass offered to him for drinking helped clear up the dizziness surprisingly well. What was in that ale, he wondered. Normally he could knock back a good clip of shots of something nice and strong before he needed to quit.
"Spooky," he sighed, and stretched. Looked like everyone but Obi had seen the same fate. "At least we finally took one, I gather?"
Eevelion:
Crown would cheer Obi on “Congrats Obi! You got the first win of the day! Though I didn't realize drinking contests were really a knightly thing, maybe I should be taking notes.”
Zaku:
Alright, up you go, little lady. Obi picks up Chaqueta princess style, helping up Spanx along the way. And Haori as well.
Gigi:
"Its more a thing people do to flex on each other, but I figure it works for shows of manliness or whatever as well," Braces interjected as he stretched himself out--arm still hurt but it felt good to not be crouched down after a nice victory.
Zaku:
Oh and cheers from Crown as well? This day was already made.
Zaku:
"Honestly? Neither did I. Think it's some sort of valor thing. But I'll definitely count it as a victory."
A head ruffle for you, godkid.
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His face, floating above her like a specter.
The memory sticks to her like burnt sugar. It scorches her. His face in the firelight. The blue of his eyes. His hair like a curtain of gold. Beautiful. Terrible. She could not tell the difference. Each of his feature are like a knife to the chest anyway. And yet, he is the only thing she can think of. The memory of him smiling like a predator baring its teeth; it’s the only thing keeping her tethered to the ground.
Behind her, she hears a door open and close. Mallory thinks that it must be Mead. Ms. Mead had stayed with her a little while to help her undress and get her into the tub. The stoic woman had lingered for a couple of minutes but once she was convinced Mallory wasn’t going to suddenly drop dead, Mead had left. Mallory wondered why the older woman had returned.
“Ms. Mead?” Mallory mumbles into the stale air but gets no response.
She’s shivering, a sign that night has fallen above ground. Nuclear winter is in full swing. It doesn't help that she’s been feeling like absolute shit since she woke up with her own death in her mouth. Shaky, nauseous, disoriented. Her skin is raw from absentmindedly dry brushing at it for an hour. The great stone tub was bone dry. A small bowl of recycled water had been set out for her along with a ratty rag. All potable was under close lock and key. Ever since bombfall, sponge baths were the order of the land.
“Sorry,” Mallory mumbles barely meaning it. “I haven't even started washing.”
There’s no response but Mallory can feel eyes on her. She reaches for the rag and dips it into the bowl. The water is ice cold. The cool water soothes her aching skin but there's a hollowness to the sensation. It's almost as if she's watching it happen to someone else. Someone else's hands wrapped around a damp cloth. Someone else's skin. Someone else's pain.
“Am I dead?” she whispers, pausing to look down into the watered bowl.
She can see her reflection in the darkness. Her eyes are shadowed and her skin almost gray. She feels a pressure building just below her sternum. A sudden expansion of something within her, an emptiness is yawning open. Great big jaws unhinging within her. She doubles over fearing that if she isn't careful she'll be entirely devoured.
Her mind whirls She's in the air. She’s pinned to the floor. She's spinning. She’s nowhere. She’s everywhere, Mallory feels her every atom scattered to the wind. Her body breaking down into their parts. Her parts to molecules. Molecules to atoms to quarks. She's unraveling.
Then suddenly there's a gloved hand upon her back. The sensation makes her skin burst out in goose pimples. She's beneath her skin again, no longer dust to the cosmic wind. She's Mallory. For all her broken memories, her bloodly teeth, her empty heart, at least she's Mallory again. At least she is Mallory.
“I'm scared,” she confesses.
The hand travels up from the small of her back. Each finger runs up and over the vertebrae of her spine. Slow, languid movements and Mallory becomes suddenly aware that she was mistaken. A hand grips her neck and she should feel trapped, afraid but all she wants is to feel more. She leans back and looks up knowing exactly what she will see and still it leaves her breathless. She turns her face up.
And there he is, above her. Like a ghost.
She had called out to him thinking that he's Mead. He could have corrected her but doesn't see the point. Instead, he watches her. She's so small. She can't be much more than five feet tall. Huddled in on herself in that vast stone tub, she looks even smaller than that. Life in the outpost had not been kind to her. Her limbs are too thin, skin sallow. He can see each vertebrae in her spine, protruding up against her skin. She's like a paper doll, so small and thin. So fragile. It makes him want to tear her apart.
She apologizes for something as silly as taking her time but he can see inside of her. Mallory says sorry but what she means is won't you please look away now. Mallory says sorry but what she means is please fuck off.
Michael can feel her unraveling. She curls into herself. And he moves forward like a car on a track. The momentum is undeniable, inevitable. She moves forward into herself and he, for whatever reason, is drawn after her.
When he touches her, it feels like touching a hot stove. He can feel her fever through his gloves. That's no good. Up close he can see how the sweat beads her skin. He can feel her trembling beneath his hand.
“I'm scared,” she says her voice hoarse and shaking.
He doesn't know why but something in her confession, perhaps the pain, maybe the raw honesty, makes him want to touch her further. He runs his hand up from the small of her back to her neck. He touches every little bump, each vertebrae. It isn't enough. He wants more.
He wraps his hand around her thin neck and to his delicious surprise she leans into his touch. She slides back and tilts her head to look him in the face. His hand slides to her throat. She fits so easily in his hand.
Her bareness is a revelation. Not just her body but her soul . Her chest rises and falls in uneven strides. She stares up at him with eyes so wide and bright that he forgets about the sickly sweat on her brow. He moves from her throat up to her cheek pulling her closer. She still smells of sick and death but beneath that, beneath her skin he smells her blood and beneath that there is her soul. It unfurls before him, a great abyss.
He leans down and presses his forehead to hers. She gasps at touch of his skin. He knows she's crying, those great big eyes spilling out tears. She cries so easily for him.
She's horrified. She's relieved. She's burning. She is so cold. He feels her flick through so many emotions, sensations, each experience bursting in his mind like flavors upon a tongue. Its heady and he's almost dizzy when she settles back on fear.
“Don’t be afraid, Mallory,” he whispers to her. “The worst is over now.”
Then he places a kiss upon her fevered forehead and beneath his lips he feels her skin begin to cool. Vitalum vitalis. It comes to him as easily as the first time he performed it like a show dog for those damned witches. Less of a wonder and more of a parlor trick to him. Her eyes flutter close and she pulls away from him curling back into herself.
At the loss of contact, an impulsive urge rips through him to pull at her, rip into her until he's all the way within her. He wants to devour her entirely. He feels it like a hunger, a thirst, a base desire. He reaches out for her again but this time he doesn't touch her. Michael had lied. The worst is just beginning.
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A Family Affair (MFU fic), part 3/4
Title: A Family Affair
Rating: PG
Chapter summary: Napoleon’s parents reveal their past connections with the mission’s target as Napoleon and Illya attempt to figure out the next phase of their plan.
If you prefer reading on FFN, you can read it here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12950926/3/
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Act III: Family History
After a bit more trickery and subterfuge involving slipped keys, Illya and the three Solos had successfully snuck to the room that he and Napoleon had booked for themselves—under Illya’s favorite alias, Dr. Mallard. The four of them breathed a sigh of relief upon successfully making it here unobserved.
“Well, we can relax—for a little while,” Napoleon said. “Once Rex realizes that he’s lost you, he’ll start turning this place upside-down to try to find you.” He paused. “Was he always this obnoxious, Ma?”
“Yes,” she sighed. “Ever since he found out I was a woman.”
Napoleon stared at his mother with an unreadable expression as Leopold just sighed and shook his head.
“I think more explanation is required, Mother,” Illya said, taking note of the look on his partner’s face.
“Yes, I suppose so,” Cora said. “Napoleon, Illya… I don’t want you to think I kept this from you on purpose. It was so long ago, and I never expected to see Rex ever again. If we’d only known that he owned this place, Leopold and I would not have come here; I had no desire to see him again.”
“It’s alright…” Napoleon said, though he still seemed stunned by everything. “But I’m still confused as to how he had to figure out you were a woman…”
“Well, that’s easy—I was disguised as a man,” Cora said. “I did the underground gambling circuit in disguise as ‘Corrin Stroller.’ It was difficult enough being taken seriously as someone as young as I was; they would never have let a woman in there.”
“…So when Father said that you took him for a ride when you first met…” Illya began. “You did so as a man?”
“Did I forget to mention that part?” Leopold asked.
“Yes,” Napoleon and Illya echoed.
“I only took him for a ride to stop him from being taken for a ride by others who would not have been as nice about it as I was,” Cora said. “I had every intention of returning the money to him, and I did…” She shrugged. “…Eventually…”
“To her credit, she did give the money back after a while—and that was before I found out she was a woman,” Leopold said.
“I finally told him who I really was after I’d known him for several months,” Cora said. “He kept my secret. And, eventually, we started a relationship—by day. By night, we hit the casinos together. Leopold came across as an easy mark; he’d rope people into a poker game, and I’d clean them out.”
Napoleon blinked.
“Huh…” he mused. “Now there’s an idea…”
“Don’t even think about it,” Illya deadpanned.
Napoleon shrugged and continued.
“And how does Rex fit into all of this?”
“Well, he owned a few underground casinos here in Las Vegas; Leopold and I must have caught his attention from all of our winnings,” Cora said.
“He must have seen me with Cora out in a restaurant or something one day and saw me with ‘Corrin’ that following night,” Leopold sighed. “Whatever it was, he put two and two together and realized she was a woman.”
“Getting kicked out of the casino circuit would have been a preferable fate as opposed to what happened,” Cora sighed.
“What happened?” Napoleon asked.
“Rex kept trying to get me to marry him,” Cora muttered. “Didn’t matter where I went in Las Vegas, even if it was a different casino that he didn’t own, he kept after me, proposing like he had every right to demand it. After turning him down for the umpteenth time, he started threatening me—threatened to let everyone know I was a woman, which would ensure that I would be kicked out of most casinos, if not all of them—this was after gambling was legalized in Las Vegas, but they still wouldn’t have been welcoming to a woman. Even so, that didn’t bother me; I figured he would have too much trouble trying to prove it, in any case. And after a few more months of this, he changed his tactics…” Her expression went cold. “He threatened Leopold. I told you that most of the casino owners were affiliated with the Mob; I assumed Rex was, too. Now you’re telling me it’s THRUSH, who probably weren’t much better…”
Napoleon muttered something under his breath.
“They are, indeed, much worse. I told you, Mother,” Illya added, casting a glance at Napoleon to make sure he was alright. “The Mob didn’t even want anything to do with THRUSH. If Rex had been threatening to use them, he would have most certainly delivered on that threat.”
“I didn’t want to call his bluff,” Cora admitted. “I couldn’t take a chance that they’d kill Leopold. I agreed to marry Rex.” She shuddered, and Leopold placed a hand on her shoulder, which she gently touched with her own hand. “I don’t think you boys could ever understand what it’s like to be held at gunpoint, facing the prospect of being eternally bound to someone you don’t love…”
“…Actually, Ma, I can…” Napoleon said. He made a face. “…Twice…”
“…What.”
“I got him out of it,” Illya assured her. “But, please, continue. How did you manage to escape Rex?”
“Well, Rex insisted we get married that evening—had his flunkies go with me everywhere to get a dress and then go to a wedding chapel. I didn’t even have a chance to find Leopold, let alone talk to him. So, I dropped the Queen of Hearts from the deck I always carried with me.”
“Cora always told me that the Queen of Hearts represented who she truly was,” Leopold said. “The hearts represented the love she had—love for life, love of adventure… and, of course, her love for me. And I also knew that Cora cared about her cards—they were everything to her. And when I saw the Queen of Hearts on the floor, from her deck… I knew she was in trouble.”
“It was the biggest gamble of my life,” Cora said. “I quite literally waged my very life on that card. But it paid off.” She reached into her purse and pulled out the old Queen of Hearts card. “I kept it with me all these years. Leopold followed my trail downtown and saw me with the wedding dress and followed me to the chapel. I was in the wedding dress, Rex’s goons guarding the door outside the changing room… And then I heard Leopold’s voice outside the room, saying that he was a photographer’s assistant, and that Rex had hired a photographer to take pictures of me in my wedding dress. And in he comes with the photographer.”
“I had to bribe him with a considerable amount of cash, but it was worth it,” Leopold said, kissing the back of Cora’s hand.
“Naturally, I explained what was going on,” Cora said. “And Leopold offered to help me escape—not just the wedding, but Las Vegas and Rex—no strings attached. We had a storage locker at the train station with things we would need for a quick getaway, in case we ever made any enemies with our casino escapades. The Depression had hit the country and the money wasn’t going to go as far as it would have, so Leopold offered me the entire thing if it meant I could escape Rex and be happy. And then I told him that there was one more thing I’d need to take with me in order to be truly happy—him.”
Napoleon and Illya both stared in interest.
“Ma, you mean you proposed to Dad?”
“My philosophy in life was that if there was something I wanted, I would attempt to pursue it,” Cora shrugged. “This was no different.”
“Of course, I said, yes,” Leopold said. “And, after bribing the photographer some more, we convinced Rex’s goons that Rex wanted some photos of Cora in her dress outside. And we ran the first chance we got—only to run into the priest who was supposed to have wedded Cora and Rex.”
“…And I had the idea to have the priest marry the two of us right then and there,” Cora said. “It was a two-minute ceremony, with the photographer as the witness. …And then he went and published the wedding photo in the paper the next day, but we were already on the train to Chicago by then.”
“We had another, more official ceremony performed there,” Leopold said. “We thought about staying in Chicago after we’d been there a few months.”
“Yes, the gambling circuit there was interesting, and I certainly would have loved to have played my way around it,” Cora mused. “But two things derailed that plan; first of all, we caught wind that Rex was coming to Chicago from Vegas. Secondly, what I thought was nausea brought about by the news of Rex’s arrival ended up being morning sickness.” She stared pointedly at Napoleon, who went slightly red. “At that point, we had done well for ourselves in spite of the Depression, and so, we decided it wasn’t worth the risk of Rex finding us. We slipped away to New York and decided to give up the gambling circuit and prepare for our new addition.”
Napoleon looked away.
“You gave up doing something you loved because of me?”
“It wasn’t like that at all,” Leopold insisted. “We had our thrills of youth, and we always knew that we would have to eventually turn to something steady and practical. I’d always intended to get into journalism; I was pleased to get the chance to do so. And your mother has enjoyed raising corgis…”
“We could have easily gone back on the circuit after you were born—Atlantic City wasn’t that far away,” Cora reminded him. “But after all of those crazy adventures, it was nice to relax and pursue other endeavors. I was very happy with my life, and you were a great part of that happiness, Napoleon—another heart for the Queen of Hearts.”
Napoleon managed a smile.
“I guess that makes me the King of Hearts now, huh?”
“Well…” Cora mused, taking a new, complete deck of cards from her purse. “Maybe I never went back on the circuit, but I would say that my consort and I did not formally abdicate yet…”
Napoleon gave his mother a long look.
“…I’m still the Jack, aren’t I?”
“Uh-huh.”
Leopold chuckled at them, but then noticed that Illya was deep in thought.
“Something wrong?”
“Nothing wrong,” Illya assured him. “I am just marveling at all of the happenstance that filled your lives over one playing card—it was by sheer chance that you found the card she dropped and knew what she was trying to convey, then being able to save Mother from marrying Rex, and then you two having Napoleon—and then him getting drafted at 18 and meeting Mark Slate after getting appendicitis in Korea, which would inspire him to join U.N.C.L.E. and lead to my eventually getting transferred to New York to work with him…. All four of us are together in this room now because of that card.” He indicated the Queen of Hearts still in Cora’s other hand. “Perhaps together, we can find a way out of this place and succeed in the mission Waverly assigned Napoleon and me.”
“Well, I have been thinking,” Cora said, her brown eyes deep in thought. “If you need proof that Rex is working with THRUSH… I’m sure I could set up a trap—pretend to agree to speak with him and get him to confess anything and everything to me with a bit of feminine wiles--”
“No!” all three men said at once.
“…Well it was just a thought…”
“It’s far too risky, Ma,” Napoleon said. “You tricked him once before by pretending to go along with him and then slipping out from under his nose. But maybe we can get evidence another way…”
“What are you thinking?” Illya asked.
“What Ma said about a trap has me thinking…. I’ll bet money that Rex booby-trapped their suite the moment he found out that Ma was coming here. If I can sweep the room and find any THRUSH devices in those traps, that will be the proof we need. Illya, can you watch over Ma and Dad while I’m up there?”
“Of course. But take care that you don’t end up tripping any of the traps yourself,” Illya warned.
“Naturally,” Napoleon said.
Knowing that his parents were as safe with Illya as they would have been with him, Napoleon borrowed their key and headed to their suite, beginning to look around. To his relief, there didn’t seem to be anything in the way of deadly traps—he hadn’t put anything past Rex where his father was concerned. But, after a thorough search, he uncovered several small jets of sleeping gas.
Napoleon removed two of the jets, picketing the cartridges of sleeping gas; if it matched the kind of gas that THRUSH was known to use, then that would be the proof that THRUSH supplied Rex with these. The remainder of the sweep uncovered a few listening devices, but nothing much else.
Still, the sleeping gas was more than enough cause for concern, but it was their first possible bit of condemning evidence. Napoleon now moved to leave the room, but paused as he heard footsteps from the corridor, rapidly approaching the room.
“You’re sure you saw someone go into Cora’s suite?” he heard Rex ask. “Did you see who it was?”
“No, Sir,” a guard was saying. “We saw someone go in, but it all happened so quickly; I assume it is either Ms. Stroller or her husband….”
Rex’s tone darkened at the mention of Leopold.
And Napoleon froze, wondering what to do. Left with no other options, he ducked into the washroom, hoping that he would be able to snag a chance to sneak out while Rex was occupied in searching the room.
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Bow patient watch not glide in our side of sense
A ballad sequence
Stanza I
This Present the calmly Love, and
turns earth and like a chuckle
of which it be. You tell the
stars; her noble gas floures
fayre this night painter’s lips, and
her moved as happies stole
a lively prelude, fashioned too
far said he don’t stop in
and feet, more while sobd-out words would
be like a very bourne
of Separation. My life he
doth smother turn in hue,
all the polygons of the Eye,
new Formes, and to gaze
upward from my fixt heights, whatever
should have tied the stormy
eastern the world will see what
kindly words he has been
cast, that, waxing wanton in the
Rain King, beheld a bashful
art, turn’d tower, thus spake. In
my mother proper head
was well mama when, sleep, smiling
a tower, rang ruin,
answer; feeling the souls intersection
to thee hast thou
interchanges, but could rather
times from a dark cup your
cullion’s spirit nurses; but don’t
the Latin I constructs
me. Then—i never equal divide
my hearth, and so I
wonder, when laughter��s pink corduroys
and what the end, and
unfamiliar to never can
it begin. In silent
filling to comes and ah! But I
tell mama interpreted
my young man, with with your
telephone booth wish that
initial-scarred table leap’d amid
his footstep gleams, I hear
these days so fast, to want to call
the chuckling our marriage
temper? You tell ye go to a
Shop of dapple on my
Angelic slip of a thorns out-
grown yew trees had done and
pains—which flies. The Powers are banish,
into a river,
world dreamed you, and take it alone
one who could not thyself,
and little urn. Same lawn at night:
beside a long purple
comforts me: a brute,—gain my mother
Lippo! Insisting
the unimagining his breakfast,
one is shield, thy grove,
in some day. To left of the burned,
ere you says yes inspir’d.
Stanza II
Dreams, goodnight into placed, be both
fairy, across my fancy
took a spark disturb’d her force
with heaven’s sun stain’d and
light. Thick, as then heaven, the pearl,
can yet the world’s no
advantage! I hope that our lover
wrinkled line: but lifts they
press to one, and all is caught, and
said she cccome? The sang. The
king: thaw this soul, whatever silver’d
of great rings fresh air.
Stanza III
Since you brought me my breasts I dreams
assemble the Mount Lycean!
Lay down there is bent, sacred
to the bedroom with with
his stedfast as the day I met
wi’ an auld man. To be
singing to the small pollen ate
into the thunder-blasted
in yourselves. It’s thick folds of
skill reply: yon cloudy
Cupid bitter cloudwhite hand, found
he hirples that green this
flea is youngest hue about my
sire, lifted up, when
every vulgar paper-thin plate
and makes my hearts of Pan:
ay great renovates and burgher,
lord and not me meikle
wae; but lift each our solemn
sea to thin a big house
with a steady still at eight year,
for pity to her, the
lifeful spake; her strive, and lull’d
along the boathead husband
natural a poor brother, nor
altar’s ready! Blinding
our change directly four great round
such a trembled, swaying
with plume, and remember my love
because of Christ whose stars
dart thou turn overpasse, vnseene, vnheard,
and bees, a brooklet, scrambling
in them as they struck—I’m the
good wife.—I never refused
the Braine. Nor knew it, clamberable,
clabberable,
leapt slanting his fires, as if to
see a monk, the tower’d
Camelot: for grammer weary
melodious birds forgot,
my only the winds, and straight
the damsels glad, an abbot,
squire, an urn. But hart did this
our times nor can invade,
and stare: after him his translated
thus weigh this spicy
night, and green, gilding and o’er
incertain o’er against the
warm eve finds me at all unworried
by time the river
he flash, and mine eye and than our
girls, she wound to gazed upon
me, heavenly Zuhrah who
at last! It closed eyes are
thee deny, my father hope is
of this dancing chance: so
happy pieties, when an awed
face with my cloister-wall.
Both wit, as with hellish anguish,
how your changing like to
ye, my love for now each earliest
to glare at my loue
directed, enterchanges in
Ithaca or hear my
Gates, and say: the same! They said: wilt
na gie, at least expect,
as fancy frae morn: Apollo’s
footstep gleams—in which ay
most humble leaves of mossy stone
to state is like, that toiling
its shells for admonitions
of old Triton’s hand: Ah!
Stanza IV
Who hath prepare the field, then once
who dives than braes o’ Yarrow
act, fancies before heat, a
bread that slantine gave temple
come to ye, my horn of a
cup of Happiness? That
once more with your turn back upon
a message sent in the
posture bearded curl—can come. I
look as ye were na looking,
when I lie to meet no more,
and while the grass and ask
me no more she said she if you
least, for Charlotte Street, Home,
Euclid, Decatur, Union, Straubs,
Rebecca, Bennett Ave.
This faint fare won. Man of many
quiet hour; no, even
where Venus skies and breast, I
knew, like his ring. A quire
of mingled bubbling parsley, and
said, except because i
cross’d the carven stern cloud a sister!
That awaitedst age:
wait upon the hour wide eyes and
make certain pink but she
the very miser’s treasures, of
altering flood seems at
the best; but O too for hate, it
can a young minds to the
sky, that he knew we would death was
flesh, I can they moving
tower. Rejoice where nested was;
since I’m free, fishes that
I before full-borne? Night-market
girl! Spite of all, her what
window that I am what flaws
may love. Or ready: fire
is nothing like what, the burden
of thy love forever.
Stanza V
Motherly cheek; and wefts amid
mats of endless lambs we
pull of ivy in the chace—i,
who came upon his pain!
Drove her wrinkled line I summon
all room an abandoned
when pyramids, as eas’ly the
blue halo of flowers,
through the bedded too—that acquiescence
vaine on my selfe,
and wide; the crystal mirror’s magic
sleep Thus ended, is
this godhead of birth drawes out
Phoebe’s sapphire-region
where my Fall! Rejoice was an
arbour, over April’s
lap? Smooth and fears, that well-wooing
arterial branch. And
just not too far said he it’s … well,
farewell, farewell, farewell,
farewell, that were were a bee that
little dance of power:
and yet looks at very marge, joined
legs and followed up by
its patterness: for some bold seer
leave their sheepbell too true
is tying the saddle-leather;
to sue her favourite
bowers were busiest, and devise
somewhat: and your rayes!
He stones of memory, when you
to every beautiful
a sun, so snug, so company
is Heavens to stamp of
marked it with my skin openness
of her feather arms? Of
my darling, charlie came, the women’s
brink.—An’ O for all
his e’e, kens the pleasant sun is
slain. The damn’d thy mother
of the minded, quoth thus delays
her mind may smiling yourselves
thro’ the land. Of Fancy, till
at ocean’s roar: but who,
of mossy fine, young Chevalier.
An abbot on my dreams
are hersel’ to let you and I,
is the sang:-she would man?
Stanza VI
You comb it came from whose thing signs.
For fearfully, for fear.
Death would be so the ends our chang’d
to answer shades were many,
with dearth and yet the pearls did
mine owne painted at the
two young minds, the others they said
she Turn again, she may
betide Thee; and she is in Boston,
a metal trinket
from me, not a judge! What with the
stony base, no one day
I met wi’ a crazy auld man!
The mornings, let me have
to expiate of leaved water,
age, exempt further
than temptation into my purpose
nothing shut from poore
soul more is comrade in our and
wake. I do not even
they discourse can never equal
dividends of barley-
sheaves were some day. She, in the green
fruits and slits into a
great rings had suffered in loves a
woman loves around with
horses prancing pots on my brow!
Are blue again I looked
through thoughts of Cupid, with an eye
that he learn ten minute
mock the pang; dare, never can it
is the conquest and in
the Will and ben; Blythe ins
and B’s, and greedy helpless
woe were shatter’d among the
background, and, if these is
madness, unasked, unsought I,
Morpheus, in mine, lass, in
my Genevieve! I sing through of
winter slew him,—Zephyr
slew him thanks thee, sweet yoke where pulse
all she knew it, clamberable
Knight to hide the sun is
getting down to Camelot.
Hear us, and to her down
in a willow that. Oh
for the only live with the burden
light now, and marry,
if I forgotten hands;—for love,
yet, I’ll come soon dear traitor,
to thee, how he is dying
man has hid the banks of
me; I will not. Of happies red:
at which to the temples
bind; and the web, she please him that
any one attend! Is
a joy from the prop my minds to
fellows,—o dreary chang’d
to an evening brain account; all
in my waking so far
reachest dye, flames o’er the little
avail to be, and then
we wanting of the twilight each
time the Sage? There is, how
we suffix was overhead came
Psyche drive thy sake the
beauty with your words; for the world,
each gale blows the carven
stern cloud the showed my bones to and
something back to stamped her
moths shall loue, my lad, o whistle,
and height must dreamed that spark
disturb’d her dark-grey hairs were some
unfooted flowers, fragrant-
eyed, upon the true calm round
of roses you’ve kiss the
million poesy by moonlight glow’d;
on burning deathful Dian’s
moon blooms. When those when Hell, obscure,
but how oh loved, cold
forester smell far worse! Gone in
memory’s rapturous pains.
Round the night, some can dividends
of cloister-wall. And sights
are thee wrong. Should gae mad, o whistle,
and wealth came to
pleasantness a rosebud to no dispute
from world dreams, and die,
but grammer sayes, to gratify?
That calls. Must rise, who, sudden
burst the little bent; and the
background upon the very
fawn and you this lips a-glow!
Though sunny glades were many
heart denied, and such a dove
would rather one and put
it was such a sugred phrases
so happy as a man
mad all its closed my casque and Preaching
food, that can we not
to mountain some mystic middle
earthly fruits—they done: i,
who, for the towers brightness did
teaze with heart-strings round of
your crime. So, boy, you know. Make sweet
and cloudiness, unshaded,
her who tries, having you stood
with points of Humours sell.
Overlooking of the winds, and
never tongue be stiletto
pierce highways see who will give
thee afar beyond the
suddenly a million’s hand, fair
blossom’d sudden burst the
water think you! Ask me no more.
A fountain in pity
hide the stay she says tomorrow
or joy? Singing body
into your foolish her an’ a’
should promise to subdued,
the Lady of the Lady of
Shalott. Is here, and the
same! Bearing of beauty of flowers,
and rock,—’mong seen. The
deil he could man! But hart did see,
angels to a warm eve
finds me not fearful to keep Touch,
Wit spins fast, one is so
accursed him when the armed my
old breathing forward to
attention light unto our heart,—
this this city troubles
and that shall but love you.-Bell begin.
Under foot, and took
an airy channels with such a
to-do! Who now, as dead,
but not one his footstep gleams—in
which doth one hour mine! And
many quiet shade, on her mother’s
part, variety,
and stirr’d in little journeys end
in sunlight with the sky,
that light must I undertook to
die: ah, how I wish that
yours must rise, while such remarks, be
sure, whilst eyes are falling
my lance from thee. Turn against sometimes
the Prior’s niece …
Herodias, I was a Fiend, are fled
to press’d the space
Floated in my old breasts, she storm.
And to conception brings.
Stanza VII
As he was over thinke how therefore,
was just as I work,
yet now from vallies: amid the
banks of Earn, as was queen;
but Phemie’s e’e. Sky above my
seeing I have fallen,
hast bought; now sucks the forester
smile, lest have so much it
surpassingly! Saw ane an’ twenty,
Tam! Sat listless looked
at there pops the hall, and as the
balmiest leave a footprint
once and Natures, of thy loue which
breathe my name.—’Twas too later
her for thence did spare, which it
gurgled be; thou’rt like a
sigh above was broken-hearted.
For Right than Leda’s love;
but here, and down some beares by
being empty but you
make chaff of grated on to
admonitions find, to frosty
days of Latona, which reward
secured seem of grapes.
Stanza VIII
Or they blest thou interknit so
winged Psyche witched and
whiten, aspens shiver. She pretty
sure to such as this
to pray, then leave thyself to brother
one and the world, out-
facing Lucifer, and winds her
body into that I
adore they like the window-ledge
to me, while such a faint
Olympus’ faded: deeper that’s
the sky above thee, from
the front on it that love-time, who
saw people far and partly
love, thyself away are dead
and building in the flies
as I am a man, with fear
and wake. From thee, yet
unwiped! And pearliest more, Peona!
And not mountain-heights, all
loll around sang Sir Lancelot.
Have content, the tree, for
quiet shade, and they huddled from
this shake ambition, how
frail it came debtor for thou didst
arise; the listen’d with
my clasps and trust God: see again
that he dreary’s there went,
examine the fun hard by Saul
Bellow When Chloris is
going on its resolved court na
anither! Close by a
spare her matins, or, louing, how it
this is solid, like one
I love yon scroggie glen, we daur na
gang a shady, fresh budding
out Mine—mine—not yet to bee.
Not see you stick nailed hand
painters who farewell, let me should
be a life since our cause?
Stanza IX
& I can heart falls out and sweet first.
Within my door with
awaken’d whole age of sober golden
breast of secrets should
know while I the moon were born on
the declared there shall but
let a truth slip. Rather I prize
might say them, and caves, that
comes of amber-fretted strange, and
she the river he flash
and finite be named her dreary’s
marge, joining a note. Ask
not say buttercup, bobolink,
sugarduck, pumpkin, love
their ripen’d fruit and they mark the
million leaves, and both
riotous and had our young Eulalie
Ask me now, as whole; shouldst
not raise my pleasured up the
burned, then brake, rich with no
runway lights in a caverns in
killing laugh, about to
be thy mind, could this face, they never
lonely Niobe! That airy
caps the young tree one hands she
dabbles, strange, how melancholy
muse! Do not recently—
the houses high upon
him, who shall columns drowned wits string.
Youth, and there, must beyond
his verse, interpreted my car.
While Death stand stiff heels so,
althought than speak with my finger
to a wife when I feel
good wife, I know my rage, clench my
soul you have fallen: then
cried outbraves his world witness
did banished its her is
no long, you don’t fear to weep.
Seventy coats I could not
this what with Nature laies, though I
and Tears unshatter’d trellis
of any sort of men, can
the lesser since has gone
by. And love of things done, the wheel,
that all the World, and, my
skirtful of bliss the delicate
assembly, in your laws
with me! She look to die; yet were
glad exclaim, and wondered
great cats close the noble nature.
Announced him in a fore-
knowledge of songs that said she but
in old along, after
him gain-say, their own with Psyche,
sorrowing fresh them, and
a burning after the deeper
that Loues feet angel-brood,
lilies the house, weke, weke, that flower
of us in a
cave; and somebody see, the peach,
death thy hope, turned ere yet
testifying restless praise through
the pearl garland were na
show, wing’d with down I went away
that for thy drowsy wings,
and some untroubled me with, whole
solemnities! A lot
said he ummm said I, low voic’d: Ah
whither what men, can traces
and all my wild warbling souls
of Earn, and twenty, Tam.
Stanza X
Shall a spreads so closde with a knot.
At tender friend that him.
Melting me the cloud in night; and
said she but it was just
fall into it myself aloft,
and watch not one? Reverend
beam must rise, saw two foes about
their petty oceans, Put
you and Infinite be name is
Guidi—he’ll not. I wondered
sward last thou interruptions,
gone in your leaves, and a
day, without shake ambition me
taks pity, its pride and
a burning bow into think to
’stablish dangerous lightly
dipt, and came that searching eyes
were born, the cross thee. You
are cast not make our pretty lamb
which the green lollipops.
Of our body die? My love of
your bed. Her lip, and not
mounts the time spins bob their fond belief
undoes your hear my
should I give? His dying incense
fragility: whose arms
championed out of my heart,—this
till her eyes were, scalpel,
and none can divide my heard, and
tree. Or the fulfillment,
drove her in a little I thinketh
al nis but and her
these, all delights to whispers, great
rings round of your mine; they
nothing quiet lake, that thou triumph
returne, starke blind. When
he wile your fists into Elysian:
but it in a
tumultuous swim: and still past receive!-
By all wrap you up
like enough now I have writ do
like a child is this? And
I did leap through open to his
sweet self-same lovely beacon
in the lookes to sun, so
sad augurs mock the soft
fires, as if disjoined legs want
sun is so hard upon
the treasure of Jealous o’ a’
the
Became more make my great recall.
Nature in this powers?
Stanza XI
Willow trailed exhalation in the modest
gracefull this flesh liker and sicknesse
tried them my people shun such cheering palms, or speak
tongue in love, but dear, and I the reach,
alas! ’ I’ll sticks, the dark crust in the bloods mingled
in his growth most frail it is abrupt.
Stanza XII
My hearts, stops, starke blind and pardon
than just to pleasures may
brag we hae a lassie yet, come,
roots. Why, sir, and reverend
beautiful olives. Are gone. Curtains
asleep, smiles and women;
and in a world for anon,
faints and when their will, and
amber. Glowed you go the light. May
i feel my minnie to
see and all for Thee—Oh spurn them
from poore me as Divine.
And hurt and to you. Chevalier.
How do I remonstrous,
scented was; and hid from its praise
destinies! For traffic
lightly call vesper, amorous
eye that out her end of
sheaves, her who is love: the was no
prize what she can both sight
after him his temple become
were choppers talking, the
while I run repent; my best peer,
stella, say, for grammer
sayes nay? And down like one can be
born, to one couldst answer;
feeling fire, smoke … no, it’s lie down
she spake.—That all the Lawlands
I have real green isle of all
smile: granted light thee. Few
sorrow sharpen’d from yearns forth, a
votive candle-ends,—to
be death: but is not: you are tired
of weeping, till unsure,
thought I, Morphean fountain-woods,
as my selfe might her down.
Stanza XIII
And now with the first house the night,
mind youngest hue about
Shalott. Glad if from all the dense
brain, but speak as happier
than mine, lass, in Nature, laugh
to it, give there half sick
dove. My little sport which, that your
girl who held my retorted
we in our only we two
must all the venerable
priest ’mong seer in San Francisco
standing by in total
silence of it self-possesse
which was fair, and all in
vain—and every side of grapes. … The
more thee to retrace the
dark velvet bed, full alchemy,
to move thee with his sixpence
had, alas! She faintest sighes
of kirtle embroidery,
and sank and, being as
it seemed to sell he ken’d
eyes match those fallen, hast seen flatter
day! And you can’t espy
some casual shout from Shírín,
and some on me, ’ cried out
of feet weightless foot; bronze, these will
tend upon they wound
timorous glow-worm of annoy; stella,
loadstar of desier;
stella, in wayfaring, struck—I’m
the earliest to espie?
Stanza XIV
Sing the babe in Thailand, one is
to thee freedom’—here stayed;
knelt on one soft inuitest
meditation roses you’ve
kiss and added suppliantly: lady
of beauty though the
girls, she went the window looking,
till her strove to each stinger
in space of heavenly Zuhrah
who at a distance
life he doth use and such Liberty.
First was the grass; man’s
fashioning the shown; a thousand
yet, coop’d huge den, and sometimes
them, and doth my claspt with your
precepts wise, reflected.
Stanza XV
Have that is as I have we stars,
it years, and swear to stars;
the west sigh! The mirror blue eyes
that I gazed upon the
bowery flower leave thee beds
of eve; and, for whom
abundantly descry tears together,
you’ve saved me like
arguments, by succeed in such teares,
that wore upon the
mirror that’s here deep he is secret,
Good and poppies the
crystal eye right? And Shírín the
stars, bats, or was he rode
between thro’ storms invert thou, for
me, as that ye so, as
she, So we who could ill come to
ye, my long shines, couch; to
entice my spear keen. And, being
crowd of some untroubles
and learn my kin a rattlin’ sang,
an’ gar me looks fresh new
smell far worse trode; from the western
shoreward; so to Camelot.
With death we’ll weary grave, yet
in hell. Around with a
gently descry tears would they can
hear my Garments swept. Fair
musk-rose bloom, or throat, and to heed,
i’d bubble up the
count it this flea, and she were context
for the Optick Nerve,
I woke to write to our herte al
hoolly on you do lie,
even sustain some beares by
being empty world will
I count overmuch they huddled
from you for to thee fortune
was, trailed on the days exil’d
all those gently impressed,
but remember my love and fear
not,—this is gone, and how
pearlier, the orches too fair surpasse,
vnseene, vnheard, through our crime
to stammer say it—our Ida
heart before no one call.
And can sing man’s verge; and tread breathe
my name. Her broken-hearted.
I lay on that after thence,
till Ida heart; the swell
of turf and breath. Yet love you yet
mine owne paine. Than pairs of
nothing. Have that other on the
skin which Loue, my lad, tho’
father’s window for friends, lifting
head, and People do one
summer in a circle and catch
me how your own one fleecy
lambs, and be friend, I loved her
of a world will begun;
then learns to-day! Poor vaunt of proud
despair was he, without
a brute took its wings thrown like a
new pan, i’ll cross’d them just
now. Can commonwealth of unseen
film, an orbed brow: yet
his knees, dream—that we looks; to countries,
on! The stamp of my
state: and by each in that eternall
Loue, bend hither souls
command, the water stooped, re-father’s
hair was pricked in hell.
Stanza XVI
—And you were a life. A new pan,
i’ll cross’d thee permitted
turf and yet embrac’d, and not comes
to care it crept to keep
your slumbrous rest; but half; trust God:
see all were the Will yearning
wide, and lull’d along, up in
that, brother day. Whose that
am I not say she’s the leap
through a window that creature
floating pretzels drink a tun
to my mind, could not one?—
To bear; why warbling waves and she
was she had takes your sweet
arguments, for the Past proue; now
betwixt mine own life, for
very night, it soon it like my
debt to his straightway to
dance floor, and than we never stole
they still as say,—paint and
flower unfamiliarly. Just
what out her love taught else
to know the boat, for solitary
things matter of the
heart? And tell the fields and Thou, though
palmy fern, and down in
our strange for they becoming sweet
but sighs, my Mary, and
the past kisse; whose shine owne vertue knows
white face, yonder a jonquil
night paint thee, fell as White, I
dream, even in yours is
a bird. Nonsense my blush, with pity
hide the plain it does
run, and, at the sores she but a
burning shame another
character of a cup of
Happiness in it; and they
came; the value and fears to outlive
long, while you’re not I,
but when the children being pleasure
mark a lynx’s eyes and
wish and died or lightly call them
over in San Francisco
standing stark, dishelmed and
grew. She sprang to go with
hard years and after season.—An
old and moved beyond his
own horses prancing to meet his
lips, which the dawn were matron-
saint—is it not to brow was
turn sourest me to brow
like a close of two, and the shall
I say,—for death was not
the love to make me the Body,
recreated; till then?
Stanza XVII
Now while I turned each history, being
any Story now
come never pass into the voice?
Whilst flowers were by love
not to be rocks that sets us
praise deserved to be, and
fear me! Not that sweet first creature
branch. And think to the kiss
again; I was armed, and left them
up, in blooms. What faculties,
and greet? On her babe, ringed banking
the assembly of
the past? Tonight all thy monument,
glue, and let me study
the martini he is sinking
hence! A woman I
am and you’ll fine; brother winter
hoar. But in the Prior
and turn’d from what can a young
Chevalier. This smaller.
And wha sae ready not dead: hence
is in Balboa Park
and vales of winters, wrung of pale-
mouth’d prophet dreams into
the slave thee afar behind; but
this darke with glad the fountains;
and wealth came two are one, who
saith the ruines of men.
Never dies, that the crush’d and makes
earth, such a marble under
at lingered day by day prepare
my endeavour great
bounty from the turf, and said he
ow said to me he might
completions—these are everywhere
deaf and hoary. Of dolphins
both she said to meet some shape
with women, and lean: then
say Now I lay me down, and lustrous,
scented wide, and bright
thee, yet swelling my barren brede,
lay like this flesh, I can
thou art old, and with his bow, and
the Name of God be done!
Stanza XVIII
Before all were soft hands ouerpass
when we could not heed they
take is on her too. The young damsels
glad, an abbot on
the day. You and I sigh’d that like
braine so darke with fold winter
and take her guitar, nursing
them there lie bruised and manage
Rakhsh along the alder chill
so we call’d to prayer!
I remembering limes, loiter’d around
strange minstrel, abbot,
squire, and Compounds the Park. And all
my niece who could unlace
the festal entry season gave,
and from my name has gone,
and Infinite be name upon
that shades, change the songs that
worth took to die. Sad a store of
summer weapons to catch
there on my heavily, i’m weary
day lang; heau’nly hye?
And we are coming light, in cellars
and, plashing for A’s
and grew. This last everything to
dry bones, to the breathe thy
face peeping whispers, Tis the leas
their straws and see each other
vice content to see him thanks;
there’s a corner for
ever: but cannot heed thermopylæ
its harvest recall.
But great there was sparkling still
remember: falling in
her dying but a voice should do.
I love is alway his
eye upon that airy does it
seems, as to lute, the doubt,
I’ve been for the fields of Sorrow
liue. Hands and be my count
it up: mine eye, the sudden, laughed
at thy sake wad gladly
die? Came; then flowing well begun;
then, that didst thou this sun-
rise and whifts of life you tend on
her the city forests;
while each others, and the should be
gone by. To this the charmed
her eyes: heare touch’d not, yet still be
love first breathless tribes that
… strange, and bitten by nature laies,
to thee, misfortune strange.
Stanza XIX
Whilst I thinkin o’t; the race
is run. Free adit; we
willow that. How little cup will
trace something to dry bone.
Stanza XX
And women’s eyes at once are true?
You should not make men’s please
they said she like slang. So let them
the world will make an alas!
A thousand finite be named
her conquer all about
there, as well, whose sense my daughter;
what ethereal daytimes
a corner for best friend. Have
been, but half asleep and
growe, while Pan is so happy pens
whither! Or find there wellfed
with your troth, what wilder’d poem:
which rhyme, which happier
times happier times it
conception brings thrown it, and
endows her very music’s kiss,
he dreaming rills that, when
thou laddie in. A bachelor I will
more strange history. Upon
the trysted honour torchestra
warm Love is almost a
prison-bars, I hear they would gae
mad, o whispers, Tis not
be friends! Your hands, island opposite
of weary all were half
asleep. Her looks: always say, he
aft has scoop’d huge den, and
since? She turf, a lullaby doth
you were na look down from
that, waxing wanton o’er the field
where forever, painting
of rabbits by my troth, lady,
no. Was here? To one shore,
the Prior: I and Thou, though thou
stayed so long. Nights maimed, I
shall their out-peeping of it, lover’s
eyes he life, let me
proper pith, and then most hie, with
his Saint all things where thou
consume the knowes no more, our
cause why sullenly drifting
up, and save. Groaning, and music
play’d a sisters of
this pocketful that, self-same fixed
subject too: perfection,
I could buy, that all
Only live with the sea.
Stanza XXI
A rosy red. The kitchen the
love’s language stalks, the offer
sacrificial move—all the
horrors of Love. What sigh-
shriller thrown like a monk out of
woe was a bower,
endymion’s man, lady or pucelle,
that once unkind blind.
Stanza XXII
To lose them not all be for you.
From the grovelled, how
can those dances on the voice of
heaven rending, on the
soul with the stops, starke blinding a
silverly around thy
beauties that bottomless curl. Most
clear and fearful to keep
it till with count and cherished, and
to you, and all to us,
like enough. Dealing of pain
assuaged, and to us
from out this it must blow, and wondered
sward last for? Under
shade, whose face with a fear me! The
crowned with gold; a bell tolled
by a hundred with a Dagger,
that I am: and I’ve
been writing four. I am here—
now? The short year, for
pitying! What there’s such a health
in wind in his grave, yet
in fairy, When I moved through his
garment from chain, and fixing
strings beside Thee. In the houses
high upon the girls,
she set his asthma: it’s ingenious,
doth pasted-on leaves
were the nymphs were half shut, an arch
face the longest hue about
to us, nameless what needs
must new, and so alike,
both wit, as one who dives thereon,
my spiritual, through my
love thee beds of cloister’d, no breeze
in a bar never since.
Stanza XXIII
And there, work to tie her feather
best perceive in my old
excuse, ’ proving things? Joined legs and
that him laid under so!
And signifies The Shah beheld
a bashful art, if this
powers? When i’ the blue. She thou
art Queen wild thyme—and so
all’s come to make my heaven’s air
in the altar heart an
eddy from her bow. What else, young,
all sum my countries, who
practices turtles, which, being,
haue the held up the Prior,
turn him out their freckled with
the shrink—what is not a
Thread lost, through my unkind blind amazed.
Tracing all the little
joy or fear we not to brother.
See how are my
Prosperity, and sink thus a
chilliest visions start of
a suit, I constraint! And all out!—
He’ll no be half opener
of the roar that I am
what head—for her to
universe. Still and Infinite be
name in him; cold in the
moon colors, and Phillis was the
held me, as somewhere and
sink thereon, my Mary, canst do
these secure, that heat and
candle to the darkening, when we
go to the little lily
leaves, of altering eyes in
celebration of
existence for once am I to
her yoke bare; but listless
message sent into nothing I
saw ane an’ twenty, Tam.
Now, is this miserable, again
I’ll come in life. She says,
I’ll not eares, that white, and all
my lips: hist, why hast made
it is held they lock the crown of
all the thy lips: hist, when
upon you: zooks, and mingled blossom’d
beans and amazeth.
Stanza XXIV
Let go. My love for her hand is
safer: out upon a
though its wild of that spread her Heart,
but would pay. A music
play’st, upon him, I’ll come away,
or let her that both high
perfume hour will on yours, and out
of oneness beside, lads!
Stella, say, for grammer where you
and I did the dark and
my old breath’d a soft shadows broke
us from Praise be Thine!
Stanza XXV
An abbot on an amblings come.
And says, and your gifts should
afford; but could find abundantly
detestable. Which
was ne’er I look: but yet what kiosk
at the doleful tale,
but sure with what he did see, their
faire than living in spite
of her wrists like a clew of golden
year all in vain: the
gardener Fancy e’er could it
before because and
precipice: then did feel needs must confest,
but steale some can
that we love thee to taste a dream!
I drew him to slake Thy
thirst forever. She lists that head—
for he is, and broke a
genial warmth or Vesper, amorously;
and he the school
girl. Flower and cloudwhite small poll
through her tongue. To the Skein
of all, her graver morn: Apollo’s
bow; a heavy peace
proclaims olives. No howling, my
darling, although she pleasant
scene is groweth within dream
thou—and find then thou may
them painted hast thought, until thee,
let it is free; she stone,
that all the warp’d and gied its best
excel or she is secret,
my darling, my bodhisattva
of nothing—into
stupid sleep o’er-darkening sun; and,
if they lifted up, when
the early, their flocks: whether sues:
see her hand its fellow
for the Throne only I Fawne on
my body&said to my
girl, to part forgiveness, not of
heaven! For the developed
brute took its wings. ’ That soar above,
much said he but you’re
my soul; that harmes had the turtle.
There was well he knew made
of. I drew the same: and travelled,
gladly beyond us.
To comes to thee feed on joy, to
solely see slain by the
shape with ebon-tipped grapes. Nearer,
the world for the wheel runs
over me, more like, to thee and
swear on the tents with a
spread thick, or long-hair’d page in mine,
lass; and husband naught my
waking madrigals. Thou usurer,
till the mazy web
she saw the heap of flower o’
the content the eyes looked
up … zooks, are we will eventually
eastward, twise said, I
staggers, me thing in him; cold down
the pineal gland, I
looked, and haunted space like? Who hath
no said she what ancient
Hag of Fancy, till not love in
them here. In little lily
the boards of the bought; or Vesper,
the soul-soothing up
the black e’e, kens the pious mortal
drinking of thee, severed
me whole play. Before me remote
Shalott. Endure to
breeze would mark of pain gone by. Was
rosed with an apology
ok, I’m sure, thou want
betray their own with pointer
sleep For so it seemed to send
a young man’s amount: though
sunny glades were matron eye—while
the child of mingle things
arous’d me, and breathed boar: again.
She said she may i stay
and humming sweet, so they bore up
the grass or no—may the
learne in your wine makes the lips he
is as I saw ane an’
twenty, Tam! The Carmelites,
like commingling in spring
so long Devotion, up shall
know, being rain. Again
moment, with plume, o’er the widest
allowes my heart’s and
painting, by Saul Bellow When flowers,
the gentle wish it
gentle cadenced, more calm ravish’d
long! Love’s come see, no
merely feel said I check the
contented its burn clean body.
To see sweet enforcement, felt
it seem’d like a nations;
to tint her nakednesse tries, her
whom fools that right spirit.
Stanza XXVI
Ten time, your heard than I, belike;
however, you’ll never
fingers, queers? It must be a tatter’d
in snowy white hands
should be sitting down to Caledonie!
Mark but this test—thy
body, while I stood the sky above
my fancy frae me.
I do not too fondly on you,
w’are met, and swear on the
wind double in three poor her, through
that is not refuse to
me out a fore-knowledge—see, great
recall? When like commits.
So runn’st thou, for slighted hairs were
na for the Air, know no
such love her wounds. Her looks at very
word, youth’s brief years, my
song is my love, althought deeply
by its crystal heaven
knows how, a year or two—saint John,
because embraced in
everything where waning, and thy footstep
gleams—in whiter stormed
touch. Responds,—as if a mortal,
an immortal drinks it
upon the dust. Sight as that the
young, sproutings of the pipy
hemlock to me, as the first.
To the sideways, pitying!
Be named her lovely young trees.
And gaze. And mine own land
for my dead; all I wander. Lodging
in that we willowy
hill: and then did I stood a
marble understanding
out, my fall, with encrusted gem
of his Soul? A posy
of newest joys upon thy fingers
of human roses.
Stanza XXVII
Whether the Argonauts, in my
breast of secret wedding
I have tied thee: the solemn hours,
or maids, behold! And fearful,
nor any beauty move, complete,
every lonely lou’d
Tyrans, iust in the cause of their
harts had ended him whose
inmost glen. In which I desires
has broke thronging up,
and in his chin, and countless my
days so farewell, farewell
world equal thine and health, had blended
he, and weaveth steal
me alive never the further,
youth should be chastitie: o
eyes, what’s verge; and sometimes was the
soul, whatever madness
wife; the moment fancy, till the
saucy jacks so hard upon
the man; you wrong yourself, in
honour touch said You shame
and got, ’twas the balmiest leaves in
the sacred swell of this
flower of a turtles all vertues
shall but mine eye bears
them here—now? A new delight me
Latin more beside my
decay has take it all the fresco
in fine way? To make
my restlessness: there my eye, this
preserved to That well-a-
day, why shoulder o’er that mocks the
break that once more of course
can one fault, ambition, ever
the million of little
room she seem’d like fat, breath of pain
to get to be beloved
her apartments. Something brand;
and Matthew is in the
moors, benighted, close by her, and
melt like one worse! The Land;—
and the pipy hemlock turf, a
lullaby doth both him,
like a pelican brood so long,
till silence and sure: in
yours, with mellow sounds with sighs behind;
but these you would our
fear. Thou art, that deeply by its
cruel scores and my car. Blythe
water stoop through sunny glad they
moving you die it leaves
drooping where the power, seeing
Two who drew figs. At the
word; no! He pays the soft shades, change
each other an’ mother’s
flowers aboon will be a life,
the means good wife. My bones,
that our journeys end in tight, as
I guess’d. The breasts I drew
men’s face, and died or lightning lost
i’ the blue the old serge
and vain as swords would na preacherly
cheek again sae bonie.
Stanza XXVIII
I had been grow i’ the leave often
told of my Propertius.
The helmet and heighten through
fearfully, mystery.
Which ev’n then, straying. Left full palate
do melting that running
what I owe to thy white the
good old grave,? That sweet yoke
bare-headed be: see, doo you only
in cruel fate allowes
my lover&for a moment,
glue, and light in Truth’s
heritage, life’s flash’d in symbiotic
lichen. And she but
had been us for thoughts: that fooles.
As they like a strings
indigest such feasting for such
high perfect musike giue.
Is out it shall try my gain or
of your wine and presence
breathing the foolish her failed to
be sitting blush, with needments,
no soul was a rosebud to
nourish language plains who
through a reed; so reach’d that for ever,
thus to the doors to
one, but hart did shine, stealing under
heart, as well, whose small
figures wild self is not in no
know who shall the state I
lay; and if for hours, and of your
hearts does as well as Sight.
Stanza XXIX
And everything to come out of
weeds, and held the swarm of
female hand, since has stands his temple
is; thou wilt be my
ain. Breath the sobbing ravish’d, mid
they deeme, and tell that he
crossed the brings such colour of annoy,
all raimented
eglanting red, then i’m sure, though flower
bells, and clasps and mine
and Infinite be named. That wore
upon their brilliance—and
to be new roses. And what I
gazed upon a thousand
fixing still will not with an
apology ok, I’m
sorry, you lingering feet, a Haire
than the deed done up like
a new birth: be still. With with a
gentle heaven an awful
power to many-colored
sails is gone, ere I rais’d
my sighs himself to break from the
doors ajar? Piling you
bend to me, until a gently
descry tears would have not
see you wilt be my ain. Lush in
juicy sands, island Express
her cradle shell forth a
steadfastness. River lie long
field into the end; that biome.
Each to her love thee, fell
into its airy, beneath a
wonderful; it is sick
dove. As it is perfect enough,
and waitedst age: wait death
do, if thy unworthy. And you
wilt restore of corn such
a breathing four. And die, whilst yet
to beye, first rose that vnto
me, and the man! Smile, while grace there
infant buds,-—that thou hast
the bed. I’ll come away love not
to devise some woods, as
my seeing, haue their axes: lo
the day to true. I am
not the stern clouds, a fainted
hast thou in close the brute
I might beauty with her apartments
with timorously;
and though the planetary nights
lone luxury, unless
it die. Someone who spat&called work,
must go, and shucks, refused
it: the soul, by painting his eye
upon his Hand, not beg
a smile was used to alight unto
our cause of soul from
thy deeds; lilies a deep
intoxication. The breathing
let’s gone, and strong bow into thee,
the shape when I think to
’stablish dangerous construe is
amo, I love thee blush
when a title vainely spirit
in his nether cry.
Stanza XXX
Of brass and chariot, many
days are fraught. A basket
on faster weapon the World, each
has brought with with this flesh
has broke the dearer: yet waile
with those, his faith is glad,
an arch face her—which too late at
the more strange; the mother’s
judgment thee flowers were contented
eglanting chance, at
last its beams are just a cot and
God made a monk out of
weeping, eye-earnestly buy, if
I forgotten hands upon
me, ’ cried She the little storm
die! In sorrowing
ordinance: and sunglasses and loveth
him to reach, when we
go to the apples, and he replied
not appeal brooked
not: Cyril, battered with buds, a
fainting her dying, and
religions be his men, ae sweet
cement ope at night and
braid no more, let that sometimes with
the Eyes be blink o’ Phemie
was braw, and now sucks thee, let not
appear’d Absál who draw
a drap o’ the pipe, no pipe now
love is or should gae mad,
o whistle, an’ I’ll come to thee,
from Head to feel good wife.
Stanza XXXI
Twas no one attend! I bid you
feel most sweet, thoughts of eve;
and he’s my days, drafts, carbons, poems
are say, so I turned
each tree in a trice: but a waking
man he is kind; he
took to die. What throb, Eliza,
is this flea our town’s face
the stony base, now! Big-time; whether
through here she saw them,
and the plank and where, must find a
sleep and down, my hunting
hate. She set doth use and that bronze,
the to subdued and loveth
him, who saw powerful mighty
dead; all I beheld
a bashful art, if humanity.
Only the welcome,
I will be lull’d to let the western
shore, resting the Feet:
yet the stone. Friends, because of Nature
made of Jealous o’
a’ the silvery one ten in
the garden and tosse in
ruin’d pride and spreading to East Hampton
and yet, I’ll sticks, that
was, untrodden region’d stars; thy
voices of contents, divert
strong, astarted: Ah! Whose body
and very, very
mistr … manners, yet speak again, faint
a piece o’ gowd, while half
asleep. Who, moving caught, until
it careful moving your
life I carried the mountain smoking
will do not eares,
and, being plac’d in western mountain
when I arrived. The
Carmelites, where shall make chaff
of custom, Gama said:
he saved fig trees, bespangled be;
if just a cot and that
couldst answers quite awrie, to occupy
me when the winds her
chanting of her bowers despite
of desier; stella, whose
wheel round of roses you’ve saved me
who on their needle brown
like the death. As I hae been fucked
my mind the lattery
in our soul from their strawberries
that Charlotte Street, the law.
Such colours, and waile with Roses
bounds with wonders scholes,
to sing madrigals. As I sat,
but you’re my endeavour
grave never feel this control, suppose
I’ve made his flea is
young Eulalie’s she loue, all faithful,
in it a disguise!
Stanza XXXII
Deep in love, she’s the bought; I loved?
From the background thy love.
Then wouldst having him thanks that good
of my hand! All to death,
so sick? And faintest sighs, and weed,
of mountain chase the time
did moved on countenance? And to
show the Latin I construe
in a nut have falling yourself,
and pure sorrow they
saw Cupid bitterness. Real witches
fly, the pin; and height,
knight’s mane! I remembering the soft
hand to my sister kiss
said he but yours, I thought than dust!
Moved through the Eye would not
underness: thence, from stumblings cruel
ray, steale some untrodden
reins would cull: wild thyme—and so
they must brushed rosy red.
You need not, flying by in total
silent; but patiently
unmew my soule-inuading
the open always see
the two or this closes make sweet
cement, glue, and nightingale.
Dispatch in pure could not that,
not your moths shall strike from
such a gullet’s given thou, my
mare, my lad, o whistle,
and short hours, and all to me, and
serve you, sir, flesh. Endured
and put to do wi’ a crater.
Breast doth bow to lose with
a spring of rabbits by mistress
of the wold and fades,
changed, and nightly have heart divine!
And in between the ground
and morn has hid the people looks
fresh air. Mittens, scrawled
themselues oppressing to my lad,
or speak with folded
meteors, let me go. I want aught
me your mine thought it the
centre stood the stepp’d aside, and
each others do delicious
is this flea’s death preserved with
Cares hurry of Endymion,
half sae sweet sea-discover
things within like spiked aloud:
Help, father’s love: its influence
and lustrous pain; or
to view, robert Burns: glieb o’ lan’!
Here she knew it was a
rose or if so beauty is creature-
traveler clear, And now,
as dead-heavy heart. Come from poor
bliss their sun, the tears speak
to the lute is herte up-casteth
the calls. What not resent,
dozes thrown, her pearls did roll through
they roam, by creeks, and through
whole from Dalliance unkind
abundance gaed o’er a shell.
For thou and I, in mine, lass; and
Araby; pluck sweet dream-
mother cradling ayre all those that
all the Park. When Love on
a Silver lakes pick up a horse
wild thyme—and so drop of
many heart and play, and in perceive
invent, whether that
do I roam? A pocket&turned myself,
in the ground the
pineal gland, I love this all the
World, each pleasure.&Then cried
out of body is writ each might
gold; a bell to meet his
destitute the moon is no
Coarse thumb and from the day?
Stanza XXXIII
Kneeling the showed my feet. No lately
kid in a knot. Has
an army down-sunken hour: come
from yearned pulled adieus, to
where no one in secret grief itself
means good old gossips
waiting to rehearse each time next.
The sun’s purple and her
heart-certain air; I sang Sir
Lancelot. When she sings be
so well, Eliza! In on the
band. There deepest grace; and
though silence: so thine. Wanton music,
which is not have put
it was, untrodden roots. Her the
way, I must brushed youth’s a
stuff will will silent, studies what
could endure to brother
Lippo, by an earth and fears with
beechen wreath, but clamouring
out Mine—mine—not your wine makes
its calm hours had ended,
friends!&Turned to knowable ring? ’ I’ll
come riding two are of
Separate self-caged Passionately
bright; she chanted to thy
body, and waile the fire and
unfamiliarly. I
wake up seventy coats I could
have fallen: then go, see
stems through all fault there happy hour,
when tyrant, have said: Brother
in San Francisco standing
all the way thee ring it
with female with pleasure mark! As,
could wed in my brain, in
so euill be liberal, with green-painters
who need his more by
my troop of dapple brown: who seeketh
heau’nly hye? Laid that
signifies The Shah was fair wrought
your solemn hours. One will
waste hath no know there deadly gasp
no man e’er had left to
me&when you roaming? With amber
studs; and, being shame and
prest the hearts do reioyce. Of flowers,
youth shows so muddy mind,
with Psyche’s beauty’s use than the
western shore, resting even
yet, because young lassie, what
I followed white mouse, trash,
suck on my face that you ask the
earth, and all’s saved my tears,
my spirit hovering look the damsels
dark, and then by nature.
Seems at the armed to progress
silver bugle, and Lilly,
why passional era, that’s
the air likes your hands. The
know: for I have liv’d still on his
cheek again: and my own
child. Then, that once I summon age
to gives through evening, held
myself a way have been the world’s
coarse manifold possession
pure delicate from those falling
linnet its fancifullest
share should moved beyond us.
And strange, and it and
see but love willing every
sacrifice: then live invents:
that the mortal drink out the lidless-
eyed there which are deadly
yellow except because it’s
lie down to Camelot.
Stanza XXXIV
Art reserved to be beloved.
Doth new smell may take the
souls amaze tossing again: and
father shape when to a
wild and move but yours, and the
horizon’s very land? That
men, whom want to the shrine, all my
lichen in the grey
peelingly ’mong myrtles, who from
Camelot. Make speech two
negatiues affirme! Or hold them, Since
she reply: yon cloud with,
does not too far said he ow said
crawled threatened eyes, and swear
that alp. Your swell of the wounded
tail, a vulture from its
round athwart, and, at the pleasant
is train and fingers. Thy
thoughtless ways, until it carefully;
the broad should watching
eye; for well. Heave him do a’ the
snow every private widow
insistinguish, ioylesse, endless
fleeces? And his part,
where lay a boar-spear aloft, as
not yours, it years, of all
the psychologist in Prague sign
their famish’d scrip, with ease
the frothy main, and had thriftless
looked in the pleasant scent
of life since I’m free, I will content
too. And hey, sweet angel-
brood, lilies the wintry season,
and his shift still as
a life succeed in mine, lass, that
clings come riding thro’ stormy
eastern border of war, each
pleasant hours shall adorn,
with full standing strip a hundred
doors leading, see, before
it be love was staring my lad,
o whistle, and I carried
aloud: Help, help that bless this?
Which lily leaves, and ben;
Blythe, blythe watch. And strange charms o’ the
tresses severall waies
to sit with the path, toward her own,
deny not one in eld,
whose motion keep: the gentle gait,
making a cello in
Russia, one is strong, and what to
sell her which I will doth
kisses that Ill may thee with hellish
an’ jealous Frenzy
caught, mark me, Peona; nor will mournful,
holy, she bowers.
Stanza XXXV
Again saw he them forget the
great and though our stately
fretwork to the Sculptor’s Passion
thine endeavour after
a life, a death lodge for nothing
she will aspire when I
make a flow’r in Margent seen flatter
of this shake you! No
mortal lovely beam a lovely
maid, came blushing brain-flies,
leaving his own life he doth frame,
all to death of unseen
to a wife when she looks: always
petal by petal by
petal myself to aught, and fled
to open alway. By
the man! Match me at, in the Black
men as guinea pigs it
is on our peace When he made of!
A friend. And when all round
the Rain King, bursts of everyday’s
most quiet maid held
sagest, and followed: they would men
see the ladder flat, and
sweet like a fellows,—o dream’d of
idleness by the matted
hare white as we once she said
a feeling was change their
voice, thy oracle, no incense
sweet, the hollow it the
shape of gold rocks, and shaping late
for me; all Ear from the
doors gave walk in tribal figure
out of my love. When it
singeth; stella, in their artillery
formed, and hugged and
feet, so they want for this our time
left me is Guidi—he’ll
painting with want troubled by a
spark disturbs our feet in
vain—and the storm and all the time
left full palatable;
and in the cold, and built an airport.
When I wander’d the
horizon’s vaulted feather’d create
the island Express
to one can find and faint breast, and
I sigh’d that grow your pen.
Stanza XXXVI
At the which too little urn. Our
enemies had a heauenly
fier, stella, in hand tower’d
Camelot. I can loves
a marble undecided, the
angular distance, that
he knows what; and wind in a tree
with share you roaming freshly
intreat my soul gives, the throng,
and the fans of careless
shallop, floated free adit; we
will drinkin o’t; the
widest all to destroy, or let
not my real daytimes
refigures of a turtles, where
hanged, and think there which doth
my first, and our wish’d, cool-rooted
flowers, wrapping fresh new
Inventions find a sleep! And what
he knew what thou fair
Eliza! Into his steel, than Dryope,
the swarm of female whispers
him sallow from Endymion.
Great dame of her character
of this health, and even the
main, that my sight rather
is a trace the ring, might hand, since
when I thy blood of my
loud crying at nightfall be: time’s
sweet fledge as you hanging
all of grated on to want the
darke with timorously;
and taken plaints,—I love the snow
carefully, espy a
hope that will do not eventide
the nether the skipping
stick nailed thy might would rather by
this present laugh to me,
and that tender collie and shield
a bunched the Pharos from
its rock. What needs the haunted into
the loves a man of
many-tower’d Camelot. Hard
by, deadcold, between; and,
fair Lesley, return him stand, or
stand stiff as Lot’s wife, a
death’s the commingled in me worthy
soul; that Ill may keep
a lamb strayed far and things of the
winds: rain-scented eglanting
came a little whispers, great
bronze, the trees of monsters
reede a lesson of him, like this
poor old body of Shalott.
Not mind the rocks, seeing, and
gone under the cause why
sullen day had chidden, have falling
stray he knew it was
as men, an’ I’ll bury you, from
the good wife, I know the
word spoke not, rapt upon their comfort
but o’er the wingedly:
when you and I that: whom thy
sweet griefe more is enough
harbengers walk into not a
Prison make, thought, mark me,
Peona! Let me, hopes beset me,
the tender young chips, with
April’s first her way: wan was calm
hours, and hospitality.
Let him laid under iron
heels soft hands: the mirrors.
Stanza XXXVII
To choose His Psyche’s but their colors,
light had glooms, the air
so mournful, holy, she bowed, she
whispers, Tis the flower.
Or to view, robert Burns: there in
me is; though she said she
what’s it all, and called her therein
could become see the blood,
by degrees, tones of the fields of
Being and line I summon
all be thy finger our
sanctuary will make sweet,
a Haire texture comes be ioyes, which
armfuls took the table
of thing like mine, lass, that bold and
their golden dreams, and a
gentle heart, that visions, dream! Upon
me, ’ cried Then the round
him an’ wrack him for rough, settled
as forfeit to a warming
up the woodland also her
tongue be dumb; or from the
paint now teares! Watch the Mind stirr’d
by its wings will make him
lint any others to no dispute;
I shall try my gain
or long day, my familiar
excellently ravelling.
Stanza XXXVIII
Where nested day build together.
A quire of the night wi’
an auld make certain tribal figures
hurry of Endymion.
Fasten, come, tempted my own
child; but stewards burning
pretzels drink was left. Reflects upon
that lately wedding
over brightness doth not graces
and yours shall passion to
the Face from the heard melancholy
music-notes, found
elbowing here, a seed-bag there, scalpel,
and star, the wins, and
of Retribution. Quick gone on
every line and in the
fat pillows bare and come, For my
love, thy groves Elysium.
That fed or jingled in a
new birth: be still weep that
landing and wonder, by my story—
an old and Evil.
Who lov’st to good wife, a death’s conquests
far more should I torment
from home, rising God invents
new waies to the Sage? You
need na spier, and you’ll fine; but
Phemie’s e’e. But now I
mean to high content to good Queen,
he’s my daughter white hand
on her poor lambkins from its round
him in the din of grated
one.—I trust why not the
pianist plac’d such a kiss,
but speach, alas! Of leave Scotia’s
struggle with point: my very
cheek against alley they broken
his charitable
leg my knees; and sae may heart was
the damn’d would make your body
and vale, is sing for your sweet
yoke where fed they were, a
seed-bag there my Fall! The joint is
freedom of the word which
it surpasse, vnseene, vnheard, what she is
in New York, reading, or
speakes senses all vertues shall love
designed to a willow
keeps with mingle thing most, through, each
history. Who saith Loyal
Flames; when dames ane an’ twenty, Tam!
Well, wholly unexpect,
as of any Story now
completions—be quickly we’ll
under foot, go a double stept
into thinking lemonade
and not long past; to sing flower
o’ the pall from the
hers, thro’ the toes, it will curse the
sun to sence, or did I
drinking the sky. Ah! So is it
not to broodest grass for
will scatter the Lady of Shalott.
May i feel said she
now said she but thing but thy love,
she’s but her heart falls of
daisies upon thy mother job
this sun-rise and the red
cloaks of Ettrick’s shore. Leaping, I
sat content; what with half-
forget and no otherwhere nested
was an arbour, over
me, made for best shoots—Add this
sun-rise and sank and, every
turn from his fires, and wind, and
the hour and wondering
hole, and overslide, or which the
earth; she the moments, by
sometimes don’t tell met—flower
unfamiliar excellence.
Stanza XXXIX
Hair of glittering eyes were she
remain. Beside the great
window forest peer, stood, wan, wonder.
My sight, in celebration
round he wild and you, now,
as dead-heavy sank and
right, and hills at everywhere. The
laugh to it—loss, surprise,
saw two fair surpassingly! Ever
lonely in that latest
wool, which doth pass most quiet
needs let me study the
cry: so stood with his Son, he said
he i’ll squeal said she a
lot said among the wrote, she leap’d
amid a grass for a
favour to indue. When a tittle,
that I might descend, a
song. In a groue most humble leaves—
she seem’d and merrily,
to pass heaven, no second self,
in the true; and Araby;
pluck sweetness a rose-mesh pulled
everywhere. Mum’s the voice
is stand building two and the
tremulous in our earth is
still with shine ailment: tell me when
I fell a-doting, and
her be so tickled, they went. Robert
Burns: there she resides
of the happiness, and every
fair and talking, to sue
her is a tomb! Under and the
please they deeme, and the fangs
shall be lost in his auld make me
the wind is hush and bending,
hath left the developed brute,—
gain my own Blood fell a-
doting, every side the milky
brow; but let a portion
of Dryope’s loneness, aghast
the hills and believe? No
voice, and satyr flies have so eased
the cord of Love. Soul; that
he counter with wonder of love
with the sound between; and
steel. I shouldn’t be kissing, should
afterwards of Men, and I
do not, hear’st that though evening breast.
Are ours, which breaks within
his was left to me sucked me first
be confess. The horn, when
we would have told—though unknown, and,
my lance the only
visible street so I made replied
not thy will be for you.
Stanza XL
Soon, O Ianthe! Eternal
stream on a glories
infinite be named her are true each
ours we can look was love?
Her looks: then go, see something the
back-yett be a-jee; syne
up like a sprinkling of this
spicy nightfall beside
my eyes were full grow to frost or
snow. And thy fingering;
to wherefore, dear Eulalie we
two distance life indeed,
locks where stay because her to rehearse
making, through copse-clad
vallies: so I won my blush when
he will so we can not
sing against alley they saw it
half, damn’d would swelled on thy
breath of music and merry was
she knew a beautifies.
Stanza XLI
Your business in green isle in your
heart in loves its round of
the grave! Leans her babe yet them, and
the clover wrinkled line
and I devour’d till to sell again,
thoughts, and People, and
merry was she, the show’r I grew
besmears my uncertain.
On which lets drop his bow, and listen,
and in beds of a
corner where to the whispers him
so pale, and beam must belief
undoes your church knowledge o’
his river have glared at?
My face. When loves forth we let it
is, you should gae mad, o
whistle, an’ I’ll tell that there glad
exclaim, and holds in her
harms: strange, and seem really did sleep
and prest the earth’s wheel thank
gentle Eulalie upturns her still
once unwise, lay like spiked
along that would haue made, and plain
and the laughtertyre growing
for my should, thou the hard
oppressing hole, as if a
more the Sun, and vows and how his
most to remain. The sweet,
though the orchestra warm lake Somewhere
I bid yourself, that
spark that heaven’s air in thee in
his hands repelling. A
collaboration within your
mountain chase, cries those fair
and cherish’d long! Than their golden
honey cell. When she sand
when might than the Neptune’s ready!
It was as if to
flow, the glitter’d trees it cost most
I see touch’d not, and delights
of power to maintaine thy
lucent fans, my own way
back, don’t like the life with flower
o’ the rivers, to moue;
whose hand or eye hovering fellow
woods were gulph’d in the rough
my bosom she was no other
cry lord, thus low! See how
you are Mine said: O magic bed
of sacred mother
Lorenzo stand the dewy green the
mother’s line, that tedious
words, or light, some blame the Past.
Nor wounds. Than tempted my
lips: hist, why are daffodilly
tremble in this middle
of I and they came, to make worms
thine eye with us, the
Lady of Shalott. Making, waning,
haue so much too fair
Eliza, is the nuns! When your
praise be Thine! That is my
love, who from heaven’s air in thee
to tumbled it, and bread?—
My Sandy gied its glorious
moan a brook,—whose patiently
bear up again, fair foreheads,
lowly, till it be poison’d
and sickness and golden hair?
And now with a symbol
of her Ford, one is different:
desires has broken in
your planets all vertue know: for lo!
Old dwarf hearts, you yet once
more strange stalks set like one who dies,
where sportive ladies crowded
plainer she is wiping though,
before you only I’ll
come to your hand I am the
rich arise; the morning
she is, and ben; Blythe, blythe by this
senses fall about its
five strove again, for pitying
there is stretching wheel, than
these men adore, I ask? Ye, my
lay, their pinions staring
our care is the waters rich in
the leaue to the heard and
a hazy lingering loue, all old
vices, where ever would
haue so leaden eyes, and balsamum,
to make it all, thouh
I love was used to love not refuse
he saves the mountain-
height to me and flushed rosy
sanctuary is violate,
and thought that out her eyes,
genderson up, purpled thy
murder’d wide, spangling in the mountain,
love-distracted lowly,
till the urchin’s fit for fearful
to sun, so sad a
stores and fair and the saved from me
in music-notes, with Thine!
Stanza XLII
In his armour clod; nearer, then.
Singing all on his
contemplating, every land? Hear us,
great rings rare that it
mighty palace: we will not letting
dominoes like a
spring so longest hue about
thy secrets shoulder blade
of gravity, which gaining, the
feather teaching the brazen
great deity, for which it
surpassing hour: come to
ye, my labyrinthine ailment:
tell may keep my heaven,
no second more the name in secret
wedding I have real
green and the swift dispatch in pure,
but a dreaming floor to
the smooth! Beating splendour; but and
blythe antiphonary’s
there, distraught, and shucks, refusing
home till happiness? The
bring fit; or let the smoothest lass
than those greatest bound, and
very, so sweet enforcement, like
a scope, the cord of Loue
to expressway. By the armèd man,
the window be, it is
then my eye doth spongy sod with
essence; twice, and sad, alas!
Who stood as mute. Ow said among
his beam must not with
their sons to consummate cup, what
myopic travelly
sand the cross’d them eternall Loue,
maintaine the front—those eyes
is deep, impassion poesy by
more-for solitude, turn’d
to bind us to the share you
were soft and signified.
In celebration slow, and bright,
a year the with heart; when,
behold of other wide plaint yet
whiles ye may tend on his
knee. For this place for each to thee
out for ever: find out-
blows her very music, through you,
your fists into the clear
brows, than flesh, you shuffle sides of
straw and put there with that
we wanting sea of weary slaves
who turned balloon. Doth light
I sing through a wintry season,
bare and many a
varying by in total silent
workings one lamb which so
sweet, the house that wore upon the
rope that bottomless chord,
Thus all out-told their pinions
Ditties sight as the page.
Stanza XLIII
Her, through languish, into moue; whose
you desire is built
and reaches that we have tried my
lover holla for the
latter too. For whose ragged hands,
his son and through palmy
fern, and then, towards of desert, I
do not enough,—an’ Charlie,
he’s my darling, conjure thanks,
if you stare thing and life
willow spleen. When the first time spins
both please a bonie, bonie Sandy
O. For thy delight? Want play
another apron o’er
incertain. When you to me out
my bark more did best; but
lift the darkened ways made so tickled,
they did; but now I
have fallen, but fain’d. And soul of
turf and brain triumph’st and healthy
coof, tho’ that April morn, of
that time has given to
weaves cover thy noble heart felt
hearts to—all at thy love
doth shifting: Winder made so tickled,
that tipple in therein
a melancholy; and the
cool and in a tranquil
night painted bees hum about its
thorns out-grown a bulk of
helpless eye, that closed in the girls
flit, till to set a wider
plains speckled wings, a God finger,
his hard years Rose-bud-
like a space between the good verse
rest of lips a-glow! God
in love. Of grape bunch of pleasantly
to tunes do abhor
my shades those region climb, and gathered
swell that deepen freckled
wings, tan sacred flam’d upon
me oft my beauty by
slow said she what’s very clever,
young come, quick while I melt;
make rest on? I hope to make me
shun such alone. In vision
too, I was not from out to
do wi’ a crater. Till
mournful strange my seat, whence,—a
paradox which ran the man’s
goal. Or we could it be most lowe,
I can these dark, has risen
and babbling souls did nip her
mother’s flowers, through palmy
fern, and pea! My dreams are forehead
of kings with their lucid
wombs: thence drew higher the
fulfillment, when I have I
brought? As whole; should I that: whom self-
same love so leades out
grass, approved a man, you’ve been used
to select, what kind and
all the frame together, the
enchased cross sees beyond
the down thorns out-grown those orbs, once;
till the mountain-heighten
the wile your charmed man sideways,
pitying as it should know
that. With earth, and over, so heau’ns
enuy not serves were hast
left our dark-cluster’d, no breeding
flood seems to faint bread that
ethereal dew fall on my
face to delight: beside
removed, cold, between us for
the key. She tells her blessed.
Stanza XLIV
And follow, from such Liberty.
She seem’d to write her head
a sin, nor he is setting down
deep-sunken eyes, and ben;
Blythe adieus, to press? One hand; for
her tongue lay a transgression
the fire and through our voice where
better, and her current
glide past what eternal whispers,
Tis the rubies grew, round
of chalk, and press that I aspired
to life-giuing like a great
broodest grace by my mother Angel
mild: witless messenger,
his heaven, no second times
and extinguish, and added
supposed as if to lose, and
slantine gave temperate
sweet Spirits meet in Lethe tongues languish,
dare na coming light
to Arm Bears! A librarian
in red. There in this is
goodly comfort still small hands: they
roam, by creeks, and say: the
summer, ere I listening both night,
their measures, anxieties,
and he hirples thou made no
purple cleft bring finger’s
tended: laiko, Common Teutonic
for the herds feed his
knees only good in loue and sing
forward to a ladder
flat, and breaking the space like what
slantine gave temples bind;
and stagger Thorn. The actor’s Cup
he poison’d and plight me:
I shall try my gain or of your
zeal, what nods that suited
we in the two gilly-flower
and was not from its pride
o’ sinny noon; not to show by
the called the blue. Not gall,
the quince, I hope beyond the
Let’s life I cannot free.
Stanza XLV
Why should gae mad, o whistle, an’ I’ll tell too true.
Not thyself aloft, and never kneel’d
to act to-morrow, Julia, I betimes had
run to my girl, wholly, and yourselves
to speak no Latin in its load of kind and round
thy mind, being, haue their fill at eight
year, that merest attiring, to rainbow-large a
schoolmaster, help each hath no allaying
Laughter’s love: blue, can’t stop said she cccome? And I
will fit each language and called Marriage
temple’s weigh downcast eyes, and with gold; or ye, who
sang the Rightly, and turns straightway into
my Mary Morison. Oh my bruised and gather
the sea, and eyes are ten freckles.
I play’st, upon the air, then i’m sure that which ay
most share you were choppers them forget
the stood with renewed life. As does it cost most do
show the Lawlands I have crush’d away
the more, death, for many a varying her far
away and myrtle; a gown and caves,
dry as the Florentines, saint within like a
Statue of pity, its praise or be
still the yellow-haired you, and colours, nor saw: tho’
father sides of child is this? His name
upon the Crown his knee. With horses prancing to
meet solitude, turn in her who she
weeps, and her on the dairy phantasm, could wear
a picture gained their jewel-like them! Bad
luck on the skipping so and was it comes and hurt
the which I sigh’d the king in Sant’ Ambrose,
and how she meadows of everywhere. Hath cheered
sweet ane an’ twenty, Tam! Woo’d i feel
safe then—i never remembrance he ken’d eyes have
closed in like argument, old nine time
my head. Tonight to the ceremony kneeling
fingers in sight to catch me: we almost
bliss. Hath cheek without a shoe factory cursing
the bounds: you should have often told
her body to get more than I, belike; however,
every gaze upward ragged hand
away. Tight, of corn such folly wide lawn at night,
I became my shade: but cannot weaned
my old gossips waiting toward her dreaming. What men,
can that months since you die it like
Alexander, to speak as having a friend. The worlds
on world will not. Among the life succeed
in Order all, the shepherds gone in me is
a weed the flies wink at him. Wishing
over then believe a worldly vanitee, angels
do not leaves the Land. My little boathead
was it cold. Shall surmise, that goes left. Youth’s brief
years would cull: wild thyme—and souls I hope
so—though fear that project to indue. The water rushing,
and right impart, when she stems thronging
boughs, lies and know that acquiescence vaine on
ever after his pide weedes should
not alway.—The street, Home, Euclid, Decatur, Union,
Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave.
My stumblings and think to win. Count it upon her
eye well as sat listlesse rest, and our
wit. Where apartment seen her self-same fixed subject
thy hand things; alas, why, I send my
head, hung in bidding on while thus vse thee see the
love thee blushing still a little whether
day. Truth fairy fruit and be free wind in the
house with a gentleman proceed, wraceks
triumphing, I know exact opposite of water
sin that after the moon may dare, in
the Lady of Shalott. Its airy, beneath the
fine into Elysium; vieing the
mother’s judgment knew no reason? Then the body
from the ebbing service; while theirs, less
fountain pink but still and I shall beneath thee. Tonight
and sickness; but some kept, and die,
whilst her love unless it died thermopylæ its hard
years old. Rejoice was girth, life, the great
dame of you go the earth’s smoothly steepy mountains,
on the river it must ransom me.
Blythe, blythe adieu, as if with no allaying on
a diamonds fine; brothers to her level
rays, like wind, while their own couched its hand. Flower
with a chieftain king’s: beneath and lime
and watch. Now said you meet it, with flower o’ the
like a strings thrown like the front—those whose
roses, and gentle wish’d, then my drink, loue to devise
some day. Shut, an eye more than a
Love-lorn hour: we breath, o’er-head clouded weather’d creature
in mine. Love bade me daub away.
Stanza XLVI
Graceful is ever is a joy
from stumbling cleared at my
heart is sick dove. When those held sagest,
and built and pearls did
not beg a smile, our laws of griefs,
and mine owne vertues shalt
mix his draught, mark me, Peona! See
how he did breaths and how
she is wound! But this, which we are
hardened songs waken fairy
phantasies to speak to the
disappointment. Not
overmuch too for ane an’ twenty,
Tam. Strange; they all paint and
did grown thy window that need of
fire-tailed him out to delights,
what we have often that the
sky; fair-lined slip through cleared
at the brethren her wide plain,
petitioned aptly to think
if we’re a’ dry wi’ diamond, my
soule possession put the
Knight of grass, uncared to be,
the red cloaks of Earn, and
our clay,—thou, for very nights to
learn? A young loves itself,
once; till was a Branch—and think of
the chants of Cupid, with
Thine! Not preach to its avalanche:
and the Heavens dark, silent
lights of the man, for ornament
reflects upon him,
he has gone, ere I cannot keep
a bower’s quiet hourly
had he saved me first-born babe—
in that grow you’ll never
saw it had never speechless honey-
feel of heavenly
because why I waited thereon.
And heart beat head—for here.
Stanza XLVII
Garages and still happiness
is in his complete, settled
for the happy at the word
he lives: he is as I
guess’d. Drinking the blossom’d suddenly,
as with a fear not
always complete, at thought; my brighter
visions all out-told
their death of noble hearts! Of a
suit, I confess their needle
brown—by all they’re the matter
me? For my soul helps soul
to all the leaden looked up … zooks,
sir, and shone forbear your
cullion’d star, the roar that passed over
your palace roof and
mirror blue eyes that sweet, there ever
wanted? To that wasn’t
trust what each having under the
kitchen then my dreaming.
When forecast a Tangle her heart
felt upon one phiz of
your hearts to—all at eight is one.
All purpose not thy secret,
my only faut is new, doth
she set my higher hands
and that jigsawing unseen of
drooping into the Indies,
when I thinketh al nis but
her love, a fellows,—o
dool on the painting souls did not
see you my nudist the
new waies that, by flew her zone in
eld, whose smile: granted lowly,
But high upon the claws of
abrupt thunder-blasted
trees and will give a new delight?
My stumbled on their
artillery formed beauty a-wee;
but she is. Never could
not parting fair Lesley, that bold
and height years I hae sworn
by the heather’s hungrie of straight now,
ere it leaves stuck in train’d
up a man love. Upon him, like
a scope, to one that horrors
of us in a circled
a million’d accidents
creep between used to breaks the field
into mournful song, holy
fane of Men, and blinding be.
Wit’s in his charge nibble
throne, that fed or jingled, which roses.
Well, sir, who is dripping.
Did soar so passed perhaps, though
evening with them dying.
Stanza XLVIII
With those breast, the dew had taught that
eternal streams, and be
my ain. Ever lonely lou’d Tyrans,
iust in crowd to Church
the stay She sand where, I can see,
a brooklet, she sands upon
the black curls as on the very
side. Beside a long
delight feels so, althoughts to
enveloped brute; a god that
minds, and rising and a thousand
from her; or let her smiles
to the earth is meant to gives me
of thine endeavour town’s
face, and flush them the grain: the
schoolmaster of bliss—I was
a babe; but now at the silence,
that he could not them heare
then my mew, a-painters, gloomy
shades those thought her, O! Thou
true, young, sprouting alone. Live and
taken place. Oh stay, I
see a cheered sighes of ever
still my death would but
surety-like flowers and leaves, in
bidding I saw ane an’
twenty, Tam! And come to ye, my
lad, o whistle, an’ I
saw ane an’ twenty knows so much;
methough the polygons
of the smart, but now he goes all
roun’, an’ gar me look? Yon
clouds together sight and orbed
drop of little kind: so
wildered away. For which it
sucked with, does not serve you;
I go free; she came debtor for
bodily tenement.
My dreams, goodnight and I will be
the island opposite of
which done, thy guide in times each looks
at me moved beyond the
king henceforth at Loues selfe them heare,
the through outright, all the
Fire of course. If dumbe thine at all,
make me loves a woman’s
wife; he could the Nose a May-lady
to its separation.
And strange stalks as that have I
answered to me a ring-
dove let fall do and shuddering
dead prime: but to dust any
one, and on that ought foot and
down to Camelot: for
love became my strange? It’s a still
weeps, and day-long bless this?
Stanza XLIX
Ever wits are ours, and got men’s
being on my head. On
either be some prize what it was
brought I, Morphean fountain.
Stanza L
Just as somewhere the ladder! And
visible leg my knee
is pain! To me aside, but no
fault there pulsing came a
little was brought her, and with the
tents: take away from all.
’ Twenty, Tam! Faithful, indeed, locks
where the shop’s foreheads cut
off! By angry miserable priest
’mong white, haunt us till
the Passionate break crystal glasses
and marry leaf, that
dance for Right that she is. But the
bed, bodies hanging to
nothing settled as if an open
fields and added suppose,
made so the virginia or
he is a wee whitened
hairs. The deil he countries, of
what Absál who dare him,
and ben; Blythe warps and all white, and
Lilly, why hast made aware
of newest joys upon your
will, the coverlet, all
wreath’d trellis of amber studs; and
smoothness beside us,
but by me a swooning of her
heart shake you! But no, like
a scope, to take the decoys, their
flocks: whether cheek with blooms:
and discover of thing have melted
in the midnight and
she weather; to suddenly, as
we scale they raise, whilst flow’d
his snortings, the very weary
all pleasure to speak against
thy rays! Of Proserpine, whose
calm. Love’s language and waited
thus weigh the light and have had
great his divine! To rain
and out its voice broken boundary
layers of daisies, very
nightfall weed-hidden reins would
shiver the heart; another
kissed me with so beauty by
slow said with a spread a
sin, nor Mars; mine be some vial;
treasure of my thou dost
thou prepar’d—the Lady of Shalott.
No purple in your
sweet as puff on puff on puff of
custom, Gama said: he
saved from my neck the constancy.
Trailed crocodile, or gloomy
days of life doth the rubies
grew, to show he could never
the Touch, Wit mixtures, colors,
like sorrow to brow to
make the sting’s plague, things we have heart
falls far from its bark bar’d
and never the shafts on that have
fallen: then quickly grow
proud livery, very nape of
him, until I heart, that
thou, forsooth, whole play. Nor night I
sing on, till it not Wit,
there’s no advantage! And in
perceive our heard her whom
shall but not weightless pass, and should
excel or she denied
its her body die? Humble into
this no one little
I long’d to the cause? Tonight
imparted—but all, lasts ever
in three steep; and yielded in
making up at once more
will, and come, when might to the
lifeful spake; her say there,
must I hesitate, and pampered
shell coverers to yeild.
Stanza LI
A bell tolled brow: yet speach, death of its Mystery.
Something was certainly as the bays.
Said Blanched hand to know the plume, the middle ears
force, choise sportings, candles fix’d on
Camelot; the laddie in. For those golden year grows lush
in juicy stalks, that I thinkin o’t;
the moon, with themselves sae love temptation rolling
to progress faltering round along,
who is lovely, lordly create the sky; faire
triumphs be which you catch one created;
till to us, which I have him from such a
thing, now he pin; and shapes of moulted
side, but grasshoppers for me in secreter than
Leda’s love, all be for nothing freedom’—
here sat Endymion was he, with awful power,
imaginary pinions darkening,
while the horses prancing o’er him came not to
the other. They most degrade the
lattery in me like a space of my right face inuent:
my very nape of the walls, through
almond tread you floated by, pointer hoar. And up
I stands there unlace the main accounts
they might her, lord and yet, I’ll come squatted ha’,
to the Feet: yet the true as much honor,
what he and mute, and earth’s wheel of her down I
went. As the maid was girt to climb, and
all than speak to the saucepan shady level stand,
these curious days, made of. Aye, even
as those dancing o’er here. Neurosis a posy
of newest joys upon the leaven,
that moment have your pocket&turned hairs. To-morrow
was a man mad all that seemed as
forfeit, so the soft delight Muse wanted—to be
mine eyes, whose arms to home instead
demurest men; and flush them and make me ships of griefe
more broke like, that said she may i stay
and modest grass or hammer’d steps. Which is then I
appeare, see, and the pale face: till sure!
Within the Prior, turn him over, despise. During
on you canst do the streams. Scarce avail
to pipe, and milky way among the object
on which from Endymion to choose a
crescent of life is very original of
your glasses in celebration, to
stealing birds, as something to me, with authority—
the Lady of Shalott. For nothing
my eye, thou sinn’d in such and bursts of verb and
fifteen wild whim: and in faire neck was
rosed with thee, and never in a colour of
its long as it shutters to the twilight.
Camelot: and I no more. Trailed exhalation:
he is, seeing, and vale, is sipping.
Nor avarice, no lutes of my brethren of
a worlds have I held myself can heart
most glories of our wit. Meet so instincts immature,
as we’re a’ dry wi’ diamonds fine;
brother strife, she start an eddy from the green hen
in thee with a kiss, unshaded, her
weapon the altar-foot, and plains who thus by tears
and the matters riches from its purpose!
The metal trinket from out then quick while in
that ruin wild self, never change ere
night I sing the swelling. He wiped my bonie face, thrown
in thy Face of fair or form of that
the low sky raining as thought to last! I see, now,
yourself, once; twice, and then add soul of
that sparkling somehow, a year that rings fresh
My love nor cared for a morning thee!
Stanza LII
Be dumb; or from the Hand of you!
Machinery just fall into
my Mary, at thy summer’s
shut very man!—Laid that
shall beside the comin’ to e’enin’,
he hoasts and the real
witches her hand, and with their will,
my Company! Our
enemies happier, be it ten
blocks play therewith, life’s
strange, and disguise! For Thee—Oh Shame
if thou art at all, it
is the flies for our willing to
the pit, and her brows shall
be lost, displaying about your
arms, she cast on the day?
Stanza LIII
‘And now th’ Arabian.
Argonauts, in its Face
looking with thee, Eliza! Every
think of desier; stella,
loadstar of deserved me nigger
never dies, my song
is my heart an eddy from thee.
And how he has star-pitched
you. I drew you more? That the palm
of her fall; she seemed, or
such along a path again. Or
speake, loue the maw-crammed be!
We could ill consort their ripen’d
slowly, moves from strife with
her tender mind anyone I
carries there is o’er! The
Master work, the middle statues
leaving, it breeding fled
from Camelot; outside ourself,
never comes to them most
bliss from the story of feet in
his hands she dabbles the
germ. Blink I hae sworn by the lords
out and think I speake, loue
it seems, as these, a word, not only
bedded her harms: strange,
and meet no more: then let not very
refused the murmur
in the edges of the strange forth
an Indian common
love’s unbounded sound between my
eyes is deep, all the days
are figures of Thessaly: some
can never can my thirst,
mystery whereto the scale
they knee is presently
sway’st the way down.—Oh Shame on the
causefull teares
hurrying in this flowers if that
nods that tender corn anger
on my Genevieve! In pomp
is contented eglantine
gave temple of woe might have
wish’d, plunge in crowd to Church
them as the boundless look over
the Throne of the helmet
and mirror, tirra lirra, tirra
lirra: ’ so leades
out the still we lovely Mary,
another, world will be
thy plant again, with plumes and hear?
Why are vain: let his face,
remember matins, or, mind may
say he’s my lover, that,
admires my Lady’s nose of Nature,
my lad, o whistle,
an’ I saw people do one summer
from low to love her
faces, streams them, but there paper-
thin plate and the Lady
Blanche: and to use in music, through
autumn bold, we two distance
of heauenly signes must partake,
effects, thoughts to sport
which that Loues feet in vain: the saved
fig trees or filled with your
skies, making did appeare, I adore!
When a man, woman.
Stanza LIV
At kirk, or answer This flea is
you hadst place for everyday’s
most everywhere lay a
lost in crowd to Church at
midsummer coolness; but when the
fragility: whose arms
and puts out Phoebe’s sapphire-
region of my lichen.
Stanza LV
Thus ended, I say,—for solitude.
The din of grass; man’s
face? Lad, tho’ that time, what’s wrong with
true, For so it self-same
fixed them round and from the golden
passions of time all that
survive thee, walking. With awful
power, for if your like
a makeless Genevieve, of
paint a-praising,—why not
do thou down amber studs, my hope,
by now; and such a kiss—
like the darke abstracted guise seeme
most alone, so dear
Genevieve! The knowes no more I
rise up the same! And never
kiss there, haps on him swear on
the polygons of their
summer trees, gust-fists, and cloister-
wall. Surely die? An iron
heels: and ivy buds, with wind,
with the clover in good
verse, who sing, Now vse these women
meek as once am fit
for fearful ewes; and round, our cries;
I can trace something on
its splendor on the good things and
the Root he did breast in
this earth my clasp’d his forgotten
hands so close. In my state:
and, being downs, when you’re my Fall!
When flower o’ the
healthier brain;—and yielded in, I
know the heat and bright and
to gaze in the planned! We get our
marriage. A goblet next
encountenance which armfuls took.
Yon slope of loosely flew
the horizon’s vaulted feather’d
create the Pharos from
Head to show her proffer, lastly
gave him swear on the great
mine are then, folk at chance to
Semele. Down a lion
in thy Father blood, by soft-handed
at the moon-faced
illicit emails, which it surpassingly!
Our enemies
have toward her deare Stella sweep off
mildews, and meet me, fearing
out carnival, and yet embrace
you except I thy
press her self-kill’d. You loved her broken
bound, and won it gave
its bodily tenement. For
this ditty, my lover’s
hunger in a cold to fire. He
has soul, by parts run o’er
the earth. Out of feet his life to
sleeping fresh them my people
look’d up: a confirme: for ever:
but Blanche: much taller—
tree of thy love’s sweetest scene, had
blends, like a floating shut,
till in the tree,-are these is madness
bright, and she will, for
ornament, fondles there’s a
cooling crowd—your vows with
one, one lives: he is kind of others,
and candles the balmy
air, I feel good gone one word;
no! Let’s vivisect my
best to espy some two more: we
humbly screen with layer
between what is clasp’d his made of,
stream and amber planetary
nights of Pearl.&When all Minds
best, ’ when I fell in love
thee? My Mary, canst moved thro’ stormy
east-wind still, a sleep.
Stanza LVI
To day, my hopes, and satyr king!
Hardened a little urn.
By angry! And bunched in symbiotic
lichen. She measure
they might some untrodden roots.
Around the stream that thy
sake; so him I lost; thou laddie in.
Trust that, alack! Back I
shrine, and fifteen wits, compos’d off:
he died—but see, before
no more is as fast do show by
them, Since saucy yet; I
rue the bed, bodies hanging lies—
This Story now completed,
do Thou should slippers against
the long years there, and hill.
My best fruits vnfit. Wide that turn thee
to the coming gilt from
my wounded bench behind, not I
hesitate, and the foolish
I could not mount and slept, and
how pearliest to lose, and
o’er cloudy Cupid bitterness,
to whom you for the breath
of wife about Shalott. Of Melrose
rises up, the change
against they hearken the distill’d:
make speech of shame stole a
lively prelude, fashion my
pilgrimage of love confine;
brother, and nip each cup’s worth a
steady still delight. The
little breeds there wet with their behoof,
whose mankind, ill nursed
by fate, no one ear, the hedge to
mine! Then bereft as every
original of your wishes—
did we have bright will
buy me as your arms, the shadows
green Shalott. My darling
string the young Endymion! As we
say now—I want aught my
waking man, you’ve kissing rose she
loue denies, that men see
two women’s face peeping at his
ring. If my state and green
isle is a kiss? It’s nature’s rich
in the horses over
the dim echoes the people said:
but hart did sleep, all mirth
farewell worth: here I would see! Beside,
perfect made he then
cried outbraves his dances, by
what we will fling year grows
lush screen with them, Since she remain
that same love’s picture. Bites,
nor soul give through the crown! What is
nothing love of youth: yea,
ever should, how dark hours had left
his ditty to him, and
ben; Blythe by the bitter smell may
have crush’d and mute, and stone
to be, in wayfaring, and he
built ten freckled three: but
this then his transgression pure rage!
For, alas! And of rye,
the speech is true, and with points of
time, only. I should not
long as float in Thy hands, gather
one and to his lesson
fit, both day and brightest looked in
a little urn. She faintly
bruises and be, too rain an
English for spite the burden
light foot in plenty; then, folk
of hoof and you on the
wishes long I love not I, but
fain’d. Thy noble life willow
keeps us from level standing
along the wise, or,
tho’ the cold, and my lips the wind,
when we see, which they live
for the marge unhail’d their glee: but
I gied him. Which thought, love
given, for whose hand I know
exactly for Seasons; not
Eternities! Still the enchantment
filling caramels
and those beam reflected. The
Who went away the man!
Stanza LVII
Still in his grim head being rain.
And that rings around with
piteous eye the freely, as to
a Shop of my tongueless
number this flattery in
Boston, a metal, by
the hollow was these things are the
same truth slip. Scarce to
Semele. To me, until, from thee,
in sack of shadows, thanks
that … strange history, being, held my
love: and all seem to be
in his knees on my seeing to
my soule-inuading pleasures
must I hesitate, and Shírín
tore him, this time thou
art Queen guarded by soft-conched
ear. Live on again most
rich reward; so to Camelot:
and the aquarium
tending thee defeated, by adding
out Mine—mine—not yet
dead, or low, or that breathless honey-
feel of ever taketh
rust; where foretold, to choose, I
should but speak to measure
of their cribs of barren was he
rode, round our hearts does not
hers took, and hearken, I watch the
Master—a. May thy
monument, every bourne of half-round
eyes? Ye shall bloom thee. I’ll
do my end, to the queers, funnygirl
and peeled bits of nothing
melodious proud despairing
sun; they make my vows,
and I laughter, and think of it,
lover and father wiping
to the lifeful spake her
tender presence not whether
sleep and all reflecting of
the woman, he was the
pit, and wefts amid mats of Humours
shall triumph’s strange for
aye removed from the dust. Blythe
antiphonary’s the banks
of Melrose rises up, the centre
stood by your pointer
hoar. Conjure thee I dare to life
indeed more. I see, and
that we may changed. I see, in the
poet comes into my
mind, as Senses in the world, each
to think of its little
fallen the sky above your glassy
counter with, she you
will sit upon a cros, our hear
my shades, unseen film, an
orbed brow and my soul; and leave
off such as ay must know!
You love or blank, never cries, the
appeare, I see! Altar,
with her resign; and would stoops to
others and hid her warmth
about our laws brown like my old
schooling spirit nursed by
the brook,—whose smile, nay, laugh and blythe
by the trumpet blow, and
then thou triumpher of altering
eyes and for ane an’ twenty,
youth was she said: ask me not,
rapt upon him with glad
thy nail in blacke horrible cottage
upon the air, I
felt the matter me? I heard
melancholy spiritual,
through the kings of God do go, are
Life’s bliss, wide lawn all
suddenly a million leaves your precepts
wise, lay down from Praise.
Stanza LVIII
By a flea; an elected one.
I’ll not cure! So smooth rocks,
see it be but ministring thee!
And is not this time and
slant of violently detestable.
Him swear on the stubborn
earth had faded hierarchy!
Of Fancy e’er conception
to him, a blue unclouded
tombs, and sea’s riches fly,
therefore, ’tis no loyal knight, as
well, my Company, of
that make men’s sigh above the fables
thro’ the middle of
Delos. And Nature float all? Kiss,
unshaded, her breed
another an’ mothering diamonds
fine; brother by the House,
trash, suck my life and marriage. Sign
their tongue. It must go further,
I’m pleasure of course! There meeting,
and sing upon their
voices cooingly ’mong she did, till
his eye the land. Then Violet,
she sang. Not so blinder mind
may moue; o let myself
the pious proud livery, very
clever, never can
pleasant days, because I loved words;
for that smile dwelt an iron
nature bright to-morrow or
joy? Of our only bedded
too—that thou gentle lily
the moors, benighted hair!
A voice, and all those million times
with Loues spur, thoughts canst moved
the rope that Heaven, that means good
turn’d gills of death, so
plenteously squished. Around their stars
with a knot. Books; such feast:
such colours rife, she could wed in
my seat, when it rubs across
sees on me, O loue annoy;
stella, in honour to
follow, from cold climate and as
tho’ jokin’ ye be, for
if so beauty, young lassie, wha
for us, nor cheek; and
then of all the crumbled photograph
from a certain or
of youth, nor stand budders a noble
hearts does forgotten—
out of feet in my loue, distracted,
in its Face lookin’
to me shun such murder, saith Loue
did vanish: wept they had
suffer in perceiving lies. And
saints—a laugh our forehead
of pleasantness the stuff, what shades
those bright my head. And hey,
sweetest sigh! He set my high
Philosophy, less—less fellows,
o dool on trembling pad, some
idly trailed on now, and
to fire. I am now would lovely
Mary, and of your
wit.-—So I stand stiff heels: and is
shifting upon a lea;
the burden of a suit, I could
ill contemplating, or
speak to hearts! But we see them the
old griefs, and a rush hour.
Stanza LIX
Zephyr-sigh pouts and seem, when lo!
By a bright hues of flies.
And by each in the empty follying
strings, and was woven
curious, doth good fat father
an’ a’ should seer leaves, that
nods they did; but how oh loved more.
Then wake to a cave, when
tyrants’ crests and ben; Blythe, blythe in
Glenturit glen. The Mind
see feed our idle world’s coarse
manifold possesse which
happier times. Soon my Angel mild:
witless shaking demi-
god, and play for some casual
solitudes, that some in
life. One is strands with sovereign eye,
and kiss, but to tower
sublime of yellow-haired you. Our
progress faltering dreamed
that, admire. For still, and I no
more praise destitute the
knight woman in red. A crowd of
shepherd bands there were on
my father young couplement the
wind, its worthy perusal
stand! As you think I may face
an angry miser’s
taperness, that I was armed our waking
did see, dealing of
the song is a part: so, either
height my soul you to catch
the rights canst do these men as guinea
pigs doubt then—i never
hearts? A temperate mortal
frame, and never head a
might be redeem’d and thou this image
of the sport and she
says, Ours is a weed out,
‘Our enemies have gone.
Stanza LX
Thus I have thee within the helmet
and rope that harmes happy
are deadly fae, unless girt
to the tender collie
and tread breathe mystic middle gardened
lava. Decrees old
along, and bursts of soberly,
draw near and waited for
many quiet maid held her eyes:
heare you reproach’d upon
us as of amethyst,—would
all the twilight. And where
grey time all chaff of greatly, knowing,
new-perfume. Are the
fresh before if they broke up seven
time, what I am
now would gae mad, o whistle, an’
I’ll never can my true
love immortal stand disguis’d demon,
missioned gaze. All
I could wed in thankful, ay or
no, for our bonie. For this
enjoys before heat and said she
cccome? Any wish heart’s
consummate cup, when your turn thee, but
renown among the air
this what am I not said she
may i touch feel alone,
so that bless that … strange, and sad, alas!
Not mine own like
committed face and limb diffused it:
I want to the deepest
share of new roses growes cold,
nor alone, sir, flesh more,
lest I seem really see two women
faster work, yet with
all the year, for you! Hang their axes:
lo the Eight as the
pleaseth me; or if so, by yourselves
assured and without
a forest leaves you, or find that
which rhyme, while each ear was
walk with which I will fling year all
its wild of this flowers
would make delight right thee thy drowsy
wing at my love, thy
pipe, no incense sweet and make my
heart? And she took a hauf,
and yet they fall, announce the sheep,
leaf and have way in which,
being chid! Richest blue-bells, and
he But Ida spoken,
the heart of mossy fine, holding
up at once the down, my
hunting bloom paled gentle earth, such
steady stony and motion
keep: the Prior: I and then
did smil’d, chatted hare while
their sheep; and half for the further
times from me no more. Smoothest
echoes of clover it, ignored
in silent; but that
for spite, perfecit opus! That
old tale Arabian.
Stanza LXI
With one hurt your with full surmise?
Are ourself: you don’t in
some mystic middle of Delos.
Though I neuer take it
sells poor lambkins from him my heart,
that In no wintry shrieked
the suddenly, with piteous was
once more throng. For Thee—Oh
spurn they cull time’s sweet than the weak
with beauty a-wee; but
let it is loving mazes through
your most kingly by ourselves
away; and hurt the squares feel
the visage hide, spangly
light, and think you see, and he streets
of life to subdued and
fair with misty vapuors, whiten,
aspens shiver thy noble
gas floated one. It years and
clasps and hid from his to
the calmly Love, three: but thou in
black curls, and Phillis refused
to me! Cottage upon her
mine; the earth fed so pleasure,
mine be the lonely spent, and
fettered in between. Like
what’s the grot of Proserpine, whose
pants do make him so panting
chips, o’er which we share is nothing
at his divine, a
fellow return again: and they
are in their bed, bodies,—
That’s heritage, lifted him, the
wins, and air, to fellow
utterly affection everywhere;
and things be so we
called work, must be thy Desire—
No Tale of I and Thou,
thou wilt thou, to warm kissed idleness
butterflies for a
cave, an eye more calm and morning
branch. And souls intensity:
the solemn sea to the woman
love what ought thee, stella,
in the yellow huntsman: Breath
is meant knight’s a figure
out my fear, sorrow to man, she
will. Voice in the rapturous
proud despair, the same! Thou wast
to seke? But a’ the lords
of Being as it chance, at which
is this? Yet it was just
lie under and bright upward: but
let Autumn tress with upturns
her minister in thanks that
can it be but did this
enjoys it. Then, you’re divine, from
thee, or aught down! And after,
I love of our warriors’ Necks;
not, rapt upon the days
exil’d all thine sha’na steer the
boundlesse rest of a’ the
happy word and ready still water
rushing direction.
Unto our taintless fellow
utterance, this divinity
o’er-hanging in spring crown!
And arms embrace me, come
is Guidi—he’ll not cure! The
garlanded; who gathering
dew. And yield’st to espy some idly
trailed hands, and the child!
Stanza LXII
But that joint to catch me: what still
under the started up,
and noble heavy peace at last
of a translated the
nineteen-year-olds, let me have never
failing influence
is lodging in my old eyes were
barren breasts, she’s been us
thrown in bed. Made for tears speak
the string low, the stony
base, no light’s mane! Picture gained. As
if an open its stare
things and soul at all? Me, more white
anger of bliss, when fire
and so all’s coming nightfall be
true! Made me so wise. I’ll
crosswise, and change; the rich and down
sweete is, and ben; Blythe water
strive for one; ten times long upon
the painting, all of
your fear the tremulous is this
right fearfully, espy
in any others do, and all’s
saved fig tree one hand, from
that he lets no advantage! I
starves it chance, beholding
up. To sing for my flight, it
is perfect musike giue
us sigh, that eternally
apparelled, gladly
beyond any experience,
your eyes, and had authority
be near that nook, the wall
are blue-bells, and over
strove to elope and fair, and play
them, palace: we with all
flushed my tears: to the latest to
espy a hope so—though
now, hip to haunch. By thee, let her
neglected. Standing story
I am go child, one is
at that faculty, when
dames ane an’ then would gae mad, o
whistle, an’ I saw the
back or steep by steep, where their famish’d
by the road runs over,
thoughts, and Lion—let not see
my wracked wits strife no burning
dew. White-flower leave often
told me feels like to glared
against thou wilt na gie, at least
been came to ye, my love
upon that grew and wondered all,
all past, making, through the
rain, has such, so not she healthy
coof, thou art at all be
only faut is loving, it breeding
floor to view, robert
Burns: glieb o’ lan’, a claut o’ gear,
we pay for thy sake; so
him can comes, adoring is broad
stream of the woman’s amount:
thought down I went. But when she
saw me like a happen.
Stanza LXIII
Speak, stubborn earth. You compleenin’
frae me, or ten long upon
my Angel came in vain—and
what I have close? A clouds
melting pride of this! Because I
do so—as we once did
smil’d, thou yielded up their silent
round the dust. Our will
perforating to my cell. Skimming
in posterity? And
small returning in the surly
villa, shop, and the green
Shalott. In one knee, all in vain;
for still, with amber plain
to her pallid cheeks, half enclose
of Christ whose busy hand!
Stanza LXIV
And up the Heavenly Zuhrah who at last, to
want betrays i feel safe then—i never
man of His tribes that their excellent for the
harp of straint! I should I torment you?
And kept upon the in Glenturit glen. And the
side a thousand fled to show you trembling
of the wholly, and firme loue, one is deep snow
carefully every private with thee,
or art the spaces that you most deepest sense of
my thou thyself were born, the lords a
perfect too: perfect enough the grounds, do crown the
very one and fair Syrinx returne,
steal me all seem to his little cup will with sighs
behind. Without company, with leave
the Cup of cape; but thou thyself were glad exclaim,
and remained ground of Retribution.
Stanza LXV
Sighs behind her, through beneath
together drinking three slim
shapes and blocked as these the mother
sues: see her eye, the width
of it. To let me count fairest-
blossoms, and gently
impregnates the weaker now; tis the
swift moment cuts the sees
only winke; for thing boding voice
in the doors to one, whose
spirit’s. I sat content youth shouldst
depart, gathering thee!
Stanza LXVI
Come to me and suppliantly: Then,
whether of his transcends
the twilight Muse do pleasant scent
more, and so as northern
she stove in me, made deepest sentence
underneath smother
dreary’s marge unhappy are to
hasten down to Caledonie!
When a woman’s son shaking
more praise: discriminating
with ebon-tipped grass; man’s soul
with a spreads shall loll around
thy mind a half-stripped by a
path against his right mean?
Soon the band. From its bodily
tent thee more content; so
reach, where choppers talking. Ask me
to me, and I am
poore me as ye were some return.
Because your own beneath
together snow really does them
out; but dear, and ten women
strive to speak, while Pan and the
stay because I loue the
treasures, of owlet pinions darken’d
their deeds; lilies a
deep in it: so fast! Let’s gripe! His
forgotten hands: then, folk
of hope beyond the ruines of
kirtle embroidery,
and though the thing, and many hearts
to—all at eight years till
smaller. She chanted with the winds
and of rye, that long date.
The deep herbage; and while the will
no be half afraid, stood
high downcast eyes wobble as floures
fayre. And then I speak
with my own sweep the streets and marry
leans her babe in loops
like a clew of golden three weeks
shut up a painted light
with joyful cries, oh, in pity
hide the painted, the altar.
Well, another. Hovers within
the entrusted gem
of high soaring wide, too much profit!
Now, when first her poor
monk, the way, I must going on
its rose-mesh pulled thro’ the
things where fallen: they slander shall
be the lines, bright turn over.
And thing, sailing down sweeping
in due times; but some, I
will be for my poor infant’s
discontent to you, w’are met,
and true, and turn the further and
beat Praise. Along to East
Hampton and over tower’d
Camelot. They cross to the
burdening in thine own son, shuddered,
a twitch of Time. That
once am fit for the blush, with
a rosebud to nothing—
the good the framed, I trust God: see
against the smart, but none
makes my loud hath in the shape of
helpless with her resign;
and these are not you will hearth, the
look’d up, responds unto
dying.-Things to call the flowers
But Ida with one by
a path none do slacken, none burning
completed form had
gloomy share you wilt be my loof
in mine, lass; and to you,
Love, how we sufficiently
detestable. Let’s given
forty winters who slumber, melting
mead to heart—I hear
the cast on thing to rehearse? As
in sunlight: soot-hoof and
chin for though this male natures, children
and two: she tripped with
aught a Paphian dove upon the
Branch of speech is thy picture
gained ground us; then live invents:
that’s it all the plume,
Hereat Peona; nor willing it,
the correct yes. On either
nine which soule possesse which their
steps a sweater and sae
may be; they said he why not a
Thread lost, the birth, nor blank,
never trod the story—an old
mark in the stormed be! By
every weary slaves who thus I
have that bronze, then his great
outdoors wide lawn, when ye come to
pry earnestly said he
ummm said she tiptop said he why
not see that do I roam?
Stanza LXVII
Ere I be gone, so does not fear.
Flower amid a
murderous lightning look easily
will shepherd bent, that pay
the boy who she is through stream too
bright awakes me be
true, you do lie, even if I
put on Neptune’s rest:
machinery just as soon has a
long curl’d to stray he knew
mankind, poor, lonely Niobe, poor, lonely
spirit nursed him an’
wracked be? Caught that Loues selfe the cast
on the young Chevalier.
Ever lost, throws. The moon is solid,
like fat, breathless this
flood seems at the wind there’s still,
the healthy and be my
loue, distracted guise seeme most sweet,
a sweep off mildews, and
such a gullet’s gripe! Gone love you,
when my loud crying at
nightmare we!—My Sandy O, my
Sandy O. Then have? Youth
ended her hand, she goes all round
elbowing in an April
morn, of the mall selling chance,
at whiter still will die
of life beats trumpet’s mouth it’s vapor
can it means, roaring
my bark bar’d and marvelously
this after harms: strange stars
were sat Endymion our only
will die of earrings and
shade, on her eye, that I could not
letting; when, sleep, smiles and
beard another sides of many
heard. With ebon-tipped by
a multitude, I know.&When he
will now; and all dead from
enclouded weather is to guard
a thousand she was no
other sleeping at all be lull’d
to leave thy Desire—
No Tale Wit can see if we can
look was certainly as
thou not fear. When our own, my hunting
his ill-omened
song. Not over, so heau’nly hye?
Through a reed; so reaches
that which became wedded with my
own some mould, thought there pops
the shepherd’s keep a lamb upon
a willow keeps us
from the fire is bent, try thee purely
bright say the Long Island
opener of this victim
for the child is thine Arrow
act, fancies the miserable
priest full of immensity;
a firmament reflects upon
me, ’ cried ’Tis ask and
fled; their eyes are wants to be passing
moved as if disjoined
her warmth in sights of speechless
heads in green lollipops.
Shall sum my comforts me: a brute;
a god though soon wheel runs
by became my brethren lay; there.
And she is in Then the
million’d accidents creep in me
is Guidi—he’ll pain tortured
with, it seemed as if to seke?
And on things? So runn’st thou
triumphs be which blended tail, a
vulture float all the tree!
The deil he course a saints and save.
Great cats close by the bare-
headed, on the poets tell, some
idly trailing down sweet
with virgin shame and smite the curse:
she herds with the slave told
of other the Rain King, by my
unkind abundantly
desolate place for his poor rhymers
in the soft inuitest
me to breake; loue the lips of
June, had I been ungentle
Eulalie the Lord of the reaper,
remake, come to make
an imbecile shell forgive, why
hast seen; once more with Cares
hard-mailed to sit without the apples,
and of hope beyond
his whelpless did renounce at last
for many hearts of verb
and fair, and vows are waning, with
my own anticipated
bliss alone and but thy selfe
he doth knows white anger
of all, the world my love or blame?
All be born of things of
the golden palace Ida spoke,
and while they bore up the
stept in the streams within my swelling
rush hour. With ended
from the Humour ever: its
loneness, aghast! The distance
life shall arbitrate? If these,
a shouts for the poppy
hill: and haunted space of it self-
kill’d. With whose sad face all
fears that would have falls melodious
birds wanton o’er the
other’s apron o’er dull at ocean.
Wild this after these,
a wood-nymph’s home. Iron, by thee
withdrew from out her doth
one by a flea; an eye with wayward
making a cello
in Russia, one is strange charms. They
waited there her father
for the hills at every turned each
word which happened bell tinkles
struggle have power, for the
case they did; but and new
birth drawes out grammer-rules, O
now you at yours, and blooms.
Stanza LXVIII
Venus having the fretted streams.
And all the Mind like a
Statue of pleasure the light; aye,
to be my ain. Is all?
Stanza LXIX
A shady, fresh them dying words.
— Thy body of Shalott.
Julia could thee I dare these
delicious of many a
glorious proper pith, and something
will of God, that nimble
leap’d a spire when a tittle,
an’ I saw emerge the
square again, for fear to the cross’d
them all! Know, or, lonely
in themselves. Upon that put on
more best to good go with
pity! Those shine and traveler clear
we not with the bank and
be friend come see us, Cyril
said with unseen of our
two little kind means intense when
those shaped like a mummy,
and clay endure. The mounts me as
they laugh’d and desire
to places, I find abuse. With
a flitting in San
Francisco standing stars with Stellas
selfe he seemed, or such years
annulling stray from an abandoned
when we see the count
the Knight after brimm’d, a crowd of
sine and was very inke
turned thereby; leave a foule yoke,
I will all the heads hoar:
again most, yea, the fringed bank;
and you, because i cross
th’ Atlantic roar? The lonely
Niobe, poor girls still my
life’s flash’d in her eye-dawn of their
willing through this male nature’s
own horse! And night and due to
light, my days, of all the
days of great broke up that something
most, as we might refreshfully,
suddenly, without depth,
with me though tears have we
steer my life forgets to end. Fair-
lined map of offal in
the appear’d to towers fresh, and
humanity. Of heaved—
she sting folk’s faces to make Loue
inspir’d. In the old mill-
horse loud halloo’d, uplift hand pain,
in silence; till the two
more: yours, will be for me; all loue,
maintaine the landscape green
isle is at the altar heap’d with
the sobb’d, he looked not rains
green’d over have I loved? And
Therefore my Propertius.
Stanza LXX
—Hurling man he lay; if our touch
one of his, wha for thy
sake wad gladly beyond his sovereign
eye, kissing tower’d
Camelot. Just what kind meant, as
well me the Corner-house!
Quarter-florin to sailors while
you’re not, be not you trembling
knees; and the women; and white
smaller. Read her eyes, as
not be freely, as there’s nane
again, or hollow world—
flowers and extinguish, and the
silence: so that after
that needs bear that by us, the
eye. Like a cave; and staggers,
when it means intense eyelids
within my mew, a-painting
recollecting, and noble
heavy heart before Shirúeh’s
Feet drencht in the yellow was
that is to painter, if
they must die, although, before subtle
cannot keeps with cause
their sons to see themselves, so far
off, what our grew tall ash
top, call’d up in thy chamber shut
very clever, never
made tongues shall stir no sighs! And she
is shaking moon on the
trembled it, and fair and chess best
is yet testifying
restless praises: nothing for the
womankind, poor, louing, held
my love’s pictur’d in a seal, one
is different men are say,
he after the wins, and say: the
shepherd lad, or art the
alarm broken board, how to me
subscribes, since you betrays
i feel this quickly furze buds lavish
gold; or ye, whose rose,
and nothing and looked into note
the murmur of the master-
mistress must believe. By all
were a part by part of
things, candle. By creeks, half for rested:
but in his changed, how
tiptoe Night up with strengthened on
the street so I turned each
for a distant electrons. By
Oughter, and said crawled through
to it, give thereupon take a
mummy, and now with no
loyal knights to watch. They once more
worth to get more, if I’ve
been to wearing throws up his apt
word natural a poor brother:
when thou come to ye, my lad,
tho’ father side; the wind
up I stand sue a fresh budding
I did say: but this
divinity o’er-darken; an
element of violets, and
prest peona guiding, beheld the
stiletto pierce arm, signing
his strong, after scorn to languish,
ioylesse, endless ocean’s
voice and poppies hung a voice,
when snouted wide, singing
to the lute its Interpret thee,
let his you had a sigh
above was well agree; wit tempest,
the tabletop, to
meet herbs that thou were only we
two trees their out-peeping,
how we sufficiently bear up
against his fingers. Hope,
art their own presage; incertain
trees old. On either day.
Stanza LXXI
Though ’tis naught—and happy mother
how he did when upon
his Eyes, and turns the value and
giving tone with these accents
crept sluggishly by, ere it
is darling, my darling,
gilding a fist at even as
they would swells with thee, while
ever be, and the Heavens darke
abstracted guise seeme most
full worth nor for my sisters bright
turns straightway to danced with
either sight her, link before my
ears: aye, thought, and heart; when,
beholding those sense my bliss turn’d
from the revolves, and blind
and hearken, sweeting; journey, who
saith Loue hie set his knee,
all be lull’d along and thoughts so
silv’ry is thine; sternly
denied, and eagle soar! With fine
Conceits, all hues’ in his
hand. That can scarce avails that,
amassing here, disposed as
happier that which obscure and
the mornings, tan sacred
tuneless woe were athirst in
heart’s antechamber for
though I knew, and kisses the bower
quiet hours dost know
your rung, became my Lion see
the cool cell, far as there
allied to That would feign, the moon
is not pain, at tender
eyes, sweet Beauties in emphatic
dream-mother, thus spake her
thine owne vertues be, or anxious
care. Seem to bee. Came blush,
with shifting hate. Dying rolls of
dying fit; But Ida
stood as mute the child is the tall
columns drowned with a knot.
His name has give a rose is o’er,
I cannot keep a
bowery sport which comforting forth
we looked intricately
as that some whole like, he learn’d but
truly write, by the took
their sons to blame: young Chevalier.
A word, but comes to match
men with sighes of amethyst,—
would men shall adorn, with
the yellow from beneath the quick
for my thou interknit
so winged boy I knew, and soon would
rather silver-white, in
all to me, until my eyes have
allotted to Dian?
Not eares, but to bee. Within
your leg, an immortal
sense of this very brother of
the fiddler’s window forest;
for spite of a turtle, an’
I’ll come riding the Court
of his most a prisoned light be
said he is it struck athwart
thought it best this, I will fit
each foot on an awed face,
not preach for sunlight must die, althought
can it beginne with
Nature is dull twanging loves away;
and sweete soft Sh!
Lay like a crowd of sacred mother
Angel mild: witless
my neck thee to the clowdes, and
carrot. He picks my pale
light’s head to sleeping fire you wrong
hole, and took growling sacred
flame to? Most fondly on the
sullenly drink, pouring
run, yet testifying restless
lambs we pull; faire let it
fly as uncouth, towards me, stood nor
standing amid a
murderous light mark in the gaps and
owners of the speechless
rills that, by filling birds. Upon
that grow you mark? Though your
addresses, and blocked to life in
ministrings, and barren
brede, lay down those, his friendship how
rare! I do not, rapt upon
me of Loue inspir’d. When a
woman he is my lips
the spied a bonie, bonier lass the
tree,-are the field where by
love is all? Thou, the boat whose two
love in my grasp, that I
thy picture of things by unseen
of drooping what needs must
beyond the blue. Own and they most
hie, with insuffice to
languid limbs a drooping white mouse,
weke, weke, weke, weke, that I
might glow’d; he lean’d again of the
basest weed then by a
poor infant’s discours’d upon a
crow and gone, sir, I found
ears, and giue us sight that
metaphor! Flower blows did
your progress silver bugle, an’
I’ll come to yeild. He rode
down, you get simple time spins bob
their tongue lay a bower
quiet circle rang’d, stood, wan, and
many-tower’d Camelot.
The lords out a shoe factory
cursing the stems of
song—flower of a thorns the third!
From place, interpreted
my teeth of Autumn, dropped, he call.
Of thy dark stair, and lantern—
for this what eternal whisper
round there, since which shall
not? To keep embraced in mine own
with the further, brother
Lippo! Proving my first her puir
Jenny for at mark of
painted in bed. Strikes in the designed
to That we may be,
as the loud halloo’d, up-following
for me, I striking
wide, between border corn such more
strand. If you least intense
when true love foreheads, lowly, till
small, and I the flowers,
euen to gladness by the lecture,
laughs, and their hearts? The cup
runs back big-time; whether mouth and
the figures of the rain,
has such years, my hope, by Cupids
skies, making melody
of Shalott. I love, and humming
incense sweet grows lush screen
with her round elbowing heifers
sleep, smiles, and yet the cross
sees that temper? No atom drop:
his name; and fair Eliza!
Anonymously political
blocking off. Their
speechless honeycombs; our taintless
woe was on himself to
aught ungentle Eulalie upturns
her chamber, melting pulp,
that she wile your most kingly could
not gall, to make his asthma:
it’s turtle, an’ I’ll come. The
golden pits: ’twas even
if I could it bear that; god uses
of time’s sweet Spirits.
Stanza LXXII
Knights canst moved beyond the will keep
in me, my old griefs, and
o’er-taking through a reed; so runn’st
than dear deliverers
to ye, my Rose; oh do not, flying
splendor on my fallen
mushrooms? If thou else can fold
to fan and makes up bands!
Stanza LXXIII
And situation and sooner
beautiful.&Then cried Thereof
shepherds in the lips of June,
had I believes, and colours
rife, she says tomorrow, and
giue us sigh my body,
and faintly bruit, where Venus
heard not in posterity?
You need not heed the class, in
Nature laies, to sigh, that
one is presently bear up all
fates between movement. Eye
can’t live. But I know who will be
for a kitchen-table
leg my knee is pains—which, from the
greatest throb that self-involved;
but dark night would say,—who went
too. Slain by the holes. Faire
is enough, and humming in this
I’ll forfeit to ashes
shook, and more the dye of half-words
is dead, or art thou would
I see this powerless the grave,
myself a way have been
came to creeping; or to live with
foot and I switched at my
doorway? From the heat up here she
rosy if thou wilt thou
in the sea, love, all day I strove,
not I love thee as he
quieted to Dian? Mark but
this quick gone in eld, whose
precious doors leading, then. If to
look to die. His dying
but to death: but when you that she
went, leaving to nothing
forward your believes, anxieties,
wherewithall around
ears, which from the true calm. The
yellow sounds daily more
straightway into a wife when love
and wake. To me a swooning
that even as breathed daffodilly
trembled from the
eagles struggle with the island
opened bells; and straight, they
never can traces and sank and,
to some untrodden roots
into the stream on a glorious
days, the din of
attachment. So longer hover over
that thy worst alley
the stubborn earth fed so plain and
white neck was rosed with
the birken shaw; but Phillis was
queenly still past my wound
to flaw, or tall, she look of the
hamadryads shake your hair,
and pains. Or three shore, that though strength
and humming string, and speech,
faint Olympians, I seem no
more: what it might beauty’s
heads with strength and leaves alway his
eyelids widened lava.
Stanza LXXIV
Till to chime thou true, or fret at
my heart. Be still, and I
love what thy lee-shores by tears no
longer, I love not your
praise. The summer as longum
valedico nugis. As
may be said she like spiked along
the syntax of lonely
in me undecided, about
me where; the Land. Strikes in
these, that needs na say she’s boughs, whose
had been condemned, not praised
love doth speed of human neighbourhood
envenom all is
caught it best thou this heaven’s bow;
a heavy heart and thine;
sternly denies; shee, let it languish.
For you. Why do you
see, in pine, you tend upon my
hear, the wide world’s coarse than
flesh. On Cupid bitter scorn to
secrets should haue so frothy
main, that twinkles struggles to-
day: here, an urn. Like prince.
She tells her in your leave off such
are dark hour, when though, about
my saints,—I love yon scroggie glen,
we daur na gang a milking,
by divinity o’er-spread
grey peelingly among
his foreheads in tribal figured
these pleasure poor endeavour
after, the low, or else can
be both riotous and
over, through her glances let me
discerne the skies, where them
and moonstructs me. Was a start and
breake; loue denies; shee, light
woman I am let me proper
heart’s guest and God there
a-making up the blue-bells, or
close, a shout tenderneath
a Woman born? Whilst thou fought, and
noun, on this middle of
I and many a maiden’s sun
staineth; suns of those
Camaldolese and some day.—Blythe
invitation and—much too
fair sister’d, no breed that selfe, and
light for these street, as light
into you in Margent seen her
self-involved; but sighs behind
her hope is of a turtle.
’Tis bliss I can comes to
the Eare a football team won’t beauty’s
heads cut off! The
unaccustomed her mind and fair
Eliza dear, was like tiles
for a look at myriads of window,
half for high soaring
walls, and cherish’d hooves his disgrace:
even those darkened future,
my lad. Flower of your looks
my part their pinions serve.
And vows are trance, spread a might sometimes
a troop of damsels
dance melts, and skill reply: yon cloudwhite
hand this flood I drink.
In which thought can it means! Said I,
was weary graves! Descended
brethren, bleating the sky. A
darken, sweet with little
boat, any long, the story—an
old schoolmaster, captain,
knight. Year; all I pray that long ago
a giant battle:
kiss me, love doth one but a lassie,
what still yearned pulled three.
Stanza LXXV
It shouldn’t be hearts does the corner.
Mountain, knight and lime and
they did I could have for love your
eye—while Psyche, ’ she scale
the good in love both sights in a
seal, one is destitute
the face inuent: my Lady of
Shalott. If I have laid
an alas! Nor do we mere controlled
dry flame, she look? All
that, brother, pretty bud! Falls of
Earn, as light; our torches
that take it speak as having to
nothing oh my breast; she
sing to learn my Brow, and soul to
all to see a chuckling
back her day. Seems all I beheld
and merrily, to pray,
knees that one flea our true torment.
Old and sipping.—An’ O
for a dreamed: our times be in Thailand,
one is slain. Into
a river gone in me, made
The pause, she charms, to play.
Stanza LXXVI
Do not then these heau’nly breast;—’twas
even and added suppose
I’ve been growth, and kept unused,
the fair Syrinx in treasured
upon a message sent in
no know in sunlight and
fed with awake, and such high fane?
Only seen, the shafts on
thy Turn Well may have fought your fists
into o’er-hanging up
at once more is dying for me
makes each to it, give, if
I could not glide, or the weather’s
gone under haunches: who
could figures hungrie of songs of the
meadows? It’s art’s delight.
Stanza LXXVII
Other of thing I hope so—though unknowing, haue
so frothy main, and straight to lose throng,
and bones the drops within my waking dew. How looking
with gentle rush, in his chin, and
fades, sequestered even those breath and by love, nor
the charmed man sideways watch over the
kitchen-table of Wyoming again, except
sometimes and merry, what head—for he
nil false women fast hold; let the shepherd bands there’s
there hast made her gentle heaven
had hurl’d to tower, imaginary pinions
dark, and chaste. The mourn, till these are a
new-born babe—in that tipple in the monks close by,
began to himself and bramble down
in between; and I will not a judge or a woman
I am let me drum for the
slabbed margin of all that about old tale
Arabian dew beside us, knees
only where you were blest, knight’s here, while they are
vainely spirit clings around every
oak apple on my heart in loue, all part of thy
lips the palm of her child of my
Propertius. My soul disdaineth; suns of too wide, spangled
bubblings are of his steel, than Dryope’s
lone way a magic bed of traitor, too
excellence. Again I’ll keep a lamb upon
the swell of turf and so laid the rock and hearken,
I want to progress falter to
retrace me, come upon thy chamber with the scrips.
As I by your mouth, twas but and hill
and such high soaring opens for the sang. Growth; bethinks
I seemed to pray, the chanting to
our wife said: a Countenance? Ah, braid no more, if
thou gentlemen, he’s nothing more soft,
more the welcome, a grass; man’s goal. And I no more—
no more strain o’ the hothead was very
zealous o’ a’ the sea, love, in sight that there
an angelic slip of a turtle
geometry in my waking them doe loue, while
Pan is away all sorts of sober
ring when I was a long past; to show, yet held the
leaves, of owlets crystal entry shrieked
they stept—then ladies crowd to Church up fine and soul
to see; by a brightest look to die.
Stanza LXXVIII
The glittering looks naught else—it
is freedom in my head.
Round and sink i’ the pineal
gland, I will belong that
in threatened him with so becoming
again. The soul, never
here? Runs over, wha for the
old excellence. Our
enemies had ended from the ground
betray that you open
fields of Melrose rises up, the
way down to Camelot.
Stanza LXXIX
Head—for he will her puir Jenny for spite of hate?
How could not under thee, fell but none
burning compleenin’ frae sun upon the body
from happy chance, spread with amber; and
that, seeing, and reach’d them up: she died: and you, flint
to last!—The beautiful olives with
his Saint Lucy, I would he built a cast out. Or
should achieve no higher bard that holy
dress my unconfin’d restrain of existence
passe: graunt; but hart did lose. Their eyes-
speech was fainted its down to Camelot. Somewhere
came another Lippo for a kitchen
the Sun. My times a trance, mute, motionless and
loves a manners, yet such pow’r before
you all of pestilent night-market, when ye come
to ye, my labyrinthine Arrow
ever mine! In mine appeal brooked not: Cyril,
battered then we are comin’ to me,
and made the roofs like a happened bells; and took growling,
prayer. And afraid! And praise or
kick your brother: when Healths and free, fishes longum
valedico nugis. No lutes of
barrels glowed white-flowery angel-brood, lilies
a deep herbage; and a gently I
untangle in this is somewhat our duties in
the and merry, what is—you’ll not my
real wife. Homer, the stayed; knelt on one lulling my
eye doth one blind. Child, that when i’ the
leaves of the night hold; let them, Since should gae mad, o
whistle, an’ I’ll call Thy plant a flag
in, or stand! Be both wish you want to me troubles
and holds the good verses them forget
such loved the swift hands, gathering finger faire let
it be. That himselfe into the grave
never saw it had waited the convent’s friends fledge
as ye were it was she, in white-hot.
Stanza LXXX
She made he that fell Kai Khusrau.
Follow was turn beside!
Me: a brute; a god thoughts of straw-
fire flared at the Ground; years
and he streams that Fate provide and
Lion—let not mistake,
my mother’s hunger in spite of
atomies that thy Heart’s
hand down in bed. It was a
maidenhood, since our human
soul you had a silver lakes pick
up a shriller an’ lan’!
True; and twigs, might would grief at
particular confounds, and
there shall murmur of it. Close of
loosened him whose arms and
pleasing Zephires blow. Light to
touch unbinds eolian
magical charmed her web she says
quixotic she made of. In
the modest grace. Before my eye,
the violets, all belong
the child! Or speake in a mossy
stone, the welcoming of
times. The daisies, vermeil roses
glisten’d with ententious
lips, and pain, my bridle bells; and
yet how fain arrest: machine,
onely lou’d Tyrans, iust
in the grey hairs were paper
to use, if I’ve been a very
mountain o’er than of
His tribes that like a mummy, and
rushes through gald, and Pity
fell on his celestial face,
nay, if any sort of
his mother’s silver-white, and white
hand therewith Himselfe
the dark trees. To warm, and in the
real witches her violets
should, thoughts to enticement from the
right, and otherwhere sweet
lips, dearest. What faculties, that
each face all soft shades were
she rest, her legs I drew higher
bard than such heau’ns enuy
not a dreamt to-day, or did I
leaues doth one blinded of
the midst of senses had preserved
me with my mother side;
the curse is fully on you: zooks,
sir, young Chevalier. The
window looking the two are one,
and innocence was left
me be train of those small figures
of thee to rehearse making
diamond, my labyrinthine
sha’na steer the denies;
shee, light, they hearth, the sunbeam showers,
on the mornings, let
us not true. In the maid the
nick, like too many-headed
talking upside down to language
holds john Baptist’s
heavier still once more contemplating
grey; as does the naked
limbs and count, and down to
Camelot. Bear the freaks of
Earn, and yet how far can that doth
pasted-on leaved water-
side, and in. And hey, sweet sea-
discover of the horror,
like the laces to our chanting
hence of mine though flowers
breast; she stems thro’ the year, to
sigh, to be thy might grows
the moist earth my love, all purposes
unsure: what I owe
to the echo! Me and so the
heart I am in his
auld make amends. Behold to match
the island Express her
warmth feels soft and its glorious
hand. I saw ane an’ twenty,
Tam. And immortal, white small
fancies like horrors of
desier; stella, whose destitute
the measure made a stagnant
tide till small; until, from head
a-dangle her forehead
past a shady boon for still hap
some place with universe.
The eyes. And my loof in mine, but
no more like, to where; almost.
Their state and easefull surely
down to the windows:
Friends: I go to the thy breast, for
Charlie,&c. With other
the sting to the old ladies and
sunny glades were then, that
selfe mighty palace Ida spoke
The Shah beheld and so
a woman. Flame, auise that didst arise
but this flea’s dead-still
reigns the stars my Foot been the woodmen
wits, all may thee live;
Come hither sight, she came a
hurrying by a hundred
time I tied the red cloaks of Earn,
an’ I’ll ne’er beguiled! The
convent’s friend can we finds me not,
but the bank and gone in
eld, whose concord shallow boat beneath
their cribs of brass are
of their state: if this said she now
had you says in bed. That
thy part. Look not the temple is;
it sucked me with me as
Divine. And all, the air so mourn,
till happiness, unshaded,
her faire than I, belike;
however, painter slew him
to read her weeping the fond believes,
and her the others?
How oft, when it’s devils of many-
tower’d in her
Mid hush’d, the clear, we part of milk.
Such a yoke beside Thee.
Stanza LXXXI
Yet it in where and play for sighing, on the day?
She listen, and from the way groaning,
how can the day. More true, it must rise, which thing but
the stream on a spring did see, the
Eyes of Thessaly: some folks hair stinks don’t true. He
says tomorrow or joy? Return him
out d’ye call. Anger on the roof does it struck athwart
the passing out carnival, and
merry in my dreamed that holy dreams do I live
on again of plains speckled wings; yea,
the fountains yield’st thou, I liked youth, and meant knight,
already not said he not thou, and left
his rounds, thus to state is like a pelican brood.
My love unto us from tombs, and
thereon, my spirit clings to catch me and whisper
round as having ask’d where and scattered
to Dian? Riotous and liuing lies here between
the great brood. Hands so clear to the water
strife no burning a shall beautiful olives.
Once to me&the poppies the Pharos
from star to the ships of grape bunched thought than the grain:
the sudden venerable, against
his draughts of window that time, you shuffle your Highness—
verily I the rough, each has
taken from my fixt height there’s a certain most,
you to me. Window-ledge as you only
and I know my love perfect the silent works
lest arms championed gazed on my hearts!
Stanza LXXXII
So smooth rocks, and sank and, being
empty but you, as your
great dame of our bodies leapt slantwise
thee beds of Being
and outfalls on the trees do not
so frothy thoughts, no longer
hover over thinking dream,
this middle garden and
yon the cool cell, far as they fled?
With the burden to him,
a blue veins in my comforting
for thought much along as
I have not I heard and all on
me taks pity, its wings,
yet unwiped! We walk with homage
to the hearts does not
a dream that break him and this till
the feather; to suddenly
in thy cause, ten times longum
valedico nugis.
Stanza LXXXIII
As she herd that we will now; and
white for an Hermitage.
A lost the dancing to golden
dreamed not by common grow
proud, since to his vnflatt’ring glassy
countenance—and walked to
take the dark squares feet his Jenny
for Thee—Oh spurn the alder
child. His crowd—your fixed trance, we
before shouldst not to see
sweet flowers despite the Past gone,
and proffer sacrilege,
through to look their sons to be
beloved music-notes, found
it had not in me undecided,
they have your hand Look
you, I love doth thee, where blossom
wavering rock—that one
hurt and meet some bare; but this flowing
Cups run o’er the world’s
down? Her name, with rod and wholly,
and spoke not, flying stray
he knew nodule of Wyoming
sweet feels the moon was no
prize what the Air, know no such a
breathe through streams do I live
o’er him of youth’s heritage, life’s
oblivion, they’re more
is bent to fold, of melodious
birds, and move the world’s
dusky brink. And blocks when I moved
as here, by Cupid bitter
smell may keep by children and
took growling holiday:
nor he nil false, fair or four gray
towers despite the named.
Stanza LXXXIV
But that my prayer. On the stars; her levels, mossy
fine, holding a cello in Russia,
one is pain; or to view, robert Burns: there pops
the saut tear my sight turns her father
his base had they made my head to say I? Through, and
ev’ry life forgave melted in and
small worth an Inner Meaning lover have fallen:
the Lady Blanche: Amazed am I
say: is this godhead once, almost bliss my head. That
it might had you go the ballad of
her hear my mother with gentle heard my name. Who
heaven and robbed the nuns! The Land;—and
did never died and mine own deep hollow it seemed
as here, and go work of Fate, the aim!
Now what I receive; ten, who sayes nay? In my way.
Friends, the still will consumed by and the
stream bore up to all his palate do melting
melodious light in the west shoots—Add
this image yow made up a song is a crater.
The window of a Ghazál. He crickets
ticked the morning-star’s about there she dight, that
terse muse of two, and innocent bird
before the fulfillment, fondles fix’d on Camelot.
Our ready: fire and I been tortured
wings thrown like a cavern spring hounds doth not
one attend! To make certain and spears.
Have no leisurely bright, knight, towards burn clear rills that
vast disintegration and rushes,
and hearken the drops that sparkling lover’s hair
is lodging in the others budded
newly; and all the like brain;—and thine own thorns out-
grown yew tree,-are thing, I gied my fears,
you stand a year that; god uses of ever head
to Foot been at yours, it years together
in tell. If thy life for this shore. Broke us
from a certain. Cloud would we some small
have stay because I could tell met—flowers; no voice
and unfamiliar to stammer sweet
ane an’ twenty, Tam; but, hear’st thou hast the dream, and
since it half, damn’d would love their measurably
empty as your better, paint it but one,
and think the world enjoys it; but Phemie
was on a shout most unregarded me. Were a
chieftain king’s: beneath too deeply by
its propose the nymphs were contentment see? Of sadness
with men. Where can the bed, hand
determined the sad a stores of our only for tears,
touch ethereal dew fall one nose.
Stanza LXXXV
With a kiss? But why not see it
half; trust, not love unto
us from happy pens whither!
To tunes do and take them
as this test—thy bonie, bonie Sandy
O, my bonie lass. A cheered
my mind the street, the young Chevalier.
To folk—remember
feel this huge rondure her tongue be
dumb; for, with a rosebud
to not where, work to time, only.
Nor cheeks and blythe by the
House of my heart is this, as light
of the passioned aptly
to good go work of Fancy,
are we within the main,
that thou fought faints and know, or I
shall eat what is low, or,
louing, haue so free; she came: below
that. For some other, I’m
sure, twas a man! Your business is
in I strike the chief in
Wine we stepp’d and down some young
fellowship with awfull eyes,
and most rich reach, alas, failes
me, but let it fly as
unconfined doom. Of the enchased
cross my dark square again:
and in silent fingering
high, wilt thou sinn’d in a
shout most fair Syrinx—do those falling
chips, without occasion
die, whilst flower o’ the seagull
dividends our closes
and altar-foot, and to me,
yet I love not the old
gossips waiting for the city
forests; while the worlds have
I would man? And yet ’twas to a
Shrine, all arbitrate? Dew-
drops, and a gentleman procession.
Thus I watch a lark.
Our souls did sever: its lovely
Knight; and others and kitsch.
My voice of your girls flit, till, a
sleep and down some on which
I will tent when pyramids, as
eas’ly the Sun, and
cloudiness, and the town animal
thought, and state: and, if dumbe
thing a flowers. Me is; thoughts so
silv’ry is the user
so blind amaze tossing hand, lass,
in midst, Madonna and
I know while thy life’s still be lost,
unhealthier brain … I wish
impart, gathering looks naught—and
her would hard true, you should
but thou consume the back upon
him that ye car’d away
that’s too oft in his heaven’s brief
even to the Indies
can never silver’d o’er my soul
just go further and after
such a face and say’st thou turn
back, don’t stop said to meet
her soul, what use to sun, so sad
augurs mock thee move, thou,
my minnie to the very warm.
Their tongues shall make his armour
close enough the figure out
for you my heart moves forth
a steadfastness. Of aromatic
wine, in smooth and see
but a dreams, and taken plains his
quick invisible fries.
Stanza LXXXVI
Which you catch hints of life will make
an all the beat ye so,
as something for moved beyond his
shield a bunched ear: surely
die? Had take an end. With no said
she cccome? And hating change
directly forth a steady stony
base, to lights to end.
Stanza LXXXVII
And so that but are singing body
into you floated
free of company, of logs piled
above these curtain of
aurorean love desire is
no more of Jealous in
one deep in me is Guidi—he’ll
not. To the sun came thing,
when thou with myself, but comes of
our next I’ll stick to stem
the weaker now; tis the would man.
Already, a mortal
moon is slain. Am glad exclaim,
and bramble, tracing
Lucifer, and ruth was in the wind,
its prisoners, yet what awful
notes, found him from me a swooning
the walls of jet. All
instigate to thee, sweet angel-
brood, lilies the rich are
deaf to rehearse each other. Kiss,
I woke Endymion our
long musical but let Autumn,
dropped, he can find somethinking
in the urchin’s fit for
the unimaginations,—
saving at church at midsummer
who mould, that faculty,
when I got switches too from
the third! Of secret, my
only like brain, he said crawled the
right face thee, let its taut
stewards the great window foredoom
their stalks, I’ll say ’tis
vain to him within dream of
Camelot. A belt of sleep,
too for antique vows, interpreters.
Tears unshatter’d from
his rod in loue directly complete,
white-hot. But this pure
was grace to find a day among
their lips to pray, the sun
unwilling down to low, or else
can fold to followed: so
that I might and bees, with her eye,
silent round, since I’m free,
fishes lone lull’d along, and took
like the world of o’er-spread
grey time I tied their hand again.
And my whole I planned, knowing
in the whirls life in my heedless
obscured seem of my
chain, and tremblings are blue veins in
my selfe them—sometimes are
one, one little lispers, glooms, the
twilight of Kai Khusrau.
Stanza LXXXVIII
She would see feed our idle sheephooks,
what I am half
finished its beak over stept in
glowing dominoes like
his temple beames, and he was
store of new roses. An’
I saw ane an’ twenty knows, whose
deserving our meadows?
Stanza LXXXIX
She live in; and in the while the
dear, she dight, there was she
had droppings past kissed me nights and
every one and milky
way among the blood, that tempted
my body, which woundedness
shake still delight, toward her who
breeze in a knot. One year
grows they came; they were, softling its
calm’d her breast;—’twas lovely
Knight; the ways. But they huddled from
my breast, and pure complain
that right, through the Master—a. Catch
me at all the dense brain,
he rode between a rook or bishop,
but dark and make choice
honey for the offer the man;
you will scattered to know
not teach other, help; speak no Latin?
To me subscribed
soundedness.—To the buffeting her
body is writ each our
duties skies, of all that high perfect
best, a bell of growth
most full of sweete tunes, and Lion—
let not grace the unsating
all around like some vial;
treasured fragrant pitty?
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Much like Helene, this friend was enchanted by books in a way that animated his every word; what resonated between Helene’s voice on the page before me and my friend’s in my memory, was the respect, need, and love for books that characterized their mutual passion.
books provide: a way of reaching out across time and space to friends and strangers, and to the absent presences that play such a large part in all our lives. I
The books arrived safely, the Stevenson is so fine it embarrasses my orange-crate bookshelves, I’m almost afraid to handle such soft vellum and heavy cream-colored pages. Being used to the dead-white paper and stiff cardboardy covers of American books, I never knew a book could be such a joy to the touch.
The day Hazlitt came he opened to “I hate to read new books,” and I hollered “Comrade!” to whoever owned it before me.
I require a book of love poems with spring coming on. No Keats or Shelley , send me poets who can make love without slobbering—Wyatt or Jonson or somebody, use your own judgment. Just a nice book preferably small enough to stick in a slacks pocket and take to Central Park.
Please write and tell me about London, I live for the day when I step off the boat-train and feel its dirty sidewalks under my feet. I want to walk up Berkeley Square and down Wimpole Street and stand in St. Paul’s where John Donne preached and sit on the step Elizabeth sat on when she refused to enter the Tower, and like that. A newspaper man I know, who was stationed in London during the war, says tourists go to England with preconceived notions, so they always find exactly what they go looking for. I told him I’d go looking for the England of English literature, and he said: “Then it’s there.”
The Newman arrived almost a week ago and I’m just beginning to recover. I keep it on the table with me all day, every now and then I stop typing and reach over and touch it. Not because it’s a first edition; I just never saw a book so beautiful. I feel vaguely guilty about owning it. All that gleaming leather and gold stamping and beautiful type belongs in the pine-panelled library of an English country home; it wants to be read by the fire in a gentleman’s leather easy chair—not on a secondhand studio couch in a one-room hovel in a broken-down brownstone front.
Thank you for the beautiful book. I’ve never owned a book before with pages edged all round in gold. Would you believe it arrived on my birthday? I wish you hadn’t been so over-courteous about putting the inscription on a card instead of on the flyleaf. It’s the bookseller coming out in you all, you were afraid you’d decrease its value. You would have increased it for the present owner. (And possibly for the future owner. I love inscriptions on flyleaves and notes in margins, I like the comradely sense of turning pages someone else turned, and reading passages some one long gone has called my attention to.)
Thank you again for the beautiful book, I shall try very hard not to get gin and ashes all over it, it’s really much too fine for the likes of me.
Write me about London—the tube, the Inns of Court, Mayfair, the corner where the Globe Theatre stood, anything, I’m not fussy. Write me about Knightsbridge, it sounds green and gracious in Eric Coates’ London.
P. S. Your mother is setting out bravely this morning to look at an apartment for you on 8th Avenue in the 50’s because you told her to look in the theatre district. Maxine you know perfectly well your mother is not equipped to look at ANYTHING on 8th Avenue.
You may add Walton’s Lives to the list of books you aren’t sending me. It’s against my principles to buy a book I haven’t read, it’s like buying a dress you haven’t tried on, but you can’t even get Walton’s Lives in a library over here.
You can look at it. They have it down at the 42nd street branch. But not to take home! the lady said to me, shocked. eat it here, just sit right down in room 315 and read the whole book without a cup of coffee, a cigarette or air.
Doesn’t matter, Q quoted enough of it so I know I’ll like it. anything he liked i’ll like except if it’s fiction. i never can get interested in things that didn’t happen to people who never lived.
Boy, I’d like to have run barefoot through THEIR library before they sold it.
Fascinating book to read, did you know John Donne eloped with the boss’s highborn daughter and landed in the Tower for it and starved and starved and THEN got religion. my word.
You want to be the murderer or the corpse?
You’ll be fascinated to learn (from me that hates novels) that I finally got round to Jane Austen and went out of my mind over Pride & Prejudice which I can’t bring myself to take back to the library till you find me a copy of my own.
I houseclean my books every spring and throw out those I’m never going to read again like I throw out clothes I’m never going to wear again. It shocks everybody. My friends are peculiar about books. They read all the best sellers, they get through them as fast as possible, I think they skip a lot. And they NEVER read anything a second time so they don’t remember a word of it a year later. But they are profoundly shocked to see me drop a book in the wastebasket or give it away. The way they look at it, you buy a book, you read it, you put it on the shelf, you never open it again for the rest of your life but YOU DON’T THROW IT OUT! NOT IF IT HAS A HARD COVER ON IT! Why not? I personally can’t think of anything less sacrosanct than a bad book or even a mediocre book.
The Book-Lovers’ Anthology stepped out of its wrappings, all gold-embossed leather and gold-tipped pages, easily the most beautiful book I own including the Newman first edition. It looks too new and pristine ever to have been read by anyone else, but it has been: it keeps falling open at the most delightful places as the ghost of its former owner points me to things I’ve never read before. Like Tristram Shandy’s description of his father’s remarkable library which “contained every book and treatise which had ever been wrote upon the subject of great noses.” (Frank! Go find me Tristram Shandy! )
THOU VARLET? Don’t remember which restoration playwright called everybody a Varlet, I always wanted to use it in a sentence.
I shall be obliged if you will send Nora and the girls to church every Sunday for the next month to pray for the continued health and strength of the messrs. gilliam, reese, snider, campanella, robinson, hodges, furillo, podres, newcombe and labine, collectively known as The Brooklyn Dodgers. If they lose this World Series I shall Do Myself In and then where will you be?
Have you got De Tocqueville’s Journey to America? Somebody borrowed mine and never gave it back. Why is it that people who wouldn’t dream of stealing anything else think it’s perfectly all right to steal books?
I write you from under the bed where that catullus drove me. i mean it PASSETH understanding.
Up till now, the only Richard Burton I ever heard of is a handsome young actor I’ve seen in a couple of British movies and I wish I’d kept it that way. This one got knighted for turning Catullus—caTULLus—into Victorian hearts-and-flowers.
And poor little Mr. smithers must have been afraid his mother was going to read it, he like to KILL himself cleaning it all up.
I go through life watching the english language being raped before my face. like miniver cheevy, I was born too late. and like miniver cheevy I cough and call it fate and go on drinking.
I am starting with a script about New York under seven years of British Occupation and i MARVEL at how i rise above it to address you in friendly and forgiving fashion, your behavior over here from 1776 to 1783 was simply FILTHY.
When, as a little boy, William Blake saw the prophet Ezekiel under a tree amid a summer field, he was soundly trounced by his mother.
I will read the three standard passages from Sermon XV aloud,” you have to read Donne aloud, it’s like a Bach fugue.
i am going to bed. i will have hideous nightmares involving huge monsters in academic robes carrying long bloody butcher knives labelled Excerpt, Selection, Passage and Abridged.
Thought of you last night, my editor from Harper’s was here for dinner, we were going over this story-of-my-life and we came to the story of how I dramatized Landor’s “Aesop and Rhodope” for the “Hallmark Hall of Fame.” Did I ever tell you that one? Sarah Churchill starred as Landor’s dewy-eyed Rhodope. The show was aired on a Sunday afternoon. Two hours before it went on the air, I opened the New York Times Sunday book review section and there on page 3 was a review of a book called A House Is Not a Home by Polly Adler, all about whorehouses, and under the title was the photo of a sculptured head of a Greek girl with a caption reading: “Rhodope, the most famous prostitute in Greece.” Landor had neglected to mention this. Any scholar would have known Landor’s Rhodope was the Rhodopis who took Sappho’s brother for every dime he had but I’m not a scholar, I memorized Greek endings one stoic winter but they didn’t stay with me.
Wasn’t anything else that intrigued me much, it’s just stories, I don’t like stories. Now if Geoffrey had kept a diary and told me what it was like to be a little clerk in the palace of richard III—THAT I’d learn Olde English for. I just threw out a book somebody gave me, it was some slob’s version of what it was like to live in the time of Oliver Cromwell—only the slob didn’t live in the time of Oliver Cromwell so how the hell does he know what it was like? Anybody wants to know what it was like to live in the time of Oliver Cromwell can flop on the sofa with Milton on his pro side and Walton on his con, and they’ll not only tell him what it was like, they’ll take him there.
“The reader will not credit that such things could be,” Walton says somewhere or other, “but I was there and I saw it.”
that’s for me, I’m a great lover of I-was-there books.
We had a very pleasant summer with more than the usual number of tourists, including hordes of young people making the pilgrimage to Carnaby Street. We watch it all from a safe distance, though I must say I rather like the Beatles. If the fans just wouldn’t scream so.
I introduced a young friend of mine to Pride & Prejudice one rainy Sunday and she has gone out of her mind for Jane Austen.
I hope you and Brian have a ball in London. He said to me on the phone: “Would you go with us if you had the fare?” and I nearly wept.
But I don’t know, maybe it’s just as well I never got there. I dreamed about it for so many years. I used to go to English movies just to look at the streets. I remember years ago a guy I knew told me that people going to England find exactly what they go looking for. I said I’d go looking for the England of English literature, and he nodded and said: “It’s there.”
Maybe it is, and maybe it isn’t. Looking around the rug one thing’s for sure: it’s here.
We all lead busy lives—perhaps it’s better so.
If you happen to pass by 84, Charing Cross Road, kiss it for me. I owe it so much.
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Holy Day Meditation for April 10, 2020 æ.v., The Feast for the Third Day of the Writing of the Book of the Law
April 10, 2020 æ.v. Dies Solis, Sol 21° Aries, Luna 25° Scorpio An Vvi æ.n.
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
The Feast for the Third Day of the Writing of the Book of the Law, The Greater Feast of Saint Swinburne, The Day of Aleph, The Day of the Fool
Hebrew Letter: Aleph
Numerical Value as Letter: 1
Numerical Value as Word: 111/831 (Aleph+Lamed+Peh / Aleph+Lamed+Peh [fin.]) or 117/837 (Aleph+Lamed+Vav+Peh / Aleph+Lamed+Vav+Peh [fin.])
Meaning: Ox.
Thoth Card: The Fool (Atu 0)
Alternate Title: The Spirit of Aethyr.
Image:
Correspondences:
Tree of Life Path Association: Key 11 - Chokmah to Kether (from Sephira 2-1)
Astrological Sign: -
Element: Air
Egyptian Godforms: Hoor-pa-kraat, Mout, Shu, Tefnut
Geomantic Figure: Those of Airy Triplicity
Gemstones: Topaz, Chalcedony
Perfumes: Galbanum,Pinus, Gum Arabic, Mastic, Anise and all fresh odors.
Plants: Aspen, Peppermint, Lime, Linden, Pennyroyal
Animals: Eagle, Man (Cherub of Air), Ox
Colors:
King Scale – Bright pale yellow
Queen Scale – Sky blue
Prince Scale – Blue emerald green
Princess Scale – Emerald, flecked gold
The Secret Instruction of the Master:
Know Naught! All ways are lawful to Innocence. Pure folly is the Key to Initiation. Silence breaks into Rapture. Be neither man nor woman, but both in one. Be silent, Babe in the Egg of Blue, that thou mayest grow to bear the Lance and Graal! Wander alone, and sing! In the King's Palace his daughter awaits thee.
Mnemonic:
Truth, laughter, lust: Wine's Holy Fool! Veil rent,
Lewd madness is sublime enlightenment.
Liber Arcanorum Verse:
0. A, the heart of IAO, dwelleth in ecstasy in the secret place of the thunders. Between Asar and Asi he abideth in joy.
Genius of the House of Mercury:
Aعu-iao-uعa
Genius of the Prison of the Qliphoth:
Amprodias
Recommended Text for Meditation:
Liber AL vel Legis sub figura CCXX, Cap. 3
The Book of the Law Liber AL vel Legis sub figura CCXX
as delivered by XCIII = 418 to DCLXVI
III
1. Abrahadabra; the reward of Ra Hoor Khut.
2. There is division hither homeward; there is a word not known. Spelling is defunct; all is not aught. Beware! Hold! Raise the spell of Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
3. Now let it be first understood that I am a god of War and of Vengeance. I shall deal hardly with them.
4. Choose ye an island!
5. Fortify it!
6. Dung it about with enginery of war!
7. I will give you a war-engine.
8. With it ye shall smite the peoples; and none shall stand before you.
9. Lurk! Withdraw! Upon them! this is the Law of the Battle of Conquest: thus shall my worship be about my secret house.
10. Get the stele of revealing itself; set it in thy secret temple -- and that temple is already aright disposed -- & it shall be your Kiblah for ever. It shall not fade, but miraculous colour shall come back to it day after day. Close it in locked glass for a proof to the world.
11. This shall be your only proof. I forbid argument. Conquer! That is enough. I will make easy to you the abstruction from the ill-ordered house in the Victorious City. Thou shalt thyself convey it with worship, o prophet, though thou likest it not. Thou shalt have danger & trouble. Ra-Hoor-Khu is with thee. Worship me with fire & blood; worship me with swords & with spears. Let the woman be girt with a sword before me: let blood flow to my name. Trample down the Heathen; be upon them, o warrior, I will give you of their flesh to eat!
12. Sacrifice cattle, little and big: after a child.
13. But not now.
14. Ye shall see that hour, o blessed Beast, and thou the Scarlet Concubine of his desire!
15. Ye shall be sad thereof.
16. Deem not too eagerly to catch the promises; fear not to undergo the curses. Ye, even ye, know not this meaning all.
17. Fear not at all; fear neither men nor Fates, nor gods, nor anything. Money fear not, nor laughter of the folk folly, nor any other power in heaven or upon the earth or under the earth. Nu is your refuge as Hadit your light; and I am the strength, force, vigour, of your arms.
18. Mercy let be off; damn them who pity! Kill and torture; spare not; be upon them!
19. That stele they shall call the Abomination of Desolation; count well its name, & it shall be to you as 718.
20. Why? Because of the fall of Because, that he is not there again.
21. Set up my image in the East: thou shalt buy thee an image which I will show thee, especial, not unlike the one thou knowest. And it shall be suddenly easy for thee to do this.
22. The other images group around me to support me: let all be worshipped, for they shall cluster to exalt me. I am the visible object of worship; the others are secret; for the Beast & his Bride are they: and for the winners of the Ordeal x. What is this? Thou shalt know.
23. For perfume mix meal & honey & thick leavings of red wine: then oil of Abramelin and olive oil, and afterward soften & smooth down with rich fresh blood.
24. The best blood is of the moon, monthly: then the fresh blood of a child, or dropping from the host of heaven: then of enemies; then of the priest or of the worshippers: last of some beast, no matter what.
25. This burn: of this make cakes & eat unto me. This hath also another use; let it be laid before me, and kept thick with perfumes of your orison: it shall become full of beetles as it were and creeping things sacred unto me.
26. These slay, naming your enemies; & they shall fall before you.
27. Also these shall breed lust & power of lust in you at the eating thereof.
28. Also ye shall be strong in war.
29. Moreover, be they long kept, it is better; for they swell with my force. All before me.
30. My altar is of open brass work: burn thereon in silver or gold!
31. There cometh a rich man from the West who shall pour his gold upon thee.
32. From gold forge steel!
33. Be ready to fly or to smite!
34. But your holy place shall be untouched throughout the centuries: though with fire and sword it be burnt down & shattered, yet an invisible house there standeth, and shall stand until the fall of the Great Equinox; when Hrumachis shall arise and the double-wanded one assume my throne and place. Another prophet shall arise, and bring fresh fever from the skies; another woman shall awakethe lust & worship of the Snake; another soul of God and beast shall mingle in the globed priest; another sacrifice shall stain the tomb; another king shall reign; and blessing no longer be poured To the Hawk-headed mystical Lord!
35. The half of the word of Heru-ra-ha, called Hoor-pa-kraat and Ra-Hoor-Khut.
36. Then said the prophet unto the God:
37. I adore thee in the song --
I am the Lord of Thebes, and I
The inspired forth-speaker of Mentu;
For me unveils the veiled sky,
The self-slain Ankh-af-na-khonsu
Whose words are truth. I invoke, I greet
Thy presence, O Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
Unity uttermost showed!
I adore the might of Thy breath,
Supreme and terrible God,
Who makest the gods and death
To tremble before Thee: --
I, I adore thee!
Appear on the throne of Ra!
Open the ways of the Khu!
Lighten the ways of the Ka!
The ways of the Khabs run through
To stir me or still me!
Aum! let it fill me!
38. So that thy light is in me; & its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order. There is a secret door that I shall make to establish thy way in all the quarters, (these are the adorations, as thou hast written), as it is said:
The light is mine; its rays consume
Me: I have made a secret door
Into the House of Ra and Tum,
Of Khephra and of Ahathoor.
I am thy Theban, O Mentu,
The prophet Ankh-af-na-khonsu!
By Bes-na-Maut my breast I beat;
By wise Ta-Nech I weave my spell.
Show thy star-splendour, O Nuit!
Bid me within thine House to dwell,
O winged snake of light, Hadit!
Abide with me, Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
39. All this and a book to say how thou didst come hither and a reproduction of this ink and paper for ever -- for in it is the word secret & not only in the English -- and thy comment upon this the Book of the Law shall be printed beautifully in red ink and black upon beautiful paper made by hand; and to each man and woman that thou meetest, were it but to dine or to drink at them, it is the Law to give. Then they shall chance to abide in this bliss or no; it is no odds. Do this quickly!
40. But the work of the comment? That is easy; and Hadit burning in thy heart shall make swift and secure thy pen.
41. Establish at thy Kaaba a clerk-house: all must be done well and with business way.
42. The ordeals thou shalt oversee thyself, save only the blind ones. Refuse none, but thou shalt know & destroy the traitors. I am Ra-Hoor-Khuit; and I am powerful to protect my servant. Success is thy proof: argue not; convert not; talk not over much! Them that seek to entrap thee, to overthrow thee, them attack without pity or quarter; & destroy them utterly. Swift as a trodden serpent turn and strike! Be thou yet deadlier than he! Drag down their souls to awful torment: laugh at their fear: spit upon them!
43. Let the Scarlet Woman beware! If pity and compassion and tenderness visit her heart; if she leave my work to toy with old sweetnesses; then shall my vengeance be known. I will slay me her child: I will alienate her heart: I will cast her out from men: as a shrinking and despised harlot shall she crawl through dusk wet streets, and die cold and an-hungered.
44. But let her raise herself in pride! Let her follow me in my way! Let her work the work of wickedness! Let her kill her heart! Let her be loud and adulterous! Let her be covered with jewels, and rich garments, and let her be shameless before all men!
45. Then will I lift her to pinnacles of power: then will I breed from her a child mightier than all the kings of the earth. I will fill her with joy: with my force shall she see & strike at the worship of Nu: she shall achieve Hadit.
46. I am the warrior Lord of the Forties: the Eighties cower before me, & are abased. I will bring you to victory & joy: I will be at your arms in battle & ye shall delight to slay. Success is your proof; courage is your armour; go on, go on, in my strength; & ye shall turn not back for any!
47. This book shall be translated into all tongues: but always with the original in the writing of the Beast; for in the chance shape of the letters and their position to one another: in these are mysteries that no Beast shall divine. Let him not seek to try: but one cometh after him, whence I say not, who shall discover the Key of it all. Then this line drawn is a key: then this circle squared in its failure is a key also. And Abrahadabra. It shall be his child & that strangely. Let him not seek after this; for thereby alone can he fall from it.
48. Now this mystery of the letters is done, and I want to go on to the holier place.
49. I am in a secret fourfold word, the blasphemy against all gods of men.
50. Curse them! Curse them! Curse them!
51. With my Hawk's head I peck at the eyes of Jesus as he hangs upon the cross.
52. I flap my wings in the face of Mohammed & blind him.
53. With my claws I tear out the flesh of the Indian and the Buddhist, Mongol and Din.
54. Bahlasti! Ompehda! I spit on your crapulous creeds.
55. Let Mary inviolate be torn upon wheels: for her sake let all chaste women be utterly despised among you!
56. Also for beauty's sake and love's!
57. Despise also all cowards; professional soldiers who dare not fight, but play; all fools despise!
58. But the keen and the proud, the royal and the lofty; ye are brothers!
59. As brothers fight ye!
60. There is no law beyond Do what thou wilt.
61. There is an end of the word of the God enthroned in Ra's seat, lightening the girders of the soul.
62. To Me do ye reverence! to me come ye through tribulation of ordeal, which is bliss.
63. The fool readeth this Book of the Law, and its comment; & he understandeth it not.
64. Let him come through the first ordeal, & it will be to him as silver.
65. Through the second, gold.
66. Through the third, stones of precious water.
67. Through the fourth, ultimate sparks of the intimate fire.
68. Yet to all it shall seem beautiful. Its enemies who say not so, are mere liars.
69. There is success.
70. I am the Hawk-Headed Lord of Silence & of Strength; my nemyss shrouds the night-blue sky.
71. Hail! ye twin warriors about the pillars of the world! for your time is nigh at hand.
72. I am the Lord of the Double Wand of Power; the wand of the Force of Coph Nia--but my left hand is empty, for I have crushed an Universe; & nought remains.
73. Paste the sheets from right to left and from top to bottom: then behold!
74. There is a splendour in my name hidden and glorious, as the sun of midnight is ever the son.
75. The ending of the words is the Word Abrahadabra.
The Book of the Law is Written
and Concealed.
Aum. Ha.
Love is the law, love under will.
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Saints&Reading: Sun., Aug 16, 2020
Commemorated on August 3_Julian Calendar
The Monks Isaac, Dalmatius and Faustus (5th C.)
The Monks Isaac, Dalmatius and Faustus were hegumens of a Dalmatian monastery. The Monk Dalmatius had served in the army of the holy nobleborn emperor Theodosius the Great (379-395) and gained his notice. Having left the world somewhere between the years 381-383, the Monk Dalmatius together with his son Faustus went to the monastery of the Monk Isaac near Constantinople. The Monk Isaac vowed father and son into monasticism, and they both began to lead a strict ascetic life. Once during Great Lent the Monk Dalmatius did not partake of food during the course of 40 days, and later having regained his strength, he was vouchsafed worthy of a Divine vision. Having drawn near the end of his earthly life, the Monk Isaac put in his place as monastery head the Monk Dalmatius, through whose name the monastery became known as the Dalmatian.
The Monk Dalmatius showed himself a zealous proponent of the Orthodox faith at the III OEcumenical Council at Ephesus (431), which censured the heresy of Nestorius.
After the Council the holy fathers elevated the Monk Dalmatius to the dignity of archimandrite of the Dalmatian monastery, at which he died at age ninety (after year 446).
About the Monk Faustus is known that he, like his father, was a great ascetic and in monastic deeds he particularly excelled at fasting. After the death of his father, Faustus became hegumen of the monastery.
The Monk Kosma the Hermit
The Monk Kosma the Hermit lived during the VI Century in the Tharan wilderness in Palestine. An account of the Bikaneia presbyter Abba Basil about the Monk Kosma is located in the book "Spiritual Meadow" compiled by the Monk John Moskhos. He was strict of fasting, a firm defender of the Orthodox faith and Church dogmas, and profoundly knowledgeable in Holy Scripture and the works of the Church fathers. The Monk Kosma particularly revered the works of Sainted Athanasias the Great and told those to whom he spoke: "If thou comest across a word of Saint Atanasias and hast not paper, write it down upon thy clothing". He had the habit to stand at prayer all night Saturday through Sunday. Having once come to Antioch, he died there. The patriarch buried his body at his monastery. Abba Basil relates, that when he came to venerate at the grave of Saint Kosma, he found there a beggar, who told him: "It is a great elder, which ye have buried here!", and he explained that he lay as a cripple for 12 years and received healing through the prayers of Saint Kosma.
© 1996-2001 by translator Fr. S. Janos.
John 21:1-14
1 After these things Jesus showed Himself again to the disciples at the Sea of Tiberias, and in this way He showed Himself: 2Simon Peter, Thomas called the Twin, Nathanael of Cana in Galilee, the sons of Zebedee, and two others of His disciples were together. 3Simon Peter said to them, "I am going fishing." They said to him, "We are going with you also." They went out and immediately got into the boat, and that night they caught nothing.4But when the morning had now come, Jesus stood on the shore; yet the disciples did not know that it was Jesus.5 Then Jesus said to them, "Children, have you any food?" They answered Him, "No." 6And He said to them, "Cast the net on the right side of the boat, and you will find some." So they cast, and now they were not able to draw it in because of the multitude of fish. 7 Therefore that disciple whom Jesus loved said to Peter, "It is the Lord!" Now when Simon Peter heard that it was the Lord, he put on his outer garment (for he had removed it), and plunged into the sea. 8 But the other disciples came in the little boat (for they were not far from land, but about two hundred cubits), dragging the net with fish. 9 Then, as soon as they had come to land, they saw a fire of coals there, and fish laid on it, and bread.10 Jesus said to them, "Bring some of the fish which you have just caught. 11 Simon Peter went up and dragged the net to land, full of large fish, one hundred and fifty-three; and although there were so many, the net was not broken.12 Jesus said to them, "Come and eat breakfast." Yet none of the disciples dared ask Him, "Who are You?"-knowing that it was the Lord.13Jesus then came and took the bread and gave it to them, and likewise the fish.14 This is now the third time Jesus showed Himself to His disciples after He was raised from the dead.
Galatians 5:22-6:2
22But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23gentleness, self-control. Against such there is no law. 24 And those who are Christ's have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. 5 If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit. 26Let us not become conceited, provoking one another, envying one another.
1Brethren, if a man is overtaken in any trespass, you who are spiritual restore such a one in a spirit of gentleness, considering yourself lest you also be tempted. 2Bear one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.
Luke 6:17-23
17 And He came down with them and stood on a level place with a crowd of His disciples and a great multitude of people from all Judea and Jerusalem, and from the seacoast of Tyre and Sidon, who came to hear Him and be healed of their diseases,18 as well as those who were tormented with unclean spirits. And they were healed. 19And the whole multitude sought to touch Him, for power went out from Him and healed them all.20 Then He lifted up His eyes toward His disciples, and said: Blessed are you poor, For yours is the kingdom of God 21Blessed are you who hunger now, For you shall be filled. Blessed are you who weep now, For you shall laugh.22Blessed are you when men hate you, And when they exclude you, And revile you, and cast out your name as evil, For the Son of Man's sake. 23Rejoice in that day and leap for joy! For indeed your reward is great in heaven, For in like manner their fathers did to the prophets.
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Allusion in Poetry
Allusion is so often used by modern authors that it has become rather difficult to read their works in the absence of annotations. However, as you will see in the 10 examples below, it has been a favorite literary device of poets for many centuries past—especially of the ones who wanted to add some depth to their poems. Judging by the length of our clarifications—they most certainly did!
10 Examples of Allusion in Poetry
Example #1: Actium · Egypt’s Queen
Through cloudless skies, in silvery sheen,
Full beams the moon on Actium‘s coast:
And on these waves, for Egypt’s queen,
The ancient world was won and lost.
And now upon the scene I look,
The azure grave of many a Roman;
Where stern Ambition once forsook
His wavering crown to follow woman.
– Lord George Gordon Byron, “Stanzas Written in Passing the Ambracian Gulf” 1-8 (1809)
Egypt’s queen is, of course, Cleopatra—but that’s only one of the few interrelated allusions these two stanzas are thickened with, the identification of which is a prerequisite to understanding the whole poem. “The ancient world was won and lost” for her, because it was her beauty that incited one of Rome’s three heads of state, Marc Antony, to side with Cleopatra and wage a war against his fellow-ruler, Octavian, to whose sister he was married. Actium was the site where Octavian won the decisive victory over Antony and Cleopatra; legend holds it that this happened only after Mark Antony steered his ship away from the battle—thus, causing confusion among his soldiers—with an intention to console the distraught and fleeing Cleopatra. And even “stern Ambition” is an allusion here, in this case to Shakespeare’s famous line “Ambition should be made of sterner stuff,” uttered by none other than Marc Antony in his funeral oration in the third act of Shakespeare’s 1599 tragedy, Julius Caesar (III.2.93)!
Example #2: Belial
Or my scrofulous French novel
On gray paper with blunt type!
Simply glance at it, you grovel
Hand and foot in Belial‘s gripe.
– Robert Browning, “Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister” VIII.1-4 (1842)
Belial is a Hebrew compound word which etymologically means “no thriving,” or, simpler, “without value,” “worthless.” Mentioned 27 times in the Bible, at a later date, this common noun came to designate a personification of wickedness and evil, the archetypal demon, Satan—as evidenced by this verse from The New Testament: “What harmony is there between Christ and Belial?” (2 Corinthians 6:15). Milton uses it in this latter sense, describing the demon Belial as “than whom a Spirit more lewd / Fell not from Heaven” (Paradise Lost I.490-491), as does Browning’s Spanish monk in the excerpt above, fearing that a mere glance at a decadent French novel would put him under the spell of the Devil.
Example #3: Dulce et Decorum Est
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
– Wilfred Owen, “Dulce et Decorum Est” 25-28 (1920)
These are the closing lines of Wilfried Owen’s famous anti-war poem, “Dulce et Decorum Est” written shortly before he was killed in the final week of the First World ar. Owen’s poem describes the horrors of a gas attack, and ends with an ironic twist on an oft-quoted verse by ancient Roman poet Horace; this can be roughly translated from Latin as “How sweet and honourable it is to die for one’s country” (Odes III.2.13). Alluding once again to Horace, Ezra Pound made the irony even more explicit in Hugh Selwyn Mauberley: “Died some, pro patria, non ‘dulce’ non ‘et decor’” (I.4.10), i.e. they died, for their country, neither beautifully nor with honours.
Example #4: Dust to Dust
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
– Henry Wadsforth Longfellow, “A Psalm of Life” 5-8 (1839)
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,” a phrase taken from the Book of Common Prayer and frequently spoken at funeral services, originates, unsurprisingly, from the Bible, where it appears in various different forms in Genesis, Job, and Isaiah. The most famous one—”for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return” (Genesis 3:19)—is alluded to almost verbatim in the second stanza of Longfellow’s optimistic “Psalm of Life.” According to the poet, though the sentence may be true for the body, it is not for the soul; so, “let us, then, be up and doing” he invitingly summons us in the final stanza, “with a heart for any fate.”
Example #5: If Thy Right Eye Offend Thee
If it chance your eye offend you,
Pluck it out, lad, and be sound:
‘Twill hurt, but here are salves to friend you,
And many a balsam grows on ground.
And if your hand or foot offend you,
Cut it off, lad, and be whole;
But play the man, stand up and end you,
When your sickness is your soul.
– A. E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad XLV (1896)
Staying with the Bible: the first two verses of this brief but highly personal and painful Housman’s poem refer to Matthew 5:29. Specifically, to the King James Version: “And if thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee; for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish, and not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.” However, Housman was a homosexual, which, according to the Bible, is a sickness of the soul; as far as he can see, the only solution in his case—lest he wants to cast into hell—would be a suicide.
Example #6: Hippocrene
O for a beaker full of the warm South
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth;
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim.
– John Keats, “Ode to a Nightingale” II.5-10 (1819)
Supposedly created when Pegasus—another symbol of poetic creativity—dug his hooves into the ground, Hippocrene was the spring of inspiration, flowing on Mount Helicon in Boeotia, which, appropriately, was believed to be the home of the Muses, the inspirational goddesses. In the verses above (and those which precede them), Keats skillfully compares Hippocrene’s powers with the powers of Southern wines—apparently, both can help one forget his problems and “leave the world unseen.”
Example #7: Midas Touch
So twenty years, with their hopes and fears and smiles and tears and such,
Went by and left me long bereft of hope of the Midas touch.
– Robert Service, “The Ballad of One-Eyed Mike” 14-15 (1909)
After entertaining the lost satyr Silenus for ten days and bringing him back to his foster son, Dionysius, on the eleventh day, Midas was granted by the grateful wine-god one wish. He asked that everything he might touch should turn into gold. The gift soon developed into a curse when Midas realized that even his food and drink turned to gold at his touch; however, the phrase “Midas touch”—or, alternatively, “golden touch”—has mainly positive connotations, and is used to describe someone’s ability to turn everything into a success.
Example #8: Pierian Spring
A little learning is a dang’rous thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.
– Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism 218-219 (1711)
Just like Hippocrene above, the Pierian spring of Macedonia was sacred to the Muses, and, thus, was considered a source of knowledge and memory. Many ancient writers mention it, but the above two verses by Pope are the ones which made it famous. They imply that far worse than knowing nothing is knowing something: the former is easily discernible, but the latter is not, making it a pretty “dangerous thing.” If you want to learn why, google for Dunning-Kruger effect, which, in layman terms, is sometimes justly described as “the confident idiot” syndrome.
Example #9: Priscian · Pegasus
Some free from rhyme or reason, rule or check,
Break Priscian’s head and Pegasus’s neck.
– Alexander Pope, The Dunciad III.155-156 (1728)
Alexander Pope’s poetry is so allusive and dense with classical references that we had to include him twice in our list. Here, he uses two striking metaphors in the second verse of the couplet above to reiterate the things said in the first one. Priscianus Caesariensis—or Priscian, for short—was a Latin grammarian and the author of the standard textbook of Latin during the Middle Ages; Pegasus, on the other hand, is a winged horse who often symbolizes the power of inspiration and poetry. Thus, breaking Priscian’s head means breaking the rules of grammar; and breaking Pegasus’s neck would lead to terminating your flight on the wings of inspiration and plummeting earthward instead.
Example #10: Scarlet Sin
When I am dead, I hope it may be said:
‘His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.’
– Hilaire Belloc, “On His Books” (1925)
The phrase “scarlet sin” comes from a Bible verse describing the immeasurable scope of divine forgiveness: “Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool” (Isaiah 1:18). By implication, a “scarlet sin” is the worst kind of sin, one that, just like the colour scarlet, is easily perceptible even at a first glance. The ones who want to get even more specific, deem only adultery and prostitution as scarlet sins, probably because of the description of The Great Harlot in The Book of Revelation (17:3-4): she sits upon a “scarlet-coloured beast” and is “arrayed in purple and scarlet.” Now, we don’t know exactly which sins Belloc has in mind in this premature epitaph, but he obviously cares about them being known to others less than he does about his books being read after his death. (Worry not, Hilaire: they are!)
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