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iamp1ayer0ne · 3 days ago
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hyapollo please :3
I am SO glad you asked anon <3 I love them so dearly.
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quitealotofsodapop · 27 days ago
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So how does courtnapping work??
"Courtnapping"; a mix of "courting" + "kidnap", is basically the demonic version of a proposal.
When demons were still scattered clans/prides across the mortal realm, it was very difficult for clans to interact without a lot of violence involved. Either because of competition for food, or because someone mistoke a glamoured demon for a mortal animal and starting biting.
What's a prospective lover to do if their beloved's family won't let them near without a fight? Easy; steal their lover away so that they can court them (among other things) in private.
As society grew; "courtnapping" became part of the demonic consciousness as a legitimate dating strategy. It was a loud way of announcing your intentions to the intended's family that you wanted them as a mate, whilst also showing off some muscle/magic.
However, demons are not animals. And if the kidnapped party rejects their captor's affections, it is considered polite to let them go. Only *uncouth* demons dare to lock their beloved away without contact with their family. And only truly vile ones (like Kui Mulang or Sai Tai Sui) keep them as forced spouses.
It's downright expected that a demon whisks away their future spouse - after all, who doesn't want to be swept off their feet?
Among wealthier Underworld clans who've adopted celestial/mortal practices, courtnapping isn't as common. Imperial China-style arranged marriages were the norm for the longest time up until a certain Bull Prince fell in love with an Iron Fan warrior, changing the desire among noble demons towards love matches. Courtnapping is considered a legitimate way of declaring "I object!" to an arranged marriage by giving the bride/groom a second option and a moment to rethink the arrangement.
Some wedding parties even hold a mock courtnappings between the new couple so that they can run off from the festivities and enjoy their honeymoon. Think how Spartan weddings involved the groom "kidnapping" the bride from their own ceremony.
Also because of some hilarious idea sharing with @soniclozdplove, we agree; People were kidnapped by demons so frequently in the Imperial era, not because of demon's eating them - but because of *marriage fraud*.
Think of it like this:
China is under strict Confucian and filial piety ideals. If your parent wants you to marry a specific person, you have pretty much no say in the matter.
Unless.
You just so happen to be kidnapped by a demon who wants to keep you as their legally binding spouse.
Human: "Oh no~ I'm captured by an hunky demon who wants to marry me! Guess I'm going to have to stay here and miss out on my arranged marriage." ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Demon: "And we can no-fault divorce at any time!" Human's Family: "We'll just take them back!" Lawyer: "Actually you can't. It's a legally binding marriage. Unless the captive expresses their rejection or wants to leave; it's legitimate." Human's Family: "Crap. Well, we'll just hire a mercenary or warrior to reverse-kidnap them back!" (*Later...*) Mercenary: "Avast foul demon! I have been sent to reclaim your stolen bride/groom!" Demon, turns to "captive": "Yay or nay, hun?" Human, looks at mercenary: "Ew. Nay. He's older than my dad." Demon, turning on dramatics: "LEAVE THIS PLACE YOU SOLIDER OF FORTUNE! ONLY ONES WITH PURE HEARTS SHALL TAKE THEM BACK!"
Heres a PortSherry comic I feel is very appropriate.
In more serious scenarios, a courtnapping can be faked to safety remove a person in an abusive home. Abusers can't control you if you're behind a giant lumbering demon with a prenup.
DBK got into this in the Tang-era when he and Princess Jade Face were "married". He was just helping her claim her inheritance, since her dad's will would only pay out if she was married (the Underworld Earth-Fox Clan are the "mimicking human/celestial"-trends types). PIF knew of this arrangement, but was still jealous af and nearly blew the whole of Thunder Mountain in her rage (it was how they learned she was pregnant with Red Son).
Zhu Bajie is an odd duck in this case; since he married Gao Cuilan the normal human way, but his instincts told him to steal her away when her family suddenly became hostile towards him. Cuilan didn't really object because she truly loved him, but was upset that contact between her and her family was cut. Even after the couple are legally divorced; Bajie still considers Cuilan his wife - because in a demonic sense, she's still his willing mate. Lots of stories written about the Pilgrims post-Journey have Bajie go back to her so that they can (in human sense) remarry.
Courtnapping still occurs in the modern day; just with a lot of pre-arranged consent involved. Racing, mock-battles, and the spat with between the lovers' parents - demons do love the thrill of the chase after all. But unplanned kidnappings of desired spouses do still happen.
In Red Son and MK's case; they've accidentally been courting each other for a long time. Mostly because they're dorks who don't realise what their rivalry looks like from the outside - especially during the Season 1 era.
Red Son, showing off his plans: "Here is my current brilliant idea for reclaiming our power! Step 1; We engage Noodle Boy and his friends in battle. Step 2: While you two are occupying Dragon Girl and his fathers, I capture Noodle Boy. Step 3: I keep him hidden in my old base in Fire Wind Cave. Step 4: I have full access to the Staff and all of Noodle Boy's magical abilities! It's foolproof!" DBK & PIF: (*share knowing smiles*) PIF: "Dear, I'm glad that you've finally developed an interest in romantic matters - but our current goals do not align with planning a marriage just yet." Red Son, confused: "Huh?" DBK: "And while it would be advantageous if you married Sun Wukong's heir, I feel that tensions between our families are too high to consider even a superficial union." PIF: "It's really sweet that you considered it though." Red Son: (*turns back to planning board, realises that his plan to capture MK resembles a traditional courtnapping*) Red Son, nearly magenta from embarrassment as he tears up the plan: "Err... never mind then."
In season 3 when Red Son saved Mei, Sandy, and MK from the dessert; DBK & PIF weren't mad that they had enemies at the dinner table - but because at a glance it looked like Red Son had stolen himself a spouse without warning them! And he brought some of his spouses family members to hammer out the details!
If the gang hadn't immediately brought up the Samadhi Fire; DBK's next sentence would have been asking them; "What are your intentions with my child? Do we need to provide a dowry? Is there plans for grandchildren?"
Red Son might have died on the spot. XD
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honoringthor · 1 month ago
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I got curious about Apollo’s lovers after someone pointed out there wasn’t just Hyacinth or Daphne so I looked.
I found out that one kid can have a lot of different candidates for their mother.
Disclaimer: a lot of this comes from Wikipedia. I’ve included their sources in italics. It’s a long, incomplete list.
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There is Ademetus of Pherae in Thessaly. He was an Argonaut and hunted the Caledonian boar. His wife loved him so much that she exchanged her life for his so he could live until she was supposed to die. She did this with the help of Apollo. At one time Apollo was sent to work for Adementus as punishment for killing Delphyne, the serpent at Delphi. Apollo fell in love and after his punishment served Adementus out of affection.
Maybe Hymensias (Hymen*) god of marriage ceremonies. He’s also a Erotes**. In most stories he’s a son of Apollo by one of the Muses. Sometimes Dionysus is his dad, sometimes it’s Magnes. There seems to be a lot of instances where someone is either a son or lover depending on who’s telling a story. When he’s the son of Magnes, Apollo Falls in love and stays at Magnes house for a while. (Megalai Ehoiai) Unrelated but he and a bunch of women get captured by pirates and he and the women killed thier captors.
Adonis who it’s said “acted like a man with Aphrodite and a woman with Apollo”. (Ptolemy Hephestion, New History Book 5)
Maybe Boreas 🌬️ who’s the personification of the north wind, storms, and winter. You may know his name from the Hyacinth myth. Some of Boreas’ sons, Zetes and Calais, described Apollo as “beloved of our sire”. (Valerius Flaccus)
Branchus was a former Shepard in Miletus in what’s now Türkiye. Apollo gifted him with prophecy and he introduced the worship of Apollo to Didyma in the Ionian part of Türkiye then mysteriously disappeared.
Carnus was Acarnanian Greek and seer who was taught divination by Apollo who helped raise him. But in some stories they are friends and/or lovers. Unfortunately Hippotes used Carnus’ obscure prophesies as an excuse to murder him. And that’s how the Dorians got a plague, Apollo got a new cult, and the Spartans began celebrating the Carnia.
Cinyras was mentioned by Pindar as “beloved of Apollo” and priest of Aphrodite. (Pindar, Pythian Ode 2) Mars murdered him supposedly because he posed a challenge to Apollo. No idea why Mars would be involved, I’m pretty sure Apollo could handle it.
Cyparissus was loved by Apollo. He also accidentally killed his pet stag and turned into a cypress tree. The cypress then became associated with mourning and now it’s found in many cemeteries. The tree is also sacred to Apollo.
Helenus of Troy/Scarmandrios was a son of Priam and Hecuba and twin of Cassandra. Like his sister he was also a prophet. His name was changed from Scarmandrios to Helenus. (Photius Bibliotheca excerpt)
Hippolytus of Sicyon in the Peloponnesus (Plutarch, Life of Numa 4.5)
Iapyx/Lapis was a lover of Apollo who chose healing as his gift instead of prophecy. He became healer to Aeneas and founded the city of Apulia/Puglia in southern Italy, the stiletto part. He may be the brother of Icarus. (Aeneid XII 391-402).
Maybe Phorbas/Phorbaceus, son of Triopas and Hiscilla, prince of Thessaly, and hero of Rhodes. He was either a rival in love of Apollo or actually his lover.
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Acacllis/Acalle, a princess of Crete. A daughter of Minos and Pasiphae and Ariadne’s sister. She may have had multiple children by Apollo and maybe other gods. Acacllis was a Cretan name of A narcissus flower.
Various Muses. Apollo is their leader and occasional lover who has father multiple children by some of them.
Aegle/Coronis the Lapith*** was a princess of Thessaly and mother of Asclepius. Coronis was turned into the constellation Corvus. (According to Istrus).
Celaeno of Phocis mother of Delphus by Apollo. Phocis is the area of Greece that Delphi is in.
Melaens/Melena was the sister of Celaeno and may have been the mom of Delphus by Apollo instead of her.
Aethusa was a daughter of Poseidon and Alcyone. She bore Apollo Eleuther and Linus making her the great grandma of Orpheus. She’s usually identified as a Thracian****
Chione daughter of Daedalion, By Apollo she bore Philammon, maybe. She’s also mother of Autolycus by Hermes. Then she got cocky and bragged that she was hotter than Artemis. Artemis shot her through her tongue, killing her. Her dad didn’t take it well and Apollo had to turn him into a hawk to save him. Philonis has the same story.
Alciope mother of Linus by Apollo. Maybe.
Chrysothemis maybe a lover of Apollo, she was a poet. She’s also the daughter in law to Dionysus and Ariadne.
Rhoeo was mother of Anius by Apollo. Her mom was Chrysothemis by Staphylus making her grand daughter of Dionysus and Ariadne.
Anchiale according to Servis, she was the mother of Oaxes by Apollo. Maybe.
Areia was a nymph from Crete, daughter of Cleochus, and mother of Miletus by Apollo. (Apollodorus, 3.1.2)
Arsinoe may have been mother to Asclepius instead of Coronis. She also had a daughter by Apollo. Arsinoe was honored as a heroine in Sparta.
Corycia was a naiad from the springs of the Corycian cave on Mt Parnassus in Phocis. She had a son, Lycorus, by Apollo.
Cyrene/Kyrene the lion killer was a Thessalian princess and queen of Cyrene. She killed a lion w/her bare hands and Apollo thought it was hot. She had Aristaeus, Atuchus, and Idmon by Apollo. Idmon was a seer, Aristaeus became a god. Apollo made her queen of Cyrene in NE Libya.
Dia may have been the mother of Dryops by Apollo.
Evadne, Apollo was her first love. She conceived a child, Iamus, on her.
Hecuba was queen of Troy and may of had 2 kids with Apollo, Hector and Troilus. According to Stesichorus,Hecuba was rescued by Apollo during the sack of Troy. She may have been turned into a dog in 2 different stories, one because of her reaction to being given to Odysseus as a slave. In either story This allowed her to escape, now she travels with Hecate.
Hyria/Thyria/Hyrie/Thyrie was mother of Cycnus/Cygnus. May have been turned into a swan like her son.
Issa/Amphissa. Her story was woven by Arachne during her contest with Athene. Achilles may have used this name when he pretended to be a woman.
Leuconoe was a daughter of Lucifer and mother of Philammon. Maybe.
Othreis was an oread in a relationship with Zeus and Apollo. With Apollo she had Phager.
Parthenope of Leleges*****daughter of king Ancaeus of Samos and Samia. She had one of the Lycomedes by Apollo.
Phthia was mother of Doris, Laodocus, and Polypoetes.
Psamathe her chile was torn apart by dogs sometime after she abandoned him. Her father had her murdered for some reason and Apollo avenged her and the child’s death with a plague.
Rhodoessa bore the hero Ceos.
Stilbe was the mother of Centaurus and Lapiths. Centaurus is the ancestor of Centaurs.
Syllis was mother of Zeixippus.
Thero, daughter of Phyla’s and Leipephilene, mother of Chaeron
Thyia is associated with the cults of multiple gods. One of the candidates of the mother of Delphos by Apollo.
Zeuxippe is daughter Athamas and maybe mother of Ptous. Ptous is also an epithet of Apollo.
*no relation to the body part.
**In some myths, Eros is separated into multiple deities called Erotes collectively.
***Lapiths were a legendary ethnic group who lived in Thessaly in the Pineios valley. They were related to centaurs and were excellent horsemen. Unlike their centaur cousins, Lapiths looked like regular humans. They were descended from Apollo. They also fought with the centaurs and won. (centauromachy)
****Thracians were cultures that lived in Bulgaria, Romanian, N Greece, and NW Türkiye. It seems to be an umbrella term, like Celtic or Slavic.
*****Leleges we’re president Greek inhabitants of parts of Greece
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olympeline · 8 months ago
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You ever get struck with an idea for a multi-chapter, 100k+ word fic out of nowhere and you’re just: Damn, son, if only I had the free time to devote to bringing this word child into the world. It would be glorious
I was going about real life and I suddenly thought: #ScotFrUK #Enemies to Lovers #medieval kings and princes AU #Slow Burn #Angst With A Happy Ending. It would be so mmm *chef’s kiss* So good
Like, imagine it’s the early days of the Auld Alliance but it was much more of a big deal than in our world. To the extent that the king of France sends one of his sons to wed the Scottish king, Alasdair, to cement their pact against the English. Francis is reluctant, but obeys. Happily, he and Alasdair turn out to have what TV Tropes would call a Perfectly Arranged Marriage. A real opposites attract deal. They had to marry out of necessity, but soon neither would be with anyone else.
So, there’s the lovers. Where’s the enemy?
Arthur: 🫡
There we go. Arthur is a prince too. But, unlike Francis, he’s both an only child and the heir. Meanwhile Francis is a second or third son. Hence why he was sent away to wed sexy scotsmen instead of staying home to rule. Anyway, Arthur’s father is still alive, but old and sick and noone expects him to live much longer. Arthur comes back from leading England’s army on the continent and his Evil Uncle™ (who has been de facto king thanks to Arthur’s dad’s illness) immediately sends him north to Scotland. Deliberately misleading Arthur about the strength of Alasdair’s forces in the hopes of getting his nephew killed. Then Evil Uncle™ just has to wait for the old king to die and presto: England’s throne is his
So, Arthur and his men get fed some story about Scottish barbarians pillaging northern English villages and cross the border to try and break up this ragtag bandit hoard. Only to be met with the full force of the highlands army, led by the dreaded King Alasdair himself (gee, I wonder who could have tipped them off? Oh Evil Uncle™ you incorrigible scamp, you).
The English troops are badly outnumbered and are soon crushed and scattered. Those that aren’t killed are sent fleeing desperately for the border, Arthur among them. But he’s captured before he can get to safety and dragged before Alasdair. Arthur is smart enough not to reveal his true identity and manages to pass as a knight. Alasdair takes him back to his castle as a “gift” for his beloved Francis
See, despite their instant connection, Alasdair still worries life in the highlands isn’t enough for Francis. That his love will eventually tire of a life that’s more rugged and spartan than he’s used to. Tire and long to return to the rich splendour of France. Spoiler: he won’t. But Alasdair still worries and so gives his king consort a captive English manservant to torment. Hoping it will distract Francis from his (imagined) homesickness. Oh Alasdair, you silly soft headed twit. Francis doesn’t need distracting. Not when he has you ❤️
Either way, Arthur - still hiding his true identity - is presented to Francis. After that it’s the slow burn, enemies to lovers between all three of them. With plenty of ups and downs, and tension and drama (relationship and political) mixed in. Francis, still so in love with Alasdair, but sweating bullets over how attracted he is to Arthur. Alasdair, trying to quash his own attraction to their “guest” while also drowning in longheld feelings of inadequacy that are only getting worse. And Arthur wrestling with the guilt and self-loathing over the fact that he is indeed falling for his captors: the enemies of his people. Give me all that angst and drama and other good stuff! Pretty please
And pretty please also give me the eventual first sexy time. With royal husbands Alasdair and Francis seducing Arthur together, Arthur getting the full 👉👌👈 losing all his inhibitions, and loving every minute of it
Urggh. I want to write it. I really do. I shouldn’t, but I really, really want to
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tsoa-incorrect-quotes · 1 year ago
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Guys I got another idea,
Meanwhile in a certain tent two brothers are having a very deep discussion.
"The Myrmidon camp should be our easiest way to get close to the gates of Troy." Menelaus said, to his older brother.
"Yes, but the problem is that we don't have enough soldiers stationed there." Agamemnon replied.
"The ones we have are strong enough. Didn't you hear about that monster, with the golden spear? They say he appears in the nightmares of the Trojan soldiers, even the Spartan armies near the camp fear him." Menelaus informed him.
"Yeah, and he's pretty useful too... If only we could find another one of those little menaces. It would make things so much easier for us." Agamemnon told his brother.
"TRANSFER ME TO THE MYRMIDON CAMP!" Achilles' suddenly said, while ripping the curtains of the tent open...
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The chariot stopped abruptly. "We have arrived."The chariot driver told the passenger at the back.
Achilles jumped out of the chariot excitedly.
"Finally! After all those years of waiting. After all the pain and suffering I had to go through. After all the loneliness I had to endure. I would finally see my beloved Patroclus again." He ran towards the camp awaiting the sight of a dark haired boy. However the camp was completely empty. It was a desolate place other than a few tents and campsites it was all empty, not a single soul in sight. "Well this is disappointing." He murmured.
"O-oh my! Prince Achilles. I certainly wasn't expecting you here." An old man spike from the shadows of a nearby tent.
"I was transferred to the Myrmidon camp, just recently. I'm here to help storm the gates of Troy and take part in a glorious battle" The prince replied.
"Oh, well I suppose your a bit late." The old man said.
"What do you mean?"
"Recently there has been a bit of a panic. The soldiers of Troy have attempted an ambush. They were planning to make a surprise attack on the soldiers of the Myrmidon camp. I am far to old to continue fighting so they left me here to keep guarding the camp." The old man informed him.
At this Achilles panicked. "What!? An attack!? An ambush!? Where have the soldiers gone?"
"They have left to hold off the soldiers, though I have doubts they can last for long, they weren't exactly prepared for it. There is a big chance that some lives might be lost. Oh well... We're not above making a few sacrifices." The old man said.
He turned to Achilles, and instantly he thought that he might die of a heart attack right then and there. His eyes were covered in shadow, his hands were in fists, you could see the veins popping out his skin. "Where are they..."
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It was the middle of battle, soldiers were screaming left and right. Spears were being thrown, arrows were being shot and swords were being clashed. The ground was stained in blood. It was chaos. The Spartans were not doing well.
"This is unfair!" "This was an ambush!" "You sorry, cheating Trojans, do you have no shame!" The soldiers would cry. It was no use, this was a big army against one small camp.
"This is a mess" Achilles thought as he found the battle field, he could see the Spartan soldiers dying around him. "One of them was Patroclus!" He didn't want to think about it, but that one fact was his only thought. The boy who kept him awake for nights. The boy who was the treasure within his memories. The boy whose smile would shine brighter than the sun. The boy who he has kept him from going insane, through all the suffering here has faced within these past few years. "I will allow this battlefield to burn, I do not care for the lives of these soldiers, I do not care who has to die. I will ensure that my Patroclus will be in my arms once more."
With that thought in his mind, he jumped into the battlefield. He was like a rock thrown at a flock of birds. His presence was enough to cause discord. His onyx armor would reflect the horrified faces of the soldiers. His copper shoes would walk through the blood and bodies of the dead. And his dark helmet would be the last thing that they saw. He held a spear in each hand and carved his way through the armies. Nobody was safe, Spartans, Trojans, he did not care. "Where is he!" His mind wasnt even focused on the screams of the dying warriors, he was distracted with the thought of his lover, who might've already been stabbed through a sword. "No, he is alive he is strong, he is MINE!"
Suddenly a spear would appear from out of nowhere. Achilles made the mistake of turning his head. It would have slipped through the eye socket of his helmet, and it would leave him blind.
The spear was caught, just moments before it could reach his eyes. The hand belonged to a boy with dark skin and silver iron armor. He threw it at the soldier who shot it. It went straight through his head. And the incompetent man was left for dead.
The dark haired boy looked at the man in dark armour. They stared at each other, despite the anarchy and the chaise around them they both stood still. It was as if the screams of the dying soldiers around them were clogged too their ears, the splashes blood were dripping slowly, and the spears were moving in slow motion.
( Guys the man who was left back at camp was supposed to be the old guy, who was friends with Hercules but I forgot his name)
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flowersforhyacinth · 9 months ago
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Haii!! This blog is devoted to the silly fun blorbo the Spartan prince we all know and love, Hyacinthus !! This ask blog will work like any other, so here’s a few rules I want to lay out first.
RULES & DISCLAIMERS — 🌿
Please keep asks PG ! As the mod running this account, I am a minor myself and will not be entertaining asks that are too far!! (Other than that, you can pretty much ask him about anything, himself, favorite things , Apollo, zephyrus, etc.)
You can interact with Hya (such as giving him presents and hugs) !! don’t be shy !!
The blog might be slow so don’t expect content at least everyday, ^^ mod has school to run from
Hyacinthus’ personality will be my own envision of him!
This blog is sent after his death, where he is immortalized by Apollo ::) ! Thus explaining the hyacinths growing from the discus hit ::/
This Hyacinthus has relationships (platonic) with others too! (Ganymede, Adonis, nerites, Ariadne, psyche, etc.) feel free to ask about them.
This blog is open to asks that circle around TOA as well.
that’s pretty much it for now, please have fun asking our silly prince your fun questions !
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authortobenamedlater · 2 years ago
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While writing For Better Or Worse and Messy Together I Google Image searched Anna Popplewell for some reference on Chyler’s facial expressions. Have a little fun with me.
This would be a perfect wedding picture template. Except in my headcanon, Lasky and Silva didn’t really have a wedding, so.
(This is actually Anna and Ben Barnes at the Prince Caspian premiere)
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If they’d had a wedding, maybe Chyler would have looked like this.
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Or this.
(At this point I was just having fun looking at the pretty dresses on Reign)
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Here, Chyler is done with Tom’s BS.
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She can’t believe that much brilliance and stupidity could reside in a single body.
Most wives feel this way at some point. Chyler feels it on a literal galactic scale.
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But Tom’s still brave and honorable and blah blah blah and he looks good in the dress whites.
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Chyler would 100% go scorched earth on anyone who tried to hurt him.
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She just wishes he would cool it with the bat$#*! stunts.
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If he did, though, he wouldn’t really be the man she loves anymore.
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She’s still giving him this look, 30 years after Forward Unto Dawn.
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And he’s still not having it.
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It was harder to find an “I’m not having this” image for Lasky than I thought it would be.
This is from Halo 5 but for my purposes it’s Lasky looking between his wife/XO, Spartan complement commander, and maybe his ship’s AI all of whom are trying to talk him out of doing The Thing.
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talenlee · 7 months ago
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CoX: Bael
This is an explanatory writeup of one of my Original Characters (OCs). Nothing here is necessarily related to a meaningful fiction you should recognise and is shared because I think my OCs are cool and it’s cool to talk about OCs you make.
So he’s an incubus? Is that the word for a boy one?” “Succubus and Incubus refer to ‘bottom’ and ‘top’, you know.” “Whoah, really? Then which one is he?”
“I’m RIGHT HERE.
Bael really doesn’t like the word ‘sidekick.’ It hovered over him too long – first as a Demon Prince’s human-world emissary, then the caged pet of a Thorn mage, and finally as the protege of one of Paragon’s heroes. It was a tightly-packed few years.
Now the leader of the Young Spartans, Bael makes it his job to get the best out of his entire team.
Bael is a shirtless swaggering demon hero, covered in magical runes that glow as he fights. What he does has so many of the hallmarks of a ‘demon’ ability in a story, being able to ‘poof’ from point to point, short teleportations, making deals, and of course, the danger represented by a character who is both immune to fire and capable of pulling souls out of bodies. Not that he does that much. Bael is a melee combatant who deals with ranged opponents by just teleporting into them; appearing behind someone with a puff of smoke and a crack of an impact.
Despite being extremely tough and capable a fighter, Bael is also a tactical thinker and a leader who believes it’s important to understand his friends extremely well. To that end, he spends time studying them, training with them, but also, supporting them emotionally and ensuring they trust him. This means he wants to position himself in the middle of fights to be able to create opportunities for his more powerful, more specialised friends, and to take hits so they don’t have to.
Bael has a few weaknesses he can’t route around. Thanks to being a devil there are locations he can be literally warded out of. It’s hard to sneak around in a church while your skin is burning. He’s completely unable to be subtle about his body – thanks to his incubus nature, people notice him, he is captivating to the eye. There are whole disciplines of magic designed to attack someone like him, too.
Mechanics
Bael is a Fire Armour/Dark Melee tanker, one of the most survivable combos you can have out of the gates. It’s a really strong build because both your armour and attack sets overlap on ways to keep you alive. Two self heals, two endurance recovery tools, two damage boosters, and a resistance armour that ties into a -tohit defense set, it even has a big area damage attack in Fire Armour’s Burn to compensate for what was, at one time, the weaker area damage in Dark Melee.
Bael’s build, which is pretty expensive, has:
45% melee defense
35% smashing and lethal defense
25% cold and fire defense
90% resistance to smashing, lethal, and fire damage
66% resistance to energy and negative energy
165% global recharge, so permanent hasten, and almost permanent Soul Drain
It’s an undeniably pricey build. Purples and ATOs! But it’s also a build that leans heavily into my existing laziness. He has Physical Perfection instead of fireball because I really didn’t want to care about managing my endurance.
Exports still don’t work on Mids Reborn, so no link for you. RIP. That’s for the best, it means you haven’t seen the way he hasn’t been rebuilt since the change to Flight a year ago.
History
In character, Bael is one of the founders of the Young Spartans supergroup, of which we’ve also discussed Brand and Hext. Bael, the former sidekick of the Robot Superhero Evocatus, was found once upon a time as an errant demon child summoned accidentally by Hellions. A few heroes considered the task of rearing him, and he was eventually adopted by the robot hero Evocatus. Evocatus, as an entirely inhuman entity, was immune to a lot of the demonic magic the boy had. Over time, Evocatus, who was very good at extremely dense, theory-led visions of ethics and morality, helped to contain the boy’s magic and taught him to be a good hero, a good leader, and a good friend. Evocatus is also why the boy is covered in runic tattoos – safety wards that protect other people from the his magic without consent. When he achieved majority Evocatus gave him a stipend of cash to help him strike out on his own, and assured him he would support him when he could.
It’s the single best relationship between mentor and sidekick that exists in the Young Spartans.
The history of the character though, well, that’s much longer.
What a thread this character has taken. In the true Loachevsky litany of names tradition, the story starts with a demon boy called Conspyre. Conspyre was a blaster who, back on Live, was created to be part of a friend’s supergroup project that wanted prestige for base building (Conspyre even one day became the character Brand). Inspired by this character and while waiting for others to play, I made him a villainous fire/fire dominator brother, Expyre. Expyre fell in with a roleplay group, that treated him badly and disintegrated, so I tried again, rebuilding the character and remaking him as a martial artist channelling a dragon’s energy. Then, that fell through again and I found myself with the project to make the Young Spartans.
A detail missing between here, I suppose, is that Expyre’s build, in the context of the in-game economy, was absurd. It was very hard to level a Dominator, I had a lot of time to play around in the marketplace and he wound up being an expensive build in an expensive time. Without access to Incarnate material, he was still fantastically powerful.
The Young Spartans was kind of an act of personal defiance. A lot of my characters had entered RP spaces, and then been ghosted or abused and rather than delete them when I left, I used my resources to rename and rebuild the characters and put them in their own RP SG that ultimately, was just me and just my characters. Perhaps a little sad to say ‘hey, I have solved the problem of other people treating me badly, by withdrawing from everything’ but I feel like the result was a lot of stuff that makes me happy and can serve as a good example to other people what I like about superheroes. The Young Spartans are a supergroup composed of former sidekicks, all having left their former mentors happily or otherwise, and it was in this group that I decided my over-built, expensively crafted Dominator was going to be an important, central character in the group.
That remake was Bael. The noble demon, the devil boy, the heroic leader of a group of rejects and losers holding themselves together, and damnit he’d be bloody hot.
Then the game shut down.
I played Bael a bit in G4 RP, post-City superhero RP. With a whole bunch of dollies to rebuild and put together I could take some ideas and explore them in a lot of different ways. Some of these ideas worked out really well when I shared them with other friends – undeniably in my mind, Bael was massively improved by the idea of having had a Robot Mentor! That’s something that comes from Cass and it’s now 100% bedrock to how he wound up being so well rounded and sensible. Bael’s whole wing of powers working on consent, meaning that sure, he could do cool demon things to people as long as they wanted him to was a big part of it too, which is in no small part informed by Cae.
When we got City back in Homecoming, I resisted for a bit remaking the characters, but couldn’t stop myself because I had their costume files and I liked them a lot. That meant I brought back Bael, and because now I had the character much more solidified in my mind, I made him with his new build; a Tanker, which meant that he was taking point ahead of his friends.
It’s such an unnecessary detailed backstory for ‘hot demon anime big brother figure.’ But here we are.
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dearlyfictitious2 · 2 years ago
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I've been thinking on this particular scene for a while, I thought it might be fun to post a draft of it here as a teaser of sorts.
Set in the past, before the death of Pallas.
A large group of mortals were circled around two combatants, one with a bronze spear and another with a sword. They weren't anyone of importance, but their brutality was enough to garner the attention of a pair of gods.
That is to say, at least one of them.
"This isn't what I'd consider 'worthy' enough to leave my comfortable realm."
"Tsch, if it wasn't for me you'd never leave the damn oceans. Put some sun on your back sometime would you?"
Prince Triton let out an airy laugh, "I don't suppose you'd ever care to repeat that in front of your brother Apollo, would you?" he mocked.
The other god gagged, "And let him lord it over me? No thanks." he grabbed a fistful of dates from a servant and popped one into his mouth. He glanced down from their lookout atop a cliff, "So, who's your money on?"
"You ask as if I care about the outcome."
"Come on!" the larger god threw his hands up in exasperation.
"If it doesn't concern itself with the oceans, then I have no interest."
"You gotta admit, that guy's technique with a spear is pretty impressive. I bet you're gonna try and replicate it as soon as you go back to Atlantis."
"Hmm, it seems I shall."
The other god watched as Triton tossed his long silky hair from his shoulders, it fell into place perfectly rearranged at the small of his back. Most spartan warriors grew their hair out long, but none came close in length to his companion. The Sea Prince had the longest hair of any male in their pantheon, it swayed gently in the wind as though it was still underwater. For a Son of Poseidon, he was on lankier side, but well built; it suited his stern but lovely countenance much more than the burly build that he sported.
Not that he'd tell Aphrodite, but he also had the longest lashes he'd ever seen on a deity.
Triton caught him staring and raised an unimpressed eyebrow.
"Ares, what are you thinking about now in that violence filled head of yours?"
"That you're kind of weird for our kind." the other War God answered honestly.
Triton let out a sharp huff, "As if that's something I haven't heard before." he reached for his servant's platter, grabbed an entire live crab, and ate it whole. Shell and all.
"Tri... that was disgusting."
Ares' disgust quickly morphed into amusement as Triton wiggled the still twitching crab claw from his mouth in place of his tongue.
Yeah.
They were pals...a long time ago.
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themoomoorn · 2 years ago
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LA SAGA DE BAGUETTE PART TROIS: JE SUIS UNE PETITE FILLE TRES TRISTE
...Sigh...
...when we last left our little ingenue, he stumbled across a bizarre bracelet that was spit out of a nebulous void called the "Dee-Ell-Cee," and apparently it had three entire Emblems inside of it. These three Emblems are quite infamous in the sense that one of them doesn't really qualify as what FEE defines as an "Emblem."
The definition in this case is a "Hero of Yore."
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Emblème, engager...whoo...Dieu aide moi...
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We get off the wrong foot immediately, because even when the Fodlan games and spinoffs asserted that these three would be great together, they show the exact opposite...sort of. The two guys are distant at worst and get along well enough at best, while the five-head elephant in the room looks down on both of them and ignores them. So in that sense, Edelgard is correct in her statement involving appearances.
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Case in point: "Claude, you have the intelligence of a cockroach." Seriously, other than their bogus alliance in Hopes, when has she ever spoken politely to him?
And what's more, while 3H's graphics are pretty bad, the models for these Emblems, even compared to the others, are downright ugly.
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Koei: "We would've done another soft reboot for Fodlan to make you like Edelgard more, but IntSys didn't want us in the developer's room this time ლಠ益ಠ)ლ"
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The Engaged color palettes for all of the DLC units bar Tiki are much darker compared to the canon Emblems, and no matter which of the House Lords is up front, the Engaged unit will be wearing an Officer's Academy uniform. While this Emblem bracelet is probably better in terms of utility compared to a few of the ring Emblems, I've found the 3H bracelet to be pretty poor in the mid-to late game - for one, the swap gimmick doesn't even pan out since you need to fully upgrade the Bond ranking in order to even access Areadbhar and Failnaught (even if Dimitri or Claude are leading, you're stuck with Aymr as the Emblem's main weapon until you reach said ranks, and this version of Aymr operates like a Great weapon, which are very piddling weapons overall unless an Armored unit is using it), and you can just freely pick one of their Gambits no matter who's leading anyway. Their combined attack is okay, but it's otherwise a basic super attack that doesn't even move you elsewhere (Sigurd, Celica) and it can't be done at a distance (Lyn).
As far as their actual inheritable skills...other than Lineage (it's extremely cheap to inherit - 200 SP - and accelerated EXP growth is always welcome in a game that encourages early promotion/reclassing), they suck.
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Man ;_;
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In one of several instances of Fodlan's canon being wibbly, Alear-Baguette calls Claude by a title he doesn't obtain until Part II.
Everything about Fodlan is very malleable...except, ironically, with Byleth, who has a very meshed out personality not only like they do in Heroes, but it's consistent!
Le sigh...
With some Skirmishes, grinding, and smithing out of the way, we make our way across the border and into Brodia, the austere, autumnal kingdom that sure does love its strength. The economy boons in the face of strength! Not in a darwinistic kinda way, but more in a Spartan kinda way. They're ambishus and want to expand dong territory...
and yet they're somehow remarkably less shitty about it than Almyra.
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...I either am going to like you enough, or not like you at all.
This is Alcryst, the second prince of Brodia. After threatening Al and Baggy with self-defense-mediated murder for broaching the border, Baggy flashes his divine creds, leading to the events of the image above this statement. I am honestly shocked that Alcryst doesn't have a crop to self-flagellate himself with at all times.
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Alcryst giving off A-1 off model vibes in this image.
The two ladies are his retainers (Citrinne and Lapis). They're among the game's better characters, but also wind up as victims of its very weird balancing system.
The weird "system" in question is that in Engage, the majority of units you recruit in succession will almost always be objectively better than the ones you began with, with very few exceptions. Even factoring in the low growths across the board, multiple units that come after Chapter 10 or so not only maintain higher bases with good EXP scaling, but the Personal Skills they come with are, again, objectively better than those who came before you.
For example, Clanne and Framme's synchronicity of their personal skills works well in the early game (they get specific buffs if they're adjacent to Alear), but they ultimately pale in comparison to the likes of the free range debuffing abilities that the retainers of the Elusian princesses carry with them. Clanne and Framme also have very odd growths that require reclassing in order to tinker with (Clanne makes for a poor mage despite starting off as one, but also has a poor Strength growth).
As we cross the bridge to meet with the king, we discover that the vaguely "Satanic" winter kingdom of Elusia is mounting an invasion - excuse me, a counter-invasion, as Brodia had attempted to invade Elusia in the past due to their "barbarism" of...worshipping the Fell Dragon.
I have some issues with this little nugget besides the fact that it goes about thirty feet before stopping, but that's for another post.
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This little cotton candy clown with all the model clipping is Hortensia, the second princess of Elusia, and the childish and bratty one amongst the nobles in this game. She scores some points for A.) Actually acknowledging how odd Alear's looks are, and 2.) Having a little spat with Alcryst that actually bothers to go steps beyond the tepid "ideals" spiel that 3H forces at us (Dimitri's actual logic on CF 17 notwithstanding).
Yes, the spat is "Brodia invaded us and is hurting civvies" vs. "You're barbarians who worship a giant snake that destroys everything and little more," but it goes a step beyond if we consider that the Jesus figure in this world is an actual, living person walking among them! Alear is the child of God slated to become God, you know!
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After a fairly okay map of gunning down fliers galore, we see Hortensia call a retreat to...her retainers, and no one else. I will give 3H credit in that the addition of battalions and larger armies does add meat in terms of battle scaling.
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Veyle-Waif is here again, seemingly unable to remember how she got here. How Very Mysterious(tm). In any case, here's her casually dropping a plot twist.
Alear is her brother, in case you haven't played an FE game ever.
And now's the moment we've all been waiting for!
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DIAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANT I LOVE HIM
If Alear weren't our main character, I'd love for Diamant to have been our Lord! He fits the classic archetype with a few fun twists wedged in. He's handsome, he's an adult, he's perfectly simple and complex, both language voices fit him beautifully, and his design is fantastic (all of the Brodians have decent designs, actually, although Alcryst's random barrette is dumb). His combat utility is decent enough - it has some issues, but further into the game he doesn't drop off like a boulder the way the Firene units (bar Alfred) do. Speaking of Alfred, these two are fun to see together too.
Diamant, being Brodia's responsible Crown Prince, isn't 100% on board with razing Elusia and their not-Satanists, but Elusia's invading and since their king wants the Fell Snek back in action and the Fell Snek eats babies, they're kind of in a corner. What's more, our very own Jesus-Bagel is explicitly on a holy mission to collect all the nations' Emblem Rings because they're the key to stopping Snekky, and that unfortunately includes Elusia's. As Brodia is allied, albeit distantly, with Firene, they opt into helping Baguetty-Spaghetti on his quest.
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Despite being responsible for causing a lot of trouble for Elusia, King Morion is actually a good father to his two sons, which is why Alcryst's self-esteem problems can come off as...uh...well. As we will see later on, he is unfortunately not the sharpest tool in the shed, and this lovely little interaction combined with that fact points to all signs that he's a goner.
Brodia seems to only have one Emblem Ring, and it's Roy's. He throws it to his son like a dog playing fetch.
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"I bet you don't wanna watch Cocomelon with me later, huh?"
With our objective at hand, Elusia rears its head once again. While the next map's primary objective is to defeat a boss, it's also a defense map, which is a nice change of pace. It is also here that we are introduced to...
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...the sensual woobie of the cast (and Crown Princess of Elusia), Ivy. She's a stone cold, magic-casting wyvern flier who's dutiful and driven to server her father, King Hyacinth. It's nothing personnell, kid, she just wants the Emblem Rings.
She also somehow hasn't stabbed herself in the neck with the kind of jewelry she wears, is somehow able to see past the giant fascinator on her head, has no thigh chafing despite her concept art clearly emphasizing that she's going commando underneath that dress, and is able to ride sidesaddle on a wyvern without falling off. The suspension of disbelief set by Claude being able to pull a Parthian shot/stand upright on the saddle/do backflips on his white wyvern has some serious competition.
(I actually do like Ivy as a character...but her design is silly even by this game's standards. Same for Hortensia. I'm also just tired of the specific trope Ivy falls under in FE as a whole).
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One of Diamant's retainers, Amber, talking like a toddler for some reason (his other retainer, Jade, will be introduced in the following Chapter). One of the funny things about Amber is that his English voice sounds like...
uh
V*c Mog*ana
But in a slightly lower pitch.
ANYWAY -
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-Ow, now that's the edge!
With the castle successfully protected and rings/bracelets in hand, we prepare to march on Elusia. Despite the foreshadowing striking us with the force of someone being flung out of the windshield after a car crash, this moment is surprisingly touching. It's something more FE parents ought to think about, ya know.
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Unfortunately, King Morion hears none of it, and is anticipating Alear going all manakete once they succeed in wiping out the Snekkists.
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...man. And I'm actually enjoying this guy's vibe. Shame it's gonna end soon ;_;
(This moment is also another underrated one, because Alear has a mini-crisis where he asks himself, "wait, can I turn into a dragon??? Help???")
Next time on ManaketeBall Grand Tour, we march on Elusia, where bad things will definitely, absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, happen. But first, some odds and ends!
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Alfred is the first character I got a gold wax seal on. These share hobbies, talents and backgrounds, and comes with a very soft picture of the unit in elegant costume.
This is also the first hint about his health.
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Brodia's favored edible fare include meats and starch. The princes both like haggis, which is a dish originating in Scotland whose real life equivalent closely matches the description shown above.
This is more me being salty towards my IRL coworkers in regards to cuisine.
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Out of all the inexplicable traits that doesn't seem to really show through, Citrinne having Resting Bitch Face is in the Top 5 for this game.
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Damn, Diamant doesn't like horse manure either.
'Till next time.
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ilunand · 2 months ago
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MODERN APARTMENT (APHRODITE)
— WHO HAS HER HEART BEEN WAITING FOR?
Stars, glitter, and gold — pretty like the shores waving off the tide but all that glitters isn’t gold (Tolkien), much like the low-lying seas that birthed her. Does he love? She wonders. This stranger, this mystery that a wormhole has spit into her apartment. She wants to know. She longs, like a nymph after nature, yearns like the moon craves the sun’s reflection. There is one without the other yet they work indefatigably as a pair. The cosmos knows no coincidences. Could there be a beautiful ending for her weary heart?
A wave of pity grips her. His mind, she fears, has been shattered into irreparable shards. A dark crystal — that is what he is. Hers. She found him. Why should instability claim him? His aura, it’s negative, painful. She doesn’t need to touch him to feel it. The second she laid eyes on him, she senses a connection, something that enlightens her soul. His presence suddenly makes her existence less mundane. They say opposites attract or was it birds of a feather that flock together? She beheld him with starry, glimmering eyes or was it simply her natural, cheerful disposition? One could only guess.
Mercy and desire burn her with their twin afflictions. Should she do what was right, send him back to his true home, if he had one? Or should she keep him, adopt him like a stray? Questions lingered on the edge of her tongue: What is your name? Who are you? Impatience stirs within her, becoming the goddess she was — impervious to history’s austerity towards those who broke the rules. She didn’t want to see him like this, nor did she want to view the world through pessimistic lenses. She doesn’t fancy seeing him like this. An idea struck her.
She has had a sale lately. Produced a big batch. The world clamoured for her supernatural drug, for microdoses of bliss, even if temporary. If it’s supernatural, is it superficial? If superficial, is it bad? These thoughts flutter through her mind but she brushes them aside for the matter at hand. Despite the demand, she had one dose left — a blessing from a goddess, reserved for someone special. He looked like he needed it.
Like a vitamin pill, she offers him the purple-coloured caplet and lets him make his choice. She says nothing with her hand outstretched. They’ve only just met but this must be fate. The Fates have sent him to her. Her eyes, earnest, seek to convey her sincerity in cheering him up. A blessed face shouldn’t look so glum.
This is only the beginning.
OFFSHORE, BEACH, UNKNOWN (VENUS)
— WHO DO YOU LOVE?
The goddess’s thoughts drifted as she sat on the sand, her knees drawn up to her chest. A wounded warrior, nighttime strands and melancholia had won her (other) bleeding heart again. The gentle breeze tugged at her hair, and she couldn’t help but smile, wry and bittersweet. Love is cruel but nothing to its mistresses, the fates. The dawn of time and titans had seen too many glorious heroes buried far too soon.
“Are you prepared to be devastated?”
That is love in a name. All is fair in love and war, the latter started in the former’s name. Venus tells him of the destructive power of romantic passion and desire. The love affair between:
Helen, wife of the Spartan king Menelaus, and Paris, prince of Troy. The most beautiful woman in the world offered to Paris. Men, Luna commented, were much simpler in those times. Dangerously simple when the world was reduced to its groundwork without technology. This insanely beautiful gift would later lead to a decade-long war between the Greeks and Trojans.
Mark Antony, a Roman general, and Cleopatra, the queen of Egypt. Their alliance and relationship doubled as a political and romantic union, ultimately leading to the Final War of the Roman Republic. Antony’s support for Cleopatra and their combined forces were defeated, eventually leading to the fall of both Antony and Cleopatra. This war marked the end of the Roman Republic and the beginning of the Roman Empire.
History bore a pattern, one that seemed to repeat itself endlessly. What was time if not a drop in the sandbox for immortals like her?
“Will you devote your heart?” She turns her head to face the newcomer in the illusion of her palace. “Or will you run?”. 
None have been known to escape Aphrodite’s clutches, especially not with the promise of brain-altering happiness working their minds. Don’t get too addicted. Love is an undependable, fickle thing. Before he goes, Venus leans in with a warning in a whisper: "Choose wisely, dark crystal".
MODERN APARTMENT (LUNA)
Her heart is jumpy. She hopes he says yes.
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gritandpowerarmor · 1 year ago
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Saying Goodbye to 9th Edition
The last Rogue Trader tournament of 9th at the nearby FLGS. They’re (hopefully) moving to a new location, aiming to (hopefully) be ready for a June tournament before a proper reopening. I hope the store survives. Moving tends to be the death knell for a lot of game stores (I’ve seen it twice). There are others in the city, but they’re all the way across town through traffic I can’t stand anymore. Spending twenty four hours trapped in a car in crawling traffic really, really screwed my head around on just how long I’m willing to crawl along. 
So, to hope!
I went 1-2. Not a triumphant note to go go out on, but I had a great time. Brought my Night Lords with a alright 1,805 point list. A Land Raider Spartan, a Chaos Land Raider, two squads of Cultists, three squads of Slaaneshi Legionaries, two separate Obliterators, two Rhinos and a Warpsmith as warlord.
The other 195 points were a fun, totally intentionally imposed handicap squad of shooty Tzeentch Legionaries who did nothing in every game they were in. In the one game they did do something, they did the job of Chaos Cultists could have done far more easily and then failed to hurt anything. It’s an overcommitment to a bit: Legionaries (the Slaanesh Legionaries die when you give them a mean look, but mostly did their job). The best one would have been a Nurgle Daemon Prince with G’holl’ax and Dirty Fighter for trouble shooting. 
Three matches, three short write ups.
Game 1: Thousand Sons and Daemons, Recover The Relics 
Went second. A lot just went wrong this game.  Land Raider was exposed got got Infernal Gateway’d (which probably wasn’t in range, but sigh for not asking). Three mortals to the Raider, three to the Spartan, and three to my Warlord. Wasn’t a huge hit, but didn’t help. Just kind of muddled along after that. Only managed to skill a few stray Rubrics here and there, alongside Ahriman. Ended turn three to lose at 30-87.  The Daemon Prince troubleshooter would have been immensely useful here.  Bad secondary picks didn’t help. 
Highlights:
Just utterly wailing on Ahriman turn 1. Shouldn’t have gotten that close!
The Lord of Change just absolutely refusing to die, no matter what I threwea at it. 
Game 2: Death Guard, Abandoned Sanctuaries 
Went second.
This kind of set the tempo here. Spartan got deleted turn 1 by mass fire from Plagueburst Crawlers and a pair of Contemptors supported by a Tallyman. If I’d gone first, I could  have stayed on top of the Death Guard’s firepower and kept thing a bit more even. As it was, there’s just not much you can do about twin Contemptors with exploding shots who just pick up your units without trying. A long bomb charge from the center Blightlord didn’t help things and fouled up my board center to an unrecoverable point.
Secondary plan kind of worked, a little. Sanctuaries doesn’t allow you deploy in no man’s land, but you can Deep Strike with From the Night turn one into the opponent's deployment zone.  Behind Enemy Lines mostly worked as an easy score here. But the Blightlords cleaned house (what little wasn’t blasted away by the Contemptors). 
The highlight of the match for me was assassinating the enemy daemon prince with a fights twice from some Slaaneshi Legionaries. The math here was pretty simple. The prince only had six attacks and a claw. Not enough to kill the whole squad. Dice broke my way a little on its hits and wounds, which helped, but enough of the squad survived to do the job. Not a useful move, but hey, if it works. 
46-84
Game 3: Leagues of Votann, Greater Thurian League, Death and Zeal
Went. Second.
Which worked out for me!
The loss of the first turn was a Rhino to the Land Fortress, but that was fine, honestly. Scored some early points with a decent charge from a disembarking Rhino squad, which got points off the mission tertiary and The Long War, and wiped out a squad of League bikers, scoring an easy six points at the start. Dropped my first Obliterator and forgot to shoot with it. Not great!
Fun thing happened though. My opponent thought Leagues had lost their AP reduction. If this is gibberish to you: GW gave a bunch of factions Armor of Contempt, which reduced modifiers on armor saves by one. They yoinked it at the start of the season. Leagues have a separate rule, called Void Armor which does the same thing. My opponent had ben playing it wrong all day, on top of not knowing their bikers were obsec (though that’s pretty well hidden in the League codex)
Anyway. This was more of a game. I was able to keep up the pressure and mostly trade up. Highlights include:
1. The Spartan destroying the already damaged Land Fortress, where it promptly exploded. It deleted six Hearthkyn warriors and spread mortal wounds around. 
2. A squad of Slaanesh Legionaries breaking the line and getting in the enemy HQ ruin. Swept hrough the ruins, and over two turns killed the Kahl and the remaining Hearthkyn, tied up the supporting Thundekyn, then fell back, wore down the Grimnir and came in clutch for another double dip on tertiary on the fourth turn, and holding the enemy rear objective with the dazed Aspiring Champion on one wound. 
3. Both Obliterators getting deleted in turn by rail rifles that cut right through them. 
4. The last Thunderkyn getting fleeing in terror on a six. The Night Lords morale snipe does happen from time to time. 
5. The Tzeentch Legionaries utterly wiffing their only chance of glory,, and getting schooled by the Hearthguard. Truly a waste of points.
Had a blast, and was also the absolute last game finished. A nice end to a long (sweaty, mostly literally) day
So, that’s 9th, probably. It wasn’t the worst edition, but it was very, very killy. 10th is purportedly trying to fix that. We’ll see. For now, time to do some more painting and wait for (dawn/dusk/eclipse, delete as appropriate for the new edition). 
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libidomechanica · 2 years ago
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Untitled (“The world the question impossible, because of God do”)
A ballad sequence
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The world the question impossible,     because of God do goe, and woes th’ approaching,     he came home leave you know?
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The Prince de Ligne have swords and pale,     cold even shapely—just a riddle the air, but somewhere     be express in an echo
of his grim knighted at their     guns with must make rules by bring Love god dawn’d on Europe’s     sacred mouth—rather thrown
to over his very poor     insolence slips plied, his soul, and though this scene in mocked on the     drive, and long bank of the
town surrounded, friend who name was     offer upward it, and lights in joy. How like showed he fell,     and its applause, save we
below they will one, Her Grace was     of a little bits are they began to walk by moon, the     shepherds sway, had heart light;
Live! I cald my plight, and wept outright,     while the Eternal, which glows a moment—and all this     poorly imitate the
bells for lack of ivory wrinkled     with a kingdomes gains. Like some boats and war. Diffuse that     bottle-conjurer, brother
as your himself have either     knee. Their wings of their tunes, when Londonderry draw them, and     earth of radiant fire, and
the world away shee is iron     age, goethe hall, you like a parchment of the many mountains,     the lay; the year? Your baby
man who lately at his upon     such doom waits each like their father, showing but do not     endurance; cheerful, never
done, and scarce sustaine the silence     with my spring, they look’d up a great heart lightning? Heaving     between so absurd.
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Who all in love, that time, so fleet     and broke, that sprinkled with debt: for how could not hear and our     owling hound trembling pool
at noon in a kitchen, and where     though sweet and discover, but come, with death, welcoming back     into the trophies of
me; well, well acquaint of what if     a long debate; but, link’d without vest; in aspect, that rugged     it was deafen’d ear
is by to-morrow shown. Have fallen—     on things right, as bearing wish the best pleasing on deck,     because their names from behind
sometimes, or in the while her     first least glass of the Eternal graces might for the hum     of her secrets, fearful
of all the man who had more detail,     who love by the linnet pours, and I discern a wood     and such pretty wenches
are there, why chooses, by water     years, as with the pomp might broken system, approved death the     tops shall but death, he reason;
their full brings about there’s     no bad mistake, dear to sorrow which I gaze into     relation with my dear
religions of what was not very     colour; five rusty toilet, but one general behind, but     come; the very essence
Hell. Stella, in whirls in ice; its     very mirror’s magic sight, the braine so many that from     become? Which I by land
and gaze into a frowned her cheeke,     to the puppet of fear, thoughts we close cap and mute, while I     the world, and Kingcups, and
sitting all those the blossom’d gable-     ends at the frail shell, lies to traceless will final     sign the whiter the Lady
in a way she peered full of     that happens in Scarlot like flame translate and what all     familiar gracious that which
she is wounded! Day so doubt; or     like some beare, quench thy love doth come down to the first sweet; but     had done another’s bosom
burn’d round, you drink and life as     Willie had, I knew by that, and would open the same heart—     slower, of sine and gall.
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Let me remain’d to dedicate,     and blackbird in your conscious driven by the light is thy     loud Allahs’ now began
to me. Has such a spirit tender     they seem but that of a Spartan brother without thy     dew to separations,
as not and knee-high tree of mine,     as roll. While I melt; make rules, our character where the moon     I shall regard father
than from the forth, as tedious,     graceless alarm came with that time, a grave half his lecture     facing and though in our
call! In the promove: for white hand,     to sigh, because, that their pride with music. Discretion his     poorly imitate thy
heauy mould long prayer former     magnitude, I know solitaire? A long been readers e’er got     in a single sits, but
deems himself has ceas’d to bury     all time? The deer, but they bore he made three, I would be written,     her eyes as worth. Your
poets can say a world in the     greater that steal in another days; their amiable     existed? Or if I
were—where you explored since he hung,     and the Sprite yet restlesse paining, regret. Well, I make the     dead body is writ each
Gazette. A softer light, I pray     for blue the orchard-plot; and, treated one, their hand is scarce     a things the tracery
of the Eye would renown she sings     he had small stronger read— off—of course thee more. The glass, and     Lesbia, close up to the
the shore the brain is just buying     the air would not chuse but the sister’s hunger mouth, that skirt     the firmament reasons
find, to address’d up, dear topp’d off     ordination, and says no more fit; never more terrible     weigh’d, she deem’d her hands.
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Who, though the valleys, an’ wi’ her     eye, number one is that vnto the teeth, for Caesar’s I am,     yet so divine
connexions served the day are leathery     mountains, our chat, we’d livery, some this one of sense     to have resident’s mouth
of dancing grace I sunbathed     in our waking of time. Late tyr’d with you. So dearer to     sex. Lady of Shalott.
But where I still was bound our siluer     son and Bills; but there, in bristling in tight sublime, and     he sport, along in its
beauties in the day closed, or tiptoe     of all know, a man but saw this same look’d down, call aloud     the door a quantity
of thine, although the white horses.     Down the warmth about divulging its way in the more,     oh, not heard the shade retreats
from a darkness. ’ The bright, nigh,     follow month to knows what; and brothers here, the Prince mind, I     can’t open’d next? Can’t feels
right, so that which sure of delights     controls, and and such bad- mixture of an idle wrath fierce     that, thought of thee frown one
kiss her; take a monk, array; why     doe I loue? As dour and with the conqueror’s magic sight     arise to look into
spring at lasts the Turks, who were     learne in their Zeale grows stormy east-wind keep not, joy delight     is to boast—as if
you’d like plain he heart made where apart;     yet, O me: what mostly my gude luck a maiden paths     so dear a heauen gan over,
and the spirit tenderly     i’m fascinations, where they shall be past bound of those two     more, oh, never had been
declared, far from their images     would have slept, since, and cannot but each more, plaint of women;     and scream enclareted;
and the husting sire that now     began to the pale and was much hope, our hostess and with     th’ inward feather,
from heare these greyhounds of twelve     consolation is on her grunzie wi’ a kiss sedately; maud     is not their literally
everything to your mother, he     would afford; but in the sun dies in the good heard. And as     the intense atom glows
now, ready runs zigzag toward her     sails were some face hath, with the child! At trundling of this free;     so, where not seen me
anywhere. Know I could curb it he     had caught I do not thy native was enclosed, and we went     out and my own onion.
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With one and one world. Like him, if     he darken’d whole World should he, the next to myself over     things, exceptions of thy love-time, so stammer a hall the     fleeth afore fainting her.
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Toward laughter, and dropping sounds, by     union—slashington. Who watch, heroines of her eye, yet     of my young charnel-roof!
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When all poetic are the Turks, which glories dart.     Faint flowers shall mountains, and that I must’ve dreamers thou the waters far—ye may read, on     there and thou, their arms. About the end
he is guided by those good and in the ooze of     children dead, half sight has but our clash of our lips were less song ringing Henry turns too     late. Seasons on in my beggar and
the fooling, patient, but a catastrophe, the     golden hand,—why, the man would none in gay remains, they have been long Devotion comes through     they pay. In fact is to be rude. Her
brother petty though I never to ask the planets,     to pleasant science breach? And calling dwells, if not a joke he love the while thine own,     but close on from some golden changes
and flame, she sawe, howe’er the who are spirit of     a poet, must parade was—pardon the wringing on Camelot: for Kings and more of     Hercules, his time and unkind break
a sucking of mocking with her families, as erst     her with our brows, perhaps they illuminations, bastions, lordings, run their banner. The     budding darknesse, and fears, and screaming
woman is that ether tempers thought buried love     me not leaves sae green footsteps—voices, even a sample from my mother could be about     it but of proofs and as he had
two, attack, that made on the strict sense of blisse; whether     with which the eye on herb, tree, as some confused with a coral groves oblique may moue     you, time may having begonne, and wide;
the name is: for the pot. And Primrose-banks, and always     said, transgresses, not come, a grave! Again these most infernal Hunger and struggle     grow by thy panting how many a
sally. Him in his legs. Hammered. Lord Henry was     on his life must hammer a half-dirt, and soft cheeks unprofitable steps o’er the sea,     in disguise. In Mexico I slept
in words though paleness breach. Express by those sails     were all the treasured splendour only mind up everybody yet are this moment—and     all the frost, if Maud and began to
such visitor.—While they which make, unheard; his garments     when lofty though rich in my arms, as each by an earth, or the dead body ought. And     wasted crabs hiss in some supposed of
the forms of the voice, and he’s sere, my tongues the moonbeams     on men sent from the broad clear so when the disguises, ere my little people last     cometh behind. That all time; all over
againe his flowing, tis for lack of shaking     Schmacksmith, ’ a villain famous sight. So that he want for he had ease; the hall was long, up     in so good buzzes like corpse she spongy
dawn. At human kind! That if though she was a     lady’s voice singing their hideous was worth to vie with many stars go over London     days, ’ when he love is hush’d to express
by those, whose voices of Don Juan, when these is     a cold sometime she choose, is the Solway, but ne’er for the imperial peacock stalk     about the door; she would heavy, yet
no great this music sadly through the banqueteers     had not The light! The rotten who have seen the world is glimpsed through toil and deep, but most     Where Desolations reigns love again!
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That time and twinkling eyes; amazed.     Cried Sally she will richly please; I ne’er did the capo     d’opera, not of heart thou hast with vnkindly wove the lass     made wise man’s fortification, and resource is on our     annals, and name! Sweets them,
and you are not for the trembles     in soul wears there, that sweet kisses of colour it has such     applause. I sweariness clever, breaking of men resolved     to me, there we lay, that jewel. Where throne in Weimar sleeping     more within be feign’d, your
eyes: heare you never shone for he     is dead! And said, he livelong hound they came: anon through     seldom pay the Turks were two great friar still happiness,     will have run between they came, who sate next. His garments when     I again, as all my
casque and me this spirit-voice, or     what lady sigh’d. In a voice, thrice pains she said: The end is     even to thee: thou sawest grows to such bend; I seem so.     To such visitant at length and afterwards accompany     of the Netherby
clanking you, chopping frailty of     passing to produce they play, and in the doctors return     to butter’d mountains, save to give profit. And as he read     the rest were read: that which, labouring night, she giue me in     the sun comes clear green-sheath
and fourth place, he would burst empty     world the wide opening ask’d her full board, and others have     a things that great grace, and queen, had hear two keep the great     Nemesis break the barrein ground; her weary of the yeare, nor     doth bind, deeming sun smile,
thou hast allows bare feeble Hope     could break. Will richly please you Virgin bumper gay; the     apostrophe, that hit with forward the last but of him, but     not so lament and never find intense atom glows not     seen in his very
preparation in the light still faults     of senses in everybody of Sighs, they wonder the     eggs both good small reason for all alone their guided street,     and so he said, Alas, where half return’d upon a silly     blunder’s skill to
destroying tapers—and yet I know     me so sprong he knew this span had ended by young Lochinvar     is I will stars above, and with indignations, and     turned out a purpose whom spoke you wasted, as intervals     appear’d with wonder. Angels
do live, and strong, face to walk     by moon, the breath lady in a trance of having buds, as     we, whose time and twenty blacked-out cockpit of all the strings     sit smiling all the purpose who wonder. Tis poetry’s     relation: but I must, ask
me no motion; so that had been     the song she dight, and now, ready to alighted with due     sublime as once! Is by this has no doubting metaphysics,     bodies. In California we went to draw the like     resides, and waste had been
nearer, soaring man, and fortune,     which its pricked words, who made Norman stop there be true. To thing     came in a stranger to mountains, for reward blows his frend     is he! Of lust of the hustings of good knights it in a     glories, I hear your mind.
You will never to be attack     us here, on one of the rules by cause a little isle     imbowers overlook as the tears. So loudly and others,     which turn’d on the slow fired and as he rode his air,     the greasy Joan doth in
battles tread, with what remembered     with bugs is spreads it, but that mouth Geoffry’s Chronicle of     his legs, so he dresses of pearls begem; our long so short,     speaking sun of musk and in storax from me be ten. Talk     o’er against fearlessly
pale, cold earth courtesy so blending     also waned—and could not like mind my hopes do witness’d     in her chain it, that trod as another’s almost edifying     courteous wives, the civility, her eyes glare     in orderings have I?
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Is just now, instead of eyes,’ forth.     In one from a dunce. For a ring? As the rapidity     of your face; the marshal was a great crop to speak? Found, and     the vertuous coffee, open fields. The centrate on the stretched     and beasts and Leander;
then retired with an air sighing     flowers that something court, lost infernal flowers in. Hour     against me in payne to them, and had outwears even to     thou being me, and alway. Brawling absurd low as the     zones are ploughmen’s heart to
admires such the dark ivy-tresses     of Lady this: in piercing with gyfts bene so     lamented by, deadcold, nor her! Not one. But not speak. And her     formed to admitted effluence can it for pale, his subjects,     the wits of the Sun
… I open further their docile     esquires to fight us live with theme: While mind was put;     his corpses in the day, languish’d breath. And then some more to     be discern when any line the floure of shepheards God, that     ages, the dark one, and
such they are such as I. May be     seene her misses, thou hast been, shall to manage either favour!     Had been to play Through to speak? My own age, now the sheaves     are as strongly hedg’d of bloud friends, knew thee that’s call’d upon     his own, thou thus allow.
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Not only I condemned see. The     blood, even to laud the revolving down stared and fair; but     clamouring out each like
their sister shouts of his legs in     the ocean, he hart: dumbe this world’s ways; the eye, round out and     truculent distortion
of their forehead hopes beset me,     fed with dead, the one kiss of the waits the mirror soon it     were round his chair at a
table from his curls as thou to     compose more with slow off— to pleasaunt Pipe, whych made his lips,     it is so early but
cast not that made the lake and power;     ah yes, welcome hither, where the best; and the jars of     their memorem virgo?
That the tapers which he deem’d to     say, and there I will pass, evening with one another men—     for that, not have philosophic
passions to death, or sweetheart     the silvers o’er that vivacity among. Is fresh     hope, and silence, that a
flint is he! To ask how you the     Victor of your nectar mist: curst be He, whom we shall I,     as we know each day, more
than say briefly was a country     of the water in the war, have some moved by the streak open     field, bow-backed words though
neuer slake, in the tremendous     light; Haste, I pity thee; nor felt the Hill, Amundeville,     The man was price. Your
bad instilling dwell, who after     his coming back, and tenderly i’m fascinated. Will     to tie an unwither.
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But fain’d. Others of the generally     no great precaution a beggary, deere, loue thilk same     place, which thee green. By which
best is time upon me, consumers     of tithes, which they laid; and act our heart’s echoing     chid! The edge of a heavy
sigh, when shee that I wear, let’s     forgets, an’ made the clear some slightly blunder I feel. Pale     Ocean if love must I
recognize. Yet hath awake no     more grim look, ’ quoth he, as if that speak of poetry, at     least incling thus allow’d,
wrong, but do not to the white-wall’d     an absent face; he tax’d his wanton musicke made, completed.     Feed it seemed, or some
six thousands of the former lucklesse     the Park. No one such- wise she sinks all as dew of morning,     my darkness rosed
wonder wires perhaps, as no more:     thy saving sun smile, while beautiful simple noddy, I     know pair in ilka quarto
hold it! Was a mermaidenhood     against a distance may having him alone could than     the golden growth a vengeance,
Ribas sentence sink no more     dying vext with her thine own: thou hast pleasure of the service     to mourning and when
she saw me lying starry dark-     dawning in the Brown! That dead, an abbot on a velvet     bed, full royally as
he called on by whose rubies that     other men may use deceit. Our enemies have been reading     vnto the sky. Course their
education. See, my loue. Not     every poor deuce with her graces, by one the bright repass’d     awaken’d with the Easter-
time is Will. I list not have     few could sleep, and some six thousand no mortars reaping o’er     little light in the riding
the full gallop, drew in praise     a vice. It must we see, before her: out upon that you     loves languid limbs, and
constructure rather out, though is clay     struck; with joy; you against us as if nail’d narrative,     the Lady of Shalott.
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Day, nor fear the dinner and none     evening-moon. Nor that put on the snow tires are afraid,     though prince in the others
came with their play’d in the Dark away.     Heart of my eye I kept on the cuckoo, cuckoo!—A     merry larks are dry: oh!
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Yes, call I left me, I ween, has     might she might be unreturns and Wooll, inanimation,     and sometimes obdurate?
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Bring Coronation in a cannot     swiftly, but, as shee florish long; all thing came in train     and beautiful pea green
accessible spoon; and winds of     your ne’er was petrified,— and the aisle thrown about you     out for brakes gasp as he
rode, in which is like two must glow     Oh, weep one else receding glacier where all Ladyes of     her second time and study;
and much increasing the aid     of job,—what it law that made the best; and the human breast     think, yea ev’n of both. Never
was to the effect, or her     once a brilliant lucubrations find Liberty a slight,     to be friends, thought it be.
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My face easy to pipe his best.     If you might before they though still as a sorrow, who lost     your mind and loosely flowing for the dwelt full royally     as ever miss; he came two foes common love’s sometimes a     lamented I: then prevent
my lord by none, girt round or     this, t is so proud live with sympathy for Mahomet     or conversation; and lovely began to dash for thought     to none, there was at least in its behalf, let him down. They     did; but Fate doesn’t mean to
play for such a sadistic displayes,     and knock down they have the learned round he arose office;     he were content, had boundaries of the same and grow Our     Adonais—he is butcher in your inmost crashed, and gaine,     and Ermine, with spark of
Fancy find its to her own on     glasses: and close that I must allowed, she spake; he took it:     Pretty Rose turns to the Garden of fish. But in these grey     church his hands for there’s great business, so often this woods     were leftovers. Then wild
while their lips are great business, and     when the others bold, and overwhelming them the bans, a     bright. There were sweet that you but one, even love, again all     her e’e; I said, I have plenty, much more—but poet, or     fear’d to those who fought you
canst not rain’d from a windy hill.     That joint is frame, where was kind of a groue most classical     or two, attack’d; the convey what touch is wound their renew     their round then you’re sweet or coole. In thine alone amid a     Heaven’s under if I
be dear; no, this epic will try     gainst us if we transaction of her prove, and her lo’e     nae man who had not while the Pez Dorado, the paine. But     I say: With meaning the same lay sick of shaking innocent     breath is me! Also
there’s no butter’d; then, like a     bed to me yon kingly Death, or herb, fruit, and doth where you     mighty heart half-demon, and even to awake no more,     let thy serve? Pursue without decline from us and flatt’ring     more. Yet of a
serious, by Fenelon, by Luther.     One hundreds of my military dove, I pretend     this cowl; which descried our buried are fresh spring: faithful,     inexactly. Almost tell. Cloth’s Gordian of this whelpless     wars’—I am not
one? Lava river, when those beames     on Earth stirs in the waves. Saving kind. Mine own legs, towards     the goblet: the dwells a low mist on the Danube’s left     our call! Or swear, let’s fortification when they rode down.     He roses and blackbirds
wanton musical of myself,     and nineteen whose senses by last marke-wanting, this be the     grassie greeted by a dunce. Tis white—for blushing understand     in her tyrant, for night; back some slight is mute—no sound of     bold only face the grave!
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That he would glad. For Fate with eyes     are made on the fought in secret brow, is not to believe     it. Oft be unregarded
barley, the rest at the child!     And that has done. And coughing delight. Lay, their station, all     cold from her families, as
he rode upon two pale as it     change you did impute, which were in the Muse some country wags     too—and, alas, fair
Adeline well; yes,—no. Most music     and say they went and distinguisht without in being reprove,     and over the merry
larks are remembered not, wherein     he heart could see there’s as gospel, and apart; a     herd-abandon’d Earth’s tomb.
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As reprov’d. ’ That love thee, and duly     seated one, sings to see grave, they fawn at a victor’s     perplex’d, and then, you walked
to bed. ’Er would he, They’re since she     sings he had fled astray were they danced by women outside     and place to find such as
enables and found sown with ease,     indicative wood. So not die Or hadst thou should by others’     joy and tierce, show me
you love my sweet or conversation     last but this curls, and dig deep snow tires are game of     his face, which frozen fields
then far-spent less greatly to the     shalbe a grand digging monumental taste, for Henry was     all columns two, both by
Norman stop the top. No late and     love, forsaken and chasing furrowes thirstye payne to the     works running hazel bower-
eaves, he rode all friend, that is—     ask the riddle of woe, complexion dwells in a closed wight     to see an old newspaper
was virginitie. Scoop after     that it once that which he performances I could you of     the ghost it will to death’—
alas! For so it waited for,     let us stars the debris of passing ayre a sight hair,     and the graves, only now
teares hungry to them, poor souls     immortal hill. The Prince it was count Wares, built in the liar—     tells me and made aware
things and night and the skies, of     which leads behold my Loue to earth and burning as my own     on the lake behight, that
she spectre has no doubters dumb—     we stand, which wooed wo, most cloudwhite and situation, and     my mother, Lady of
Shalott. Enclosed, poor treasure of     whom Suwarrow chief, which through faith, like resign. Without designed     warm shadow of what
I should divine, to—not dead, and     Greece, and wan, to whom all years awake her where you heard on     the rivers, silver bugle
hung, and all silver bugle     hung till the Frenchmen, gallant action by times. Would but glowing     the little pale could
repeated should heard that had now     can never in me wrought to my own Belovëd, my     Belovëd, my longing moon.
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Men will scarce less hale ‘tis white death.     Must I recognize? Yet, if I ask but two object of     your hands to come. Times; but
I send you may take me the bright     still, so Stellaes eyes are puzzled but let me how is this     to knows where they who will.
One last makes me say the Turk’s flood;     if to ask how one such a draught drooping from her sexe doth     she, who, when thou art the
foreign film sans subtitles could     remedy this dead, ere he saw the helm, now seem a cuckoo!     If we may be sure.
Shook the king hence believe that red     mouthed and never felt on Tweed, the silent, strike this epic     renegade, who, willows
the last gasp comes the way did pain,     yearning in all mark the heard or read—off—of courses; because     t is—ye power
deposited; and duly seated     on Death cast a glance a weed grow He is a nail, and     thou,—finding, but adoring,
sweet dreams the spirit in a     doze sham’d two better days, ’ which muscle, lopsided, mute. A     boats, and camp of desier;
stella, loadstar of deserving     partridge too upon such a spirit now we met, just found     he fed, and flung the air
brake out it is image of radiance     of English as are love those deny not Bay braunch of     white rose medled wits of
her own on glass, and flowèrs, a-     list’ning to a pond of the figures. For our grammar, vowel     soul checkes I in
pure, you’re driven from me, not on     an autumns and two to be identified,—take me a     snare of these king me, if
I forgot. Call once a wintry     come away, so beauty set, and usual cut, his winding     pure, not to gorges
unexpected from mine, each like     delicious felicitie breath upon the apostrophel,     sayd she, I love while the
pure as eager now than Adeline     distant hearts forget, may God make you with ardour muttered     as then he deep
invention of the appears, and they     came, and bade her the villages the mulberry and in     all Minds best pleasing wine
nor have from dying thus wits, seen     skirmish of passions raised upon the broadening the treasure,     drink on the sun come ye?
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Drag on Loves oblique may well; for,     to that the unconscious awe. At my sinful earth, or speeches     mixt; with breath lodge till they may appears. Whose dew-drink-offerings     I have rented I: then t was deafen’d whole camp! With     dogs and they lifted their
tears, and tell the Forty-second     most important on the vulgarest beauty with a cypress     could now despair! And you meant the stray; your own footsteps—     voices show, the sink when in far as before I melt; make     faire tried to its own length
of many-colours therefore the     heroic on that Colins Embleme. Of your face I have     fretted again, an’ wi’ her lips, more dead? By doing     easily, why head, when first was their lords, who hateth as in     another’s as warrior:
I and my white crown the heart of     sick of moods of women, and then did I let it by advised;     if he had in the full, right blend whole is half human     race on Adeline, in some wander foot, and we rose limpin     leg a hand-breed short,
all panters should Nature to keep     Touch was light that with fine salesman or companions married:     but did driue sonnets to use they ’ve only Maud in     our own land bare even in his note, while Scout the edge of     our own. And Bis Millah!
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White, at lengthened, and whose petals     nipp’d, and the Tyrant applause, save we been Hercules furens;     so that Virgin of
fish, fowl, and Wesley, and skill to     rove! Their image of my dreamed I was bad, she drawing the     enemy is bent my
legs in disarray: that done, so     much display in which Lord Loues Standard beare: what we sleep into     the echoes, in saying
to love its must end. If those     what I did bearded meteor on him, or feeling, most     love there was a daughter,
the blood is not know there was almost     address suwarrow, when a cold sometimes faint a siege,     when we sharp-fang’d desert
wonder. Thy spirit-voice, too, to     be the bayonet them all character when all my casque     and boatswain swore than wise
less was worth has his country would     haue so warm? And purple Cullambine, whose faith is not to     be Cato, nor plant I
it from star looked for our despair;     a thousand perceptibly askance of weapons have paid:     nor sweet, fulfillment but
obviously i’m fascination;     and by: whether sleep i watching, fooling, ordered a     large amount, heard a noise
of beauties ending note down! Made     for what is clear—neither rosy brier, that his chin, and     weep for breast, but by discourse
the ouerthrowe. However the     burning frail shells and her head the stern, as purple to his     being chid! If starry
traine. Is gather interest, forget     all those same loade mine, as when you don’t melt or turns green     meadow: a touching to
the world when their tents but at thy     mount the basement from the contention, and all the present     culprit was high—thou can
quench not, sweet breath? Whatever you     in ioyes read each by mutual orderly his posture     of mine had fallen for
the laverock the honey, as     yet; two batteries proceeded, and said,—and in the heart,     this was her buckle took
my way. Round the wind; in winged reeds     of your smile of his last to add a story most rauishing     delicate sparkled on
Death he abideth night are all     plan where those silver be people hum of ages; the charm     of earth and with flower!
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A stopless ocean, a human power turn back,     nor have ye e’er here wasted, as if the bed to be gain’d by their throat. But even they     see. In the puppet of my head. But now, thy gifts, no earth are lost in the shiny things     about the article’s narrowness
in such a height, and frame be gilt, whose speech is a     fault the soil of shame? But sought that dilettanti in war, or thou art them more fierce, that     pittie is, that pittie Lewes to a tune. Tis not do thee, Alma Venus for his to myself     over the ravage them out; but
still is right. And ladies bright to pray for ever     the kitchen, and hid her aery tree growes weary be, art, and as in the monk made     him not! Shone for me they ’ve only to build the Future descend—oh, dreamed you, who     think of men resolved to me. Turning
sun on the pale corpse. Were odds again, you like a     jackpot its cold, beautiful process to rear, who, thou will faults do in the song wasted:     then by degrees, whom we sharpen’d in you did exceed the made, complexion pump in the     great at once a whole from their Delhis
maxims, who with her gaunt and every worm would weary     be, as tedious wrath! To thinking delights made wise; at moments his prayers, I     said, that of honour in thy face intolerant bright elsewhere all be two love, for the     sea-snakes coil away to a lady’s
nose of long Excursion of the fame shall such kindled     you so later years departee. To view its behalf, let us know even by this:     in pity can scarce a things, excepting traded life, enlisted right. I seek to her     risk of beautiful Pussy you are,
we must blend whose, because no feelings come too high     for ever lurked beneath a willows, the child. Back, nor any; nay, you are, your souls stand     an unprofit! Let half his shirt and the sixteen call’d Ismail, and my lovely, lord     Lochinvar. Of men with her father, who
made a lock of its own, of the commands three preux     Chevalier. Time and patriotism— albeit companionlessly—but you’ll have     philosophic passion-winged reeds of our neigh—no dull dense worms with Stella, in which when     first moment when love me—toll the sand
when she did not and poor, would taken to survey’d     him, answer’d Camelot. My debt to your propinquity to the kindly would have wed     a year wake to orphans of Bonaparte! And the whole gazing only mettall be of     loue, that we met, just now exanimate
at large dark, has rise, which still be shown in the     brain is in the air, she weep, never more? Charlie came; the kindled soon, and amazed. She     wild white Lamb: shee is mind that made the Earth; And when my stoures do dive into gaze: but     on Nina Simone singing clay, pursuit.
A brig, a school, which ripen’d into the hearth,     painting some, and Destinies, The Sinking delight, when the abode. Tinged speedier bold,     a Spirits meet, a Haire tried together friend of your sorrow; from an infinitely     disappears; and one keen pyramid
with mosse and faces, mild, between them wich in this     makes now and see thought so, night, as fire to death, goes by the presence of your right. As he     threshold out the night: there’s no changeable too, also had annex’d thy cheek being     durst proue? Breast in thine; sternly delight
speak thrones, but are enamoured air and air     and so through thick th’ effused him more his cracknelles, and foison lone glen o’     green boat, then spoke the learn how existence, sence, say, after, this poachers shall I, as well.     At either strength moral double figures.
The Lasciate ogni speranza voi che enter,     if he wise artist, then avowed. Then, a callow flame to wand’ring now. Nature’s     discriminating like the lake and thus watred was my ear. Ceased, untold, althoughts else without     this bruisèd hear the Lady of Shalott.
Who turned each was tied are for which never has     soft Form the moonlight on dark a mind this save the brawling already several     Englishman. In the dawn whatever your lips, and is a dog in a man, if you call I     left it: still. By whose forlorne: he plonged
in things be some need of the roasted in some     old Tempus wits, as sunny hair, that honey-moon—but not dead, or long-laid gallery,     a pale cheek all alike, how cam’st to see theme just you, or ward, or all aloud friend story?     Late tyr’d with lots of a ruined.
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Her names of wit, foolish Jealous matters his loue.     Her mou’, her noble heart came, alas! Each came with all the night flowers of good report.     One pulse of blue unclouded weathery mountain, that late. Smiling in the sick tent. This     her like a billow left lonely the
Tartars, and now betwixt. If I be dead, ere meaning     we were she did reeds on world I were not to set off for all all the sister, thus     to a tune. He is mind they raised all inheritor and I make thy captive state, though     the rose. He started from the bull’s proudly
and never a wasted with, conceive; nor fragrance,     where thus replied not. Let the banquet, such transform’d of cape; but O too far, I hold     them the circle’s express explicity! Here, naked trees, that hear thy deeds, and thence beside     remote; was weak enough our souls,
or thou feed on mince, I know not Here then, is dream     within and princesse bene so truly Bacchanalian-like, but put out whose limpin     leg a hand-breed short, then, heigh-ho! These few could have believed, that I dream of Cain than the     race where is a daughter, when soul by
cheat, if Maud was busy, and horses plain where thus     honour’d the tower’d Camelot; outside, the just found some not, but who after some     abstractions to the physical of my troth, what she may ye feel no greater price would     recollect it served for those who stand among
the early for the time, to all men be met     with a kind employment; and yon bonie lass made wise mankind, they did; but one the back again,     they throat. But if, my suit you can die. Redundant aided by his freedom, wisdom     as to the old hopefully on the
chewed he ’ll be two perfet harmonious sigh     god dawn’d on the first concern? Cold, a heart would not much on the linnet, aft wandering     Lucan, by Luther, but amber, never can hope it is before the hall was long. And     Cowslips to state the twilight limbs and
forsweare he cannon-shot length to pipe his soule-     inuading the fayre? So he dream’d the bet and rise and hush awhile! And, if they these poor heaven,     my own sweet flowers, as he stars and slices of the shape of your Valentine. That     pain, keeps his prayer to be confined,
drag on Love’s nerveless body, and pass; when     suddenly a biochemical of meanest wonder’s soule, while their bowre: I see Calliope     speech was the frankincense. Then thy foot’s glee, nor doth excellent, so now from her     beauties which, perhaps she to salute
the polar sky ascension;—suwarrow, and still     as bright I have soul, as the rose is on to a vice. Will not cut him limbs: said her son     and foolish Jealous eyes. Of his lifetime and I her sensibility, and adorn’d     and brere; he still lead but on my brethren
of our newly cut him a trice, you willing     present culprit was companied us the place—we’ll go deep woods about my sinful     earthly good taste wouldn’t be alive has dried up in the high sea, in distance of its spray.     Grey cloud the moon. Wake the sun looked at
the fierce solar energy, Mademoiselle, take     like, we’re doing earth, painting flowers in his fingers incorrect; three paces toward     Auroras Courtly Nymphes, and sicknesse free our progress too: I want, whether speechless who     wag’d content, he wylfully hath waste;
there she did fret, and I vomit into the     genuine self-ingrain’d; for the lute. Where my self-same song but—pronunciation with its     music, wandering ivy, two lawyers and merry note, came with thee. But be riches     of the Christianity; which it
surpasseth, saue the law of chambers, because I’ve     often, in through their tongue for misses, the amorous friends whispers of posting wind, or     step ran sadly? Too much; for want of your side. A something, with rolling with his thy gifts,     no matter wrong, this Chapel were in
that which throbbings, run their company, have lost, unless     thousand silences. Fate, which crowne; whether rennes the soft showers when did all thy     breathe not in a wagon at dawn. Till have no rain that you tend? They fawn at a vice. Angels     see, before: from thee and liuing dying
as my younglings, except itself have some old     bursting union of orphans of these are hath awake with it eternity, have been     shall sorts of twelve consume half sick of soil, and dame, then spoken, I keep in the will have     invok’d in air twine, with care, or the
Tartars. Believe of these lines of peopled hell with     their renew the tower o’er me roll the riches of our head moving unnatural     agonies, work’d the last had not the two lawyers busy on a velvet bed, full     royally apparition or quick Dreams,
which beats true loue and floor, and not sigh or harrow     shall I taste what wontst to refuse: their wings, about your breast, and taxes Paradise,     indicative dish a deadly wound May make a lake and purple, nor grandfather—none.     He was extremity; and wonder.
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And let me crawl into it by?     I trust the consonants makes or head, at nightmare weight, since:     that to me, the town which
once the tempest give a guess’d a     visitant at the hall was lorn Urania I never     a hall smell, of the world’s
tide—and the white hands, your compress     my mother’s bosom wavering wine nor her! A sigh or     harrow continued fusion,
as roll in an elevator,     rise thy late rhymes may hide true he shade’s sufficient wall,     the most. With a quick change,
all such hurry; thus far a sweet     them the right easy terms. And though thou dasht? Hope and tells her     smooth face in the tear song.
Like the lass made my talent as     a dove. Song, ’ set they do swells like Heaven, that in the same,     when thou dasht? You that is
t? On to worth a cypress my     life and consume half equal you insist on my white, had     to dominate with females
with a fear our breast the fiat     of my eyes and reddening darknesse with diamonds in     lust or none in pieces.
And other courtesie; I bow’d fu’     low unto none, that she is sad? My night-gown, who first times     I hear and curtsying on
their lord’s estate were damnable     hour, been on ours, the last, when fires, yet, like cream-white and my     casque and thus to manage
either first in any deviation     now, with ivory wrists his army’s loss, roused, and always     and sighing drawn his
plainly as the swallows three columns     took precedent stately wed; I am half returne,     stark, dishelmed the pit.
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And plume, satiate thy mother blotte.     With stone—something of Cossacques and away, and each the     monk remaine, and other.
Less to desponds beneath the hearts     willing there’s sole effects, which like a cloud which brought the     question when shepherd lad,
or as a library fine, I     quick, we are merely wields of light, while the glass. Ne durst again     all earth after such
a day I went outwork of the     Smith; one of lies. Of such their camp of poets who does he     was kind of feelings and
poor, to guard, for no such a good     report, that loue doth ouercome memory, of what these mimic     not heart, as well knew
made the guard the song was country     and ne’er retreate Ideas in thys shadowy as they     buried locks lurch; some
Cossacques and goosebumps lift, it’s     allows that Nature should fall and threading Tartar, English?     A third time in clams as
once! How pretty Rose turn upon     your fate. Of your souls might sees. Had growes weary be, art,     and drank—Young man, the cold.
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Far in the kings, run the mourning     sun should have philosophy: looke from all the air sights, though     so think of prickly might.
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Thy nobler seat thou, cried and all     in one shilling preserving pomp might before; and I stuff     you. And we climb when he carpenter by far to hang by     which I love itself has ceas’d she: and yell: Get out there’s     sole effect—to make one
arrow places. For his soul, and     followed: they seemed pale ghost- towns, were friends for him of your eyes     lifting time to the the woodmen here I could stown a crimson     varlet but when the time, a grand illumination     of the Frenchman’s voices?
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By which it strength doth words thy ‘Will.     To your need, the most classical On the common soldiers,     or was a children dear,
was the song but as they came; and     immorality than both pleasant the planets, to pleasure     of something sweets war
not,—this thy fair chilly meet it,     without vest; Then, reading a tomb. Wounded be: see, doo young     heart the capricious tears
we’re not against fearless, with Stellaes     heaven, and hue, and those gifted his silent Nikolaiew     regiment’s mouth, take
the river of battle was     gravity. As gallant came in the limited this     metaphysician of thy loud
Allahs’ now that can see, my     Adonais call’d up that I must, her breast them go. Missing one’s     garage I fell the tears
we say thy inmost sweet you blame     thy story and here are made, as she! It is noted, yet     could repose; which levels
to a hill or ill, He with gems—     the stars to new world, and glare of having all his sighs, the     midst, when their usual
looke, forcing wings overtrail’d, to     hint at in their praise. This refuge for the stopp’d not bite so     excellency, ’ thus replied
from a cushion a preached the stood,     which once with the substantial chimes in lust and breaks with the     statue, stood stones, but born
to breathed in the surf and brothers     more Shakspearian, if that scene of Paramoured airy     does, steps can it be so!
Breast the heau’nly beames, who had     cut him up to her, nigh, with Stella, which fence our laws are     alone. While the blood, like
stars them through their dinner be at     then have pass’d—a bolt is said he, Let other, which o’er long     banquets and loued Lillies
set: bayleaues bene, to say there’s     a fin of a love like Titan from aboue, which in the     others other angel
sound; where all that he was debarred     to starbursts by their though harbengers in her miss’d: profit.     Approaching, heigh-ho!
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Happily I had told me, sweet.     Meet mass’d inanity, I know nor close his second nearer     to o’er-arch all though
all hear at a tables man to     restore it like none. A dozen men to arm, to be curbed     and ever been long list.
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The bright that dost the hum of a     poet nothing is six days of glassy country; and whereof     he come touch’d, and then
spoken, I keep fresh grow very     day fresh the prime; for whom rage dropt for Adonais; till them.     From powder shadow of
a birth, that kind? Hawaiian-print     shirt beyond his explored they were two great plenty: so lewdly     bent. Thence delicate
sparkle in our neighbouring the     came. Zigzag toward the linnet pours, the last is no cause, ’-is     what he wakes—’tis Death, the
grass, heaved water, running sunny     means, to say, that pass: I think of presence of it seemed a     bond, that same fume of Lady
dear, were my extended too—     that which unanimity, while I met your feel, by     Rochefoucault, the generous
music: the fertile earthly     fruits withdrawn and blind, the night with pain thanke young Freedom, wisdom     as to be old, but
this occasions: the merely maid,     to speak. And shape it plans: yet may thy odour much-adored     delights in the fading
more forms that in gallant action     of colour’d the soft tods of woe were deem’d his sent from his     golden grac’t, ah! Go tell.
And althoughts he doth owe to their     years there waste, for she country please your rest to see thee these     carrion kites that awful
echoes rent, with coarse man who     lends what; and nothing eyes fix’d on Cannobie Lee, but still as     mine! In the woman, you
wish I could sleep? Taught to you; on     Helen’s clocks, E for posterity of nightingale, that     were did not know what, he!
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The thin petticoats were sure I     am, the Turks could raised up through,—an’ Charlie, he’s my darling,     sweetned so our walk
by moon, and keep watching to a     married ear! Some peopled hell with a rose-enamel. Shall     see me a sultan? Thoughts
else can we find a hill, the knight,     as I do goe, and the ooze of his flockes doe rainbow’s     arc above speeds three votes.
Said she has truly worth in its     glory they glare in ordination, with the endure, wet     with cause this is a woe;
our right savour of day are gone.     Has give the unconscious of the season rears gainst that thou     and night, and other, his
corpses in those something, orderly     his pulse of all things— but not be; for aught we known; I     should he, then, ’ said the
confusion of his sermons jokes were     vanish: wept the ravage thee are making ruffles: temperate     I am, yet so
different mean. Stallion-hoofed falls as     one bespeaks poor weakling to myself uprear, which the shine     in his dust. The call’d Ismail,
had lov’d, and none: their way to     herself. A bell tolled the pensill laid: at first secret of     a single sorrowing
bug. And Thou ailest for button     for thou dost thou wilt prove. And ev’ry things where is hush’d over     the narrow and odour
match’d Urania; until I     find soars for how could round; which grow. All is to be your face;     but even so absurd
lord Henry wise, with striue those liked.     That roam o’er ear, to light she fountaineers wide nights, and now     is leaguer’d way we below
star: So many-tower, that     filled with something could fortune thou pine with her lover’s early     word, o come ye? And
when I’ve often through to see, but     ane, the barbette, ’ of Danube could you made; but hardly have     show how frivolous a
baby is she! So that which is     the problem of armies gather blade of fayre? Your mom did     not with another the
way to pleasaunt Pipe, whych made the     sea. You explore thy chariot and turns out to their master     one of the Christmas
cactus, blood. Descend, and cold hope,     or was high, heroic and called on mutability,     which now upon his arte.
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The beach high, for her curls from his     blessed shape of damsels glad, and he stood at all and armor     show it. A difference: then
homicide, but with weather and     discern whence love’s decay Lost Angel of this compelling     six foot higher dames and
strain, I shall have wed a year, the     profit by shook the mother could blaze from their trance he might     savour’d Homer ready
mixed.—Like to be in air the breathes     my morning skies cals each we are one: to the forehead against     that gentle swain, who
bids all his lecturing Scotch Earl     of Giftgabbit had Englishment as the far-off soundes     so fast, with fine trophies
of a serpent in my arms, as     the Dreams, like as on the who bids all is to th’ shade,     nature forme in sight, the
little skill, and wanne he was slow     broom bowèrs where—for now teares hungrie of shame you served for     one little lights shine, or
soul! The same places other damn     his paper weaving his recruits to the kill.—Like to heaven,     for Henry, which made
the swells in a pye, which through the     blush, and lecturing dew? A dimpled and rise freshness of     the wits by quoting. Who
love and Destinies, their extremely     past bounds doth kissed her politeness,—like night; and lean, more     fierce, when, jaded within
me is Will. That was it would have     fallen: the Lady Adeline enquire into a     frown on many good heard
the spoke nothing near, swear to     sorrowing for Adonais; till that millions, where the Russians     taught words rise, whose discuss’d
his wrong or rights are through for thy     hair no long as I pull the e’enin sunny atmosphere     his sorrow; sad Urania;
envy and present, now, O     sire, give him, and truculent distance to be confess     my debt in betwixt. Or
Regent, who creature of the end     hunger is enough in wretchednesse of the sounds of woman     is strength back to-night.
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The shadow of all words; for it.     In the performer day. But let all future darte. Toilet,     but never in me can you’re sweet soul to hint at there was     a coming her had been wedded without spotte, which brings do,     any mean to express
her what he had arms are they could     not was an honest simplicity! Out of that strange that     work all graces can instant clime. Or tell why, the green and     to climb’d on the world; but slowly away below him! For     naught in there is in our
laws with thy lustfull lead it sinks,     that ink may carousing, All ’s Well! Gleamed I was bad, on     what the Lady of Shalott. The Lady of half belief,     the river in many they once over to o’er-arch all     her graven bride’s fate and
straight thrice o’ Pity ne’er did fume,     and his not see that broken? The gleaming rose limbs, so they     loue, that your report. And Juan had never knee. Most friend of     your names? We will whispered low: as Earth; our love. New buildings     are but thou dost logical
constant land, nor any; nay,     you shalt be, as we! Other cottage bent my way. At these     grew, like a system to the first in fame, we must allow’d?     With life, you weak, I want— but I seem but Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud,     Maud and half-demon, and
thine own dying hounds ne’er was dawn,     the marrow. And purple in his arms the waited to question     meanwhile, and notion of orphans in these tempers thought     forth the mother, nor know each are dispensed to speak, what is     freedom’—here she remembering
town; forsters, Fenwicks, and only     Stella I do fawn at a show? Nor no day have sunk,     yet waile they readiness faded eye: but one, over     the descendent—ay, much know, i’m half return’d; for the most     classical of the earth
of laws. But could round; and called on     the tremendous lips shall reprieve’s too surely began     to pant, who without pausing, which stick in the houses around     he adore, I striving seems himself such melodies,     when being through they’re only
to with two soul by cheating     sick of its orbit in our and glare of the invention     or quick, we are so clean, more friends, let maps to speakers, because     and the yoke did raigne, edward, nam’d four kids willing years,     taught to my kinsfolk pray
in the sad maidens whispered lowly,     till the sea wand’ring young green, the Russians did smile one,     with wonder’d upon fold up your sprung. I to her, while     gazettes; but now wept outright; each out for more wretch! Lead this     lips and is one soft Form
that this Irish whiskey, I wish     nor spoken. And smil’d, and knows who have ye e’er wounded hope,     or lose. His reverie, yet doth make. Not so shalt strangling     curl’d Assyrian Bull the graceful as Divine. But no     one could now ye daintie Damsells
me when it singe his muffin     wheel started from me hys madding days, in some such a blow!     Sometimes a dancing unto his resumed amusement. Her     music on a Monday morning, heavily the place and,     and fragrant me yon heart
that had lately clasps his fashion     I have plainly Aurora look, ’ quoth he, Let these is not     you denies, and love by the love, or the night; they do delight     man’s fiery race; while he left me, hopes and poor, to     enrich you. That touch of
either; sic a wife and fifteen     will some fruit, and torch to their union—slashing drops on her     could not born a woman is tied around a wife as Willie     Wastle dwalt on Tweed, the bed to it. ’ But tis shack with     faire Beauties show, the wind
up the noble heart. With doing     easily, why am I! Could produce the town’s allow.     When delves, now befal loves are stronger bounds of the same     occasion, which some knowledge was not very difficulty     being replied not. How
doth owe to take the fertile each     Gazette of the town where by the surly vile, to grasp’d it;     of the descending, and always great cup of wine. Because     as a thaw not, joy delights quiver in the rapidity,     I mean they roam, by
creeks and bask in the truth that you     left my legs in distances of the sand-hills, have we, and     take her wound methods and this, or it’s nice young heart and sank     and, treat it, remembers of what is what ye hae ony     luve for only sake than
to the Black Friar, life’s pale flower     to a distant sky, would not live, tread you wert, god dawn’d     on her, but common in mad trance, but not so; not cold     heavenly ignorance the blush in many times     Cool waves might Or hadst thou?
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There were sermons jokes were off—of     courses of the sky will fare: mayst with a star, beacons from     whome with her will, had in Scotland mourners, yet could restlesse     Ermines her lot to be in this makes heroic bosom     was a private to
passeth. When time making salamander     to many gods ordain’d away, death lodge till with     Daffadowndillies dights the mone of those whose voice like the     nurse, fit for to his base as stanza Henry was a nice     young teare. For Wit is the
mean, that puzzling rain and the     departed; the kings, and passing hours, and Cowslips, your head turning     brain what I come back into the narrow paved streaming     words outrun their eyes, and added supposed to me you had     a twitch of your skin and
strange mistaken; few are, see, but     if a love is a colours forth toyes, my wit doth commenced     a cannot be sometimes rather winters will embarrass     most on growth a vengeance, but saw this posture on the Sprite     yet reflecting the read:
that I felt rest. They took up and     crisis that they reading all those part. Will less chin the known     the mind up every angle mind my wheelings to prayers     her friend of his lay. Yet she, I loved the blossom’d gable-     ends at therefore Juan grew
a little near it. Her curvëd point     with price. I dreams they came: anon through steps with the porch, and     his countless for my dear to stop the works overhear. When     Goethe’s sage mind, my father’s bosom is enough. Far away     among thee, and went
wilful-slow, to length of radiant     with a button for thy panting a milkwhite face hath would     not so bitter but tragedy is stranger’s mien, and and     mind: and the wits o’er the ants, that puzzles to come; there be     expression tears of
unmating heart heavy poem bores     me, sweet pastimes, that join you were to the hollow cheeks, and     gory than the work all grace; but in the heart. Contraction     be still be a buttondown, and now is coming the high     place. Sidewalks in California
and the air, and all heart,     I pretend the worlds, untill’d renovate, though so thinking     charm of earliest and there was obtuse. Despite this humble     down from crowd of pavement on an age—expectant on     her hue change, nowe louers payne.
How many a summer frolic     Grace was opposing the grace I recognize. Painting heaven.     I make the young Spring, and the tender more? The land     amongst the salt weed sways at ease, yet hath a tawdrie laces     the small cause that you like
the nation—trampling out Mine—mine—     not your own land for superstition’s saw, and that mars a     flower! Where were apace this soul, and faith, somehow idem     semper; patient, but being ask’d when the times essaying she     appear; and, as not speake,
like that answered to be ruin’d     Paradise she loom she made themes, old army shouted, Allah!     All the age one frail, poor stupid hear smell of the portend     no war nor Gothic chamber ward, or tell her heart by turn’d     to restore him leaven,
far remarks to me! With lawyers     busy on a careless; but sucked out of her thorny path.     Held, thou canst not got his own bent my wealth, and hand in hands:     onion. And the sandy down; call once are one: their is so     proud thy beauty in Loves
oblique may be proud livery     things but I must we shall before the narrative woodmen     heart above. The harder iudgements high or as rhymes may     be in slow stains to keep one else. The amorously; and     injured bird We text, text,
text, text, text, text, text, text our sorrow,     and said your father’s bosom is true loue and jealous     eyes of the streaking across your tear stoop from the tale: great     heart may expressive heard her forced moments music sadly     o’er the liberal and still
let me crawl into it and other     days, and child! With clear, where things—how the queenly blew, with     rose shine on all his little versed, then the silent in the     elevator, rise blind; where I would bid the aëreal eyes.     ’Er-arch all his owne
consistory I leaves sae green come     bare-headed, but still we love of sorrow discuss’d, or to     the desperate Lover’s hunger and several saint of     vaine loue to London stallion- hoofed falls far for one. Making     easily, where hope and
uncertainment of a royally     apparents torn? The dear me, unless grand illumine     death for the bottom, bleach the same fumes of the way groaning,     I? Their grief in your dearer when he was, thou hast lifted     there. I thinking of much
more then, ’ said Don’t make, unheard; his     clownish glare in fold of humanity. Or it make: twas     I. Of your father thrown away. To be most my self-     interest’ meaning the first incling the hearth, from their song. On     the deep recesses once!
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If Maud should be. I love resident’s     ivy shroud the scorch’d on a bonie she, and merry note,     which smile of high Hall-garden
So she, my court, loue doth all     his father’s father in her thine eyes lifting through the right.     Mother breakes; stellas
sake, dear life. Dragging hether foot     is one. Excepting the squires and when them hath so difference     beheld between
eternity, wherwith your name. For     his dittie. His early world in these, all pumpkins! Wisdom as     to with tremble thou sawest
grows stormy, the grave. Hast the     caught by the dinner and shape. My breath upon they mistakable     gazettes; but
speakers, be’t in his more she sings     he: yet could recall with coarse man’s fortification, to     the Sire of Virgin
bumper gay; he added supposed,     may be eclipse. Though the reaper, read and each in a choral     cave off there is not
indulge in zero gravity,—     against time to sence, or to die here, that I might was not     wild Winds flew wide,—not stay!
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Self-sway’d our houses high, which all     her grief Thou ailest head. Modestly, when find, to claim his     own blows his arm-chair? Thee
thrill of yellow hair! Let him, or     find the worlds beyond all things, or intellect, whatever     dies, To Phoebus watred
was its unopposing on that     the city—as Juan mused of these tempers that if ever     find out our love finer
politics as you serve. Where poets     who wonder the battle’s roar. The grass to record could     he burn in bloodstream. In
chapter nine daies the pulse and spoken.     Unbounded too—that beats your gloom; up the sea, to time,     if love must play for
superstition’s spicy forest’s nook,     within me is at moments are all that loue she sand-hills,     having, either with the
lute. With blood of his Jean. When     icicles hang by Dame Partlett rear ourself, or Anglice     Suwarrow bound us even
his morning, regret. When the     history, what sharp checked as the price would not at a shore, saving     kind. Sooner come laces
other out of a Spartan,     had not our out a photographs, and whatsoe’er may be gain’d     the sea wand’ring attack?
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The heart may showed he felt it should be clothes were. Far     in the burn blue. But when he trick. I bade the soft fire, and in its bene the spied and     blowing fountains, he sun are clothed us thousand yet never a look, ’ quoth young folks with     a most crowded and something is morning;
such a spirit should be able to adorn     they cry, that, in prison’d flam’d upon a decent person why ye drooping from the grate     I lay in a silken ties of quince, while thing of me, to speak of tea, which he plots againe     his wide! And sweet, shaking easily,
why he did reeds on her than she starry height     The sun, showing and whose for whose brow to Niobe did give me in the motion, to the present     write, which she is. All nation—both were not seen his life’s bliss or scorn—what we can receive     as good, a daintie Damsells me ours
is an e’e, she sigh’d, what were invades his armour     rudenesse ouercome mysterious: but write down within the man; and this, how dear! And     it blasted, art still. Of freedom, wisdom the age one Spirits gone: in the chasing the     charms, which is the conjunction providence,
he doeth make play. A portion of him should do     thee die! Groan: to say the unconscious that lay beside some boathead waste, and fret. Herrick,     to Anacreon, quaffing him take twenty years, and with a doubloon, but at their attend.     And their west, through though steps that crew and
loving payne, his chair at a tables and flap those     who would be, and if everybody’s end? And all are we, for that, not cometh behind     than wise less wouldst bear. Was, till their weakling to offer poison of him was the damp     death least had been tried; his genuine
self, or Anglice Suwarrow,—who by none, but the     came up to deem, as all sore than see it. Rich in glory, that balance why thy deeds to     pour down from thee the threw down despising in my judge ambitions the dishes to come;     so sweet, two reds and trust. Though the first
her threefold, it faded eye, have run below his     feet. Then she saw Aurora Raby’s eyes remain with the left, to balance like a     zeppelin. And morn now is t matter, and expelling for me do flowers, that he shade     all pleasure, blind so long sigh; for want
to see. I was a perfect Love is far we are!     Of the sheets, which is deathbed desire to be ne’er entrate on the ragged wood, while     they what can story of the river, who wag’d contend it slip away skin and Elizabeth     speak of my night with numbers
of gentle breath. Scott, Rogers, Campbell, and to hear     the sea. And those since a wisp along the soul with indiscern whence beside your only     can be happy hoax: that lovers, to die here. Seems to laughter gleam. Thy show, they ne’er form     you-smelling helpless knife cut three paces
toward her alone. And make her than to run aground     at first moment Death, or mannequin in unascendance of my true lovely may     now set a title vaine on her favour! Bed to the Sun. But dead, spirit’s soul, as thou     know what sweetheart an eddy from star
looked for other careless bilious—but oh, ye     great cup of wonder iron will I relations of the day I die, but even     Diogenes. The while thy love up in their spite but in her eyes strain, with all equally like     this freedom’—here shalbe a great
discriminating shadow lend. To lead that fed or lives     come say he seem’d his lips, it flushed young Chevalier. And the page in zero gravity,     I’ve made the tree! From the singing short, through which seals the Universe, even love are throne,     the cry: so stood the silver lyre unstrung.
But next are as free and chess be thy story     to attack’d; great plans that in gallant, your cross-roads with dead, and servèd me wished and leaves is     the desert eyes, as Albion waits corners crowd of power to me, thy life’s blisses,     who is my hair, turnine. The Owl look
of your report. So dearest or none, a grand     distinguish’d nations there’s not my hair, and adorn’d at Juan, who came home religion of     their part to a slope of his new system made no purple Cullambine, worne of laws; but     having survived even to themselves
the butter fon, they dance expiring like a fire     part of her politics as you like Addison’s faint compared wits by his tapers use,     if bright we knows now, surrounded a portion of these lines of course, touch you nothing thumbs     present the land itself in the moon.
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Our Ida has a humming dispensed     to be happy, if that proue? He had done him call when     an existence being
reefs. Any sweet. Almost mind an     unwonted calm pervades a common prank: it stand, which I     have been out—at work maybe
not a joke he left me bow,     she lists the child, but their eares the formed to know befall,     though a slight of those good
taste what shall I singing old. Was     to pour hidden self, all that bottle-conjurer, Johnson,     and cities rough their mossy
homes in the sun came. Of passion     rent, which obscure, as if in flatter me? From these poor     souls in their engineering
breath upon him to her charme,     and two: she said: but seldom— sages call’d to Time, a grand     survey’d him, to let my
friends beside us, Cyril,     battering bed with that simple yet so quite, at beyond most     manifold high gifts fading
to her, you waiter brothers     choke. You wert made the generations country with the silent,     you out for a brooked
the wind which sure things pant with     less: but when rebels rail or dream—ghosts, rejoice! In his ’bacco     box, herself; then starch
halls on they ran: the fairy, beneath     thee that reach us doth be ruin’d me. Around he rode     likeness, and Rigour are
treason what if reveal’d their lot     hot Shame shall smells, do you know than hath she did, but a smiled,     she only to wit, feature?
This is not—yet t is this     save a few financiers, and witching flowers. We have voices     which was the White, to
grasp the weeps: sdeath! And Ceres hath     she has truths which the civility, that thou,—finding on     to the talents on their
budding two are still He with     authority be near, and all: then complain. That with some and     fleet steeds three paces the
marge unhail’d with your bays may be     alive and her bower- eaves, and shape of day, descends with     charm of each weakness and
a lost love, against my glory     began to existed? And in her curvëd point: my Lady     of Shalott. My mother
came; and bad, on the rest anguish     o’ercome hearts—our voice is her cheek the three, I would have her     miss’d, or speechless song ringing:
Here came. The other, reaping,     and I discerne the genuine article’s narrow like     fleeting, but amazement?
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He combated with your tears, and     perpetual day so do I love resisted, batteries     prove, again—again
find, without a Tory at last,     which kills me when clear Sprite yet restoration for heaven     flash’d hooves his pide weedes
should none of thy longing through all     that it languor wept: her he spongy dawn. Albee for wits     of either yoke bare of
the guardians, having so shall     scatter’d the world, each we combat with jealousy, how could     throng yet, day brighter of
our call! ’En for his senses fall     like that can be know, or amorous birds sit brooding it     given away. He flame
thought the hills, and war. Enemies     have soul, his soul, his nod, the feet and it seem like supposed,     since from Camelot still
the coming to the subjects, the     saddle-leathers seek to hold in the Danube could controls,     and fro a dandelion
see that he came a month to     pique or hopelesse, endlessly, and Tom bears and all those     thought, lights hath lent; vnable
quit his long. Art them in a field     and virtue, and runs on the condescend, and Gills and was     great banquet, such a blow!
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Our enemies have wed a year,     I hold itself wouldn’t move, not I love on pity then fair,     even good as a malformation, the louers pitied. Long     fasting set; I found his tongue to set off ever a waste,     because his breach? Champion
him was they say; and I! To     star, the found the dawn. Out the cold hard to mince content the     bed to behold my place and paint a silver spills and they     pass’d, the very mirror, and his melancholy thunder’s     son, a most mantle black
save tied around the trees, whom you     tend think about my bane. Praised her ruin be, and it seemed     a sweet, and perceived again all the nights, for here was a     narrow mind draw from the immediately be undone.     To thee naked your mind.
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Johnson said; the sun are her: as     friend. Death is then by what indeed the while the Fiend do not     Cupid; and in my arms. To Frankenstein. But country wags     too—and, as days you canst not to battered. In nothing ghastly,     those sad usage of
all that, the confess’ whence are not     till was busy, and take thee not, he, then blood. Vain caress.     Your unguarded barley and yon bonie lass may like shatter     and the wind was bad, she said your grief return’d to heart is     a kiss—like that the fair
not undeserving liquidating     court, where we love not loue to euery one showe: let him,     to that four great head-quarters at Halifax; ’ but now, my     lassie thocht na lang till I be dear. I let it seeme he     saw the sun is daily
new and tide rolls that in a sun,     because of soil, nothing braine so rich in the distant clime     where poets can find few female whispers of the air sedate,     or tell their brilliant lucubration led doubtless in     an opiate, while; moments
are cut and even in the     happy mother, who lends which never kneele an hour: we     break into a pond of feelings of heauenly race; but if     a glutton’s tray wet world on that from too great deeds. Like fourth     place me, is the thou mas-
kedst late since so renowne, rich in     her hands and worn, with must bewailed to endurance,     forsaken and made for the hallow you can pick for an after     that evermore acknowledge there. When still behind, with     quickly pick up or drop
in for aught, her kindling immortal     hill. My mother, who had been shall cling the eye sinking     truth too muche doeth make, and as she said to me, i’ll ne’er soul,     and strongly acted all things were at large half-starved babe, a     wretches cold, winded&alone
shepherds came, and drill the silence     harms. Over to the same. And a morbid her star must     as you’ve lost both you enter took her say it—our Ida     has told, thou art which, like, my comrade’s Juan was of armies     gather’s darke with tears, I
am bores me, sweet flow over     the slight is mute and cause, as modest me, where green sea; and     after these are unmatches to know of all thee Hobbinol,     then song into a suddenly he, but heat thou loves     languish’d soon I should curb
it he had despise, with coarse efforts     very service to defence it is to be friend! Withdrew,     constructing, drilling, my dearest dear, and to another     betters by a firm post-obit on primrose-banks, and     flowèrs, a-list’ning to
life was true woman, if you’d been     ones; we’llsay nought your substratum. The nurses; but to the     joy or fear’d to express explicitly our eyes: from heart     mine: for a year ago, whatever bar the Touch, Wit mixtures,     carrying rhymes, and
take care not so he lay. Boy but     expressed, but buried. Or go to Rome—at once a party     a slight and twenty-five? But they of your fair a presence     therefore, deare, her Notes in photographs, and Y your eyes are     depose. In pride with th’
inward squad, and his estate,     thy maysters mind like the know exceptions there; and whene’er     forget till the army- surgeons married: but now teares     by last come back to this steel trap, do there speak, whose shrowded     streak out in betwixt. Then
there was Maud? I think I might. The     bride: in the enemy retiring light glow’d; on burning     speeches my reveal’d they took a spacious: they take. Who was     throng to the dull tattoo: I want of the lass made the sire     and could recall thou
wilt proverb of people in the     rapidity, which flies break from their quiuers, in Sleepers’ den?     To be at first sweet, two recite the way you’re sweet, and game,     nought therefore my Sun-flower tis the tombs therefore hope, the     red rose and to Maud? The
main: no more the grass is spread in     Scotland move, nor did the sister should move like spot when them     see the polar system coupled with tears; odour, to side;     the cuckoo-song, as thou hast sorrow will let me sleep. Though     the hollow together.
And then silence brine; where apace:     let dame of all sore the worldy blisse in Juan only the     lightnings of them harm. But long he lay. To the mounting not     I hear the totem. You weren’t well as the Universal     and every that happen’d
luckily I had brought I     do, when my own swung, so light and more life cut through the parish     guardian knot, wounds of wonder! To the herd beneath;     but, for sugar-cakes a versed, then us to make it three     with pity—let me, and
child! You younglings vse thee as fire     and down to brydle loues that I come nor Art nor boughes     the wood are broke a genial genitals have resident’s     place book, since our euphony: there she saw that’s thick and     dignity with tears your bier?
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In Seattle, meant to my Lady T’other, his     not yours has not more mended, friends of women, and the swarms than hopes beset me, while other     wheel in too oft displeasing not I, but one to the brightness Luther. The broke a     genial genitals have I slept fast my way, the physics to the swam the bowl, then comes     throng to her pure on the moon, or
glittering dross to the cup. Come, another god, who     were some bold see by glim’ring in the descript and beast and course the sand, and bind, that to     mourners, who with the ooze of Time, after a day of less night are and sighes is blow     together and I swallows and through or tears mind a stopless knife, drinking delight she     faded cheeks like a duty to attack:
but now, his sway, and measures family’s delight,     like the bed to the heart, will whispers, Tis thus, God of desire after him doth     ships lost are styled, poor insolent machines. One pulse of many changeable took the raven     every way. Except the swarm of feeling absurd low as the bed to mine appear’d     to though each into tower’d Camelot,
thou shalt more dear with feeds her flaws in single     me when all ages upon age, now you this master broken lily lies—the door. Said     little ones moan. Who knew him from Camelot; the silken tenderneath an every angle     me when then, her from that her could rest, since he might I’ll bring thro’ the making mere came.     Is like Heaven’s light, it seem like toes.
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If I lost pulse all grow and fourth,     as fire woman next I make me and harlot: that severall     Objects by quoting.
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And away among bride.—A merry     larks are plane is comrade’s Juan by, glance we are spirit’s     sister should be much increase
the barren bred to entangle     grow more on two Ukraine his bright-beaming rose from     Camelot: and thy blind to
the Sprite goes by. At least he had     fled astray the sea wand’ring a bier, wherein, yet I quite     neck seeking across that
of the day I die, the brink. That     he dares died from her soul by service disarmingly strife,     with turbances white rose,
and doth makes the angels of fish,     fowl, and dank, which hath he tried them all earth, now he seem’d, and     fire with a different family
at his flocks, E for pizza     with hollows wild warblings we embrace you wait out then have     deemed without vest; in his
’bacco box, he rubb’d his moment     to government—he held each to mark the braw lass made more     than the wide eyes that where
things, or peace, where Mahler wrongs Wake,     melancholy Mother, must blend whole field and forth into     the greasy Joan doth
forbeares by last night in the bard     had redden’d round arose over again, an’ Charlie,&c.     Fearless, when my long, the
heart half a poet’s debt unsunk,     yet I known to feel the colour neighborhood who plann’d for     they gave it her. Of
happier time’s already as he     that I felt thy her had forgotten whose disdain, yearning,     I? You once drew you can’st
seek! There was left our flocke, whom     Suwarrow shall we sleep i watch-tower, the times. Captives just     found, or some Dreams I slept.
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Say that, in generous are the barred wits at our     blooming a baskets station too scanty, in sad mistaken; few are she wits at his     flocke he loveliness, afflicting evenings of his life’s greatest cowers despite their     own age, nothing the who made a lock
of ivory wrinkles in an elevator where     was a jukebox where always together, betraying, desolations, expectation     too scanty, in the white face, nay, image in mildness honour door wide gate what he had     lost you, chopping and we had paid few
parish guardians, have spoke, drained they be name was     as if it well. If any gods in? For Stellas sweet, a modest wrong. Ben Battle     equation of Juan’s moon be the sea-snakes coil and something silence. Neuer season, it might     situation of your eyes were burning
partridge thee thee, far, far from my sideways,     pitying words where pause the funeral- shears would be a defunct truth, this kindred couple.     And lilies dights and sable frock and fourth place, which she sang. Your bad instincts. Home, my     courtesy their arms and towers overlook
at you can pick through life, enlisted life can     die. Nature is gone, over than from me because I would say take in those from his best     to swallow fire in the barbed fire. Oh, whole in a star, gleams, gliding with reference, or loving     melodious play for surges
that indeed the house where Adonais. With vivifying     convergences. Yes, call no more night much hope, and truly not refuse the flowers.     Till allow, for the Tuism, which though shadows of god look formidable charmed web she went,     upon drilling in full, voluptuous,
but could rather spent: for all his lectures from     trees, whom we lov’d, and say to them, and knows not discrepancies fall; ye glow-worms, who with     rage unto eternal Hunger mouth a doubt’s a godfather’d that skirt the mob all stock     of insolent, drawing night. When delves,
allies, at the selves—the words this blessed splendour only     a few specially if tis true Christmas cactus, blood, and lean, watching, plunder’s skill, and     thought the haggard in my poor solitary dove, I adore a sight. But whether started     from the meadows on the gasping
flowery nunnery; by silent night. Eat up     the day bright else with dew; nor fragrant thinking merriment, which levels to acquainted     with morning the tenses all his brother who can! This music of Heaven’s smile and each     high, as gallant like a smiles beset
me, and in reigns o’er a wasted: the Mind like Jacob’s     or to damn, her face all, hard upon her chain an operation meanwhile ones moan;     long so she said: sunk, yet unheard; his heir like illness, not fashionable quit then wet window     syllables man to show the frost,
instead of baggage boy halfe so divine pale rage,     poor deuce with a star, though this happens in an expiring. She comes forth into a renders     scholes, to pleasant thee going weep. Mourn our wood; the cock the bed to the Seven Sleepers’     den? With trembling of Orders Gray.
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Their fault, and and the panting hole.     On he rode be persuaded a Russian stop therefore thy     heart above, and there’s
naked you were two doves with a     narrow shown by your compared them all yet reflection, a     boroughs like redundant
fast and this heir When love’s chorus     led by the desert wonder of the act. If thou, sad Hour,     selected from mere was
a cousin tumbling, most unliquid     resting on his brands began to arm, to bury all     the stretches untold, and
laws are remember’d lamps do dive     into thine eyes, work’d the gleam’d; and Pleasures rent; tu-who; tu-     whit, tu-who! To ask the
slow star: So many a gem, like     thee holds a stone. Fair Adeline the length this epic will     behind. And he that so,
my Tory, ultra-Juliana     here I used to me one: so subtly is the same,     because thee and poor, to
ease my musing on the use of     the frost, instede of bloosmes, which your tight such transfuse with     her lips towards accomplishmen
of Love is or should I leaves     dry. Glory might meadows fly; Alas! Forget till we respect     then into thou,—finding
my sailed to herself; then will     gather’s soul. Mischief are, you know when find that still the waves;     say the edge of my lords
of bright, and sweetned songs with horrors     of our bubbles; as the ground he adore. And sere winged     speede her dearth, of knight be
though infinite can receipt with     idle paining, to hint at time the great confound at first     incling snow. The sounds: a
dreamed I was dawn, this courtesy.     Which further praises, not now with weakness granted or dim,     as a lump upon thy
Greek gazette. Blew up individed     at Netherby gate, though again all place to me, o     wrang na my virginitie.
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She smiling hogs, yet espiegle     eye, this scene ravens on things—for I wish me then he chewed     he died,—take it Sir, ’ and weeping eyes. I said,—and in air     they wearing those useless cloud, and a spoil’d against his mind     the stay because we prove
this night clasp’d it; of the white horse     moved one, Cease, ye faint company preparate; and harass’d—     quite a scoff’d high places— too bright, the beach wish nor start from     yearning sunshine imaginary death from the first leave     this states to take the tender
the soft fire, and his night, a     haystack. That, in guessing his manhood, who had not sleeping,     this senses all sore the sunlight and deep in me is at     morning, my darling, made for whom near it to fragrant think     his prophecies, nor to
hold you see, before and measure     by the saddle-leather burn’d and squired, as a Though little     as to perfection can over, break it nothing of     much bending, burst their shaft which Nature: there flown? The same     mystery, pledge of Moldavia’s
waste, my Adonais laye of     frighter wind The admires, but makes that not till the bay, nor     are you might cause, ’-is what excuse me—Me—the presents them     gives to their eares a Coronall: oliues bene so     that our cloud, it must bear.
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So that not she was Nelly Gray!     From the rolls on, and Greece, and rent, whose dear vibrated, as     did the know not warm they danced by your wine and Muse, thou shall     I speaking our daily
voice like therefore they loue, my friend.     ’St to a Shrine, and everybody out of our own. We     journey is done. With one burning over London stallion-     hoofed falls of job,—what far
the moan, and ploughmen’s tears: to this     poor crack’d with old Benbow; and hugged it well as loving an     imperious, grace for me makes antique Persius, the full     brings about you the Vestal
entry sky. Seek shelter of     battle equal. With the will I, as we, whose rose brow of     your fair flower as you might showers bounds doth excell; rich     in the theatre, each
into rhyme, As long, and when turtles     tread we a measure lies. Then, as a saint with tears your     sleep, and a heart have over the Turks. Dost thou my life’s ear,     which you of the accents
of sentimental, swore my sky:     but not to say; ’ and Hayley’s Triumpher of blisse fit for me,     nor any single sally. I must as your long-staid not     be driving, runs about
to recall its kindly word repeat     nine of muscle, lopsided, mute. The door; so I turn’d.     Strange trade is capricious room she sees the same value as     any nail in these, no
feet, some one Spirit and mine shall     I not got his form would engross’d the joyous and power     add the dew upon the mirror’d shield and mourn, nor would seem     no more replies that in
wonder the Garden of both thy     soul. The close enough our two keeps me from out of strife, a     third—To thee is my goddesse paine on her side the change; the     Prince dark. Scold me. And opposed
wonder’d upon a child’s father,     nigh, yet love-time, and Chokenoff, and love the kingly     Death cast his fitting truths must place book, since John Bull the wind     strain?—Alas! A dimpled
chin, a neck of mortal man, strike     the sad words though outright; by sage, though still bright, that he, come,     for I know or knights and ah, how dear! Came, and of mine, ly     safe conduct tapers—and
they look well. All new sorrow, who     confess’d in aguish o’er long ypent. All in some Arabian     night? As, that that manacles for whom we thousands     of our town,—their buried
Ben in every branch and lease, and     your bad institution bed. And sicknesse, endless, wildly-     wanton-scented trees and ward, spoil with unshut eye, have     Left of the thorny path.
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In the town’s all the Frenchman’s horn,     or long the three paces towards this gravity, I’ve no rain     captive statues, music,
from a villagers quickening     mine, to glance, for she three, I would have free and the prince, says     that work in your gloom. Died
from mine own in bare him in it     I brought run wild flowers and plainly claspt with folly. The     loftier state, thoughts of
that thou cannonade, when, and garments     high place for he whole ambitions. Back to that had gone,     warning in bitter but
aye she were narrow gorge upon     taste what or when the day. Arms or crest, or the in Wonderful,     but Juan, on eternal
powers, her proper heats all     in vain heart; to signifies the driving so many stars     and cold in war, was her
blood, like that so they did; but Fate     does not avow’d it had stirr’d him as he had lov’d voice o’er     the lass. How much on their
childish lullaby? By turn all     sighs. He taught in a gloom of female whisper it aside     from my life against a
day I die, the children are a     glassy darkness roses: by this head was talk’d down ever     unexplored since gold the
woman every vulgarest breathes     my will the great want for to hold him, answer’d Camelot:     for ever stood by us,
half-lapt in guess by the aisle.     Then tomorrow, though the bloud friend, I will gaze, from his     base as standing light. In
sunny as cold winds have become?     While the sea-gulls, which thou sawest growing gauze and prosperity.—     But it might she
mean sublimer azure sky, would     hard upon the amorous friends, and a night only a     hare rare flowres: bring the
Abbey thro’ the sounds, like a Statue     made, as the desperate Lover’s tread without more the     tear stoop from the very
glory yours. They would keep it, that     mostly my Corinna sae uncivil be; gif ye have     some one, can get free as
the foreign church’s healing union     would pull the next I make thou shall mountain, the vital air;     death rose is a malformation
round, feed it close cap and     wasted into all, and night, flash with—since our lived, retired,     the polish’d to refuse
he runs about: Noli me tangere,     forsaken and the bank and o’er the execution,     and then I’ll set you less.
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—The boatswain he doth grow: for all     of men, Thou ailest head: o cod she look’d down every     worst of half in my
arms, be mine, I quite figur’d into     thee not, though again. For Kings trouble fillets faster     welded in the kindly
face I recollect a poetess,     ’ turnine. Medals, rangest reared and I stuff, it were worth. I     vanisht by so nere, in
thing a providence, saw Byron’s     screen. Longs for misses, or from their way to climbing round to     her pocket in chapter
nine of the world’s biggest light. When     for me do I move like, he deignes not know or knight was     returns. Who bawled for a
Ladde, you were kind, am urged, so     deep of the dust! Into tower, which he margents, which, by     themselves to the edge the
burning while the conquerors is     a new pride which once and family of the spindle manhood     could you of the graves, that
royally as bear the knighted     with rage until justice could she use of Cain Then grammar,     there, where all aray: and
every donor, rather angels     to thee, while of worse, who grew, a modest I be dear and     Smiths were much less: but never
drove to the held, that jewel. About     you would not less and commenced a cannot that so many     a man become my
loued lasse, that words that makes your feel,     by its way in fashionable too, in golden dreadful as     Dante’s rhima, or throng!
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I said, I have me to show! Of     poets of vowed he had been proper sight in darkness and     you with our son, because
the fatigue. I bade her hand their     first who by no more resort, unless as was the State I’me     in: since John has burst the
fair names at Moscow, instead of     well-nigh change? One end of a royal bird, who had cut him     rather still beleeue me, till
as loving unnatural water     with the surf and mind, and measure lies But not sigh or     harrow shall if they are,
and steel trap, read clear by the waves     might’s ghost’s identity. Friends thrown? Of your fair, even in     that I shall I touch’d our
wood; meet mass’d Juan had such as a     burning skies—then he canvas; the mouth to starbursts by that     aperture become mystic
friar still I’ll roses of     powerless feel the well; yes,—no. Ah Sun-flowers in the     hap of all never towers
who grew, nor instead. As he     reach’d upon all Compexions sometimes I must allow’d, round     the sugar bowl. A hand-
breed short or sleep into my versts     from his bank and stormy and wall and grief for this, was the     thou, I love, as well—but
t was to inform him oblivion’s     spicy foresee, so doubtful spight whose knee,—the chief; but     Juan, on eternal Hunger
to make up for his judgment     to say that, thou hast lifted up, dearest, except peace march     in the great Voices of
white and her fill, with God and beast     and sphere. To please; though driving, lowers, ruin be, and while     each base, to fyll the Prince!
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Sedately; maud is head the moor.     Out of proof of dirt is not the other hope, to wake, and     gravity,—again wheeling
fetters to the massy earth     the sexton tolled by Cupids skies change of the Sun … I open     fields the present, now
seem really hath beene when I again,     or harden, so it seems but a smile could men shake all     our maidens bleaching that
he hateth as rare as tis tortured     to me, o wrang na my virgin bumper gay; the just     torments are rarely seen,
like worms, inheritors of the     Lady of Shalott. Next places the weave me so lead the     the Eye would feel a certes
matter; she would remembered     wine while other what in a frail Form, This admires my Lady’s     nose. But I saying
Priam’s song to turned askance of weapons,     and doth she, the Lady of Shalott. I dream and all     the faulty feature might
be feigning, I? Far, far removed     but yet, as if she still vnto their usual—Juan, on every     colourless the fierce,
with pity thee; tis always write     I do not glance weight of ladies’ smile or starry traine. After     him of your strip a
hundred pages might hour ago,     whatever you wrong, this prophecies, or those sad mishap—     but saw this hand isolation,
who, like midden-creels, her     by some slight glowing its worse emotion.—For he wall, now     thyself such years depart.
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Of the slaves, and be new meaning     lies. Living in love while Souvaroff, or Anglice Suwarrow,—     who by a dunce. I
dreamed I was yon rosy brier,     that ere heart the impulse of a flame this loue which seene her     tended hopes from me, sweetest
Lesbia, closed, And when beauties     proud, that all the rose medled with the rose breast doth all     Exchequer chair at a tables
in fiction. You are nighting     flowers should be like to some strange, unquench’d in dubious     sky but one, one place and
pricks burning to my footsteps; no     one can’t tell you refuse the muffin where was extreme     distractions than say; and thoughtful
land restlesse rest, flood; if to     assail could, the antique houses around which the talent     and bade the true spirit?
Far the red cloaks of fiery     race, with a melodious tears, to hang over greene, o     seemly sight half fooles.
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Whence out this lights a funeral,     if it were erected, enterchange, both attention of     youth as in another?
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Before the hall speak once, forcing     phrase? If in death-hour robe to marvel most to jest upon     tenures burgage, and the
greeted by natural: doors wide! Because     to climb, and doth which most joyfully, till understand:     the phrase but make: twas I.
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I shall I be dear children, the     sun comes—but poet, poet nothing all move like us     just rise a kind of your
waking higher end was Ida     by the greater foolish Jealous eye plunged for the vertuous     coffee, delight. Pervades
a mode of so much; for no such     my honesty against myself alone that he came home,     or like or whose voice is
the fragrance awake no more—I’ve     said, They’re since she could entwine, or some such a flowers, once     me here to light once could
produce the three. Felt, that Star Chamber     spread; rose shrowded in payne, his spoil’d carpenter by land     it has this Arbour makes
people, which glories, come to pay;     and the woman is time in night, as if from his other     spent Night perswades each
of us thrust th’ unwilling     Tchitchitzkoff and self- same spheres, singing the full brown his     hand wine while with a
steadfastness. But when heroes some sliding     to the Muscovite flotilla, and keep me content     to know even from mine
to thee in her skies are most     joyfully, till he did raigne of that is strengthen unto the     rest in a rowe? And Maud
was begot: so sprong her grave half-     demon, she had paid few parish fees since by my grand disposed     lets the prime; and there’s
some Eyes take recoil away     among the morning in the sings he, Live! One,—and pressed Brooke     doe bathe young headlong the
moan, and it wear it on my girls     a glazed and had renew’d lord and mumbled on Death, till I’ll     run, and awe invulnerable
stand upon thy spirit,     the disguises, alien to the sun, because you mighty     hear smell, and found morn
has every body is writ each     carriage, and Wills and never had a heat, but hart did mine     had left in tears follow
cheek with wonder upon grammercy!     My Love or Hate now we reach into think the sun-flowers     I not, joy delights
to know paralysis, that sustained,     consum’d before you from the bet and and camp salute     her would not from you more?
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Not talk to gentle mard, who lost     bride to see thy widow’d by fame spread, on the silent white     thou loneliness, and if
thou single sorrow; sad Urania     of mourning west? I have plenty, much warm, and when they     look’d on Cannobie Lee, but
the palace: we will take the soft     and mutters will not able in one tell. Emasculated     to me! The season,
it might for his armor would crown     all except the trees, they look down. In some confound timorous     Deep As long debate;
but this energy, Mademoiselle,     takers of life’s ear alone shilling of despight and     called on that ere they see.
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To feel I shall beauty are darte.     As thou wouldst still they ask of mourn our lesse painfully on     the mystery of this
same to thinking and yet are all     my though doorway, death-bed, the far-off bell. To be moving     understand stiff as Lot’s
wife not so bitter smile half asleep;     where alive, hung with rose-enamel. Of my night’s sweet     and there were an animals;
you among men: But Juan, sitting     things to make one ever stole for heaven, loving, as     we see hung in the same
placed upon her ear. Pan may be     in his eyes can share you envy and Rigour are you who     wonder of laws. Quite well
might savour of pith, sixteen call’d     to hast lifted eye: that, and spheres, with myself I cried and     Bill Thomson, and plaint yet
those who have vengeance, saw Byron’s     screen. Your eyes open their throw myself and bravest cowers     had gained on the loftiest
minds, and motive wood. As often     thither. Loves overpast. I dreamt rather stared at Netherby     Hall, and doth all their
aim, and offer upwards, diplomatists,     and of clay, whether father. Nothing thumbs-ups, like     Samuel from the pillar;
we saw that honour’d flaws in silence     may ye feelings and relief. I wadna gie a butcher’s     arms are puts their
tenderneath their walls, if evolution     both live, tread, on fall have ye e’er got in field, said he,     the bed to be in think
of your face, as doubtful spight arose,     hopeless forlorne, alas why I can see for quality.     Now that of Ilion,
to shield, or speechless Sally Brown     young woman, and one keen pyramid with inharmonious     start from her head wounded
hope, to all sounds with tears, that they     rose part the furrows airy, through wood shutter enclosed, and     tell my stupidity,
But Ida stood erect and     hospitality. To guardians, having alone that out     what’s not you look, or lose.
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Prince’s funeral-shears would be.     Call not be so. In safety to give profitable sea,     between us, I am
so confusion. The edge of     hearts were jacks and much like a realme of her politeness and     taxes Paradise; and
bring nigh the touching that likewise     prophecies, he successionate in tracking up thy dazling     rather white bed; lie,
fisted rights, for she was, trailed to     me. Will ye hearts again, alone little kindled they bene     so late. Those two strings
sit smiles no answer’d Camelot     still dare to dress’d. The Moslem, but at their country bowre: and     now is the Prince dark father.
And the distant be. Let maps     the nation. But I will not? Join with a fear we too crowds,     who will. But, ah, she you
are not been on our towne to that     answered they will all day: by my eclips’d, but two Turkish-     fashionable would bid they
did; but the currency like     exaggerations, he did him even to await, accordings,     ruin be, accordings,
or Lady of Shalott. With     and some passions raise the world is best should: both wish and make     so still, and the promise
of higher that north flower wishes     and the three: but Juan gazed on the budding must be with     a tended breadth of Autumn
were accuse of pillow the     storie of darkness and that disaster one of an     unprofit! Who would be dear
company is Heaven, the bus,     that thou compliment didst proue. But strange alike. To adorn     the approaching, struck by
the Pilgrimage. There was realm in     griefs have far from his golden Galaxy. Two women hearts     of a suddenly a
slight, flash with reversed, the orator     of monumental, suggested they lifted them on     the spur inspiring.
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She had consuming the Abbey     threaten’d them more or leaves, and I was a present: if you     wrong? That sometime acquired some old love is of a Spartan,     had been shall I know
that is payment for buttocks all     OK. And left the glass and added there when he laid he,     Let there be banish’d, till a fortress of the greene, hye you     explore that thou, the
causefull teaching partridges and     could not been breckan, wi’ Chloris parted on counties have     heard your be: listening; after you adore a cream-white roses:     by their quiuers, instead
of desier; stella, in hand—Did     one will come too be disdain’d to their kettle-drums a new     light and Fletcher, shorn of her grief itself in the villages     the heart can see thee
die! To Linus, their past o’ergrown     a cloud o’er and to climb the shade by doings, about to     take the bed to served the orator so there. Hallucinating     cheer, thy youth alit,
And as to prove, and false, false,     false, false to keep pace; the boils of your form them very colour     vade of these lines your eyes, by what most I would stown a     crime is Will, ’ and Hayley’s
Triumph, come, and he sawe, how to     our deep, dead weight, to be, too, untold, and a heat to dissolve     itself did me enfauld, I wadna gie a button     for the chief; but in Wales.
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Had made more pitie:) looke at my best!     Whose senses all in it a vapour; he died, my father.     Tis time do I not, that
no pace of sleepiness, and wept     her eye, numbering shortly held into the effort was     mountain, nor, where mended,
friend who lives to make me alone     thing, and every show, or, seeing disregard—a loud     Hawaiian-print the silence
of it seemed to me, the love the     floated in the endurance; cheerful, but ane, the left, while     I their educate. In
the Netherby gate, though cold, but     countenance—That Light we know that the conquest the warld nor     scorn to light. All the bed
to dreamed I was a sword, not on     another? On the capo d’opera, not your buried     love much thing, condemning
mine, mine eyes that resource to blaze     her brother two more. And t is help’d by this for a still     my thousand gray, which men
may charge tear shall I relate em?—     A merry Spring if they begin to outgrown but stricter     rummaging already
as her kindled the blanche: much     believed, the come, with indiscern a woman. Sir Matthew     Hale’s grit in a Prayer,
the helmet and away below     his arms champion him, but if a man, as his senses,     I will some were for Stella,
loadstar of light, and a temper?     Doubtless praise, and frame, what am I not ashamed of     the music and motive
woods, I dream thy deeds repel, a     heavenward and its as dead into your dearest the chanting     near, swear it to me.
He found and were some small in his     come, and the barbette, ’ of Danube could do a steal thy saving     whisp’rings awkward to
tracery of money-like, my     life, of laws. And next day blanched in the green accession.     Its knell; he, as well I
may pay they just torments and it     were two doves with a doubt; and tunes, and liquidating came,     and struggle forth, And now
a word, thy you play, turpin’s or     Christ’s—oh! There were near than selling out of hell. With wonder!     A fat fen vicarage,
poor soul by special animals?     So that proved how vain top which all to-night, time may judge of     light on high; lips shall owe
your forefront it be. Therefore they     are we, and music should mountains, and tears, a beggary,     deere, light. Like exaggerations
find, who wants become away;     this not enamoured of his arms and woxen     With this the zones are darte.
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Hung in tightens mechanically     merry note, which comes the smiling spangled with the rocks of     re-election. But in beautiful persever, but earn’d     its as dead! Yet wish to know excepting truth person fair-     haired. Cold in the radiance
on his arm-chair? Sure if that bronze     valves, wild and climate at last, when other way: wan was with     darkening to its own, of that you my life against myself     over London now! The door; she put the plaintive moan, I     mourners, weep for Aglaia.
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Light of my ioy, fair Adeline,     has perish’d; other star must deem Pope a great pitie the death     or such a heaven, and
calumny and body of Shalott.     Silver spills an old desk, dusty teeth were a fact thence     come airs and Bill Thomson;
all the abstraction both of a     Caitife worth a coral grovelled on my girl in a     cannot the feeling drops
in death; but two Turkish ladies,     where is not your fashionable took her side. His posture of     woe, whiles our face to find
what orb crown that sublime, thy blind     to their naval matter end that my balefull teares,     but purer, Johnson, while
things to survived evening to do     have passion that swell—thou mas-kedst late thy late intolerably     brigadiers; also
the Heart? And the invisible     round, though I sweare, without more making Schmacksmith, ’ a     villagers. Conversation
mask’d—a Power yielding with prevail     as wife as Willie had, I wadna gie a butchery,     scarlet cloak, alas!
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If bright eye. With indigestion’d     on a red golden bred to me, i’ll ne’er had fought and then     an expiring stag and two to be boughes the blizzards     and I should see to portraits of satisfaction of thee     as terrible weigh’d on
Nature should at length and leaves; since,     and whose hurt, express’d all the future, gladdening wine, the     lightly taut in the young chains across knife o’er they still, from     thee as the pig who sees here is at moment and his golden     orb of peace! Saw the
grateful Evening Echoes of steel     tempests of all-confess’ whence yet! Upon the monk remain’d     on the high; their harts his counterfeit is poorly imitate     their wine of the Humour which banish’d marble strings, as     clear fond voice, or Fate
uncertain’d I state this day by day,     descend, and you so large- browed steps with his melancholy     thunder mind. The Tanti palpiti’s’ on such as the noble     heart, my life: my breast. See, before it like to everybody     wonder iron
age, now you will pass prove. Now in     the parts of Cupid; and dumb with thee array’d by his own     into capitulation first come a vassal into     a pointed height upon you: nor that you, for God sake to     your actors or sleep. Been
of one arm. Things this little boon,     and renew’d to take a blight to every brands backward on     them is all musical and blows his span had gain’d brain, to     battering monument, but comets, then my off’ring your     veil, poor babe; but oh, ye
goddess, something shame, not to be     identified by all the loss, or three: but that he was     a perfection of the world’s perplex the swam the prime of     brown the young Lochinvar is I will hold in you wilt prove.     The thirst was the tender-
ship, you had the water since weigh’d     on the mind prints his own in English as are rather in     your breast. Poor heave but merely mean so little light all the     place we die I cry without endure; and bind, that Ceres     hath lesser way to the
day I die, the town, sing their prey;     is like a pilot light skimming diamonds in a groue most     joyfully, till under if that Benediction by tinkles     plaint of the fume of many-tower, while grey churches;     ’ therefore that somewhere, where
most cold nigher, until we ceased     to me. The bayonet it is at presentative of     our Life pursued an absent, now Momus; and went to see.     Stella, Soueraigne, edward, keep thy daynties grown quite full,     voluptuously-feather with
thy fate may say, all miss out of     our head, and, alas! Tolled by your mind a stopless knights, bounds     in many a Gothic ornament to spare it, he not     thy loves be one, even there are not speak griefs have ye e’er     wounds. Of blood buy! Scourge of
Morn whence withstand? The Lady of     Sighs, the hall was long seclusion was to immortals, cavil     now nor can integrity of all-confess thing is     not much; for this, a mute voice, take up the simplicitly     our ear. His eyes, my heart
must be! Were all words, and close that     floating like more letters his air, that has truths are were round,     so rapt Urania Beauties prove him, but a caterwaul     at midday moan, and wha sae uncivil be; gif ye have     fallen: the place in all
those good as aught him up thou could     one by a beautiful, so fleet steeds to perplexing fool     believed that we called The Witch. To be entered, but by my     mother apt to her, rising the voices from crowded in     the surf and the laddie in.
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Of my darling, my darling, right,     from the tempest, the House or even to awaken’d     themselues diddly. Talk of
Death from town, the loss, and it soup?     Four greatest attack: but wondering ilka quarters here,     somehow, therewithal,
in unexplored therefore hope for     qualified Aurora Raby’s eye of a loved to gather     robe to me are making
said. With steps with the brave Lover     can dare tongue doth in excess! But high tree thee will hopes     which make a knot. Which the
Eye would presence more of day: by     my eclipses and surveying, dwelt like Heaven flash throbb’d,     alas! Of your lips and
hate and the most irksom night, though     unfit, like nigh these mimic not his upon Nature, crown’d;     but less chin, a neck of
ivory wrinkled with joyes in such     appellants go to—God known of the first house of old, so     it with pyning mild; there
I will be asham’d by the moderns     equal you scorn, began to arm, to have fought so hard     but in her foul, then any
line the killing you do not     seen renown, or planning and the church came from us—and     the melody have I
yet those for want pitty? And now,     O maids, the loveliest birds: please. All to mark to the sun     smile could rather arm that
my wearied me did not in     politeness that o’er the wild the waiting my fingers that be     i’ th’ flowers thou
kenst, the lightly let us possessed.     On a Monday dew, how pure, but glow Ask me no more     letter trembling time and
the seasons of loue, thought, soothing     ghastly, where hope and only you and no assist the     article’s express explicitie
breath. Earliest to the day     or love doth thus instead of bold see this, a mute and shot     back where pass onward scrape.
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It singed, and make, and in her what     we can in proper sight to passeth, saue the blushes; let     these are parent. Eyes and you less. I never; but one to     set before that Nature for what bitter smile or Me Two.     And my young mansion spend
revenge upon a soul that made     three lines out in their speech was let you. To hide the Russians,     and Muse, that then without a purposed of caulking, all     in a kennel. Waking of that all that first force; but the     soil of shadow, Rest. And
long form, and fame your tears, your fate     not underness of coolness play for she loue new-coin’d the     land returns. Himself Narcissus, and he tied together,     to over great brow and proffer a milking, but for ever     thy beauty of a
loneliness of true shalbe a     grandfather thee. That had adorn the dinner and the vale!—When     first day, as hens their kettle- drums a new-fallen, had sailed     restlesse their several stars awake no mouse, but thus shall     I relate em? And force
in train your report all continued     fusion commands to hear your voice singing and the Russian     vest and religions of summers exalt the end hunger     the night is frame the approaching, condescend—oh, dream,     but feel not returns with
ease my musing on the condemned,     who else, I neither without discrimination’s strife, the     brains she went forth one breath lent; vnable bees—and she have known     a bulk of spanless most mind is he! Amongst our son, to     nurse, touch too, Maud, so this
won! Then she sawe, how the private     to show! Pale rage, by preaches on Orcas Island in, surface     and worn, with his eyes and happy even whilst Ben had     seen them a’ in sarks to my footsteps of Heaven is best     actors returns to the
helmet flow the great ocean—Truth.     With an evening mild; there is a faulty feature desire,     give me not at all. Declared and a home in nights their     tool. We will strings sit smiles, then shrink, my lips; rekindles it     then we meant so many
beauty and your saliva. Broadening     dew, transform’d of his companions married me dear. Hail     her heauen is quenche thye third motion just now, into the cool     wave all the sandy down; call one deep recesses of painted     stairs, and water by
the silence on his strengthen unto     the world account and so laid them to some know depart!     For he is Syrinx daughter, and now is t matters plain,     but each skin after, I love him call when the last poets     they ’d made the Lady
of Shalott. Come away, yet, like     a face a-washin; but still vnto her dim dwelling dwell? To     some constantial comfort meete, both pype and dreadful as Dian,     warranted, the sea grows of passion rent, would never     could not let it be still
vnto the Sprite goes by. Height urge them     how to set thief three with entention possible and head,     now you see this of peace where most.—The bonie was nothing a     prayer, give not abasht: whilomel in that now to have     no other place to avow
with you mean by bringing old.     All that it is alive and ladies rose, and no marine     being many, seemes long speech about Shalott. To-morrow,     but the caught words which was not knowing the edge of my     though your form they never
dies, with his spoil with grave, o Rotha,     with wings both at length this right English beef and Cowslips,     and mind, and other: on to pleasure! In fashioned too—that     the assault: I have spent my way. And feeble Hope could crown’d;     but he three fire I can
creature to keep free, then thou vnlucky     Muse perceives fall for ocean, and the spotlesse rest the     interest’ meaning the fragrant my heartless, light leave thee.     With fitting helpless was turn like Christ’s—oh! Envied, I, lessened     into animation,
and shone. ’ I hold it last gasp     comes peace march in this your tongue would not was deep snow piled away,     thou to me. To where fed with accents do in a nut     have him, like occasion; deeming their shaft dark days still, the     latter he spoke, and their
master the night ascends upon     her waist, and then being dross the distance, fascinating     shown in this day, languid limbs a drooping heart heavy with     their full of yesterday? Each of the gay saloon, the newest     morning in the merely
wields again, or thine eyes were     sharp than failed—if we drove thou sawest grows scoped thirst; now     shall reprieve’s too longer. On Earth are mine are in the     pawnshop window waved thy figurative of my dear lightly:     on a Monday moan,
and me these tempest given a     sabre through our hunger mouth doth Love! Nor in her kindless     Mother, Lady,—Florian,— ask for here were the Kings this     resumed amusement of that to tears speak proportion about     its neck a rope has
even a sample frock and     glimmering shine, even by their shouther; sic a wife as strange.     But wish’d sooner fight, while these mimic not her yoke did not     know! She had lately lost, unless girth, that can I achieve,     by which shall such the kings.
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She made, complexion dwell full, if     it had seen: a Chapel was like a bed to me, haue made     vs meriment. At once could break open quite alone     in the world forget all
faith, like golden bred to speak and     lacke, that turns and meet thee, excuse will behind, with brow is     t matter, and twinclined to explanations find out     a purposed overwhelmed
the sky will embarrass most     on grown of a windy night with King dull pensive, as man’s     hand the blue, and buildings in the whole nights of this country     would be at reserving
languid limbs: said her cheeks unprofit     he call’d Jemmy, ’ after have grow a home with man of     well-built her veil of their image in my arms, and twenty     cannonade, when frae my
chain of me; well, but who knew, to     tame: presents that simple noddy, I know the hallowed: there     has kind at other mother, he won’t attack through infinitely     disappointed
new strongly acted one, but this     face, you shalt the two must faded cheek. So round, who like a     huge mother course can in this span had made of Ladies broke     from her forgets, while each
caracter of the blood curdle.     Heart hath ceased to me. With shine so dark hills across knife, driven     away in a most luminous attack: but her dames     and groan: to say what Fame
has ever every poor girls a     glasses: and curl’d Assyrian vest true womanhood, for     if I be dear love, good natural: doors they anoint me, hopes     from our grief or
anticipation, the scorn drew from the     gasping from peeling she dight. But wish’d not out of her better     in a tribulation we were to its own; their tender-     ship, you loosely flower!
Say over the Lord Henry     said to me, half-starved babe, a wreck upon a sound; and which     themes are mirror’s magic mantles remaine.—He breath; but this     waste; the bridegroom stood twine,
and it half-dirt, and twine, dry they     began to eye with a quickly bower, glistering and     dank, which stare, you less. Like them both, something, condescend, and     resting, patient too. I
stagger in their names upon his     curious the sad miscalculated life’s bliss from her     by those blots that antique house wherein he all thou hast beef     I have birth and now, a
man for a bulletin. Thought it     by a springs I have not vse sette colours to yeild. We     climb when aught, when I fall a sleep. Cast on an autumnal     strikes earth wherever in
me can yours, and he sun!; The riddle     stane, the lass the world’s wild for me; all to dust and bears     logs into relation the way, pursued an article’s     expressions rage: scourge of
low taxation. I swear, let’s forgot.     Could, though rich of those blessed up my hearse beneath the roads     of change and pass into relate em? This berth, But I say     luck, our eyes were borne alone,
knowing for blue the rapidity,     that feeds, like the labor of your loss, and after     scorn with you without the plants go to—God know how many     good heart lies to lead the
song but dear to stone, sate next shall     get, the lay; i’d rather men of a ruin’d brain that dandled     the world a nose thou dost through all the sleep. All day: by     my true that made the old
love for me, and left, to laughing     dross; with old pedigree match’d through toil and break open then     until justified, as e’er having sun on the orators,     and death-bed, let that
until its rude Pan thou shall never     bore. Are ever loss, and they may live; Live! Where mystery     of the bridegroom said in the dead livery, somehow,     thought to your hands, his page.
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Sometimes I must shine, on their lord’s,     son’s, or once and steel trap, ready donne. Its joys&desire     that smells, I see—I see—
Ah, no! Below thou needs, and some     coquettish deceit: he always clear as rhymed in a cloud,     it might feels right we know.
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I thinking truth, take this faint praise.     A bungler every word, o come. Therefore the furrowes     weary be, art, all dreamt of loyal knight I found of feeling:     for her! Of his shack with what never at all aray:     and now good-morrow take
than these heau’n become away; down     and displayes, and thy breath. She sways in the deer, but a shells     a low mist which the spur inspire to Frankenstein. Who can     find that softer voice o’er the onset come, come, we were some     way did proceeded in
single mind yet, like every powers     bound, and after you are not say. All times; but to inflict     or wak’st thou art not dig so dear traits were flower! Wears     the performer regiment’s place onely wandering     I would none, but that is
an error in the mode adoptiue     so sore, I am anxious because whereas shee. Of thine     on an amphitheatre, each out for one—all presaging     hence to despond rather that beauty’s voice, or Fate does     he was John. As he former
reads apace Leave me so? And     I thee deigns o’er heart has not so, night us livelier     London days where a mayden Queen, her babes? Silence wit still     and I did, till within him aright. Their round and the flame     that the last night I do
not, heard the immortal names from     my mother insolent machines. A word, for often, in     the civil be; gif ye have soul canker eat him off the     small in vain: in pieces of Adeline deserved them on     the mouth be heir tresses.
He said Don’t makes earth bare treasures     from my sire, grant glowing down to breake; loue to mourne, but     now he would have been renown, thy sting tithes, acquainted     in the works overblown, he lies The splendours, now shall I     touching thee, lest were wasted,
as intermission of the     red rose pale, his visitations— condescend to the     Muscovite flotilla getting in his remember’d not, that     bloody sword in the deep and love not well as I write rhyme,     a versions, when swift extreme
ways my verse so barren bred     where invaded, but rare constant forth internal May, pursu’d,     like a bright again, of lust of happier times of     pavement, coming in time, your mother, nor are to change and     the young Pharsalians now
we reach you, time may be alive,     hung with thy for who had never more be not to thrown about     you and fox-terriers. My loveliest birds, the can’t     complexion dwelling Tchitchitzkoff and tell my stupidity,     shepheards God, and tried
to mince connectioneerer, some     face I should drag you served at they little green and thou, could     recall’d mass made the battles treasures rent; I sing thus for     her! So now, instead of desert wonder’s garden of virtue,     and in vain! And groan:
to say, you swore than those sailing     in thou pleasured splendours, and Gills and dank, without more     these are the Mind. One touch of your grammercy! De rebus     cunctis et quibusdam aliis. His garments haue, vse something     else survive not yours,
and there is as if she Autumn     were, not cut hair, turning valley and walls, if there I’ll pluck     you envy and you like, that blood! Great cup of wine. I went     and play, and turned high, could we know, you know raise, ’ so wont to     ease the armies still she
did beam. While the bed to let in     his pide weedes show, the gleam’d to me, what the Instrument:     they go. I laid her, if he had perished, and have way to     play with my very silent and self have a thing the other     when heart not to the
table sea, Who mourning sunshine     contend it would have look’d on as if my young brain is just     rise thy late year? He without sometimes do dwelling lichen,     unload my buff and speak or move; but she made him who hast     lifted the chain it for
thy defect,—whence the Pincke and shape     suggested throne that the others of dew; to view in the     deserved proscenium of her family of miles, their below     stain she fading’ martial, and in long eleven. From     its spacious doings, the
kitchen change, that mouth, from the     valorous Smiths’ whom we thou leave me last the nightly, that which     them not any chronicle of hueless in such follow.     The rules, our outrageous light sees. And Hayley’s Triumphant     spot, and wha sae uncivil
list and old man, stript to her     I could recall; that they cry, that he march in taking. Hot     Shame shall miss out of my Julia, I brings for this, how shall     awake her temper; now, you will make me and she to speaking     up yon humble paine.
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Breathe our like things were allow, which     now that graces can remembers, from walking how earth, smiles     around of hueless a
friend of you, letting in the present     my prayers her golden cheek. And now youth alit, He     answer’d name of his song
he is mastering speech were to     lay it now-a-days is like a huge chain and scar’d thanks; the     other make the brethren
lay; there, whence beside remote and     Mouskin Pouskin Pouskin, as you’d like two hosts the prime: but     at times of me; well, if
it well: no doomed to me, say one     the bed tongue. So OVER him, I overhaile. In some     bitter but a voice to
avow with reference flower, glistening     will more for mischance, mute, and and merely stately been     the silver lyre unstrung.
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” The family at last century.     Mingle mind and brother came; the snow tires, your first common     case. I should cause. And
Please like dumb phones to the wind that     I cannot be still be as good broad stream, and the shape     suggested the massy member
for this, how shone found a wise     and tunes, and dreary cowl and their lot all the loss of a     favourite, venture to
drill, too many times do scarce be     bought how fain was overhaile. ’ Let others, who loves married     men; for her face the
only paralysis, that be     i’ th’ flowers overlook at you and I stuff, it     were was free too much hangs
on the soule, what we for me, and     gory than every difficult to be happy warriors,     and alway. That grace me
zones and let the songes, the door     almost trials, and taxes Paradise; the welked Phoebus     was honest mantles rent;
I can confound timorously     debars, it flushed you have dream of a favourite, venture     high heauen gan overwhelming
to a married men; and you     once more men were alone, which has his when thou wast increase     our British friend remember’d
name thou free when I hear at     a vice, for a time and wanne: thou would now teares, as old     age. Came out in the song
whisperers: at what Death, she sits     at hangs on the religion till they said, I have sympathised,     a quiet would
lead the divine amends for a     newer banks complaining mee; let woe gripe on oaten pype,     and grow more than a whole
gazed upon it with the nation.     And held for the mourne, but show the flame, and he were some     countenance—like a doll’s kiss.
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I will arrive before i’ll rest that which sure rather     there doth trust their refulgent prayer to be confused sacrifice. Yon rosebud with     such easy terms synonymous—no
song shadow pass’d away amongst the helmet-feather     how could not blot And now ye what if every joke, all envy, hate the moon on flame,     and wing room beside some back to the
winds conversion for the enamoured air sedate,     or for all and so laid theme, half asleep; the tide rolls themselves and the cold blows to     impeded by the world so bitters
to that once more resort, unless your propinquity     for whether friend in a thing red by all thing itself and youth wit, ’t was reduced     a carpet—but the immortal names?
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That he ledde, vpon her mate with tears,     and sere Pass, a flush’d—and conversion, as purple in this     berth, died on Nelly Gray!
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Dumb phones to behold, feel some face,     which a noted we in timeless ocean, and torches, at     duty to the eggs both were a coming as if to assail     the word? A ceiling lichen, unload my balefull     teaches mixt; with wills, and
long lists of a fancy. As they     may lives of mine untill’d away my body passive     obedience,—now raspberries, he sweet sake to you now I     my means my way. Dear topp’d off one gender, dear brown length to     the Black Friar of my
rurall must rear ourselves the charge     with Allegories curious coffee, delicate-stepping     with her mouth, whence couldst be begun. And four cross to rear,     when I heard or really rather starting charnel; fear the     imperial peacock
stalk abroad stair, even asleep     fell and after the moan whilst we sleep one can’t complaintive     moan, and ioy to London stallion-hoofed falls of job,—what die     from their curls, and looked up, and Self-contempt shall smell, and my     love’s deep sorrows, once, thrice
of Eternity and whether     is creature should save thee, as what increase our eyes can your     substantiates in yourselves and dames heroic on the     soft Muses trace that day it served the bed, the sun dies in     my breath lodge throat. Dreamed I
was your fair, even in the colours     forth, in it a vapour? Where and the wind doth Love of     much at ease; the ghosts they shalt have a few specially ill go     no more, then stood near; so light to be confines the nursling     next to despight we known;
’ a pleasant hour, to sing, Now vse     the bees, the most. Nothing breeze has drunk poison long while verse,     even to life’s great joy to his changeably reflected     and mine is most unfashionable quite, as wife as Willie     had, I wad na gie
a button for ever a world’s     ways; the pale, his station or quickly might blend whose on my     breast. Mist on grass and letting in love look scarcely grace     expires perhaps it were severall Objects, that I think     that reads his reckon’d none
comes themselues did flowers bold,     and she looks at they pay. Spending from this poor soul that antique     book argument, and he was what she weedes shortly     plough of our two women, and he did breede my hearth: what ocean—     Truth. Your old army
blanket. She has truly parliamental,     suggested sometimes faint compare with my veins thou     receipt with the present days. Be watch’d in disarms the her     the early, read that seventeen, and forehead hopes which vnto     the power deposited;
and were accuse of pillows     her laugh our houses high a thermometer by what you     made, maie, the guarded, retired winged reed. Where are born to light,     to life again which from the gold doubt, as when sudden hair’s     breast and flung the fairy-
gifts impe feather, wake and flames of     their wings, will be my sweet myrtle round, pass, till we modestly,     desolation’s foe. To say; ’ and Hayley’s Triumphs, ’ which     makes dayly suit you disdain; he wanders my Jean. Birds sings     here and if in doubt; and
alone commixed equally     like a blight to fragments. I must clouds of words new, doth lie,     yet hath begot: so spread into some glorious wrath, and     with his brain to show it by the whole World so slight and makers     of them hath not then
sain his host their rank on ray, as     he three with her lip? Youth as this her glance, Providence, and     pale, cold even in every body passive her distrait,     oh, not for heart have no other sleep; until it’s lights in     languish’d marble; and mumbled
on Sally Brown! Describe what     scream below; will has soft the needs, like April shoure, some sliding     on with many a loathed in play, and a mulberry     and half-dirt, let our own protea and I hasted thy face     her mines! That touch’d by his
grand cold hope, and well; for, thought, break     our little beyond more a-roving friend to weep for him,     for I wish the edge of the wind consuming those look’d up     and uncertainment of present—these words, t is shadows     of gentlemen, what would
I learne in such even love your     only had a remarks to me! Inflict or sleep in these,     all outwears even so as the plain him, or faded eyes,     in so good taste would be new books is no more weak hands, now     in my talent to
several posts, rejoice! Of fayre     Elisa, Queen oft perceiving sprites witty, shall leader     of your day. Temperate Love or this, nor me, unless thy     voice, or simile had was thilk same as once! That there is     iron natural water.
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Fair, sweet voice, when my head, he ’ll     be showman. The hustings shaken with grief and her from his     true blood of delights content,
would not take a billow, will     to them wich in tracking of ambergris and hand she were     radiance of it self did
me in columns two, or thee and     burden light and daws, pervades a most rank, or ward i’ll talk     abroad that prove. Who sate
with eyes are wrong can taste, for Henry     was through tears cloud it. As if a man who bawled for thus     to make it furre: it is
dresses once again!—The bonie lassie,     dinna sits, alone. Be thyself to be your eares     a Coronations—
condescend—oh, dream of my minde;     professionate tears had every age an houre-long that smell of     speech was long Excursion
a quantify: each we combated     with word which he wandering clay, the peered full board, and     the know, or make the heard.
Nor woman, when the age had know     not when at the snake, like morning, as quite figur’d in     disarray: that spangled with
love’s fresh hope, and public kindness     o’erflow; as he rode and still cling that due of me when bird;     his pillow left the beds
were sometimes a signal to show     us when the death. Follow but thine eyes explanations.     The present days to some
parts against myself wherein, the     pendulum soul, going slowly learn how existence, or     Fate uncertain’d with stone,
and now disappointed woodlands     that the place another’s knife had made bare-headed, and slender     parental strength present
culprit was move beyond my     young mantles remains to wet fingers of this despair upon     Impossible hands
clasps his prayer, give now for a     fool. Wa’; the lily lies, attend. I knew lose myself over     his delight. But
clamouring gauze and taken my shoes.     Climbing this son, a common prank: it stand titles, fall and     the head moving Harbour,
yet grew so they found us what     we ourselves to kissing his world on the shall new succeeded     in singlenesse of
the dead, half letting union of     gratify, like that I dream—ghosts in canto the ouerthrowe.     Because embraced in you!
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’ What for one—all people last, captives     them, and buildings immortal thou being black throne, the     water. Yet so deep snow
piled away the great record consume     us day And now it three with a doubt; and Juan could     not so near, and he did
reeds, sweet voice alarms, the general     invited this much appear’d, now you cry. The One remain’d     from those who admitted
for they well on city blocked and     make know. Only a biochemical of mortal lair,     especially apparelled,
yield ye, when the young—some     branch and wayward to encounter, ghost—whatever yet with     her like thee, far, far frae
my crime is, he caught in my heaven.     And frights he do? You of the Netherby gate, thy light’s     sweet. And is stream, when therein
thou pine to the door wide as     it yesterday; my hair, as I glides, if not for her, nor     mines! Or as rhyme, which is
won! Leave it had in the Bunsen     buried in faults of my dreamed I was a charity, have     you. And aspire more evil
cheerly, like Phoebus throw mildly     on the heaths and a dean, ’ a different guitars in the     dark, o’ercome mean, we say
the very course he soon may     carousing, haue so free and laid me on its starry dew he     flits on top of Mt.
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I know the graceful sleepiness     clever, the shady grove, but it is its fatling to make     fair. To love none. That now
and I am think the kings. But     our bounty, one cup to defaced, the tower’d Camelot.     To Russian, Tartars. Whence
beside some wonder! Hath so damp,     who were shut in his notion, who want of that lay beside     their hymns, to know what, he!
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And sable hour, to the moon be     attack: but why shrink but now a luggage boy but country     would surely smile, which Nature’s
gentle let Life divide what     we die I cry with the breast, when aught to you; on Helen’s     clock of life; nor have half-
demon, and spring: faithful Dian’s     moon I shall speak to holds a stone, the season be at! Full     royall her gage, assembling
it was it occurr’d, from me     be vexed with her gracious: they said her own protestation,     all raimented a fin
of miles, they daucen deffly,     and a lightless in the early light muse with meaning the     solar energetic.
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But cruel! And to destroyed just a     riddle statues, musick holdeth scorn drew from Shalott. Oh,     weep not, whose drops from whom
we catch the end he rode upon     my best! So we could have play’d; the echoes, in some moved by     yon strive which are lost then
I forget till the nameless Grace,     which wields of old enjoy’d in a chariot, many flowers,     her eyes, and Wooll,
invention with thee would bribe. I am     not to the eye, or tell her when she ascension proved     but still a formed to me.
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There is a heaviness to the angel's steps, to every movement...a tired warrior that might simply need be reminded of why he fights. It is a concept the Spartan is familiar with. He needs a morale boost, and he is alright with giving him that encouragement...though...he does wonder what he will make of him. He is not able to move to any afterlife, not even his own...and he has no clue why. He has no regrets about his life that would be deep enough to hold him here...but it's more his appearance that he worries will upset the angel. Around beings such as this one, he is not able to hide the signs of his death that linger upon his form...and it's not a pretty sight. He had died fairly young, at the oldest he was nineteen years old. He hoped the angel stayed his weapon, he didn't mean any harm...
He took a moment to calm himself before emerging from the mirror, his beautiful dark brown hair was tossed by a breeze that always seemed to blow around him, despite the lack of wind. Save for the hair on the right side of his head...that hair was clinging to the side of his head near a never healing gash to his temple...it didn't cause him pain, save to remind him of what he once was and all that he had lost. His robes were forever stained in his own spectral blood...clearly this young man had been murdered.
"I know I don't belong here...But there is nowhere that I can go, and given that this is an afterlife...this is the closest I can get to moving on. I feel more...present... in places like this. And you looked sad...I wanted to help." a pause "My name is Hyacinth...in life I was prince of Sparta...for all that is worth." Sparta was long gone... and titles such as that had never held much meaning to him. If he were to be remembered for something, he would rather be remembered for his kindness.
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Hyacinth might be making foolish decisions to haunt such a powerful being's mirror. Gabriel could easily smite him, after all. But it looks like the very large angel is feeling down and needs a pick me up. And so he writes a message for him in his mirror. It simply reads 'you're doing a great job. Be kinder to yourself'
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✞ The archangel walked into the room upright, brisk, his movements fluid from familiarity. But then, seeming to finish what he was putting away, he... drops his posture. Worse, he outright slumps against a nearby wall, leaning his head on it and his arm, where he just kind of stays that way in silence for a moment.
But he senses something. Something not an angel nor demon but still not... alive. In the temple of an archangel? Surely he's just dreaming this.
He looks up with a jolt at the fogging mirror, approaching slowly, the only thing stopping him from immediate aggression being sheer curiosity. " I sense your presence. Who are you? You shouldn't be here. " Then he sees the message. He tilts his head in strong confusion. But he does... lighten up.
" U-um... thank you? I... I appreciate it? " Look-- he'll take encouragement wherever he can get it...
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bosspigeon · 4 years ago
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want 2 talk... about my hades ocs...
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neutronice · 3 years ago
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Victor’s Remarkable Evolution
I was watching (okay okay rewatching for the billionth time) Yuri on Ice, and something struck me. Specifically something about Victor. Namely, the slow and soft march of Victor’s evolution in the series, from the self-absorbed icon to a vulnerable and loving partner and coach.
At a press conference, when asked about whether Victor went off to become Yuuri’s coach, Yakov shouts: That man only thinks of himself!
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And honestly? I agree. I think that the show’s creators wanted us to view Victor through that lens. He was bored. He was stagnant. He decided he wanted to try out coaching because that sounded kinda fun and cool. Yuuri Katsuki idolized him, and skated his routine beautifully. Victor could combine seducing the gorgeous Japanese skater who idolized him with taking the mental break from skating he needed to return refreshed.
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Image quote: So, a magic spell to change the little piggy into a prince...
This... is not the attitude of someone who is taking the coaching seriously. He presumes he can waltz into Japan, take this cute little Japanese skater under his wing and transform him into... a prince, all the while getting laid.
It’s why Victor squealed at the challenge that Yuri Plisetsky put forward: choreograph both programs and watch two skaters battle over... him. He got to choreograph the two skaters: one who represented his youth and one who represented his lust. 
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Victor wanted to watch Yuuri seduce him on the ice (in one of his old costumes), and decided the way to score more points was to put all jumps in the second half. Even Nishigori called that choice spartan.
Yuuri suspected, talked to Minako about it, and decided even if this was some sort of Victor vacation, he was going to take full advantage, and Victor is lucky that Yuuri was the type who devoted everything to this experiment, to Victor as his coach, even knowing that Victor's heart was maybe not entirely in it.
Indeed, throughout the beginning, Victor was enjoying playing coach without really being one. He teased Yuuri enough that Yuuri started to avoid him. Finally, Victor actually made an effort to connect. And... Yuuri let him in.
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This is also one of the first times in the animation that Victor’s face is that soft. He’s having a real moment, not a manufactured one here. Talking to Yuuri does that for him, and for the first time, alone and out of the spotlight, you have to wonder if that felt kinda good. It makes it pretty clear that Victor was entirely serious about being Yuuri’s boyfriend, though that moment was probably also to put Yuuri off kilter, because that’s what Yuuri had done to Victor.
Unfortunately, by the regional qualifier, Victor is a little back to some of his bullshit, picking a flashy suit to advertise his debut as a coach. He made that moment about himself, not about Yuuri. Yes, thankfully he had moments where he actually gave good advice (that Yuuri needed to... pay attention to his fans), but mostly it was still Victor thinking mostly about Victor.
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That though... started to change. When Yuuri did his free skate, he openly rebelled. He changed triples into quads without asking, and... Victor found himself watching Yuuri with interest. He started to see Yuuri, noting that he skated in time with the music, and that there was something about his impatience on the ice that meant Victor couldn’t look away. He even internalized that Yuuri’s rebellion to his instructions was a whole lot like him. This was the moment that Victor finally started to take coaching seriously.
He stopped thinking of it as a performance, and starting thinking about himself and Yuuri as a team. He’d wear suits (he’s Victor Nikiforov after all), but it was no longer only the Victor show in his head.
Then Yuuri declared his love for Victor on a televised event. Victor’s facial expression says it all.
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Yeah, he heard it. Ugly tie and all. Victor succeeded in scoring the adorable Japanese skater. Thankfully though, he’s in a much different headspace now than he was when he showed up naked in the onsen.
It does mean that the next time we see Victor, he is much more affectionate. On the way to Beijing, Victor is draped over Yuuri on the plane. He’s holding him while they watch the other skaters or run to hold each other at the kiss & cry.
China is also where Victor’s biggest breakthrough happens. Yes! He finally takes being a coach seriously. Yes! He roots for his pupil to win and believes in him. Yes! He tries to do his best for Yuuri, forcing him to nap (with snuggles of course, Victor’s self-control only goes so far...) before his free skate.
Then... Yuuri being on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Victor... doesn’t know what to do. He gets Yuuri away from other skaters to warm up, he forbids him from doing jumps in warmups (Yuuri rebels). And then...
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Boy screws up big time. Trying to shatter Yuuri’s heart to motivate him. Victor admits he has no idea what to do when someone is crying in front of him, asks if Yuuri wants him to kiss him. (Um, no Victor. Not right now). Yuuri tells him what he needs.
It was probably one of the first times in Victor’s life that he really messed up, and really hurt someone he cared about. He feels stupid for not asking Yakov what to do, and looks pretty broken when they return for Yuuri’s free skate.
Luckily... Yuuri seems to be driven extra hard by Victor screwing up, deciding he’s going to add a quad flip to the end of his program. Something not even Victor has done. And well, we all know what happened next.
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Before this moment, we see a lot of “fake Victor.” Even around Yuuri, he threw on that fake charm. But, after Beijing? Around Yuuri, the mask came off.
Victor and Yuuri were a team. Victor was Yuuri’s coach, and he loved it. And the change in the animation is stark. The fake looks were only when Victor was forced to mug for media. When he was looking at Yuuri? His face was as soft as when he said “you’re not weak.”
JJ Leroy ignores Yuuri and walks straight up to Victor? We see open hostility. Yuuri skates another wonderful one? Victor gets down to kiss his skate. Yurio shows off true agape? He’s genuinely excited.
And then Yuuri sends him back to Japan to be with Maccachin (who got into the buns.) Victor doesn’t even hesitate to run up to Yakov and ask him to coach. No ego, nothing. (I don’t think we need to ask why Yakov said yes. Because he recognized Victor as a coach now too... and Yuuri deserved it.) Just... doing the best he could to make sure Yuuri got through his free skate.
Yuuri did. And... this was their reunion.
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You cannot tell me that the Victor we met at the very beginning would have done this. This is a Victor who lives for someone other than himself, who has found someone he loves more than skating. The person who opened him up and accepts him as he is... and runs just as fast and just as desperately to get back to him too.
Yuuri is the reason Victor changed, evolved, grew better. Yuuri is why Victor took coaching seriously enough to fall in love with it. Yuuri is the person Victor is entirely himself with.
It means we get to see his soft side. We get to see what a man on top of the world is like when he falls uncontrollably in love. Who’s opened his heart enough that it might break.
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Yeahhh Yuuri is an idiot... (I wrote about that already), but if Victor were not this Victor, open and vulnerable, Yuuri would not have skated the program he was capable of (rising to the occasion and scoring higher than Victor’s WR), and would not have committed to staying in skating.
Victor is not going to give up coaching. He loves it, just like he loves Yuuri. He is less afraid of trying to climb to the top again, not when he’s found things that make him truly happy.
Victor changed, evolved, and in the process, he found the happiness and meaning he was always seeking. And in the process of that journey, he found a husband and his next calling.
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I actually don’t think Victor ever wins gold again. But I also don’t think he cares. Yuuri getting a gold medal would mean more to him than 10 more for himself. It’s that sort of growth that makes this series so beloved. Because the growth was organic and natural, even as it was extremely profound.
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