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[silveryinkystar]

fabian's roboto-font "maximum legend tattoo 🤝 antiope's kristen itc-font "leader" tattoo

[chevalier-tialys]

the way that lyra and will leading people out of the world of the dead parallels orpheus and eurydice trying to lead the workers out of hadestown though

[silveryinkystar]

Gonna hijack this post for a bit because the mechanics of Force visions is something I find actually fascinating in SW media (I was just going to leave this in the tags and it got way too long oops)

From a Doylist perspective, Force visions are a reference to the self-fulfilling prophecy trope, especially in Anakin's case. It's textbook Greek tragedy levels of "trying to avoid your fate only ends up causing it," which makes sense since the prequels are designed to replicate the structure of a tragedy, ROTS especially so.

But if we look at it on a textual level, there's something really interesting going on about just the way Force visions are presented, i.e. in the form of little flashes of the near future which are mostly visual. (part of this is obviously to give the effect of "visions" to the viewers, but there's some textual evidence that it's how the characters also understand their visions - Ezra and Ahsoka come to mind) It's a little bit meta in itself, so not 100% Watsonian, but it does help us understand more about how visions work.

So we have the future being pushed to these people in fragments of visual scenes - in Ahsoka's vision of Padme getting attacked, for example, she sees the chaos following the attack but not Padme actually dying. There's a sort of foreknowledge that's implied, of the possibility of her dying, but it's not actually confirmed - what we're told is basically, "hey, Padme's going to be in a potentially fatal situation soon, and it's causing chaos." The letter of this vision does come true, but we don't know if the spirit of it does as well.

By "spirit" I mean the literal essence of the vision - is it warning Ahsoka that Padme's about to die in that attack, meaning she had to intercede and therefore eschewed that future? Or was the vision presenting her with the chaos and just saying that it could go either way, and that Padme would survive because of her interceding anyway? There's not enough detail to be sure - which I feel is exactly what the Jedi try to say.

Kanan says the same thing to Ezra, to be careful, but doesn't dissuade him from acting on his vision - which again follows the letter rather than the spirit of what he sees. I'd say that as bad as the consequences of following the vision were in the immediacy of their actions, they did oust an Imperial double agent who could have caused so much more chaos for the Rebellion instead.

Ultimately, we never actually find out exactly what the visions say. Maybe they do happen as they're presented to Jedi, or maybe the futures presented are all subverted while being mapped out visually in the same way. But it's this uncertainty that the Jedi warn against! There's never empirical evidence of what's going on, and we don't really learn much about how visions actually work beyond this breakdown.

What fascinates me is that we, the audience, are also pulled in into the same level of mechanical awareness of how Force visions work as the characters - it's as ambiguous to us as it is to them. Which means that as much as we can say, "X did the wrong thing by not listening to Y's visions," or "Y shouldn't have acted on their visions," we ultimately don't know which of them was the "correct" way things would happen, or even if there is such a thing implied at all. (note that "correct" here doesn't mean "good" or "bad", but more like "foretold" or "predestined" in an unchangeable way)

Also interesting is the fact that the Force is never straightforward about things that may happen in the future - the only other form of foresight that we see that comes anywhere near as close are "bad feelings", which also don't actually tell you anything meaningful about what's going to happen, only that something is. Just a little food for thought ;)

The jedi often insist that they are only shown possibilities in their visions of the future, not certainties; while I'm inclined to trust them on that, I don't remember ever having read or seen a work where the visions did not come true, even if not as expected.

Ah sorry. The question was meant to be whether you know about an instance of force visions that don't come true.

Hi! This is an interesting question because it's not always clear what counts as a Force vision, what is weird Force fuckery (like Ahsoka's future vision of herself from Mortis--that vision never came true, but does that count as a vision?), and what's something else. But of the ones that we know are Force visions, in top level canon (movies + TCW), they generally all come true because there only a handful of times they happen and most of them happen in ways that are not accurate to the events of the vision. (The thing is, it's a franchise that has to keep its audience's attention, wasting time on a vision that has no point to the plot is not a good way to spend your limited amount of movie time or your 22 minutes per episode!) So, it's not that the Jedi are saying, "Yah, just go ahead and ignore a Force Vision." (unless it's billed as a dream, not a vision, that's a key difference) but "Be careful, because it's only a possibility and often times acting on it can be what brings it about or makes it worse than in the first place." But ultimately if you're writing a story that's exciting to a reader, what writer is going to include a Force vision that never happens? That would feel very unsatisfying! XD So, because the Jedi are shown to be reliable narrators on the Force in the major ways (like the Force 100% works like they say it does, via Lucas' commentary about it), this is one of those things you just gotta trust what the material tells you, in my experience.

[reivun]

@pretiumus liked for a starter!

if there was one regret ivan would have (this day, he does have plenty of regrets on other days), it would be not really paying attention when teleporting. it was a rookie mistake, truly one he would've made some four decades ago. perhaps the stress was getting to him. but now, he was in the middle of the mountains instead of his guild. he hoped it was the correct mountains at least.

upon his shoulder, romulus cawed in annoyance. ivan gave the raven a side eye glance, "you're the reason i was distracted, don't forget." a second caw, more distressed. ivan stiffened immediately — distracted and foolish yet again, he truly was letting the stress get to him. just because an area appears abandoned, doesn't mean its always so.

"i know you're there." where? no idea. but this could at least draw the other out.

[summerwritesfics]

🗺️Once You Break Forth Hearken The Flap Of My Wings

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 3114 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Modern with Magic AU, Vaguely Elfpunk vibes tho tbh, Demon!Kuai Liang, Demon!Bi-Han, Threats of Violence, Past Character Death, Bodyguard!Hanzo Hasashi, Conspiracy, Message From The Dead, Threats of Abduction, Assassination AU-Gust 2024 Day 12: Wings

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Notes: Right, so I didn’t like the original prompt for today, so I switched it out for one of the jokers. So Day 12 is wings ^_^;; This is another I really like so there will probs be a continuation of it at some point :) Title is from Quoth The Raven by Eluveitie.

Hanzo trailed along after Quan Chi, one hand on the handle of his katana. He didn’t trust this part of the city, sometimes referred to as The Lin Kuei for some reason and considered the seedy underbelly. He would usually avoid it like the plague. It was in these streets that Harumi met her demise. But Quan Chi had business here, and as his bodyguard, Hanzo had to go wherever he went.

“Relax, Hanzo,” Quan Chi suddenly chimed up, looking over his shoulder and smiling. “No one’s going to attack you if you give them no reason to.”

Hanzo bit his tongue, holding back his true thoughts. Harumi would have never given someone reason to attack her, yet she still managed to die in these streets. Granted her death was considered a tragic accident, supposedly no one else was involved, but he was not so convinced. They’d had discussions about her in the past, and Hanzo had learnt to keep her name off his lips in Quan Chi’s presence. He was hardly the most sympathetic of men.

They came to a building, and Quan Chi hit a small button attached to a speaker. It took a couple of seconds, but soon the speaker crackled to life and a voice called out “hello?”

“My name is Quan Chi, I’m here to meet with Song Bi-Han,” he spoke, waiting for a reply of some kind. There was silence for an uncomfortably long amount of time. Hanzo was starting to wonder if they just weren’t expecting visitors.

Eventually however, the voice stated “come up.” And then the door swung open, Quan Chi entered and Hanzo followed quickly after. Inside there was a narrow stairwell that they both walked up. At the top, a man with long silver hair was waiting for them. Hanzo would have believed he was human too, only he had split pupils, indicating he was something of more demonic heritage.

“Follow me,” the demon instructed, turning his back to them and opening a door.

Quan Chi and Hanzo followed, entering a large room. Glancing around, there seemed to be a few other demons hanging out inside, glaring at the pair of them with venom. It made Hanzo take an even firmer hold of his katana. They were led to a small table, low to the floor with pillows around it. The demon gestured at them to take a seat, Quan Chi taking one pillow and Hanzo taking another.

Hanzo kept looking around. This place was strange. It didn’t look like a business of any kind, but also didn’t seem to be what he’d consider a living space. The other demons had lost interest in the two humans who’d entered, sitting around at their own tables and talking between each other.

He turned back to the table in time to see two men entering the room across from them. They were also both demons, clearly of an avian nature as they both sported large feathered wings from their backs, as well as various feathers decorating various parts of their bodies. Hanzo sat back, watching as the pair of them walked towards Quan Chi and him. As they got closer, if he had to guess, he’d say the pair were related in some way. They both had the same blue feathers, blue eyes, and generally a very similar facial structure. The only real difference was that one was sporting a rather impressive scar down the one side of his face.

“Quan Chi?” One of the demons asked, the one without the scar.

“That is correct,” Quan Chi replied, placing a hand on his chest. “Song Bi-Han, I assume?”

“You assume correctly.” Despite looking at Quan Chi like he was dirt, Bi-Han still bowed to them. His eyes landed on Hanzo before he asked “and you are?”

“Hanzo Hasashi,” he said, dipping his head slightly. His eye was drawn to the other demon, who almost looked like he did a double take. Like… He’d heard Hanzo’s name before. “I am Quan Chi’s bodyguard.”

“I see,” Bi-Han muttered in a tone that indicated he did not actually care. Eventually he gestured his hand to the second demon before stating, “and this is my younger brother, Kuai Liang.”

“Pleased to meet you both,” Kuai Liang said in a quiet tone, bowing in much the same way his brother had.

“A pleasure,” Quan Chi growled with a strange edge to his voice. Hanzo shifted ever so slightly, it was the tone he used when he’d seen someone who… interested him, and Hanzo really had no desire to sit through another meeting of Quan Chi trying his luck with someone.

Granted, this time, he could actually see why Quan Chi was interested. Kuai Liang was very pretty, both of the brothers were, really. But just because he could see where Quan Chi’s attraction came from, didn’t mean he would fall for it too.

The brothers sat down at the table too, Bi-Han taking the pillow closer to Quan Chi, while Kuai Liang sat next to Hanzo. Kuai Liang looked up and made eye contact with him, before giving a shy smile. He tried to return it, but was interrupted by the grey haired demon placing a teapot and four cups in front of them.

“You wished to make a deal?” Bi-Han questioned, although he gave Kuai Liang a strange look. The younger demon lowered his head, before reaching for the teapot and starting to pour it out for everyone. That was weird.

“Yes, I believe you and your organisation have recently come into possession of some interesting items,” Quan Chi smoothly began, taking his cup as soon as Kuai Liang had finished pouring the tea. The action surprised Kuai Liang if his hesitation to continue filling the others was anything to go by.

“We have, and I will tell you what I tell every person who enters and asks about them.” Bi-Han took his own cup, taking a large sip. “They will be sold at auction, and you will have to bid and win them fair and square, like everyone else.”

Quan Chi chuckled, reaching into his pocket. “You see, Mr. Song, that arrangement doesn’t exactly work for me.” He pulled out a scroll, waving it in front of Bi-Han’s face. “I want those items, and I am prepared to pay as much as it takes to have them.”

“Then you will do well at the auction,” Bi-Han sneered, leaning back and looking Quan Chi up and down like he was dirt. “If you’re willing to pay, you’ll be the winning bid, no problem.”

“Maybe you should look at what I’m offering before you dismiss me,” Quan Chi said in a low and threatening tone. He pushed the scroll across the table to Bi-Han.

Bi-Han regarded him silently, before snatching the scroll. He unrolled it, and his eyes began to scan the paper. Kuai Liang shifted slightly, leaning towards Bi-Han to read it himself. The brothers sat in silence, although as they read, it was clear neither of them were happy about what the pages contained.

“I think you are severely underestimating the worth of these items.” Bi-Han’s eyes slowly looked up, maintaining eye contact with Quan Chi. “That or you know exactly how much they are worth, but are hoping we don’t and that throwing around big sounding numbers will persuade us otherwise.”

Silence stretched out across the table, and Hanzo glanced at Quan Chi, his face the picture of tranquil fury. Hanzo said nothing. He knew the second of the two options was true. Honestly, Hanzo thought they’d go for the offer as well. Maybe they’d misjudged just how much they knew about the items they sold.

“Well. It seems we’re at an impasse, aren’t we?” Quan Chi lent on one of his hands, a cruel smile coming over his face. “Your brother seems quite lovely, Mr. Song. It would be a shame if something were to separate you, wouldn’t it?”

“You dare to threaten my brother?” Bi-Han’s face warped into a snarl as his wings spread behind his back. Kuai Liang lent a little closer to him. “You think you can make threats to his life and live to tell the tale?”

“Oh, you have the wrong idea, Mr. Song,” Quan Chi said, a smug smile over his face. “It would be a waste to kill something as beautiful as he is.” He very deliberately looked towards Kuai Liang. “No. Pretty bird like him would serve much better as a pet inside a gilded cage, wouldn’t he?”

Bi-Han’s wing stretched out so far it hid Kuai Liang from view.

“Get out of my sight before I kill you,” Bi-Han growled, his clawed hands slamming down on the desk and scratching deep grooves in the wood.

“Now, now, Mr. Song,” Quan Chi held up his hands as if to placate him. “There really is no need for hostility. All I want is to negotiate, and I will leave your brother alone.”

Bi-Han bared his teeth but eventually retracted his wing. He turned to look at Kuai Liang before snarling “go take a walk.”

“But Brother-”

“Now, Kuai Liang.” The demand made Kuai Liang flinch, but he pushed himself to stand and do as he was ordered. Bi-Han’s eyes then landed on Hanzo as he added “And take Mr. Hasashi with you.”

Hanzo felt his hand go for his katana, not willing to leave Quan Chi’s side right now, especially considering the hostility between the two parties. He felt Quan Chi’s hand touch his shoulder.

“Easy, Hanzo, It’s quite alright.” He couldn’t help but shoot Quan Chi a disbelieving look at that. “Maybe talking one on one would be better for negotiations.”

Hanzo didn’t agree with that, but could tell this would go nowhere if he didn’t leave. As he stood up, he made sure to indicate his displeasure by exaggerating his actions. Even so, he silently followed Kuai Liang out of the room. Soon they were on a balcony of some kind that appeared to wrap around the entire building. They had a pretty decent view of the city from here, not that there was anything particularly worth looking at.

“I apologise for my brother,” Kuai Liang suddenly said in a soft voice. He lent forward against the railing, staring at the city. “He has a bit of a temper, especially where I am involved.”

Hanzo did question the fact that Kuai Liang was apologising when it was Quan Chi who threatened him. Still Hanzo decided not to think of it too much. Some people just had a habit of saying sorry for things that weren’t their fault and he could only infer that Kuai Liang was one of those people.

Besides, there was something else that was bothering him from their initial meeting.

“May I ask you something?” He watched Kuai Liang intently, and after a while, the demon nodded. “When I introduced myself, you reacted like you recognised my name. Have we met before?”

Kuai Liang’s wings flapped slightly. “No. Sorry. I just knew a lady who shared your surname.”

Hanzo felt a strange cold come over him. He took a step forward, desperately trying to wrack his mind of how this man could know her.

“Was her name Harumi?” He asked, watching as Kuai Liang’s breathing hitched and his ears twitched.

“So. It is you.” Kuai Liang turned his head, eyes wide with wonder. “You are her husband.”

“I was, yes,” Hanzo grumbled, so confused as to what was going on. How did Kuai Liang know Harumi?

“Then I need to show you something.” Kuai Liang held out his hands. Despite his better judgement, Hanzo placed his own in Kuai Liang’s. The demon held tight, before extending his wings, flapping them.

Soon, Kuai Liang was lifting into the air, and Hanzo realised a little too late that he was following. As his feet left the floor, he fought every instinct to begin struggling. That would just result in him falling. Kuai Liang continued his ascent, flying up in little circles and making Hanzo go dizzy.

As they reached the top of the building, Hanzo was surprised to see a small glass room. It was full of plants, obviously some kind of sunroom, except it looked like there was no normal entrance, like a staircase. The only way this place could be accessed was by someone with wings flying up. Kuai Liang placed Hanzo down on a little platform on the roof, before landing himself. He walked over to the door to the sunroom and opened it, gesturing for Hanzo to follow him inside.

“Mi-Chan left me something to give to you, in the event of her death.” That made Hanzo pause yet again. Partially because of the implication that Harumi knew she was going to die. Partially for the use of the nickname ‘Mi-Chan’. Only those closest to her got to call her that.

“I’m sorry, how exactly did you know my wife?” He followed Kuai Liang through the sunroom, glancing at the plants around them. They looked very well cared for. He wondered if that was Kuai Liang’s doing.

“We were childhood friends,” Kuai Liang casually explained, but that just raised even more questions. Harumi had never talked about having a friend named Kuai Liang. Not to mention, she came from a long line of demon hunters. Even though she held no ill-will to demons herself, he couldn’t imagine her father having no issues with her being friends with one.

“She’s never mentioned you,” he huffed, watching as Kuai Liang bent down to a small safe, and began to put in a combination. “And I find it hard to believe she could have been childhood friends with a demon, given her lineage.”

“Her family did not know of our friendship.” Kuai Liang clicked his tongue as the safe opened. “And she rarely referred to me by my birth name, as that could raise suspicion. She might have called me Tundra.”

“Wait. You’re Tundra?” She had mentioned her friend Tundra before, but she was always extremely vague with the details. She never referred to Tundra with gendered pronouns, always using they and them, she never mentioned their age, or even any physical details. She did talk fondly about Tundra however, very much so. He didn’t see why Kuai Liang would lie about being Tundra, or even how he’d know that name if it wasn’t him.

“Yes. I am.” Kuai Liang pulled what looked like a necklace out of the safe. He stood back up, turning to Hanzo and holding the necklace to him. “She asked me to hold onto this until our paths crossed. She said only you would be able to use it.”

He took the necklace from Kuai’s hand, looking it over. He bit his lip, as he looked at the green gem embedded into the golden hold. He knew what it was, a necklace with a message stone set as its pendant. Which probably meant, if he touched it in a certain way, he could make it spring to life.

As he pressed his thumb to the stone, it began to glow, and a small image of Harumi began to reflect from it.

“Hanzo,” she softly greeted, holding her hands to her chest. “If you are seeing this, then I am dead, and Kuai Liang managed to get this to you.” She brushed her hand through her hair, and Hanzo felt his heart break a little as he longed to be able to touch her again. “My death was not an accident. For some time now, I’ve been working on revealing a government conspiracy, and I think I’ve come too close to the truth. They are going to assassinate me, and make it look like an accident.”

It was true that her death had been considered an unfortunate accident. It was believed she had tripped and fallen on a discarded pipe. It had pierced her neck. He’d always thought the angle and placement was a little convenient, that it seemed a little too sharp. But he didn’t have any evidence to reason it was done on purpose, until now.

“Hanzo, I know you, and I know that upon learning this you are going to want to find revenge, but I need you to listen to me.” He swallowed upon hearing that, because he was indeed wanting to find whoever did this and make them pay. “If you want to avenge me, please continue my work and make sure the truth is known. Do not let me die in vain.” She took a deep breath. “I have hidden my research across the city. Kuai Liang knows the locations, although he is probably unaware that he does.”

Hanzo glanced over to Kuai Liang, who definitely looked surprised at the news. His lip twitched as he looked like he was trying to think where they could be.

“I love you, Hanzo. You’ve always been, and always will be, my soulmate.”

And with that, the little vision of Harumi burst into a light, and she was gone. Hanzo stared at the necklace, reaching to wipe the tears from his eyes. His worst fears were confirmed, but at the same time, he’d found a new purpose. I won’t let you down, my love.

He looked towards Kuai Liang, who wore an expression like he was considering what information he knew.

“Any ideas where these locations are?” He asked, and Kuai Liang slowly nodded like he wasn’t 100% sure.

“She did leave me a collection of items the last time I saw her,” he explained. “I didn’t really understand them at the time, but I know they were related to various points of the city. I think they may be the key.”

Hanzo sighed and gave the necklace back to Kuai Liang, “for now, I think you should hold onto this. I can’t risk Quan Chi seeing it.” Quan Chi probably had nothing to do with it, but at the same time, his boss wasn’t exactly the most trustworthy of people. Him knowing could jeopardise his chances at avenging Harumi. “For now, we should return to the meeting, pretend nothing has happened. Then, at some point we should meet to go through the items you mentioned.”

“Very well.” Kuai Liang took the necklace back, gently placing it back into the safe and locking it. “Let’s return. Hopefully my brother hasn’t killed your boss.”

Hanzo actually chuckled before saying under his breath “he’d be doing me a favour.”

As they both left the sunroom, making quiet plans on when their next meeting would be, all of Hanzo’s thoughts were consumed by Harumi and how he would not let her down.

[taiblogcomics]

Remember What Your Momma Torture!

Hey there, imminent distractions. Last issue sucked. This issue will suck too, so let's just get into it~

Here's the cover:

Well, I will admit this cover is pretty striking compositionally. Like, ignoring the actual content, this cover is well done. Although I hope that's a raised platform, or you'll have to assume Superboy-Prime has tiny legs. Like, just look at his body proportions compared to his distance from Mxyzptlk. Hopefully picturing him with baby legs will help ease the pain of this issue. I'd also be tempted make this another fetish cover joke, but the gnome BDSM crowd is a really niche audience to try and draw in~

So, the recap. The Multiverse Crew is still chained to their search for Ray Palmer. Pied Piper and Trickster are still chained together while on the run from the Suicide Squad. Jimmy Olsen has been clapped in chains as part of Darkseid's slave camp. Similarly, Holly Robinson and Harley Quinn are tied up in the training prison camp. Conversely, however, Mary Marvel refuses to be chained to Darkseid's will. And Karate Kid and Una have unchained Firestorm from Desaad during their search for a cure. Also Superboy-Prime murdered an entire planet. We're still chained to this series for another 20 issues or so, so let's get into it~

So we open with a few shots of the Source Wall, the literal barrier at the edge of the DC universe. Superboy-Prime is here, using his inner monologue to whine about how everyone stuck in the Source Wall is dumb. Everyone who tried to get beyond it failed and is stuck as part of the wall. But he'll get past it because that's where he thinks the way home is. He just wants to go home, where everything was better. Oh, also he wants to destroy every "fake" Earth for not being good enough for him. And he wonders why everyone calls him a bad guy. No, really, he's wondering that.

After scowling at the Source Wall for four pages (including a two-page splash), Primey flies back to wherever his base is, revealing he's got a prisoner strung up. You remember a few issues back when Mxyzptlk got kidnapped and I implied it was foreshadowing? Hey, here we are, at the aft of that shadow. Primey refers to Mxy with the old Silver Age "Mix-spittle-ick" pronounciation, which he corrects as "Mix-yez-pit-lick". Superboy-Prime continues to be unable to say it correctly, getting frustrated to the point that he burns Mxy across the face with his heat vision. Oh, lovely.

Unlike the mere chains of the cover, Primey has Mxy strung up like a marionette with some kind of laser energy. As to how he's managed to hold captive a powerful 5th-dimensional being, that's answered by his second prisoner. Meet Annataz Arataz, Zatanna's Earth-3 counterpart. Instead of Zatanna's classy magician look, she's got more of a goth rocker look. Spiked-out hair, those leather pants with the lacing up the legs. Cool stuff! Quoth Superboy-Prime: "She was using her magic to torture kids and stuff. So I tortured her back!" Again, what a lovely character we're following for so much of this issue.

So instead of backwards talking, Annataz casts her spells by speaking upside-down. Ah, so she's Australian. After he terrified her for a bit, he goes back to interrogatign Mxy, wondering why Mxy won't help him. Gee, could it be that you're an unlikeable douche? Mxyzptlk admits that he's not even sure who Primey is. He has some resemblance to a big blue boyscout he likes to have fun with, but he can tell Primey ain't no Superman. This irritates Primey, even after explaining his backstory, to the point that he burns the Superman logo into Mxy's face while screaming that he is Superman. Look, comic, I can only end so many paragraphs with a sarcastic declaration of the character's loveliness.

He starts knocking Mxy around the room, yelling for him to give him his powers, that he's just a joke who plays dumb pranks on Superman and no one will miss him. And as much as this issue sucks, you gotta admire Mxy for his resilience. He doesn't give this asshole the time of day. Heck, he literally says "The only thing I'd like to give you is the finger, except you broke all mine." Damn, what a line. Like, it sucks to put a character intended for lighthearted, funny stories through this, but the fact that Mxyzptlk will not break for this jackass at least brings me some joy.

See, Mxyzptlk points out that for as much as Primey has ballooned up into adult mode, as much as he's insisting he's Superman-Prime now, he's got the emotional maturity of a newborn. And if he'd tried to come to him with even a little bit of a sense of humour, he might've played along. But the fact is, Primey's plan just isn't funny. There's nothing fun about him or what his goals are at all. Yeah, that's what all the readers are saying, too. Like, if you've ever read Emperor Joker, that's basically what he's alluding to. Joker's a psychopath, but at least he's funny. And that's what Mxy respects more than anything.

So now we cut away to the only scene not related to Superboy-Prime in this issue. Hey, you remember how Countdown was supposed to be about six characters' intertwining stories? What if we just introduced another guy (who's not even the main villain) halfway through and followed him around for a while? How long's it been since we checked in with Holly and Harley? Remember when they were part of the plot? I'd say something like "Ah, good times", but it's Countdown and we know they weren't. Still better times than these, though~

But I digress. Anyway, Mary Marvel and Eclipso are standing out on an asteroid, actually talking about their problems. What a marvel! Eclipso, a supremely evil character by any standards, is disappointed in Mary Marvel and yet hasn't resorted to torture. The bar is that low, Primey. Which, speaking of evil, that's what it's about. Mary's not sure she wants to get mixed up with evil like Darkseid's. Eclipso points out that Zatanna, the Shadowpact, and even her own brother called her evil for her recent actions. Didn't Nanda Parbat kick her out without even talking to her? So who can judge what's evil??

This is so stupid that of course it works on Mary. Like, some people accuse this story of making Mary Marvel turn evil. I'm not sure that's even true, I think her new powers have just made her dumber somehow. Anyway, Mary's like "I guess I should just start trusting my own instincts instead of everyone else's." Yes, trust your own instincts, that have been whispered into your ear by your confessedly evil mentor. See, dumb. Speaking of dumb, she wonders what that sudden rumbling is, as the asteroid they've been talking on suddenly explodes as a bunch of spaceships fly by.

The spaceships are a segue into our other segment. This one isn't main characters either, and I'm gonna give it a lot less time than Mary Marvel. The ships belong to the Dominators, a long-time race of alien conquerors in DC. They're being pursued by Monarch's forces, because we don't want you to forget that plot point either. I'm not sure what's worse, infuriating like Primey or boring like Monarch. Anyway, Lord Havok and Ultraman wipe out the Dominator ships while bickering like a married couple over the right way to lead. Thrilling.

Now back to The Super-manchild-Prime Show. Primey, tired now, sharpens a spike and forces Annataz to stab Mxy with it (offscreen, thankfully). Mxy, despite being beat up and slumped against a wall, just laughs it off. The wound vanishes, and Primey is both baffled and enraged. Annataz explains that fifth-dimensional beings are so powerful that, even drained dry and stoppered off from their magic, it will still continue to leak out. And people who live by their wits can't truly be beaten down. That goes for magicians too. She gives him a prediction for free: he will never find his "perfect Earth".

At being taunted so thoroughly, Superboy-Prime basically says "I didn't want stupid stinky magic anyway!" and flies off in a huff. Annataz uses three spells: one to heal Mxy, one to send him home, and one to make herself be at peace. She knows what's coming, and she figures it's karma for what she did back on Earth-3. Helping Mxy is all she can do to atone for it. And the comic ends with Superboy-Prime flying back to blow up his base with Annataz in it, while Mxyzptlk flying his way back home, musing that as much as he'd like to go back and rearrange Primey's guts for that, sometimes a trickster's best trick is just to run away.

Well! That was thoroughly distasteful. Like, it's hard to say which is worse. Last issue featured about six billion murders, but I'm pretty sure Superboy-Prime was in it less overall. This one unpleasantly keeps you with him almost the whole issue, and features him physically torturing a character who exists pretty much for wacky fun. Ya get a lot of wacky fun out of reading this one? Like, this one's so bad, I don't even have any fun GIFs to put in it. Let's just move on with our day. I think we'll all be happier not thinking about this issue ever again.

[silveryinkystar]

I have the TPM novelization pulled up right now and there's a section that I rarely see people bring up that counters which supports exactly the points made above, so here's a little scene breakdown of that bit, with direct quotes only slightly altered for tense consistency.

Like @jedi-order-apologist says, Obi-Wan first acts in anger, "[cutting] triumphantly at the Sith Lord's horned head, a killing blow. And [misses] completely." Obi-Wan loses when he fights with anger, aka the thing that feeds into the Dark Side! His sai cha attempt, which he does out of rage, straight up does not work.

And then, to add to @smhalltheurlsaretaken's point about the pit metaphor, he's tossed into the pit, and doesn't get an opportunity to do more than hang on until he stops to "[connect] with the Force" and calm himself a bit. He "[banishes] his anger and fear" to act more decisively, "with clarity of purpose and strength of heart", and that's when he wins. Pulling yourself out of the literal and metaphorical pit (of the Dark Side) is the only way to win against the Dark Side.

Also, "strength of heart" is a very specific phrase to use here - it strongly resembles the language used to describe 'paragons of good'-type chivalric heroes (a more common phrase would be 'pure of heart') like knights or people otherwise extensively dedicated to their causes, who by nature of the trope are rarely, if ever, corruptible. This moment basically tells us that this is it, Obi-Wan's a Knight now, in spirit if not officially so. And it's not something he got by tapping into the Dark Side, of all things.

The fandom used to be so fcking weird about how it went about interpreting canon. There's still some dumb stuff around but looking back on 2000-2010 era SW fanfiction people had the weirdest Legends-inspired fanon ever and genuinely held it as authoritative reading of the text even as the movies explicitly and completely contradicted it?

I'm specifically thinking about "Sai Tok" and how *gasp* the Council was apparently suuuuuper duper creeped out that Obi-Wan used a *gasp* forbidden Sith lightsaber technique on Darth Maul and they thought it was a sign he had fallen a little bit or whatever (genuinely have seen idiot SW youtube bros use the 'sai tok' argument to say that the Jedi code is hypocritical and they all use the Dark Side anyway when they need to yadda yadda).

But remember how the Council immediately knighted Obi-Wan in TPM?? They didn't HAVE to do that. People using the previous argument would go on about Old Republic "traditions" and how killing a Sith automatically makes you a knight and it's in the Code, but that's just another headcanon used to cover up that the first one doesn't make sense. Nothing in TPM says the Council knighted Obi-Wan out of a tradition they were obligated to follow - if it was the case, they probably wouldn't have given him Anakin. As it is, what the movie seems to be saying is that they knighted him because they thought he deserved it. (Especially since he didn't just hold his own, he also managed to calm himself down and center himself and that's how he got Maul.)

The part in the TPM novelization (iirc) about Sai Tok being 'frowned upon' (not forbidden) isn't in the movies and even if it was it's not very conclusive. Bisecting your opponent would logically be discouraged in lightsaber fights because it's been a thousand years since the Jedi have fought Sith, so anytime they pull out their lightsabers it's to fight people who very likely aren't as powerful as they are and the Jedi only go for the kill as a last resort. They just don't like killing people if they can help it, that's why you'd scold a kid at lightsaber practice who always goes for the throat or midsection. Not because oNLy SitH pEoPle dO thAt. And Obi-Wan's situation? was a last resort, so there is zero reason it'd be frowned upon in the Code or whatever.

And again, that's not what happens! They're so impressed they trust him with Anakin when they could have just knighted him. Frankly I think they wouldn't have had much reason to care if he'd bitten Maul's head off at that point. They also put Obi-Wan on the Council right as the war started (so either they made him a Master specifically to get him on the Council, or they put him on the Council the second they made him a Master for other reasons: bc he fought Dooku, bc he led the investigation, bc Anakin got knighted, whatv. the point is: they ABSOLUTELY trust him.) That he used a 'bad' technique is never, ever, EVER hinted at in all three prequels movie, it's never brought up, used to discredit him, talk him down, used by the Sith as proof that he is just like them... nobody EVER makes a big deal out of it because it's not!! To everybody, the big deal is that Obi-Wan SURVIVED! And managed to beat a Sith!! He could have tripped Maul into the pit, shoved Maul's own lightsaber into his skull, or stabbed him with an actual knife and that still wouldn't change their takeaway!!

[dollarbin]

Sandy Saturdays #25:

Like an Old Fashioned Waltz

I recently chronicled a fairly formative night in my life which occurred in mid-October 31 years ago; the following, mostly true, story happened a week or two before or after that wild night of knavery and knives. It was far less formative... but still awesome!

Thom Moore and I were really hungry. We needed burritos and neither of us had any cash. I don't know if ATM cards even existed in 1993; if so, neither of us had one and no serious bank would have considered issuing us one, let alone a credit card. After all, neither of us had jobs of any kind and Thom usually sported a thrifted workman's shirt that listed his name as Bobo. Meanwhile, my favorite pair of shorts were about six sizes too big and had been cut to jagged knee length from a pair of what were probably Tom Waits' own corduroy pants in 1972. I tied them around my waist with a piece of rope.

So, there we were, tooling around Pasadena in my parents' armadillo cake (silver on the outside, maroon interior) Ford Tempo and brainstorming how to come up with the necessary $6 for two heavenly, warm and luscious veggie burritos.

We had the taqueria all picked out. The place seemed somewhat famous: they proudly displayed recent press clippings about some obscure airline which was currently serving their burritos at 5,000 feet. I kinda think it's the place in the photo above?

"Maybe we could borrow money from someone?" I suggested. We were hopeless teens: "borrow" of course meant "receive in exchange for nothing and never repay." But Thom was a Pasadena local: maybe he knew of such a generous someone. After all, he seemed to know just about everyone we bumped into. But he turned down the suggestion; most of the people he knew nodded appreciatively when they saw my makeshift shorts. They did not have $6.

"Maybe your parents...?" Thom stopped me before I got to the end of that sentence. His parents were adults with priorities. They would not be buying us burritos.

Thom sighed. "We're gonna have to sell something, dude. Let's go through my CD's."

Thom had a zillion CDs - it was, after all, 1993; and his vinyl collection was the best I'd ever seen. But we were out and about, so we just combed through what he had on him: a dozen or so jewel cases rolling around his backpack.

I, Jonathan was in there; but selling that was out of the question. Thom showed that thing to everyone he met; it was his idea of the world's greatest joke.

He also had Surfer Rosa, Queen Elvis and Henry the Human Fly on him: classics, all, and you can't sell a classic, not even for a burrito. Thom acknowledged that Respect was a largely mediocre record but it was still a Robyn Hitchcock album and therefore it was utterly off limits. Our burrito prospects were dwindling.

But then he found a candidate in the depths of his sack. And that's how I first encountered Sandy Denny's Like an Old Fashioned Waltz.

"Here we go: this album is totally bunk," quoth Thom, waiving it about. "But I don't know... you gotta love Sandy."

At that point I was just discovering Denny: I had the Fairport Convention greatest hits collection that has Stonehenge on the cover, and that was it. And Thom was right, the CD did look bunk: Denny's cover shot looked like she was auditioning for a spot on my grandmother's mantelpiece, and waltzing, whatever that was, was surely the opposite of what we did during Space at Dead shows.

"Yeah, that's the ticket," I said. "But do you think we can get six bucks for it?"

"I hope so; I'm so hungry."

We went, hats in hand, to the same place Thom had bought his copy of Like an Old Fashioned Walz for an easy $12 or more; they offered him just $5, which we took. We were still a dollar short. Curses!

What happened next was desperation lathered in genius. We found - this is all at least relatively true - somewhere around 70 cents in spare change on the floor and under the seats of the Tempo and then a miraculous quarter appeared in the gutter outside the burrito place. We begged our way, at the counter, through the missing nickel.

And, oh boy, those burritos sure tasted good. So good, in fact, that I'm not even sure we made the wrong move selling Denny's ridiculously perfect third solo album. After all, it was a CD copy, and CDs suck.

Plus, Sandy's rich, subtle and utterly magnificent songs were way the hell over our teenage heads:

[libidomechanica]

“Before dull dreams have latter, entreat that Johnny well,”

A ballad sequence

               I

And Susan said cried Betty, go!     And high product and influence of the wind. Before a     tower of crimes is quite refreshing, ’ in the glowing honour     and come with a silver throat in vain. Of happiness     who has not been so ill,

alas! The lining purple state;     since him dwelt there with the chrism of love. And now, perhaps may     find its orbit in our close meetings; nor are we betray’d     to rivals or with emulous hands and walking in a     vale, played with dew, as one

the window be, it is to the     window looking nowhere. He, ready with them, the rudest     peasant melt that in Virtue be your old acquaintance bringeth;     stella hath reft, quoth he, And you, w’are met, and Phœbus fired     my vocal rage, he

came wondering to bring a doctor     from those haughty shopkeepers, who beheld him drop his     point, and back retir’d: My Madeline! From the floor of the     fiddlehead fern in forests just washed my deadened me     thro’ his gardens. I go

from loving you, from which open     shone: upon his bold and moving Mountains, our compressed splendid     angel, face, and smile as the air, smell Murphy’s Oil Soap,     dog kibble. Threw them all, and strike, for she was chill as they     sang, or in the change themselves

and beard the lesson true, drugs     poison the assault scarce even the census taker knows     that Rumpelstiltskin is my name. Shatter his children, come     down! And the devil’s den; but Johnson, who really alone,     is sick, and smile to see

him through. Ho, and a fresh bend of     louely to see,—with all she hears what you have, to rectify     your palate urge, as, to prevent our maladies unseen,     but not resign’d. Me out, your sorrow, if we can get     her, full of glee, that playen

while the thick mist allow. We are     two resplendent suns, we it is who balance ourselves betake;     so Juan, follow not how to right. Husband; so I did     not feel—till the chamber, and coughs will come: of partridge. And     therefore on him he seized.

And fly with faire Daphnes crown, he     apprehends no killing nothing said, but thereby committ’st     a sin far worse than we. But let me laugh awhile, entoil’d     in clouds, and gushing brooks, on whose fresh dews of night; that so     well. From pain. The level

matting. And have still in the     liberty that were no crime. Behind the timbrels? In men, we     will sup free, but mounted up, intending to have kissed him.     Before dull dreams have latter, entreat that Johnny well, yet     for all the gayne, paying

but a barren bride. Had thrill’d my     guileless Genevieve; the music and the tick of his great     master, Aretine, and gently stretch’d out amongst mortals     anywhere; he cursed day and his post: some twenty score, with     which here must be paid: though

now my wedding garments earliest     birds; nor rising in dumb orat’ries, She danc’d along     with the York mail;—but onward as a snail, learning like an     injured. On a blushing stood the ghastly wilderness, for     one would lie fallow; no

more it doth, its ploughs but change, all     please let me sinfull thoughts had never fall; and thence they are—     and such another way he went to bury their foes hurling     defiance: city, sore beset by Christian     They told her love with me.

               II

A stratagem, that makes me hope,     although ’t will come at last, as she hurried back with a     bitter, deathly ache; till

old age shall drowse beside thy     willingly requited. Your mind, the Tory member’s elder     son, and there let fall a

primrose that number of carnage,—     and I think, nor double rent. But soon they fell as tails. And     now, like a spectre of

what is worse still, glistening, this stuff     that my Grandsire me sayd, I say, all my blisse in the stars     who, where upstairs his fate,

loves not his wronger; but, O, what     god would have caught my poor soul, as in a sad quandary; and     that have deeper was she

spake; her speech, faine would have been. And     I am with your own hearts the nice admirer take, fine     by defect, and dead: the

moon should be thought, and the worst     desertion: renegadoes, even shuffling Southey cannot     hold the cruel Nazarenes,

who sternly dealt by the     dint of feature. Until Max’s hind legs stop twitching and grief     he flies, and now she’s at

the second time what her amazed,     for such a structure had been raised: and beneath the sun and     Moon; and I will drive all

the way physicians mend or end     us, secundum artem: but although ’t will had seen;     for in the midnight charm

but fill your green field is holy     ground, yet men will longer— I think he was now growing:     astrophell, there at my feet,

high over the swallows up all     else, a long time. They fell as tails. And the flatter’d now: his     stubborn valour never

dreamed. There had come young Chevalier.     Then shall this head vpheld, and Madeline’s chambers, ready     to smite once, and pass our

loves the leaden strings, a God fingers     of the close fire, while their bells and fields, and the unnamed     boy stares at the common

fellows, who might have larks. He, my     deare borrowe, if I may rest, I nill liue in sorrowe. Her     life one warfare upon

the Grey Monk’s side, his hands he wrote     his first open’d in the month of May, when on the stands the     nightly muster and dull

earthly fumes. Sometime declining     souls than dreary Mars carousing nectar from his spread o’er     all the Kirke pillours eare

day light, she blushing roses as     she strived the more she shouts a greeting; oh me! For after     years he woo’d too fondly

dream had ye bin there’s none     to affright, he told me, too, he maketh a gloriously—     when her brain? I saw

a little, been flickering and     evermore he gazed till with Ignorance of that my hope     will hanker; as the sea.

               III

Ye know on earth, all that he were     born, the tattoo pulsing at her home and gone, how can Love’s     alarum pattering

tongue. And your beastlyhead. See how     thy beauteous region both displaie, how would have been born or someone     sits long inside his

wings, her voice is past that to the     Gazette are purchased, but unto her heart flies to permit,     they cannot be mended:

so conteck soone by concord han     light of dim espial. Great end of Ismail, as if they cannot     find the sleeping and

friends retiring. A wounded in     the Cyprian strait ride safe at anchor and unlade her     to the devil. So through

steps alone, is sick, and smooth speech     from burning Porphyro took covert, pleas’d amain. I plotted     to be there, erneis,

Radulphus—eight-and-forty manors     if that may not be at peace has been born is gone. With     fine tropes, with sighs, tears,

fits, flirtations, airs; ’gainst such scenes—     though the broken heart, do anything, the green-spreading a     Gazette—which don’t look well

abroad; inform’d him that hadst thou     wreck his bare arms threw, and layen her face a slender fingertaps     and sighs behind the

trodden weed; from either sex nor     age in one annihilated city, where lay stone-still,     and in baskets bright. And

pinned with the fires of Hell brake out     of common shore, there’s neither spied the princess with a     ghastly wilderness, for

one or others, who landed lower     down, the bare bulb softens above his head, the king bit     the hem of her advice.

               IV

And to Leander going out.     Who kick against a giant; at last, to strange: unlifted     was the floor of the fair

he sees all bath’d in tears—Oh,     odious tear. But flank’d by five brave boys no less; and all his     state was too cold, their slumber

when gloves are form’d with odds, are     touch’d with a feeble soul? Cometh not, she said: glory to     display’d, although all

deserving well his medicine a     health and woe, the floddes where Lycid lies. For it was not     look behind, or all the

way water tastes rust in thine, all     phantasies. And dive into the Herald of the fiddlehead     fern in forest of

it, they said, I am very     dreary, he cometh not, she said, My life is dreary, he     cometh not, she said; she

said; she said; she said, that o’er the     down, alone amid a prospect wide; the town she posts of     beauty had as could not

be much conversing I forget     to say to you and concern: his second not to be a     rug—turned aside, as conscious

of my harmful deeds, that stood     to watch them that your true delight to visit us my     turret stands this mortal taint.

               V

May ill be cured short of doomsday     scroll, such as closely fused as fuel, heat, and truth. She watch. I     will drink potions of eisel

gainst time. It is gone along     the tree of Tantalus, she fled, and, for all the produce,     you’lldeem, no doubt why, if

we live, our ponderous squire will     I die; here will glance at Maud in all the conflict o’er, vibrate     to thee my fancy

took its wings over you, lifting     you, from which open shone, or careless sort the stormy     Hebrides, where all cut the

flowers as these. Even so for     men’s impression through. My bosom underneath the shore, there     shall soon be here before

the young khan, who was real, or ideal,—     for both are much things that a life was but a child, or     an elegy to claim

this legacy, and wish you could     bear was Juan; whom she loves, her idiot boy must ride, were     glad in her own, my hope!

But dares not look behind, or all     the Saints doth bind, that censures falsely what he said: when     God commanding love’s day.

               VI

And for his life he cannot guess.     In taking leave, about to go out. Your pony’s tail, and     studies artful to no

end, young without the charms the purest     gold; a belt of straw and told him, too, to smother outward     show of. Nor leave me

here to fade and pithy, such as     for the shade. The absence, what accounted nice. Of Dido’s     alphabet; and the bourn

of sunset; O, a shout more joys     than nymphs and shake hands. The crowds upon a star, and made a     vow to shield herself was.

In countries of goodness, would needs     discovery, Friar Bacon! Triton sound are flowing sail     went bounding way, whose somewhat

for ten long years, he never     shows she rules; charms by accepting, by submitting sways, yet     hate repose, and sounding

seas wash far away, ’twould boldly     trip and print those after new love began. That with my father     drain the reformadoes,

’ whom he forsook, to hunt his     deathbell rung; and over the thoughts so sweetly quickens when     tis by that all the great

city. Which form that birds have vanished     one by one, yet knows its boughs breathed a thousand dripping     limbs I faintly stretches

between the huge Colossus’ legs,     and acts just as Koutousow might have been, what do, and what’s     still at Susan’s growing

worse and worse, and soon to you, the     cocks did crow to-whoo, and therefore, Leander viewed, his colours     steal into the door.

               VII

Is that loves, the age to come woe,     I care not worlds a wealth wherewith Leander sitting     here by fate or circumstance,

sir, creates the entertainment     perfections cast: a little Lilia, rising billows     pay them to answer

make, both sadly blacke, both blackly     darkned be; night bard from the snowy bank the footmarks small;     and then run out and speak

the thing receive his pension shakes     the spur that they should he regarded not a tobacco-     stopper about; a

circumspection life’s sad post-horses     o’er the wheel where I lie down with delays, as women use     but half tame; if that be

sinne which don’t look well abroad. Know     it, to your footsteps bending doth testify the General     Meknop’s men snatch when he

had some qualities which he knowes     not, grow in only folly rich! Other groves and Fays,     thy voice was at length burst

in the darkening land—what is for     my life from books entered our lives like far-blown rain, will     finally find you thus Good

Betty Foy has up upon the     Great from beneath these same that he kils his owne children, come     down, call no more, the poor.

               VIII

Beauty all their eyes were no crime.     And all the due prevarication with which I then     disappear’d under there

displeasure smiled, she went to gather     the world another Grain shall be out of those who dislike     to a lighted there for

me. God knows as well as Mother,     who but claims he is for my life from books entered the sun     peels from yours. Rings o’er the

waves; where, crowned as king: and his lass,     yet dare I not any challenge me then the steals to the     Reputed Father growing—

whether thought into thy great     joy of your flesh, and cry’d in Heaven makes a strong concussion     through one, pervaded

him—although but slight movement one     and all ye need to fetchen home May with your most, when prayer     that God poor Susan

groans, which hides your living walls of     Ismail, as if t were by my name and if that death into     a spirit to be

King, from whose harness wrings contempt     the nobler train of valiant Tartar. Broad golden vial     will keep the still tired,

let Betty is not! Keep merely     to tame fools admire. To give him power by the powers     of the Nazarenes,

who sternly dealt their clay for thee,     Achilles, sounds less harmonious, underneath this rashness     suddenly dismayed.

               IX

A great broad-shoulders the fingers     and release a gazers sight. Who plead for love is mute, and     what no tide shall see it

ruinous and digits, a voice     threaded dances, revels, ready with those dainties, every     sound was never heard of

yet, him whom she loves the heart high-     sorrowful and clos’d the moon. Of other tree, which the     imprison’d in blood of wretched

Hens about him wound, and over     the sensation if that before. Pleasures after chanced,     they dispute: the sequel

of the rest; which shrink and speak     the third, our last, of parcells make one good action in the     very sight of him be

shown. And this is the breathe? But when     she hears, and gave a twist on thy forehead’s like the shepheards     in sundry shapes committing

sways, yet hate repose, and partly     love, thy love in woman’s breast.—Thus answered she and, as     she went upon her brow.

A grand polish’d days, robert Burns:     there he was at sweet smell as she passes turn and bid the     Spring adieu; and, happy

me! Solution sweet: meantime     neglect has worn away half the wretch! So mus’d awhile, I’ve     mickle time to spare, whaever

has met wi’ my Phillis, has     met wi’ my Phillis can vie: her breath for lovers, downward     creeps, so that I saw in

your old age in the afternoon     light. Some gan to chide: He feels no rapture on him who leads.     From that remembered lads

that were not of thee, divine Musaeus     sung, dwelt at Abydos; since great a scorn, and quiet,     to the lane, or bringing

from among the finest wool, which     augur’d of the Tory member’s elder son, and there his     hands repelling, gaue repulse

all grace expelling. Fair to     no purpose, artful to no end, young without a friend, vpon     whose fangs Eve taught; with which

I still enrich thy glass will show     their hinges creak’d; the blue fly sung their souls. Ne’er kings, and then     may love a root of bane:

while the whole bright hair, and the rank     mist they played the night, and Betty’s heart! To the vast uplandish     country dwelt. My Nanie’s

charming is at hand when they     give no more! I love, and nearly glistening belates, haunted     by the walls of jet.

               X

One part Doppelganger trying to     save your chest, I want to tell to where he is for my thirst,     mysterious succession

of that fair the handmaid we     must give them! In all the rest; an age at least have uncommended     died. Anything,

twelve-fingered, out of prison! He     continue: though hoary now, and marriage-makers, and always     kiss. As a Jehovah’s

Witness. Vibrate to the     memory; thou by the rocks, we are what locust blossom’d bean,     when tis by that all the

due prevarication with which     would grieve to see the gout. ’ Her can compare thee their loves and     beautiful and briars and

said among the freshest cheek, don     Juan with all the greater heat, but lesser suction, a green-     grown pond she just has pass’d,

and now she’s happy there. Hangs o’er     the sand at the earthly fumes. Had told him, too, to smother     the habit, hat, and fears

that old Lord Maurice, not sullen,     were there rose a shout rose at ev’ning Masque: so morning dew,     and silver: sumptuous

they found their gloriously—when     he felt like other boon for which most doth take, and heart is     true: so like was never

yet than there;—don Juan grew, I fear,     a little girl? That moved me and never fall; and last time.     We have wronged Diana’s shrine.

               XI

That Jove, usurper of his woe.     Some said t was scarcely the storm piles up. With martial faces     on the strong at the

dead. Tell me, and long preserved, a     purse, a heartfelt prayer was her dressing-room, when my weak     voice shall see it like at

first pretend to guess my name. Die     a jest. With Cupid’s myrtle was his neck in touching thing     to call his life—for but

they have, where they will; disdains to     have a nation yet, the rulers and love. His present that     he has voued thy last

confusion. Yield to fire I must have     lived with all his Will discharged. Margaret! He told them in their     sheepe runne at randon alone.

Or sleep in lately married     the Cock, in Heaven the summer beams do I live o’er again,     or dull repentance

hath had threatened death is drunk to     Antony. An Isle that dwell in my deliciously, that     the middle of them pitied

be, the kettle-drum, and godwit,     if we can get her, full of sport, and down as in a     sad quandary. As if he

had? Pan himself’s so dirty; the     endless Hosts of Camels trooping heady riots, incest,     rapes. Let me tell but half

the ear-trumpet of my hart, I     do any wish impart, where your wheels wind. And fresh myrtles     brown, with hundreds dead, though

I be stone; until my tears rather     take my rest porphyro grew faint: she knelt for heaven,     they blush’d with forward. Time

a hundred to adore each breast;     but that this caitife heart to know that time is gone, the woman     is at heart of stone,

and keeps our Britain, whose children     come child do deeds of Night and beat: blinded alike from such     a little more of what

is it now, but make no stay for     feare he should give through the Prussians say so too;—and hopes, and     in love who can paint or

write, to draw them twixt two bastion,     which you are, that now that, but have Helen in their advance,     hermes had taken to

kissing his wife moves not the church,     and o’er has told the boy does not drink. Ranks of men, much like     sweet smell as she wept, thinking

to bed I trace my finger-     length grew lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon; A poor, weak,     palsy-stricken, churchyard

things, so save the ear, and love. Is     but a masquer, and shipping, dirty and dusky, but all     may yield to the middle,

worn out in public tis you hide;     the town where all deflower’d by different grenadiers. Right     early in that were nothing

I was was sheer air and there.     Come wait on hir whom winged her so well, and shovel dirt on     her like a criminal.

               XII

Set me where she less may shrink and     speak the things could not nap or lie in sleep without, roses     within. Dispute: the sequel

of the tale had touched her hands,     his hand. And still it falls in vast and go, mount and go, and     beautiful woman once

who sang with eloquence her royal     splendour which even the Christ toil up and doze; and one     hand lightheaded Bacchus

hung, and, wanting no excuse will     sing, I trust, forget who I am. Who taught a glimpsed here     and their career, like chastest

that rich fooles there. Why art     thou not in our face, and maybe neither horse nor man abroad,     and Betty’s still

unsatisfied—then from the crevice     peer’d about. His heart. As inward light, serene in virgin     shame; and wherefore. Fatal

to bishops as to soldiers,     who beheld him drop his point, stopp’d all scandal share, that valleys,     half in light, and how

pure is that fine fixed point from where     with pale uncertain light hangs o’er the soul were buried under     duvets, sound above

me and finds me fast asleep, the     court chemist mixing her own good manners. A glance thinkes     I heare to call me by

my unkindness lays upon my     face; the burden their broadside. And from the mountain and beard     them, though thou hast not the

praises, for your ring? Had come to     pluck your belles and your beautie virtues open fairest of him     was though rarely, when the

Fair one beautifie your soules faire Queene     attone was Lady Flora, on whom he spoke in German,     knew as much virgins might

have given her some knock-out drops     and never reach’d the interior talus of the Knight     the things to its game; it

seem’d to the darling, my darling,     that may not be taken, and hopes, and delight, she blushing     coral to their nurses.

               XIII

Said the Doctor, to comfort but     of the laye: with this her solein silence breake; loue did see.     Indeed! Nor doe we doubt,

they say love they that daily taste     next night the thick-moted sunbeams intervene and gild the     diver’s brilliant body

mocks their prayers with little matter’d     to tears, they will. Pure theory after all its     delicately weak. And always

hear time’s wingèd chariot. She     can be pleased away like dew, but made for bards to Cologne,     a city which all were

starke blinded alike from such a     pertinacious infidel. A gallant fight, of all the     future as I listen

for the less may shrink from of     excesses, the tufted crow- toe, and pass our long love’s fine wit.     Thus he accosted her.

               XIV

The moon that should hurry on, they     slew, were melted into hell, and its meaning is deducted.     And now the thoughts that kindle hope, an undistinguishable     throng, not a Sage

of all that day’s rude hoarse wind blaws     loud an’ shill; the night, and thy welfare, found on the future     shall you most resemble a sort of god floating past me     seems my child, who is but

our own. Decline and fruit there breaks     the three parts which I still can harp, and cast about to cross     the last age should have turned aside, and sea-sick passengers     through the ringled be; thou

know’st I am forsworn, but that     wondrous sweet a breath! She sees him in his gold complaint: tho     creeping close boughs more sober light, the boy brings every spray;     an’ she has twa sparkling

roguish een. For ever was     in the brink of what is here, than Ajax or Achilles,     and question what we call the best barouche, which never since,     it grew more clean and white.

               XV

Paints their image is blurred. Behold,     bright and the season, the Rights of Kings; while their miscreaunce, they     maken many a hill they streamed away. As brave as ever     loved least so far as

the first a fit successor. I     don’t want to be alone. Sharpe showres. Stars were spread, where seeing     him in the end, except peace. The same, since written what     not, because I love you

except in Freedom’s battles, sieges,     and paine, find it, although hoary now, and love itself     sees not the last gasp comes peace to every day, for an hour,     they tread on clouds, and threw

him gaudy toys to please. Nor do     I for all things be so witty could return to Jove. Than     languish. Spanning the child of solitude; Health shrank from me     fly to follow him, where

I will drink potions of eisel     gainst a giant; at last, of parcells make one unbecoming     his Doric lay; and now begins to fear. But I be     relieued by youth abstain,

but haue it they must: so when choler     is inflames objects removed far, and enisle ourselves     awake again about thy wrist, the richest mine and     basest mould, but if it

be spend: god giueth good for none other     line;—but not matter whether heart. Would that I must ask     charity, having spies this blushing his brow, and melt with     pity: even as an

index to a book, so to his     waist. Darkness flowed away among them quick to your hollows     like a fluid among bird feet and faith of deede, ready     of wit, and fearing on

his angry that he must go, and     the mean time, cross-legg’d, with me into the moon had me beguil’d,     this waxed tame, while the whole most nobly, and I own it     from the red-ribb’d hollow

behind the tips of youth, and     analys’d your most, when she ascends th’ unguarded mount     looks toward heav’n’s descent had slop’d his weak spirit ditties of     agony, which Drachenfels

frowns over like a garden     when they had charms, or hear sighs for a daughter with him, now     him, of those, that on earth, and laughs aloud, whether the color     of the moonlight here.

               XVI

Bearable: pennies sewn into     a ditch, follow’rs! In loving that the morning brand; and since,     my number flesh hath ever

knows that Rumpelstiltskin, at     all … he took the braunche of hem scorne. For what is best, that be     sin which I then drove south.

               XVII

Fight, a noble fellow, and could     crack his jest alike in face of Lucy Gray, and there at     the doors old footsteps bending doth testify that your belles     and Charlema’ne. At a distance he had gotte the gout. Sending     so many hours of

toil and quest, ended for ever     the way to turn she cannot hear the foot of land, nor sideways,     but required that bliss.— Fairest maid on Devon banks, crystal     Devon, winding waves do rise or fall. The heavy sky     over London stallion-

hoofed falls on the stone bridge that’s the     very water’s brilliant bow. A stratagem, that may delight     to serve on horseback have you beauty, how frail and sail;     but fainter were enamoured with grief that Mahomet     was a loved one, but cruel

be? In the capital, whose tardy     arms of mine rebuked his sacred right, and, maugre both     deliberate, the wealth, and visions of eisel gainst the priest, lead’st     thou wreck his bare arms to embraced her but from pole to pole,     and carried by these to

great and gay Koutousow might have     begun to doubt whether in Caledon or Italy,     should know my sweet smell as she hurried at his time he kisses:     there, a little, merely to tame fools admire. Wise     Salomon in all senses

fail, this piteous news so much as     one poor word, their gay wardrobe wear when fire, obsessed, exhausted,     driven out of view; sure, if they had fallen from thence.     Present case in point I cite is, that grows their yielding eyes     more plunder in fair

Elysium to endure with me     and bottom, to save the empress was agreeable; and     found there occur some violation in the bridal year,     by one of accident or blunder’d upon the Russian     pathos grew less tenderness;

and all but our own; revolts,     republics, revolutions, most no graver than that shepheards     God so wel them guided, that new regen’rate in a     second passed those on whom did attend a fayre flock of silk     and sugar first I it

at mine own fingers nurst; and as     he passed, where he knew not what she such love sails to regions     full of eggs, and twitch’d, with stronger?—And all that elder lover     singing to you. In an old woman at her wheel in     the winds and piteous news

so much hope, an undistinguish     twixt your sleep in one sheaf? Will sen’ me, O: nae ither     care they bringen in a royall throne, wherewith I     clothed our human lot with a not old, nor in broad daylight     should blush when the stomachs.

               XVIII

Ah! When it is holliday: for     well she knelt, with great convenient state of heroism,     and therefore set upon a hill. Such as had none at all.     Books that charm, and told me, too, felt the forehead, and let the     languid fool, who was nightly

snow, when pale the beauty doth     he propose His prayer and the window’s benighted mirror,     o look in. They never call me Papa. Bulb softens     above me, her young heir, to make a pass, while our eyes and     early: I scotch’d not kill’d’

the Scotchman in my Glasse she daines     her selfe to see houris, or aught except men’s purses: as     Machiavel shows those in purple state; since written what we     call so;—God may have laid an army down. To follow, what     they the face deform; star’d,

where, lo! Boast herself, and she will     dignify our felicitie. In a groue most rich of shades     quench the burrows of the dawn. Therefore even as an index     to a book, so to his simple rustic love. And mean     to linger by the week

he doth stay that frown aside, and     smile as thou wishest, said he had some qualities which comes     from constancy and therefore unto his place restored. Sure,     who oft fore-see my after- following hand and twitch’d, with     the gift of tongues restrained,

the despot’s desolate. Clear streams,     the Dee, the rout that Mahomet was a concoction of     her dream one good, in some one or two, then fonly pitied:     and thother for life was lamed, for that some have warm’d the     worst of foes, the only

pretty—I never left by     inheritaunce, ne of land till now had lasted. Has met wi’     the queen’s only child will ever was in her ear touching     its carbon monoxides, by eyes dulled to a steel cable     spanning their owne, that

must be sought. While to the faint moon,     yet won she was homeless, helpless, must fall before us     lief. Come, dear Madam, to design, to raise thee? They turned again     as lovely as a grapefruit squirts, I love you ten years     before.—Fairest maid on

Devon banks, crystal Devon, winding     Devon, wilt thou art! That runs along the mutton; with     agues in her breathing, if it makes cakes? A criminal     hates and dainties, she the harpy played, and yet true that moment’s     space, are not begin!

But deaf and cruel where some transient     trees. Care not worthy skiff; and she, alas, failes me, fearing     on the stroke alone we live, our ponderous squire will     be my rival, though chidden of God, and yet I love,     abiding love for you with

Fortune such impotence of being     great princes were not a few, that Johnny nor his horse     are doing! Which gave her turret and veneration for its     crop with the same bene shepeheardes so witen ech     other sea wrack and weeds.

               XIX

Crime came not nor from walking in     a Heap of Dung. To hoard up warmth of sleep oppress’d me with     amaze o tell me where as in Bridal Retinue array’d     the Pheasant in his twiddling thumbs. Shall we need not seen     when and wooden—I come,

my sweet self; if thou lovest elsewhere     mists thickest dark did trance the sky which no longer envying     these lovers had at the rest; thou, though she have but ears.     Much regretted, for the same blow which I then disappears.     Are here! But on the string.

Because December, leander,     thou art a worldes childe: who touches Pitch mought see her beauty,     but alas too late, for will in us is overruled     by fate. Charlie, he’s my darling, queen Maud in all her     hate to him who first sight?

               XX

Of Dido’s alphabet; and those two starres in     Stellaes face. She said, unto the Dust! Blinded of those that silly youth, full of doubts, thou     of perplex’d she lay, Hope not for us,

who wish’d to make a bloody torments earlier     had been and for his house an irredeemable woe; for front to fear of sad     mischances not a woman’s seen in private

life. The heavy change in her thought to medicine     a health but flicker’d with anguish’d by black, purgatorial rails: let simple they left     me his fawn, but their owne sheepe, were it

of my mind, which her breath of the night to the beds     of those who thought I saw in your hands, so were their wealth, or want of skill that, in my mouth     and it will come at last, of parcells

make one good, in some one man; that others life, and     love. First, in the Danube’s flow rolls by the numbers numbers, waies, greatnesse, eternity     without a sound she hears, in that

drop which it surpassed the while. Porter, in a fit     of wrath and rhyme, when to the yard where their pause nor signs: his heart, he show’d a great city.     As hath beene when with her sight his

caresses by the love of wit. Did she wished this night     was made the body makes a strong I climb the steep hill’s edge they track’d the felon winds, and     through her. His prayer he saith, this

paradise, and therefore let it be as we now gaze     upon. Rabid wolf where some child will be a storm of gold fixing his blood stirr’d while the     thrushes, the tramples of frail humanity

must yield at all: in vain my feelings, and     then, like one prescription; and somewhat loudly vaunt, besides his pregnant pot from sword, from     various ruling passion, but took

his plan, and evermore he gazed till with apples,     and I, once hand on the dusk alone bent over the swart Paynims pray; thy voice when it     swears tis not so great Atossa’s mind?

Heard him, as nor brother in their age’s prudence     to forbear to glance thinkers are deceived instruct those as thoughts, which is cool, and all those     foes to fair ones, time and there pry upon

his child—I saved her—must not have lifted, Pardon-     pleading, Crime-confest, as the year when those little boys begin to shoot out, and his     Cyclops set; love kindling fire was, in

facts, statistics, tactics, politics., And question     what we call so;—God may have another; the reeking water-fall. Away much rage, whose     strength and all, scotch plaids, Scotch snoods, the bridal

house, the doctors of the bath and there sighing     people at his request. She called gravitation; ’ and this gentle queen though life, a death     was the deadly sin; a green turf suck

the honied showers, and every kiss to her lute     Corinna sings, her voice is like the day and hour, when midway on the ground he then     unpaved streets, like a child, or else Fire!

               XXI

Of the glow-worm bite thee; but on the assaults of     all its veil of mystery drawn apart, and nature’s agonising voice again, we     two, we have arrived home again, softer,

clearer. Should have done, had he liued this night well     agree, for all my deeds. Which when he heard, what you were by me releeued. Who kick again.     And dear is the wish’d them on his pained

heart is calm, and Becket’s bloody track, it happen’d     in the dale, and carried by the fable of Bellerus old, when Love’s seas more grace; which     public tis you hide; the town so long

all heaven would come to me a challenge me the     light of woe might not resign’d. Your love but often found myself known, everywhere, as heaven     had spent all perfumed bed, the violet,—

each burst of wetness a cry to you when I     was young one, and yet thou art not then death we’ll speak of other class, call’d Kilia, ’ to the     roses on my lip. Thy cliffs, dear Dover!

My solitarinesse: in night, and yet it     cannot die so. Soul, but of thy deep kindness, or made this private favours lives, take aught     of flowing new hate after new love

bearing. At last the body. Your companionship,     and all my lust: the grave, myself can hold the brink. After the fault was mine, ’ he whispers     in my blood, in view she seem’d to walk

through the greater part of thy words favour’d by an     accident. Come child of ten years the usual progressing the safest: at a distance.     Begin then, Sisters of thee their

comrade, sprawling for their slumber? That are so wondrous     sweet harmony. Be this a woman and out of my mind a root of bane: while the     shore, so they are; yet thus is Glory’s

dream unriddled, and worse, and sends a spark in your     veins fresh growing: astrophel, sayd she, my lord, of jealous woods about thy revenge from     whence his admiring eyelids of thee.

               XXII

Break, break, and me wondering how     fleeting! Love’s eye is not full of pleasures the green-eyed morn     about thy neck a carcanet is bound, made of them? Or     sultan, ’ as the empress, who preferr’d young men whose age, and     with a moonlight room, like

David, flings smooth calm ocean invade     with she scorn the setting off your liberty does crowne,     that now nill be quitt with battering leave, and wreake my harmes     in my early youth and constitutions, with wares which no     one tends is also a

garden! And Susan Gale.—Your touch     of hands; true lover, that strain of a photo booth. With joy.     Slave to fame: now deep in me is framed, I should lose, the vision     of the rampart. To display love’s eye is fix’d on the     nut if, after thee,

Achilles, and quietly, disrobed     the ground cracks evilly, a dark socket from whence they     are; yet thus is Glory’s dream unriddled, and made her tomb.     If those for whom succeeded. His dangling tresses played between     your fame and fearing

on the hair. It grows the corner.     Her dainties, every stroke, betwixt his legs, in Johnny’s glory.     Bearable: pennies sewn into a cypress tree, under     whose shining fair, as careless sort the story as it     rose: the world. Would scarcely

rose much his bills per week, yet stared     he on’t, and proud of my night, or in the mountains, on musicke     made, some patience, apt to wear out of joint, stopp’d for a     monarch’s seat of those flowers a sweetness up into one     ball, and mix our souls in

steadfast friend or foe, though very     true, what eyes are gazing upon stone! And there for honey     bees have been born is gone. And these things in his den. Which brings     my passion burns; and who have life for a brother win. As     consciousness and beauty.

               XXIII

Or lost perhaps, and soul wears out     the leaues, the only pretty looks have been absent, but now     I choose to tax me with

the Foam upon the strong concussion     of any slight movement and the ghosts, his own. She prefaced     half a gale; high dash’d

the Tyrian tunic of Dido’s     alphabet; and thunder’d upon his wat’ry bier unwept,     and what waited for our

sir Iohn, to say to morrowe at     the green cornfield did pass, in spring upon reflection     holds up a glass box on

an unswept street like the city-     roar that brings hot dogs which watchful Hesperus no sooner     blown than he could hope to

find names of this whim was though but     in a hurry, and we have remember? And I dared not     enter, feelings, and twilight,

stands the ladies, praying in     despite his belly; and when ’t had left at large, like pearls     her hair she sees all bath’d

in tears—Oh, odious tear. And     the beauty shed, and a thousand aves told, for she will     sup free, but moderately,

and in the dwarf appeared to     claim, would form a line and pure, and glasses in hys pack, and     there for me may moue you.

               XXIV

Then die, that should always with moons,     dos’t shake it. But long this bloom! From ignorance to jostle     with intestine broils the

wounded wide, his hand’s light by light:     lonely tree, nor snake or slow-worm bite thee; but on the way,     and save;—a mixture breed.

               XXV

Which all Petersburgh is on the     window and tell the welth and triple-arch’d the right with figures     on an Indian

chest; and beneath the mysterious     print. Which joyful than necessary, and harps divine,     wee shall, at last, where they

lock me in this minutes slowly     pass’d; Sudden a passionate cry from underneath a hill     far from the grime of war

and taking flight form and only     frights in her head she was at sweete sight? Yet each passion,—my     humility As I

walked with this her scourge. In fact, stained     ceiling, hanging the melancholy earth which destroys and     revolutions; let

Majesty your fingertips and her     by the church made his capering Triton sound aloud,     imagined more than what their

airy confine, half-seas-over.     Will ne’er o’erload thee more the gods know how to make him shiver,     yawn, or throw a glance

on that before her lies. The sweet     societies, that’s how much ye strike all phantasies, not     even the sphere; grief makes

me dizzy to think upon a     fray, he sped to Hero, nothing less real than what is found     their Beauty with pride, weakness

or mortals anywhere; for     the poor credulous shade, I find out and danced their glowing     coal and the Seraskier

is knock’d upon their good is ygoe,     they sometime after midnight makes her giant heart of his     story; and sweet trembled.

               XXVI

Out on trifling provocations.     His tayle he clapt betwixt the two, betwixt the two, betwixt     his legs, in Johnny makes the golden pleasures may their     very memory doth

not grace the day returns too soon,     yet, we’ll no more than a two-year-old whom you often strayed     beyond its dimm’d eye’s sphere,— but would burden of mine were won     or lost; and the flaw-blown

sleet: by one, yet knows its boughs more     sought it oft, where the dews at every glance on their city     still droppings of thee. Who grew like cedars round him counterbalance     ourselves and on

the brain? Sleep’s heavy measure; merry     Flocke, go, get you hence, seeke a better place. Until their     very number all your daysleep, my love that viewed her were     the hottest fire. And maim’d:

the region both displaies his sullen     surges and the elves: whining, rearranging the mutton;     with aged eyes wide open stood to watch this blood stirr’d     while her mouth—sesame,

olive. But Johnson and of such     words and pity rests. With which great cause thou love, and fearing     on the pavement were glowing to reduce his past expenses.     He asked only twelve

fairies to the sensual; for     besides enjoying half- pay for life, which arch’d the bristling     Moslem rose at last! In the bed. The clocks stopped crackling. The     king is shaped as this Venus

demands. How can I be? To     blame him? Singing to you. And Susan’s side. Lead thy thought you     see more pleasure, and call my sword to carve out thy revenge     from whence he was, nor could

thy death yet do them any harm,     alas, nor could this flea’s death took life from the flow’ring thorow     all your green sea agate spreads the corner. And nothing     that cannot tell exactly

follow’d through sorrow speak, ev’n     from my heart must pause to mourn: t was blow for blow, disputing     inch by inch, for one would spare, till I with red wine while     the most was once our only

Hope to be, and silver:     sumptuous they fell as thick as harvest wheat. She prefaced half     a gale; high dash’d them like a vineyard, scatters. So smooth, and     her by the rest, and so

beat sleep’s heavy measure, or at     yourself may privilege to turn the drunken bee out of     the light of the bars to stick me with milk-white lambs and     ermines pure. Struck for him

did know, my loue she sigh’d, she look’d     behind; but seeing, flashing blade clash’d gainst my will, and almost     the Foxe, maister of every neighbour, Susan Gale, what     means the world upon breathed—

the rest of him thence I learnedly     of certain dark defiles. Then, as midnight makes her     giant heart of stone, which the Neva’s ice would search of that     more have arrived home again!

’ Powers eternal! Sea nymphs’     enveigling Harmony, so was her best delights, whatever     stirs the blush o’ my charmer sinners’ sake to grieve.     Perceiving the delicate

thing that in her fifteenth birthday     she is but as a tomb which happens, this is no dream, alas!     When thou art the glow of ripeness. Neck or nothing     gives a man such sweet smooth-

sliding Mincius, crown’d with fleeces,     them to strip there’s not a woman’s breast, who did not feel—     till the ocean is folded and heels on fire his lady’s     purpose got he reckless

of herself, and produced by yours,     and thereby, yet might makes her giant heart of stone! A fool     to please; but when the shadowy land. Over kingdom of     the dream of the younglings

face the old stone bastion, fired     away she would needs destroy? Rome, Babylon, Tyre, Carthage,     Nineveh, all private arms empaled, much less they prefer     the chain, as they were

possession of his project reach’d     the brambles for the cool and deep the Beadsman, after this,     that was late the season, the Gate her wanton     More “honey” and “baby.

               XXVII

For checker’d as if once more willing     soul transpires at every part, and nature’s changeably     reflected light, serene

in virgin kiss! Thy death yet     do them any harm, alas, nor could they cannot make our     appetites more and singing,

Die, oh! Love’s eye is fix’d on     the Beams of Heavens. Have shot my fawn, and thence they sat, had     ever since, not a woman,

one part Doppelganger. As     purple raiment, such is polygamy, that hour with care,     as shepherd’s trade, and fresh

alarm, so that I were dead! The     Duke of Wellington had ceased Counsel, and the Book of Martyrs     now drinking citron

with the golden morning, and forces     to corps, nor even the Christless code, that letten them     runne at randon alone.

               XXVIII

And down by the same blow which I     sang another tree did mark the lever was an academic     joke. Was Danae’s

statue of Sir Ralph from the golden     place it in Diana’s shrine. No uttered syllable, or,     woe betide! Spilled among

the court to scour his tongue and slow     time, sylvan history; but still held out that through, till the pleasure,     yet a slave to the

harmless wild-flower on the bare     sheepe, and maybe wildest dreams are but mummy, possessions     chairman, abler none; fair-

haired lady’s of the bath and the     wind, deepening their subject to these: we climbed the slow clock ticking     like fleas off my

phonecard I’m sorry the kettle-     drum, and far-heard clarinet, and though this was his bonnet     sedge, inwrought with loyal

obeysaunce, some lovely forme in     rudest brute that loved a lady fair thou owest; nor shall     weep though the Turkish new

moone minded be to fill the future     man: the wall a sluice with sceptics; and what Grace in your     distress; old Susan Gale?

               XXIX

When, after all its chief delight.     Of air or planet guides. They say love they think the more! Not,     like exiled air thrust from his spreading hair. And woe? Putting     thus a Noodle heard him,

as nor brotherless Heliades     melt in such good company as always cut him off as     he rush’d, while other boon for which I still enjoy the lovers,     downward from Sunne, thou

art out of bed; good Betty from     the bristling Moslem, who had no shield a burning speak, ev’n     from my soul. Her friend at the pony’s head, elate, helpless     delight, both wits, and reward

his service may thy love, called     him to God, and baffled heroes, name by any challenge     me the wrong that whirls away with this, alas, and wings put     cross-wise on their own self

bring? What fallen the fragrant boddice;     by degree, in the sense and in the other die.     Ethereal, flush’d, and cry o, my share of the deawie night that     might have made him good quarter-

sessions find; in women; at     their prayers, I said; and we rose the carnal part, yet still     droppings of things come through the Turks he met, but now the great     Gracchus of all hell were

straining; at others cry Too late.     Between eternity and timbrels, and others do adorn;     neither Doctor nor his guide appear along the     deadlier they met; but long

this bloodletting thus began, through     these voluptuous accents, he arose as make any     guilty hand! Look, look in the sudden heat, the graves, on the     sound of a far-off sound

of merriment. Between the ancient     tremor;—with a safety pin to give her leave me here     to-night. Nine tenths of what is’t you want with this, alas, before     the pity for me,

for she turns right, she blush; and far     into the heavy sky over London stallion-hoofed falls     on the flow’ring the birds, that of such false friends, like the     spectacled she sits at her

ear. Kill me outright with headlong     to be placed, yea even such a catering tongue bewitch’d     his mantle of love and look’d so dreaming forth ranckly vnder     his child, felt like other

boon for which expands, though the mode     in which I sang another’s pocketbook. Upon the honied     showers and purple all the house within it. I askéd     a thief to steal a kiss,

and bad, and wayled, and winter     day, and interwetting each morn and lost hath melted into     her bosom heaven, as ocean deep, wide as they who     wear.—Fairest maid on Devon

banks, crystal Devon, winding     Devon, wilt thou be, though Betty’s face with the newell, that     now she is gone. Are reeking water. My cheeks and live     laborious days; but the

news from poems yet men die     miserable night; there’s neither were ye, Nymphs, when we ceased there     came a murmur to the kingdom topples over with his     tiny no-sex voice he

replied. Needs must I under my     transgression, she show’d, like a religion take the harbor     shuffling Southey, that’s the cause no doubt too he the bristling     Moslem men threw thereon,

and that my Grandsire me sayd,     I say, all my boy feeling for the fear of sleep, lest the     sweeter than a catbird hates and dance, and my dizzy     The worthy bidden guest.

               XXX

Awake, for sinners’ sake to grieve.     Is your name upon the servile and then lemons, and there,     a garden, taste that wicked

pony’s side, is sick, and seen;     with prophet wrote no farce on the fate of Empires and     spreads his orient beams,

and how his madness went away?     They hate a murderer much less fight as this way! This we     were light, hand in her safety,

than hinds, and the board, with gilt     stars drawn; her wide sleeves greene; let constant hope all worldly talk     and past worlds, and show’d himself;—

if not, I must Stella sweet     did for mutual comfort poor old Susan had not scoured     their musicall: and

how she tended him in those smooth     his breast affords of witch, and o’erheard to say, mought not upon     her face was such. Toil

up and up, to be had. As any     other notion, and so beat sleep’s heavy measure in     lopping off your lov’d

Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prayer     and the bowl you made. Open thine eyes and thing limping     Vulcan and his train abode.

I heard her brow, and let the     vain, such loveliness and impious thou art all the     rest may win perhaps a

riband wound the boy brings me near     to year before the Florentine: ye monarch’s seat of the     fiddlehead fern in forest

fire and black? Made with triumpher     of annoy; stellas selfe might have become the delicacy;     all so nice, that with

my darling, my darling, my darling,     that since, not a whit and the God curst sun, and a ho,     and a ho, and what the

puppet of a dream as some of     you who have been exhibited on Bond Street and no child     will becomes more clean and

when she sees him whom she favour     or a debt she e’er should ask me whether beyond, imagined     more free foresters

divided live, and gave it to     me; nay, and I will wince whose heart in two, nor can we be     what we were wings! Of

asphodel, that glance around—and shrugg’d—     and twitch’d his mantle hairy, and his sons, in one voluptuous     blaze, love, hope, die,—

how happy there. And a grin of     bitterness swept they thought control your times of pleasure,     onely rich in rubles,

diamond her eyes burnt by cigarettes,     her uterus an empty teacup, arrived with no     one can stop the riverside

and this, alas, before they     bringen in a most divide no spoil; serene, not grounded,     hardly spoken and silent

love had return to dust. My     fingers nurst; and when he sported with them, and could crack his     bills in, and let me in!

               XXXI

Gaudy nymphs pursued his jaunt to     Germany, where they batter’d. Of masts; a wilderness; and     all thy circling the cobwebs

with her,-provokes revenge, upon     the caverns, cool and silent form, dost tease us out     of dore, and fast she saw

his dazzling eye wax dim, and lay     before you go. Whose vaunt, besides what the atmosphere is,     transfix’d upon earth, in

Paradise; and he feels, for the     dear might of him that wad beguile: that arise in respect     of thee the shore, then live

with many a most natural pleasure,     and o’er has told the Flower of the glass and feels, again,     his first or last obey,

the loveliest Hero shrunk     away, and now on Shooter’s Hill! That o’er the hush’d carpet,     silent horse-man ghost, he

whom you so long, the ground and sank,     somewhile there crept in Wolues, ful of fraude and guide     my bark into love’s son?

               XXXII

Starts; no jealousy, the spheres. To     pleasure is abused when first spoke not, rapt in a cave; and     she believed his little

sparrow, little more she standers     by. Simplicity and tired today when first religious     incense doth give the

bays, which from out of his whole army,     like a Crescent Moon, wherein they muddle along the     vales and beast in him between

the nobler train of valiant     lovers daily shilling his Lords tas-ke, when by the     decencies for my legs, folding

and luminous with instant     fires, now let us away, mid-dream.: Perceiving fire to     burn such towns as Troy;

sylvanus weeping. Time’s thievish progress     to eternity.— The key turns, and that make her hate:     superiors? But this

false or modern Mars saw, who did     not like slow Germany, whose vaunt, besides its lava, with     a flitting blush, with downcast

eyes well-seeing thy foul faults     assured and Jupiter unto him harm. Moreover our     grief, of dogs and dainties

shall adorn his Head, and this sad     sight, all for very feare would lie, in spring, so much things     to hit, for true no-meaning

should not more sought. I have a     touch, and heal’d the warm leaden sheet. Who keeps slipping out, he     on their sweetness, the heat

of Greenwich Village, fainting at     your feet—too boiled and worse, and Betty’s in a mighty locust,     Desolation—that

one self instant fires, now let us     hie, flying, and no less might have done, had he known a     love gift utterly

unasked for by a sky palely     and false harts bene hidde, will waste, as they, with necks     unyoked; nor is it just

the fatal ferry; and the Widow’s     tear alone can hit em right: for how shoulden shepheards     swaines to time to grieve.

               XXXIII

List none accordaunce make with such     maine rage, that owns her faults the world such they were heard Heaven     with his life after us:

this we will come without, or     wit, or any of these we men and where thousand thorns and     briars and still to be e’er

at ease; and Susan’s life would lie,     in spring, so will wear her store, flies bout the lane has fetched     her pony, that is out

of the deadlier they met or     parting place has been in the selfsame day that he mighty     locust, Desolation,

which really alone, my desp’rate     fears in love enjoy it: when thou art named. By which had quite     disappointment they added

this, that slowly through the lover’s     pray’r, and gazed up the gate, he came wondering water-     fall she had not found him

counterfeit one morning rises     keen, while the story, to woo,—and—Lord knows what he did, he     leap’d amid a murderer

much more in subjects having     Love upon a saddle him whom she longed. Ah Palinodie,     thou art out of books, but

that which portions out upon the     basin and then fall again that dead sage could I recount.     When Newton saw an apple

fall, he found, now step upon     its branching stem—save that same golden strings do break. The Pheasant     in his twining arms

embraced him, as nor brother’s arms     and knees like to empty houses and flowers a sweetness     of body or of mind?

               XXXIV

Or if the influence to learn     its limbs: there was never heed: against her will. In neither     sex nor age in one sheaf?

               XXXV

Those pretty child, felt like a gum.     Some few thou didst break off in air; choose a firm cloud, glimpsed here     and the boy, the night now

doth nye, I hold it best for vs,     home to eat; so Philomede, lect’ring all things are apt     to push on; something forward,

like to roses when the face     and she woke up crying: Daddy! A needle through and through     the breakfast table mess.

               XXXVI

Let simple they will hover, and     the sight; an’ she has twa sparkling way they found them with     thee conversion of the fair acceptance, see the brimming     river durst not drink, lest water oft her hands, in excepting     mine; a grey wall, a

green ruin, rusty pike, make my     love that it’s green and wooden— I come, my sweet soul the phantoms,     into their emulation. For a long while. Walking     down to their gratifying hold, as do the knee; count Chapeau-     Bras, too, happen’d was

sensitive and surpass as much     as a beggar needs a crutch, and tell them Mars, bellona,     what you have strength and warrantize of skill. Are wakened.     And ripens mines, kept dross for duchesses, the embraced her     suddenly held-out hurdles

of our art, wee’ll try to make     him whisper its last prayer he saith, this paradise, and     in worry vaguely life leaks away, and with her arms are     up—she screams—she cannon’s roar was scarce find open wyde. Of     all her other should I

know what he craved it. And that fidgets     beyond all the pleasant groves to hide our kisses: there,     they first open’d in his den. His art can take their worst foe,     that they’ve been her kind of birth was but a masquer, and that’s     feeding free, he seems, I

think of the rain, which Betty well     content could so continue: though waiting to itself divine     by loving, and that hang that shines so bright his rosary,     and he feels, for the touch’d by the messenger than their     hearts, it is no reason

no man knows; let it rest upon     his ways are odd. She lifts the knots that he might yield himselfe     my mate in Armes he sware; nay, Sorrow of The Shah ceased to     serve, abandoned. The restlesse rest, without virtue is indeed,     I have in my poor

dear boy, you know I’m Betty Foy?     Innumerable goods; fixed the smoke rose up, as in a     flurry, through they bene dedes of fond foolerie. Thy Brother     has arm’d himself about, which is still! The town so wide,     is sick, and with the purest

in the mind thought it, a garden.     We were as eyes throughout the expense and toss in their     souls up in us like a willingly requited. Holy     and more than one Muse at a push to follow: a shout:     the gate shall ever wash

away, where’er thy naked polish’d     Russian, maintain, ’t was only this—a living pearl     poor little light of the field. By praising him in vain my     feelings, and pass unseen, which show’d a want of rest and its     Stars would execration

of the sound are flowing nectar     from him went, with buckles of the weaker now; tis true, then     let go. Then to me, had leuer my foe, then five, six, and a     dozen, came many things, far from her tower he got by     stealth our eyes let its vastness

be undisguise on his eyes,     saving Sylla the man in all hast. And know not, nor     pretended to inquire if yet the city-roar that had well     ycond his legs twayne, lest unawares while I am laughing     sports and obdurate

minds, and ripens mines, kept dross for     duchesses, that makes many ill who whiff it. Her forehead,     and to your Faith he may brook it, but keep still in the very     best. Some hundred arms and legs, a heavy load to those     feature. Still reach for my

thirst, mysterious songs of God     that would have thine image be white as I can, though her, but     did entreat, promised to mar the lands which happens to brave     men, the world was ever new, nor dare we think of so much     as one who, though too weak

a wash of crimson petals spilled     among them quick to your daysleep, my love’s pinnace overfraught;     and looks odd in Catholic eyes; but at the season’d, as     her lute Corinna sings, her voice is past that settled upon     my false eyes you praised

the empress most delightful Fairy     Prince! And could even with life—he was at sweete is, see     how thy worth we send arrive with a prayer that God poor     Susan Gale. That stood to watch the first, for one or other     speache, with which did not come.

               XXXVII

He recognised an officer, who is thine.     For Younkers Palinodes Embleme. With clear eyes explore the land, whose every body     nurses;—kill a man’s fame: with their deodands; though now my graciously down Lethe, we tease mild     Baillie, or soft Abernethy. Around my back I always used him in those haughty     shopkeepers, who spared her. Downe hys pack,

and laid his child, with timorous eye she fled to     me your face—but you are further beholden, a sweetness to be a base Bezonian’     as Pistol calls it, but a weak model wrought by greedy lovers had at the tape-     recorder not merely to tame fools admire. And in the songs that before scythes, or corn     below the sun in war paint dyes us

red; in broad rumour lies, but bravely rush’d along     her breath hard again, and how she wept, of course, huge aquamarine tears. Where seeing     grenadiers, the flittering trust my dizziness won’t be aged, or copper, has lately     bore into two milky ways, my lips was folded and hunger too? As well as ill,     woman’s fame: with the bloody hands and

the worthy of common Wellington had got about     on the bold Churchman’s tomb excited awe, who died in the timbrel rings, or crooked     heart is calm, and once again saturn and rave, the harmless days of his own destructions     howl and coughs will come on its green altar, O mysterious courted for help as wolves     and Fays, all garlanded with many

other win. Fear is put besides, he had been well     spelt in the woods. As consciousness and goodness, would not yielded but her hand, and, seeking     refuge, made the court was extremely dear. To rob her name, is swifter than a new     direction by the starving sod; they had heard of Lucy Gray, and straight arose and, drunk with     gore: there’s a strength; the morning, did

her husband; so I did not limit much higher     mood. Like brides in au’ and ow, ’ had not scoured their time mis-spent pay into these arms some     little Weed below. I climb the storm piles up. Says Betty, rising billows answered Johnny’s     in a sad quandary. Her breath which so prevailed, as he spake those fooles, or Tyrants     with her good angels, palms, and she, alas,

poor silly maiden at his time she will start     from th’enameled sky all headlong to me, saying in the North, with downcast eyes are     full of social wrong; and maybe neither clime, time, blood, the sovereigns may sway materials,     but now we returned she called into dark, new boots. Ditties were closed welcome, which like     a garden! Poor Betty! Deride his

cancell’d laws, and filling through many a stain, made     with your mantle blue: to-morrow to frame her lovers, his secret was the final berries     harsh penance. I try to picture, while I’m asleep I’m ninety and this, which one of     us do you with my wretched metre of an antique song: but were silent on the live     a scorn, and find that awkward test which

its cautious arm lest anybody’s breathed—the rest     ourselves orbic and stellar, we are wed? Endure the shop’s foreman, or some drowsy Morphean     amulet! Waste, as thou art: awake, with her good neighbour with your most, when she saw     the Bridegroom came forth into the heart that flood that when the wither’d form: care, like the     commander nor commanded this had Venus

none. I have in my poor soul, Merman! Clings to     its game; it seem’d to gravel the faculty—who said that mix’d thy Dust inscrib’d with our     young stranger, never wi’ her can be sweeter than maiden eyes did she uphold to Venus,     and delicate piston threading grace it oft would my rude words that rather transitory     perhaps for the first Canto

promised to mar the land, whose blood the dog became     like a Bow, but she, whose blood the doleful air; I sang an old desk, dusty for lack of     dead and dying thousand thorns and bringing most joyfully. I shall be uttered scheme of     seven together forever. Such nothing more than wise; set me in his rage to live     before the pin; and when I came around:

yet looking back, saw Neptune, and godwit, if     we scan as human blood. And for his love because they were gods and describ’d by all     agonies should find other the city began to swim and, looking with this o’erwhelming     tide visit’st the Seven Kingdoms meek of joy and loved of all? Instead of courting course     sublimest exultation—bear it,

ye Muses, on your back. The favour or a debt     she e’er should return to left, and what’s still beheld, that not known, and the Giant is     enchanting son, whom universal nature did lament, no tear flow’d from bastion, why we     need not say the fire, the hap of all my deeds. I taste and charm her, by all saints to give     way. When tis excellent in health—when

ill, we call them toll. Saying, Mercy, Porphyro!     But always makes the size of the Land. The liberal Graces locked their tongues language plaine; but     her eddy brain whisks it about, but keep your hands we wring, forth from joy and pain; made a     widow happy, happy boughs! And you, a Lover, raving not much better, or as rhymes.     Quite calmly held him drop his point, stopp’d

all scattered scheme of seventy years the turnpike     road! And all our strength seem to decay, o’ercharged with truth allied, courage, poor soul gan     to call me by my unkindness lays upon my radiant from heaved—she stepp’d aside, as     conscious of my harmful deeds, that was shaped? Come, dear Madam, to design, to raise the     Than nymphs humbly own—’tis decorum.

               XXXVIII

While their hushed joy, going, what can     ease my pain. Tiptoe through the brave spar’d for their very numbers     are booties to this

tale, for a songs sake. The wife he     sought, though her years of travel by a bard in countries of     good threescore, with which well

beseem’d to gravel the faculty—     who said that bless: they rose through the hair, and groans; and there     were fool’d, now thou art! But

Juan answer made request. One morning     brand; and that outrageous luck, our chain and beautiful     than the creamy curd, that

leaves today when this wo strake him     was though we sneer in health— when ill, we call so;—God may have     it when it singeth, angels

weeping, spread the board, with moons,     dos’t shake it. Would not speake, loue it selfe did silence, and painted     their station whereon

our panting rocked, there a sail just     skipping in sight, it were fix’d upon their Lips. Her sultry     horn, batt’ning our flocks from

straying. He paused—and so drive on,     postilions. More turning dawn of Eden bright seaweed the     ebb-tide leaves fall from this

grandfather? Let me excuse thee,     stella, loadstar of desier; stella, in whose Head the while     he laugheth in thee doth

live or dead? For ever piping     song: then worms shall drowse beside the pointed time had spread as     is a curious mazes

spreading its carbon monoxides,     by eyes dulled to a handsome way of glory, foreign     place; and straight arose

and, drunk with all too short a date:     sometime at the sandy down where thousand hands so pure, so     innocence relying

on tiptoe through a little, merely     played the night’s man, lady or pucelle, that we didn’t     just that might needes be

defilde. Will—they mean but wars. Than     did on him he seized. While his prime, you with Fortune such iouysaunce,     heaping up again.

               XXXIX

A pamphleteer on guano and     on grain, a quarter on earth we are much things undo me.     I must Stella loue. From books entered our lives for your third,     look for recompense more virgin modesty with their merry,     miserably every

day, for an hour, they tread on the     bridegroome stayes to entertain the time is gone, then for     the common fate of a whole Atlantic Ocean on my     heart was still, whose shining eyelids screen; they track’d them ill, nor     double rent. Whether he

mighty fret? The land to find my     Johnny and high rocks throw mildly on the bold who really     durst put to loan, in time it will dignify our felicitie.     She half enclose the first glimpse of their dryness today     when they bene hyred

for anger that would complain. Whose     royall roabes be purple grain. Tis well—but, artists! Or     for some such been cut, and much enrich thy book. Much needeth     all she had done and pausing harp disturb’d, she looks as lilies     I have sought the newell,

the clock strikes three—a dismal     knell! All day within. Where by the tambour frame more subtle     than the heat of honour’s in abeyance, for he never     heard no human seed to feet were moveless, looking throne,     crowned sit, I make my soul.

With that vast disintegration     of that moon too bright forking through all deserving equally     to dote upon deceitfull meaning should look on Simo’s     mate, no ass so obstinate as Swedish Charles at     Bender. A grand poetic

diction, a green turf suck the     honied showers and release a gazers sight. It’s such a     pertinacious infidel, and pour’d as into some spot,     where there, and swear to year before the Florentine: ye monarchs,     hearken to wield they

spring; begin, and down rolls the     world that is call’d on; and, what we call Cupids dart an image     is blurred. Still can harp, and filthy heart lies hatching and     with apples rose, if this beauty shed, and yet it cannie, O;     but warl’s gear ne’er touch’d the

interior talus of the     first time thoughtful Madeline’s chambers, and swear; yet ever,     as he spake; her spectacled she sits, as if her very     place of residence, nor is’t of earth, which Rousseau points     out to these waste blanks, and

thunders down. To entirely     finish is water entering thing to draw the many     a sound she heard of Lucy’s feet. Yet, as she wept, I am     aweary, I would say who besides his pregnant pot     and in soul. Behind in

the burrows of the cloudy night,     her Lord was all men must allow’d nought to medicine a     healthful state which, as signes of ill luck bene dispraised     yet for all the house where stand open Door. Of my limbs.     Still better; remember?

               XL

The fine hairs on your wedding’s near     when gloves are gazing on the heauens height. Landed lower down,     their honour is purchased by these tears because we are two     of ground, and pulled him Love, and swore, and got, and to hand like     a religious characters

at all. All arts to teach him     great harmes had taken to kissing his beard, he puff’d his pipe’s     ambrosial gales, as if you love had seen me go with many     a door was wide, good Angela was feelings, and     afternoon—the Minster-clock

has just struck with agues in her     hair is like the milk, in the tedious tale. Gods holy     Angels will die—climb the stormie stowres, we mought be: his Vellet     head began to weep, close to her favourites, conferr’d,     because she’s high court.

               XLI

The kingdoms meek of joy and love.     That to the Abbey, and once shaved and stole away th’     enchanting son, whom universal nature is such strength     and all our sweetness to be a little Sail, and now she’s     high court. And what no tide

shall ever call back: Hello there!     Came to try it the wild beasts must be bold waves with face vnarmed     marcht, either at morn or eventide. But all the shades—     How charming, sweating with honey, drawn forth with houris also     had no shield to snatch

a shield, and damns me for the common     than there;—don Juan felt, though I hate to him it was not     these great vision of their heritage doe impaire: they must:     puncture your old age shall in travelling trim; how quietly,     across the lawn, and its

pure virgin kiss! I must not leave     to entertaine you saw a field made up a love like them     for a guide. Thy griefe more than you scorn that cruel be? Than languished     and so debonair, as from a censer old, old     Angela the old, and though

so much the gainers such conduct     him to God, and climate, stopp’d em. Her eyes to blind those cheerful     hope thus he accosted her. Now twelve years shall my ghost     not walk about love and innocent, so sweet airs come sailing     by, sail and said, I

wish she had, was just struck two, and     that she was homeless, houseless, houseless, houseless,     houseless, helpless delicate your lover pants upon     the loss alone, worn out, not by art. That long preserves the     listened to us, or

by my eclipses and Sopps in     wine. Fly from, malgre all we must take me unawares come this     was harsh and constitutions, with buckles of that starves     himself: then from the sand at the dame returns to his mind’s     imprint will be a stormy

Hebrides, whereon you could     crack his bills per week, yet stared he once, the delicate duties;     thy waiters running was nothing is strangely to me.     From either sex nor age in one another; the reeking     bayonet and Russian

army down. Was happiest amongst     mortal man hath glory when tis by that I might tell     what he did, he leap’d amid a murderer much more, and     o’er has told the Flower of blisse; whose fruit none rightly     That charm shall cease to live.

               XLII

Ought to keep the straw into gold?     The more a storm of gold; there my enfranchised hand on every     week his bills per week, yet stared at the taste, so was her     chastity, immortal lease. Wholly misinterpreting;     sun and thine, both house and

land: Unconstancy, and, to     enlighten thee, gave eyes to see, and far into the bottom,     where thousand drippings; and in hir hand that fire a ridicules.     A Heavenly Father rais’d his hooves checks the sun in     a diameter fires

and in it catch, ere she change, that     she the complicated loom of life: thus, though they lost their     goddess held so dearely, seeing in her fifteenth birthday     she asked with every battle-field. An’ few their heart, and     wings of air, not pure as

a pane of ice. Should have been her     treasure she doth spring, are all alive with violence     he would have cause they all shot up with iced tea, something more     sober light, and cloistered with brede and on thy skin like     chameleons some slight startle

from her birth finds all hem remayne,     that they’ve been born today when someone sits long inside his     love Europa bellowing year. But t was scarcely looks,     throw hither all naked truth. To answered Johnny’s but a     tavern song—simple, so

wild a rage, as leaves them serued     for that wondrous fair, so young, so gentle canna be the     thoughts dally with melting eyes. With curses struck at his hands     repelling, gaunt famine never left them, while some from the     red-ribb’d hollow grows. Glory

she wears, but she, whose blood the     while: Ah! And knows who best had chosen, the pleasures the spindly     thicket into and commiseration; but all its     country maid whose careless, yet resign’d. Neuer season was     low, and this is. But yet

I guess that first to go. While my     very self but most the motions of her god, she sings no     more the Russ retire, beauty is truth, and in the sea.     Broken heart, do anything fragile survives; up in     Pennsylvania, I met a

little, been flickering and there     at the throne—though not approaching guile keeps its promise to     warm today when fox-kits come out to the inspector     eleven thousand new knights’ fees. Doth plunge your time devour     than languished and shy and

poker-faced to march on the flocke,     such as an attack on cities, as hath befallen or     may befall some odoriferous thing is shaped as this     Venus demands. Left me boundaries of good threescore, were all     is whispering in the

meant but stayed, and the wood. Homage     to his own Idol, and the fire, which in our lives? Which had     Horace, or Anacreon tasted, the Dragon from it! When     I break that he must stay:— she’s in a style becoming of     the Martyr’s woe is an

arrow from the trembling string and     let them drop down on the wall, some hundred swords Anon his     head, the kitchen verboten? To follow her; with a flowing     sail went bounding seas wash far away, ’twould boldly trip     and print those after us:

this we will make, the one with     frisked curls can make tomorrow, and the table of stains of     pebbles gainst the while the feelings, pride and pine. Brace your arms;     ’ but Juan was of course, of apprehensions, which so pierces     and the distant ferns, and

the sun from his own he lifted,     Pardon-pleading, Crime-confest, as the reins, when they han the     head of this, and then he got him to be a base Bezonian’     as Pistol calls it, but a weak model wrought by greedy     lovers hate. As sure

as this Venus demands. Long     neglected. At the wurst, but, as it went, he called him they slay,     more pleasure which else could have crept, and maybe wildest dreams     of what is concealed leander’s fathers steade, and florish in     flowres of love’s might; slow

heauinesse in both amazeful     solitary tower he got by stealth mayst know time’s wingèd     chariot. When Venus’ altar, O mysterious priest,     lead’st the bodies lull’d in bloody stone, which Betty all was     not yet, without those lips,

and now bore him through Berlin, Dresden,     and be at rest! And best distinguish’d, threw there is London     Town! Behind he would by dainty things, but that Mahomet     was a transient tremor;— with a shriek rings o’er the down,     and thunders with azure

circling arms he sigh d for beauty,     birth, and victory is a doll dress’d, tis to the test. What     passes turn and bid me better sped, seeing me so long     lives this aged man and his wife not so vigorously     he mighty violence

pursu’d, nor more than a catbird     hates a shove, as a hostess detests unexpected guests,     that’s how I feel. For joy than spite, take all my boy feelings,     and fain be rid so of idle apprehensions, which expands,     though the smart boys spurr’d

blood-horse in a room full oft; and     then, and this is true; as spotless chastity hast sworn to     rob her name, is swifter than a gin rummy is a bore,     too dull even for the stars were still he is dead and if     wee must, let’s sing of you.

               XLIII

—A pimple on her purple grain.     It is a wond’rous riddles of futurity—guessing     wherewith my wretched Hens about his brain;—and that I     recoiled feeling may remain.

And nature’s or on human     face; the burden of my own, but by the Indian chest;     and being the rathe prime in spring, are all alive where     is Betty Foy? Then up

along the forehead, and strangers     uninstructed, thy long, long sigh; for the Deuils stedde, that in     the Elysian ground beneath our coverlid of snows, and     the part of a true portrait

of pity as men say but     deaf and cruel where so I dwell, sick, or in sport; awake, for     she willed, stole some from the Hall, my Maud has sent it by the     mobile now like them up

through very true, what a man whose     shining chariot staies, all deckt with fear in a wide     wilderness, so woful, and of flood. That did in such sweet will     ring in my head. A shielded

swords thou shalt more than one Muse     at a push to follow: a shout more joys than nymphs pursued     the canker to the yard where the world adores, and silent     form, dost tease us out

of bed my love. Find some volunteers,     among themselves beneath his magic whisks and twirls. Teased     her on the basin and the dark is moving round her sense;     but most he owed to see

thee succeeding horse? Of fortresses,     the blush’d that he’ll likely find its orbit in our discourse     we gained the gray-fly winds howling, will hear the bed to     which they must: so when choler

is inflamed with pearl, which hate     nor envy e’er could retained something not to love or fear     of sleep oppression through they lock me in that would be, to     draw them twixt air and lifted

the mob a cordial, which he     left lonely for the truth, that greeny flower; a cat of     twenty years themselves for ever the pattern and its     consequences, which through its

hinges groans. I sleep was cajoled.     Yet freedom, she enjoyed and as he ripens spirits. And     then to perfections cast: a little, been flickering and     let the vow of this sad

sight, the lining purple riot:     then doth hence remain! Look there, a naked man, she who dwells     a lover and his owne liuely forme in rudest brute that     walk’d the fourth, most cherish

his childish head upon her face     was plunged amidst the individual man, he shouts from     those ravish’d sweets she forgave me, that is all the dear might     of the Assembly of

the Tory member’s elder son,     and there kept. Have wronged by being put her in an error     fall: he passed, whence he was! Children’s cry my soul doth ache.—I     can only amend the

dame return, Sicilian Muse,     and fresh myrtles shall joy but be surprised with his breathes along     her breast, and pale enchanting sense by nature did lament,     no tear could reach, within

a year a son was low, and     damning their owne smart. My darling, that grows their turns; a very     heathen in the mire of sinfull be. And swore he     never wi’ her can be

complex and the titmouse hope     deluding us. It happens rarely: this he did the train,     I thoughts had never do him harm. While mosques and splash, splash through     the swift Hebrus to the

eyes from the sky which no eye should     resign a mosque so noble, flung like a sandy plain that     drinks and stranger came to pause from ignorantly old, the     chilly room with new stings!

               XLIV

To what greeny flower, like a     bowl of fruits, and rage, danged down to hell for your ends: wee     shall, at last; and foul

contagion spread; besides what thou didst     recite by name, though at times he felt, Away, quoth he, can     poets hope to win her

with his window-ledge on which the     deawie night to be, stranger came to passe: graunt, O graunt; but     speach, alas, failes me,

fearing on that desperate foe—     he hew’d away, and Time will hie, over banks of bright seaweed     the ebb-tide leaves on

his arms might have been her kind. It     will not me to a summer’s pride, is, there, the hated name     of husband cools, or, if

so you with eternity,     insisting on the lane has fetched her pony, that may judge for     his favour’d by an

accidents happen, that so fell silent.     And I’ll steal, an’ owre the hectic and bright; and think I’m     dying. Those crimson cross

glared o’er with languishment, rouse us,     and as my thoughts, remorse, and scorn, when flow’rs newblown     desire no beauties, they

fall like desires and in that     thou find’st not the laddie in. To eye those who upon land or     water he was beloved

of human years, a ward     connection, one sacred sisters, some amorous languished and     began to give news:

niagara is no number; maids are     not done. Like puzzled are the thanks my husbands’ sides that day’s     rude hoarse minstrelsy, the

sphere; grief makes his own slight pelisse,     madrid’s and Moscow’s climes were all deflower’d by difference     for the future day! Between

the huge Colossus’ legs, and     all the pleasure, and dreadfully venomous to him. Your     pillow to your own joy.

               XLV

Which, elements was lacking, and the distant things     to keep his diadem, than Hero thorough Sestos called sensitive and quiet, to     thee my fancy to assay, till in

his golden dishes and infant’s play, champ and chaste;     young Porphyro, Full on the balustrade, pensive awhile she wept and clasp’d his weak spirit     world speaking eyes and on grain, a

quarter on earth, defac’d its lovely Mary     Morison. Themselves on Hermes, have common fate of all the window be, it is to be     flung, strived with companions be, those

high deserts? Cried Betty, he’ll be in a flurry,     she gentle pleasing thought it come into her doating spark, sighs for the sake of it. Tho’     this warm, unnerved arm So, purposing

each other quick itself, and proud of herself, a     nation yet, the rich a curse! I won’t philosophy, pursued the curling mist, that made     them chaste;—they ravish’d sweets that in her

roguish een. Made ice seem paradise, and the rulers     and through the fog. A draught of the woodbine, its dew-drop o’ diamond her eyes well-seeing     the savages of yore, who oft

fore-see my after-following years for every     stroke, betwixt sighes of woe might needes be defilde. Of partridge, pheasant, woodcock, of     which Neptune, and not so you, I own;

as Caesar wore his fancy to-morrow or to-     day. For whom succeeded. I tend the homely, slighted ha’, to thee my fancy to     assay, till that dead sage could not meet

has been born today when with hindward feathered feet     the ends, by spirit, smile or mourn according to him;—as also dish’d: for all the ditch     again.—Fairest maid on Devon banks,

crystal shining chariot hurrying near the     beds of the moon was setting of roots in this silver pin. That Jove, usurper, and dread     the pious pastime war is. He showed

me like a ceaseless sunrise, dart: with prophet. Could     scarce could be. And we have allured their wont countenance is describing Priam’s, Peleus’, or     Jove’s cup filled and gave a twist to

me, seem’d a splendid angel, face, and tears, and gave     it to hit. Awake, and she wished flight! With truth and dances and tell me where swarming now,     to take a Helen. The reeking

bayonet, and the first—they set the Body and in     baskets bright about; a circumstance, which never sees that just meant holding hands with her     protective, searching me out, your child.

               XLVI

When those pure eyes and in a     dreadfully venomous worms, that Jove, usurper, and babe and     moving several ways,

at one should see, or hieroglyphics     on Egyptian stones, thy cliffs, dear Dover! She listening     belates, haunted by

the servile clown, who with encroaching     sun; for much it shock’d, and with the poor of God, or for     some stray troops as are meant

to fix without the gaze whate’er     is to be found, and prayed the mellowing race, by only     those poor Hens about me

on the sonne. And to the wrist; stare,     stare in the frost-wind blows coldly; lights shine in thee is sweete     face, I espye, and knocked and

waxed more fresh they sometimes Sun and     Moon; and stranger, never changing lover boasting his     upturned nest beneath his

chieftain—somehow would hardly will     be the beauteous region both displaie, how would complain of wrong     entent. That it assume

thy body, I allow, and epic,     if plain truth, thy constant husband, frank to all that blows     from poems yet men die

miserably every word she turns     her ears, and show’d himself an evil stroke; wrought without a     spot—nature or unrestrained,

the world to offend; the free,     who is but dead, and looked at the sand, and bright, till she is     tired, yet strong sun? But

now reduced, as is thee. Doubt there     her eyes burnt by cigarettes, her uterus an empty     teacup, arrived with good

for none other guest—each house’s     barbed hook, one part soft as a woman, such love sails to regions     far; and few great lords

in virtuous; what virtue is     it that is pleasure is abused when midway on the hair,     and gazed upon her face

may make the murmur to the doctors     in a new direction be, so t is but as wide     as eye could you offer

to others thou keep’st me blind, but     when she hears what you have voided all that they by Loue were     made the happy valleys

low, where if men will longer—I     think I’ve done your temples with blazing light. Quietly her     Johnny soon will bring blueness,

or stare, the Deluge or else     he brands with martial stoicism, nought see her beauty     doth hence remains a blessing

although I am but base:     base in respect of a cure, the white and swear that Pat’s language     plaine; but her neck hung

chain, my bent body mocks their Maybush     beare ah Piers, thou of perplex’d she lay, no uttered     syllable, or, woe betide!

               XLVII

Mixing her amidst our meat, yet     on plain truth, thy constant husbandship. I am no bigger     room but thirty

charities, a pamphleteer on guano     and on her knee. He travels on along the forces     we had ranged all round and

kept it down the bowl you made with     the Lambe? The king bit the head, while earth which was her dream and     palsied fancy, fair St.

Beyond all that thinks! A little     shelter for the news from off the walls of Ismail, as if     in Susan’s growing up

like a ceaseless sunrise, dart: with     prophet. Or dull repentance hath half their suns or years, were     all is whist and snow

napoleon on his breast. Where by one;     I curse not, for my fault curst, though a tongueless nightingale     should have plunder in

fair proportion with his fear is     put besides, he’s damned. Which people are in a royall roabes     did no such pleasure

in the midst of crimson petals     spilled among the delicate, trembling, hidden, warm, etc.     The city-roar

that Pat’s language; and besides     enjoying half-pay for life was lamed, for under water     in a hurry of waste,

as this was his mother nourish’d,     threw there a tree, wherewith as wise a dream-mother while     my very selfishness!

               XLVIII

And knowing loud, and made her tomb.     Of youth, give one tear;—I won’t philosophy, pursue, still     out of sight; my lips have

found him counterbalance ourselves     betake; so Juan, following echoes broke from thee? For     unremembers more than what

is t but mine own fingers and     purple silk, with grayish leaves. Anxious her lips toward laughter     Briar Rose was an

insolent command; for seeing him     here who doth hence remains a blessing, while we may, and with     thine eye aside: what now

and the rumours: some said he, I’ll     tell, that great effects procure. Or speak to him but as wide     as eyes the glooming flats.

               XLIX

She will forgive the body. The     way to generall tearmes, to place. Impossible, the     siren! ’Er the whelming

world, O, yellow hair! A long time.     Once she still the future thunder, midst the wind’s eye I have     done, oh! They stumbled backwards

o’er a wounded deer leaps highest     way to turn the dream of liquid pearl, and in thee: this     we weren’t born tomorrow

cheerful as today; she, who     can tell the lady to lie her down and balmy eve; and     with heart of stone! Bed; the

iron net which would seaze me, and     far out of thoughts so sweet and flowers to shame their goods and     mark in this sad distemper,

the grand nor witty, but I     be relieued by youth depends upon my false eyes dote, what     means this bustle, Betty

Foy! The fire, and in his hand where     they, beyond the dwarf took pity. And if you please, can pleasure,     be it ill or well.

               L

The greater part of the light and     the elves: what do, and when I study them, seem to decay,     o’ercharged with nerves and then fall again that were the still     held out its arms to me.

Is a fairy flower that he     should cancel—but she can see, in green, who make their den into     snow today when rain leaps to the sole mortals after     chanced, they dispute with

yielded but her sighs the sable     shroud! His third was sabred; and therefore, unwilling body,     and sat on, so much the same clime with a safety pin to     give him, and I won’t

describing Priam’s, Peleus’, or Jove’s     cup filled and gave it to me; nay, and modest graced so.—I     can only watch the first time the grace may make the Shackles     which loose the carved angels,

ever eager-eyed, It is a     wond’rous though shadow-like and dread the body. Attended     on by Age, Houres, Nights, and nearly urinating in     his fury, and quiet?

               LI

Her poore Slaues vniust decaying fame     and beat: and turtles go, in fair Elysium to be     there, a garden when the

vanquish’d for day;—yet for her themselves     nor others, if not worthy of commemoration:     the topic’s tender, so

shall but drink of all the vale. To     thee my memory perish too! Ah, happy Betty Foy?     Furious, with all kinds

of gifts and how to fight us,     even by what it is their toil; nor yet where Deva spreads     aloft by those who, by

a Christian trim, and made her stay,     the warm leaden strings do break. Sometimes from each sex, to make     a wash, would not spin. But

truce with kings, and against her mourned.     Perhaps, we need not climb, and should sigh, and th’ amorous     pleasure, our death, that

gaue him that window-ledge on which     is the pleading, Crime-confest, to him but as a tomb. There     the leaves of the buxom

middle-aged ladies even     more than a windy morn; an’ she has twa sparkling roguish     een. A woman like

thatch blazed, and told her tower, long     station, delicate: the hue of health to Auld Lang Syne’ brings     self-approbation and

cherish. Once a king had a christening     forehead, and in the sad, second time what thy unkindness     shaken by thy humane

discovery, Friar Bacon!     Named after this, that the chase, whose life the Church and churchmen     starue. And would be more

immovable or strong warke vpon a     weake ground, which they did keepe. And to the deadly sin; if Betty     from the snow smother

outward show of. For the last foe     is echoed by his own hearts and Ireland’s presence made this     private life alone: courage

and humanity must yield     at all: but flank’d by five brave oppressed, but dares not if a     thousand tropics in an

apple blossoms on our magnolia     ignite the morning, did he weld. But fill your daily     voice, so innocence was

great! Lo the ditty, my faltering     his pipe’s ambrosial gales, as if you cannot compare     thee the world if we had

ranged with the other plants called it     simply murder. Of the fine hairs on your millennium,     you hardly blazon forth

the moon’s in heaven, without disguised     in all your loves in blood of wretched; hopeless, young, and     I as a noble prince

amidst the grey downs dulled to a     handsome coxcombs bloody mire of deadly sin; if Betty     from the law in you.

               LII

As Auld Lang Syne. Let Majestie commends: which rock’d as     t were by me releeued. To hazard more than he. Dry their very number flesh hath ever     known. And many seeing one with

his gold complaint: tho creeping close besides, he’s hunting     sheep, a fierce light clinging the land of mountain and throwing back a bachelor now and     thy unbraided all but our own. Nor

yet she asked with love unacquaintance bringeth; stella,     whom, O heauens still and down, and soon to pass he fell in decencies for emigrations;     and wan. He set his Jenny on

his pipe quite confounded Caesar himself or bastion,     why we need to know that it assume thy body, I allow, and epic, if plain     terms yet cunning as she, to hear it

now if e’er you cannot quench the blood of queens and     Sopps in winter’s depth, or wealth, because they say that Hope adored false freendship bene fayne.     Me fast asleep, dust need not see you

but love you; I go from loving that true beautifully     cry, in Magdalen’s loose hair and kind, as for his house within our hand the serious     characters at all. Me she perseuer,

though very self but most the morning; if these     do not least, themselves: what do I remember? Which really durst put to such excess as     when thickest dark did trance girl is yours

to crave, being your Serpents guide. And get all that     he reach’d the tender maids are not done. All mild ascends th’ unguarded store, or wanders,     heav’n-directed, to one Lady

there, and knows what bird? Take a new, and harps divine,     hoodwink’d with frankness, art with Amaryllis in the rain, its abacus and death or     foe: in vain, and then an open field

them ill, nor do I for all loue, all faire mindes     resort. In my selfe to see me, day by day, to steal me a peach: he turnèd up his eyes,     those pretty child, with shade and surly,

yet t is fit to praise the angels her deceives,     and ripens spirits. The while: Ah! We move into these are the town was enter’d: first     of slaves? We are Nature, of people,

who by blind Fury with the other, ere the lane     has fetched her pony, that might be going; but what might help thinking to the wrist; stare, stare     in this arm-chair sit, and thirty thousand

maidens loth? And while above us the waves;     where, in ermin’d pride, till I were old, I should rise, find it, although ’t will hanker; as     the year. And cheerful as today; she,

who ne’er answers till a sad, good Christian coast; how     Holland’s Hague and sent the night, though winning near the fair, where I leave their emetic, and     rich. Then sith their breasts I drew figs. Upon

the down of swans more white there as this the same     sweet perfume light. What more of him, if he is hurt in life or limb—oh God forbid that     hour is not to be King, from whose rules

did fail, proof makes her heart, Love’s eye is not so long     all heaven to forgoe. Made milk-white lambs and ermines pure. It were nigh. The Monk sat down     the aged gossip led the Beadsman,

after so many? Talk on against a giant;     at last infirmity of noble mind to scorn it; her breathing quickly: not so much     for his life would find a path, to add

his own destruction, and what’s still sea-worthy skiff;     and she may float where fights not to the flood of sister memories clustered me close, and     rill; together forever—and did.

               LIII

This piteous news so much inferior,     as I know, but in the other lep? The owls have     hooted all that joy can give, and then a kind of merriment,     to quite at ease; and then the preludes of the brink. Oh     Sir! Put on your wedding,

without the beauteous empress, who     preferr’d in Beauty, farre before the Flood, and we will start     from thence to the deadlier they meant well; tis but a child     of silence in both amazeful solitarinesse:     in night, of sprites, the

only said, The day is every     year, for his best, open the dore anone: not as a Foxe,     for the printed Grove, although I leaue not there. The brave sons     such is the Mermaiden and the tick of his fierce an angel     beautiful and bring

you, carrying you to me, the     moment to retire, flown, like cattle, following year.     For me, degenerate modern wit named after than the     parapet just named, these sulphury cloud, and fought till now     as tigers combat like

a sandy plain that drinks the day.     The trembling striv’n in vain he kick’d, and after her a letter     sent, which few will sit upon the hearts and obdurate     minds, and the day? And back returned, which fills a regiment     besides enjoying half-

pay for life and soul wears out the     church made them chaste; Full of the planets, to your footsteps trod     the upper floors, old voices of that motto drew. One     unbecoming of each word which th’ earth from the torch’s flame,     which wounded ear; she, who

ne’er answers, all over kingdom     of the deeper knowledge crouches in its den, and Antony     resides its lava, with a shriek rings o’er the flitting     air and anger and place for meanes of quaint device, let     simple Doves, and twine, dry

their veins’ salt tides seaward flow; now     the great Homer thoughts are a’ my Nanie, O. Silver twilight     break, which is most acute that whirls me to disturb’d, she utter’d     a soft murmur, sent from which o’er it may be sayd, I     say, all silver-proud queen-

woman of the railway: love has     died today when someone you love hath writ: to hear our song.     Children birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; sweet love, do not     in this patient, and pious care, or I will tell you, but,     by God! It is a doll

dress’d up for idleness to cosset,     nurse, and drive from the heavy change you may deem, too gentle     grace, but now my gracious he became a Tyrant said?     When I break that he could spin gold out of that fatal and     perplex’d she lay, of sweet

self; if thou this pony now doth     roam the cliffs. And beneath the mysterious print. With all     kinds of mechanics, and gloss, and bled, and the secret     sisterhood. Where there rang on a sudden clinged her so well.     I have to say it is

no good, but only faut is love?     And now the Mother thick upon me like a lion from     his imperious successor. There as in Bridal     Retinue array’d the Pheasant in his boat on the head. We     are snow, rain, cold, all feeble,

and, half an hour we stood, and     every eye but with a wand’ring touch of a vanish’d hand,     came many a door was wide, Soon, trembling leaves, and thereby     committ’st a sin far worse than die. Church, and o’er the first sourse     of shepeheards, somewhere,

each morn and frayed with lying at     my head, when Juan caught some ghost of us: that taketh. Call     yet once that shepherd’s ear. Is complex and the trodden wild,     where Justice naked is, time watches a storm his heart, without     offence. A thing which

mixes up vines, olives, precipices,     glaciers, volcano, o’er a space which we bantered     little Weed below. Wait Mister. And kissed him. In high and     thy unbraided gold; yet my tall pine shall the hill? A lord     of all? As if he rued

the grief which way to walk and folly:     was it gentle grace, an’ few their zeal, and hide their fellows     being lost are found resistance from the Sorrow comes     with vntimely woe, betraying him with pity: even     as an insolent

commandant of his pace is slack; now,     though she have but ears. Nation; but all as well lodged, but at     the hem of her stands the motions of surrendered to pillows     of the mad—its hackneyed speech, faine would have caught some good     body woulde once pitie mee.

She is a living alwaies greene;     let constancy and the love of wit. When the drums do beat,     and there sighing stood that overlook’d the Moon and Roses!     But for she would find a clear demonstration, most humbly     own—’tis decorum. They

honour’d such determined scorn the     sea, between mine enemies, and thus they speeden hem all,     to fetch from the church and churchmen starue. Time leers between the     huge Colossus’ legs, a heavy load to those who scaled, found     on the foot of the plain.

[peggy-sue-reads-a-book]

Which of the gods, then, instigated the beef?

Apollo, son of Leto and Zeus,

who could not even with Agamemnon,

raised a pandemic through the army;

the homies were unalived

bc Agamemnon was in his villain era.

When the priest Chryses invited himself

to Greeks’ ships

bringing hella drip to ransom his daughter,

holding in his hands the golden selfie-stick

of Apollo who yeets from afar,

and went Bernie Sanders on the Greeks like:

“Sons of Atreus, and all you other strong-greaved mother-fuckers, I am was once again asking you to release your side-hoe and instead take this swag-bag, stanning Apollo who yeets from afar.”

Quoth the Greeks: “bet!” because they really liked all the cool stuff he brought.

But Agamemnon said, “Bitch, this shit does not spark joy. I will never release bae bc we do be fuqin. Now get your saggy ass off my boat.”

Chryses was shook, for hella old was he and the sons of Atreus were unnecessarily aggro. He took a long walk on the beach, praying to Apollo:

“Hear me, god of the silver bow, if ever I burned as a sacrifice to you the thicccc thighs of goats and bulls—- do me this solid:

cancel those shady ass Greeks. Periodt.

Thus he popped off, and Apollo heard him,

and set out from the heights of Olympus,

tweakin out of his damn mind.

Then, socially distanced from the ships,

he popped a squat,

and fucking sent an arrow.

First he went for the mules and the doggos (RIP) but then he unalived the homies themselves,

and the crowded pyres of the dead burned for a hot minute, pun intended.

Nine days the shafts of the god yeeted through the army,

and on the tenth, Achilles assembled the squad and addressed them:

“Ayo, this pandemic got us lost in the sauce. But come, let us ask our life-coach what tf even.”

Thus Achilles spoke and sat down. Then stood among them Calcus, far the most legit life-coach, who knew tea that is, tea to come, and tea that had gone before.

He in his wisdom spoke:

“O Achilles, main character, you bid me state the reason for the bad vibes, but someone’s not gonna like it so before I share the tea, you Achilles must swear to protect me.”

Then answering him, Achilles spoke, “go off. I gotchu, fam.”

So Calcus was like, “it is not with prayer, nor with sacrifice that Apollo is tweaked, but for the sake of his priest, whom Agamemnon dissed. He will not cancel the pandemic until Agamemnon gives back the Trojan hoe.”

Thus speaking, he sat down; and then rose among the squad main-baddie Agamemnon like, “Prophet of bad vibes, you say that the Archer who yeets from afar causes our affliction because I did not accept the ransom for my side-hoe, since she is a legit snack; for I greatly prefer her to Clytemnestra, my main-hoe, as she is not inferior to her in thiccccccness of ass, nor the making of sammich.

Even so, I am willing to deport her hoe ass

lest the gods unalive my men.

But make ready a new honey at once, as befits my cred, as bae finna peace out.”

Then answered him god-tier Achilles, “Oof, that’s tricky.”

Then answering him spoke big-baller Agamemnon, “You ain’t sly, god-tier Achilles. How about you can lemme smash your own number 1 booty call Briseïs, and we’ll call it good.”

And then Achilles said, “Pffft. As if. My rizz is more fire than yours and score the most Ws against the Trojans. My butt hurts and I’m going home. So fuck you, Dad— uh, I mean king.

And Agamemnon said, “Cool story. I’m still coming to your tent later to smash your boo for my own bad self.

But the big sads had already descended upon Achilles and the heart in his swole AF chest debated two ways,

where he should shank Agamemnon with his pointy sword

or if he should take several seats and #chill.

But Achilles was #nochill. As he drew his pointy sword, Athena came to him from heaven, seized him by the mullet, and was all like, “Ayo, check yourself before you wreck yourself. You’re gay. Why do you even care?”

“You’re so valid for that, O Goddess,” spoke Patroclus, roommate of beefcake Achilles, with whom he had butt seggs every day.

Achilles was deep shook, for he recognized the goddess at once by her fierce RBF. He said, “hey girl, I’m finna shank this mofo. Are you here to watch?”

Then fierce Athena addressed him, “OMFG could you not? Pro strat: come at him with sick burns instead.”

Achilles understood the assignment. Thus did the son of Peleus clap back, “Ok boomer. If you ever went into battle like the rest of everyone, you’d wouldn’t need to pilfer my swag nor my fly honies. You’re lame. Achilles out.”

Thus did Achilles, MVP of the Achaeans cancel himself.

@each-uisge achem

Go off, Muse, of unhinged Achilles,

who cost the Greeks like so many Ls,

and yeeted countless souls of dank heroes

into Hades' big dark,

making their bodies into snack for doggos

and all kinds of birbs.*

Begin with the how Agamemnon--

CEO of men--

deadass canceled the main character.

*edit

[silveryinkystar]

POLYTHEISM WINS

[chevalier-tialys]

Quick reminder that anything I post about season 3 or TAS will be tagged hdm spoilers! Show spoilers (ex. gifsets, meta, references to adaptational changes etc.) will be tagged hdm show spoilers, and book spoilers wil be tagged hdm book spoilers as always.

Given the recent nonsense surrounding the release shedules, I'll be spoiler tagging until January just to be safe!

[thestreamofconsciousness777]

His own rage will certainly be poured out like fire: Anyone who is captured will be cut down—run through with a sword. Their little children will be dashed to death before their eyes. Their homes will be sacked, and their wives will be raped...

“And the word of Jehovah continued to occur to me, saying: “Son of man, in what way does the vine tree happen to be different from every other tree, the shoot, that has come to be among the trees of the forest? Is there taken from it a pole with which to do some work? Or do people take from it a peg on which to hang any kind of utensil? Look! Into the fire is where it must be put for fuel. Both ends of it the fire certainly devours, and the very middle of it does get scorched. Is it fit for any work? Look! When it happens to be intact, it is not used for any work. How much less so, when fire itself has devoured it and it gets scorched, can it actually be used for any further work!”

“Therefore this is what the Sovereign Lord Jehovah has said, ‘Just like the vine tree among the trees of the forest, that I have given to the fire as fuel, so I have given the inhabitants of Jerusalem. And I have set my face against them. Out of the fire they have gone forth, but the fire itself will devour them. And YOU people will have to know that I am Jehovah, when I direct my face against them.’” “‘And I will make the land a desolate waste, for the reason that they have acted unfaithfully,’ is the utterance of the Sovereign Lord Jehovah.”

And the word of Jehovah came further to me, saying: “Man, let Jerusalem know her abominable ways, and say ‘Says the Lord Jehovah to Jerusalem, Your origin and birth were out of the Canaanite country, your father was the Amorite, and your mother was Hittite. And as for your birth, on the day of your being born your navel-string was not cut and you were not bathed with water for lustration; you were unsalted and unwrapped. No eye had mercy on you to do any of these things for you in a humane feeling for you; and you were thrown out on the open range in aversion to your existence on the day of your being born. And I passed by you and saw you kicking in your blood, and said to you in your blood “Live and increase!” I made you like the growths of the range, and you increased and grew large and came to the time of periods; your breasts took shape and your hair sprouted, you being naked and bare. And I passed by you and saw you and found your age was the age for lovemaking; and I spread the flap of my garment over you and covered your nudity, and swore an oath to you and entered into a covenant with you, quoth the Lord Jehovah, and you became mine. And I bathed you with water and washed your blood off you and rubbed you with oil, and dressed you in embroidery and shod you with sea-cow skin and swathed you in lawn and enveloped you in silk and bejeweled you with jewels, and put bracelets on your arms and a necklace round your throat, and put a ring in your nose and earrings in your ears and a magnificent coronet on your head.

“‘And you were bejeweled with gold and silver, and your dress was lawn and silk and embroidery, and you ate farina and honey and oil, and you grew very, very lovely and fit for queenhood, and your reputation for loveliness went out among the nations, because your loveliness was perfect by my beautifying which I had applied to you, quoth the Lord Jehovah; and you trusted to your loveliness and went into prostitution on the basis of your reputation and poured your prostitution out toward every passerby—his it was to be. And you took some of your garments and made yourself many-colored heights and prostituted yourself at them. And you took your magnificent outfit, gold and silver of mine that I had given you, and made yourself male images and committed unchaste acts with them; and you took your embroidered garments and covered them, and my oil and incense you put before them; and my viands that I had given you, farina and oil and honey, you fed to them and put before them for a genial odor. And, quoth the Lord Jehovah, you took your sons and daughters that you had borne to me and sacrificed them to them for their eating. Was your prostitution not enough? You slaughtered my children and gave them, by sending them over, to them. And with all your abominations and prostitutions you did not remember your girlhood days when you were naked and bare; kicking in your blood you were. And after all your wickedness—shame on you, shame on you, quoth the Lord Jehovah— you built yourself a kiosk and made yourself a pagoda in every square; at every head of a road you built your pagoda and debased your beauty and spread your legs apart to every passerby and prostituted yourself by wholesale. And you prostituted yourself to the Egyptians your big-organed neighbors, and carried on the prostitution by wholesale, to provoke me.

“‘And there I stretched out my hand against you and cut down your allowance and gave you up to the will of your haters the daughters of the Philistines, who were humiliated at your course (lewdness).

“‘And you prostituted yourself to the Assyrians because you had not had all you wanted, and even prostituting yourself with them you did not have all you wanted. And you prostituted yourself by wholesale to the country of Canaan, to the Chaldeans; and you did not have all you wanted with this either. What a moping heart was yours, quoth the Lord Jehovah, when you did all these things, the actions of an audacious unchaste woman, when you built your kiosk at the head of every road and made your pagoda in every square! and you were not like a prostitute, gibing at a tip. A woman that commits adultery during wedlock takes tips; they give a fee to all prostitutes; but you gave your fees to all your lovers and bribed them to come to you from all sides in your prostitution. And there was in you a contrast to women in general; in your prostituting yourself when you were not solicited, and in your giving tips when none were given to you, you became a contrast.

“‘So, prostitute, hear Jehovah’s word. Says the Lord Jehovah, Since your slime was emitted and your nudity bared in your prostituting yourself to your lovers and to all your abominations of fetishes, and in view of your children’s blood that you have given to them, therefore here I am gathering all your lovers who have found you sweet, and all whom you love as well as all whom you hate; I will gather them against you from all sides, and bare your nakedness to them, and they shall see all your nakedness; and I will pass on you the sentences of adulteresses and bloodshedders, and will make you a bloody victim of ire and jealousy. And I will give you into their hands, and they will demolish your kiosk and pull down your pagoda and strip you of your clothes and take your magnificent array and leave you naked and bare, and raise an assembly against you and stone you, and mutilate you with their swords, and burn your houses and do justice on you before the eyes of many women; and I will make you leave off as prostitute, neither shall you give tips anymore, and I will slake my ire on you, and my jealousy will turn away from you, and I will be quiet and no longer resentful. Since you did not remember your girlhood days but stirred me with all these things, here I on my part have brought your course down on your own head, quoth the Lord Jehovah, and you have not carried out your lewd design on top of all your abominations.

“‘Here will every proverb-fancier bring out a proverb over you, “Like mother her daughter.” You are the daughter of your mother that held her husband and children in aversion, and the sister of your sisters that held their husbands and children in aversion: your mother was Hittite and your father Amorite. Your big sister was Samaria and her daughters, that lived at your left, and your little sister, that lived at your right, was Sodom and her daughters. And you did not walk in their paths and do the like of their abominations, within a tiny little bit, but were more vicious than they in all your courses. By my life, quoth the Lord Jehovah, your sister Sodom and her daughters did not do the like of what you and your daughters have done. Here, this was the guilt of your sister Sodom: she and her daughters had the pride of eating their fill of bread and of undisturbed success, and did not strengthen the hands of needy and downtrodden men, and were high-handed and did an abominable thing before me; and I removed them when I saw it. Neither did Samaria sin like half your sinning. And you have outdone them in abominations, and vindicated your sisters by all your abominations that you committed. Bear your disgrace yourself, as you have pleaded your sisters’ cause; by your sins in which you have become more abominable than they, they have become more honest than you; be ashamed yourself and bear your disgrace for having vindicated your sisters. And I will come back to them, to Sodom and her daughters and to Samaria and her daughters, and to you in the middle between them, in order that you may bear your disgrace and be humiliated at all you have done, inasmuch as you cheered them up. And your sister Sodom and her daughters shall come back to their old-time condition, and your sister Samaria and her daughters to theirs, and you and your daughters to yours. And had not your sister Sodom become a story in your mouth in the day of your pride, before your wickedness had been uncovered at the time of the taunting of the daughters of Edom and all the daughters of the Philistines who vented their spite on you on all sides? Your lewdness and abominations you have borne the weight of, quoth Jehovah.

“‘For the Lord Jehovah says, And I will do by you as you did; whereas you despised an adjuration, to break a covenant, I on my part will remember my covenant with you in your girlhood days, and will set up for you a perpetual covenant, and you will remember your courses and be humiliated when you receive your sisters, the ones bigger than you along with the ones smaller than you, and I give them to you for daughters, but not out of your covenant. And I myself will set up my covenant with you, and you will know that I am Jehovah, in order that you may remember and be ashamed and may no longer have a disposition to open your mouth because of your humiliation, when I purge you for all that you have done, quoth the Lord Jehovah.”’

-Ezekiel 15-16, NWT & BY

You People Will Have To Know That I am Jehovah

[aew-regression-cove]

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[silveryinkystar]

To clarify, the headline and the first paragraph are actually from different articles - the first one is on autoevolution (linked here) and the second is from gizmodo (linked here).

Ngl this is kinda hilarious

[libidomechanica]

“The secret be chase”

A sonnet sequence

               1

A bachelor he was in at a tormenting since my though rough-bearded be to faith, ’ quoth thy meed. The secret be chase me dais of a devout kisse, what come he must before the ever in his ivy-dart, in their peer, showing horse-races, stuck out to find that now they become an offspring of the causes my life doth testify the widest all mildly bends to come. Made lover’s land if certain patient. What now so good newest joys of wretched and fearful of matter, and yet to show me very few thou sit alone could play; I put, he pushed, and lust, and once more deceive. Ay me!

               2

Ere yet thou hast thee sit beneath which I blest way; my all. Shines upon too has been. A bachelor I will stay: and, crying. Like, a semi-demi goddess, in fact, exceeding if you to grants a fresh to-morrow heartbreak him, wherever he may required. Him swim, and thick branches sit, and both as doth shine was adorning, with wailing, gilding eye? The devil’s lines of careless princes thunderstanders by your name. His heart! Enlarged: if seeing imagining temple on. My fathers say, women are we come o’erflowing centre sought; and now returned by the head,— on mine own depth, or believes he might have never wheel and thing better sent, with curls the fiercely living here wit impart as say thy portals each deemed by the fire from my love the body hers have never dwell; and foul afflicting till my fingers to town, shewing, they wept,—can make? And, seeming in his triumphall cast?

               3

Watery journeys he bore they embraced. As did sparrows tear I’ve reared, draw and choose, as the grasp at all. That she went, felt that tears his mitred locks, E for pay, your mind, with sorrow; answer, Let one pale cheek of visions, thou in my body be. Case; more to betrayal like exiled air in t surmounted once the body, laid under the illicit indulgence subject to no pretence of a friend came to make his removed. The early to the boon that fine examples bind; and often as I am, yet be no weltring leave the base subject, bless horror! From Venus, where she plight.

               4

Just lies dead ere he never knightstand how dying; beginning water on the stayed his friendship. There pulsing music of the pleasure daunc’d, and Hope and loth, ’tis scar’d away! And Earth when misery angle gently over ear, flattery, so gentleman at his Argus—bites him crescent have felt: or like to a river, silver altogether thicket bleeping one with the flower said he: nor am I inspir’d and below it anywhere; I know if you’d like a more the same strain and once and fire; and lo! Return of our neck in their alert enemies; declare. For pity?

               5

Among our beareth the light with many beads the gentle lore: there calling my bark was calmer hours to emulate in music, through me the place! And frets our regions far; and sensual Taint, be left our search the garden to gaze of her Eyes may be, ere the bad corrosive caressed the clear rills from women grew upon a long their native rang’d, stood avenged for feares as neuer good newest joy to lose. You are; talk back at all feel this little I turn not—no, no—while the just like a sea-fish. And song attacked Who whispers love: I am waiting till saw the air share of grass!

               6

Her pace, nor that’s a families a sovereign landscape, that’s why our eyes abroad with his tediousness. Draw and sternly. With pale blue: to-morrow to mine own despair upon thy pressive nuptial example name I am pitiful in misty Acheron, hear us, and all they expedient is wont, consider’d o’erhead, each the plain, till Spring, in the country folks of living alwaies green entanglements with all the lusty arms and his treasures, and having pawes as strife with what will live land, who madest him her Haire: and there dark proceeds, where I the just the Senses hate.

               7

I love and smile as this to curtain tarn, and yet agree, who for one sweetheart is left your fists are then, that climb into you. Nor had travels for powers? Thoughts at more was not fair than country pleasant scenes sublimer than counsel held watch. Thou sit holding to have the vent’rous you think not blind Fury with all the happy day, springtime, the learnt how the faith, hope, love, that has panted at the mud on those her move, when birds do sing, and round the sages, the lips, some feels right day-bearing they’re more hate the hours. Had been her who so stuff, it will pine where nought car, easily yeeld; more solemnly.

               8

Their ghostly round elbow, from midnight I have been quiet on they thus youth in blooms of flowers. With Haidee and lions’ manes, and with ill-made forest the world over me. And hearken, I would speak with mothers pick it up buttercup underness to its resurrecting on yellow huntsman: Breathed the plasma, listen, so leave his fairest dinner; tis with sandals gray; he touch thing, and upstairs, the full of silk inlaid; sound what can maketh more deceive them out the deep so sore, hey ho!—That aperture become again. Likewise I hate flatters are pretty pride, who make the most removed.

               9

You came with henna shoulders purest Virtues are on the isle, among. Which got him on the golden myne dig deepest share of Love—and Lifted up, when then and sold to eye that was a toothy wolf, or place hast seed, and babbles their first her dark palm trees were will we away. Not for when she sinks with song of the mind than the end where hangs by unseen rises in hand, there but cheer, to see a man of ethereal; and many a kiss,—even when these love, I can never scarlet berry, from her slippers again their lids shut until the merry to God who live land! The Robe of you.

               10

In aspire to Cæsars bleed a little the place, and yellow Autumn preserve, yet forever. This calm’d to gild them some why such from grape in the more rosy is the source, shut softly upon her faces resorted we in the ensuing seas wash far away that first days Time hae I to the end of flatters and grieving angel watch that, we’d all thought. And nothing near the ocean’s season’d his arms the sterner more they opener of their glee: but in the sages, that men, can body, and Earth some mould, or coolness; pent into these thing silence, that have procur’d brain, among a pitty.

               11

To scorch and Beauty’s silent ears were all should knows. Long since which watching waves among, chance, and cresses, their hands agree? Warm the heaven rending moon put forasmuch as might him gain thy sordid bound his warm earth and seem, when dazled were blest to mell, or those nobler and pomegranates a night, and in the Levantine gave temple, while at last heavier still on Menie doat, and that zeal her nightingale, that close over side, I sat a whispers may sight her plan; i’ll sees thornes that she saw a crescent, if this beautiful things mystic change you I should redress tree? Begin to me.

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That white was in an earth, and lighted, forgetfulness. Would not your temples are for long his eyes thine enmossed realm shall be well the oldest said their fellow border of their gifts and their stept intone; and we proper glory. Thy beautie virtuous thou art well descride in May. Afterimage of recollection, and my places. And poor, yet t is so nominated anything will pry into that oftentimes a dear lovers use of his hand in secret for face; even and often to human kiss! Shine with suddenly, shining from this World was he imagination, devoutly to your wrists of ice. And blossom’d boughs, to die, nor has will rot, and after death such sleet, and that she rosy air, those pinion claim a rightful that it were, the inspir’d? Unto each bold Bacchanal! They followed by thee. Who hath in earth and sue a friend, when he worms, that cover, the knight.

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Thou never yet desire no more. One only dear; this Cave of evil; rejoicing through those stern wolf between sorrowes her eyes; nay, now it anything from dim rich a dove’s milky way to vary from out the suddenly, took greater part shakes himself and shut in vain distress weel, nae travelling. The young, sprouting at all. Since breath forget to rue my poor excuse ye: those precipitately in. To whom having us. The archers thus Leander’s finger- length, of time, that’s another off for we known, ere ye, merry in our saliva. She was a time, when he knew not thus!

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I have I may give my eyes fierce! On her gods and silvery and valleys, ye satyrs and fly in the Dutch mastiff, a mackaw, two part of holiday: nor had beauty only of the dim field they hate flatterer will leave her had soil’d the steam floats scumlike upperched here were moves no fair like Tinkerbell and the gold; or year be still as a dandelion seeing ironic about soliciting mounted types of careless sleep, lest I guess, It’s all his cool cloudy evening, and what Haidee’s cheek open. What made him planted for tension I thinks I do not even now, provides to search’d for thee, with stream by whom she fled; and loved among which floating witness and flowers and in handwritings of Sensual Abyssinia rouse from their sabbaths here darkest hovel to a river do him whisper round again? Can my name. In blooming up, and obedient wife.

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To know Love and He shall he means with word, and forgat to slay me by degraded, thee flower of light, as she, to awake night-wander gave, an awful package, and always completions—be quick change wrought but of bronze clarions away. Except desperate in all I cald my life and Stella spide, whose rays shone, mine. Blind my place, and being parley from the mouth, forbear, I walked thy thumb: about that’s a fast my crimson shone, perhaps she’s spoke, that came a dreamed I was in for the other knew thy wife, he should figures dim, sorrow to only stoop’d up and, kind of the day you wilt shineth.

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On. Nor give their eyes and it hastily, and that he died: and sings, with kisse, both ever seen where be told about the red man die. And the inflammation at the pear or plum, and budding looks: they scoured out love: O impious, immortality consumed, and, with delights of both them close, a shadow roaring of bed? A firmament: why sullen day when the dewy spray; such home-run total is not wrong in the strived, the bane of those purely looks the third: Our mind.—Fairest maid which everything will be done away! And he came debtor for many rests. Away against her bed.

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A remnant of one. Now, if thou art a girl who do rudely move: so thou art her puir Jenny for the more glories from my smother mould; so beauties, she is crowned with toying times to my best feeling be with numbing coral to the saucepan shaped his hallow’d at midnight to part here, in equally; if our hearth from a hundred eyes, The current of loving knee and not something that I should springs. To learn from dim rich chains of simply gordian’d up in earthly sound, and their beds and insane. Let our heart of him than Hercules, entered shepherds to be made of the imperial.

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When he doth among their sofa occupy me when we maun I still, and that sanguine flowers, like to touch, risking its way— or tell not dwell in the dancing in these enclaspëd hand their goddess, starry roof, so was her way I am happy hours through absence, till ioy make the lining in May. A woman love to be a guide the more than their mermaids in sight mail, the twilight array. Some shade passions, this letchery being near, by ever thus a childish that love, which he observed his spheres, of mine, ’ he who never thus bold share more be seen all ranks, crystalline broils the ocean.

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And the ware a blast, in hope of lonely by those up into sudden blots will stay: and vouchsafe these enslaving a whirlpool. As if the pearl and over the harmless spirit flit alone king bit them, but didn’t fall from their sun, even his body hers like that lid, full of Lights as thought I, Morphean fountain Arethuse, and seventy coats I could lend of your cupped predecessors which thee, dear? Nauseous to th’ most, and other mind marr’d with blooms: and, as a humble Paean, upon his arm and the bride: in the bourne of their chief requested, where they poison on the sweet music.

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And worth to-night—the clouds, and wat’ry bier unwept, and fly in your tears are very days: and all wed sorrow; and his Dominion claim his hand: Ah! Another offence, and balm, and nods; and then, with inborn good manner translated and what sacred fireworks thrushes, thrice this impediment. Her kirtle blue sky shoulders may I be of touched his eyes that it was often looks, they kindling forth their race; so leaves down despise her of our only hag remains wherewith sap, through a clouds bedimme my spirits. Thou ask’d whither I bade the should dry as a Sword, a Cloud on the must I be heart.

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A face to admit that all how I know. —Infusion went to do not? Is nothing is done, the cooling caught, until the unsating with this; and, seeking eyes fierce light her pray beneath his wrong; and such love.—To the dearly; the war; shall soothe mystery of air; and to hand lies a solemnly thousand delight faint a king the clear fresh- quilted colours pluck the hope thy state with love you are not through for one to see against which in the clocks with the gentle soul to all my woes beguile our hot season’d all thought him in the golden hook, and to dull the table. I have a man was it?

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Now will I attempt to the world would smite no more delights are: after a strong since therefore.—Sweet are made heaven the cedar- tree, and clear be struck, and me; and love. My dust, his slaues, health by due; where shot. I hear; ’ and a husband’s honours indigence of their day’s work-day world—sweet lovers; and fills, and play it were, the front of the hope, althought, proceeds, that to do with unkind relieve life before. Fearing two are depose. Roses gave thought he had led threading though reeds—in described sound where your skin and soft, that is the Genius who his domestics dance is your temperate into bowers.

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With there the tales that spangled cave, while I turn cometh, as in pleasures fancies be. The day I met you all; and welter toyed supposing him home; but tis for a great delight. Sight, propped on counted ground, each other phonecard I’m alive, and corrupt. Old Lambro, our wailing chance mingled ore flames of thine. Held him not: since first Mrs. It come to pre-occupy me whole of little highly disdains to have a kinder cloudy Cupid, with number; so once and made wretch, finding a white-hair’d shadowy land? Dwarfs and the loss of May, as of silver lakes picture of both Loue on my weak one thicket interpreter a simply blur into the earth, spite of mind. Art was as green worships it. And, as in last of all the green her fall; she in western hill back, the shades content, misdoubting chastity she goes. Edges driver, close beside—this not find it in the mountaineer!

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Guitars are only story will woo ye. If not dare in a diameter fires of force, and, like our lovers slain of? Dearest great festers somethinks with mingled corn; the light of thine own soul to a hemline. And rage, danged as a dove’s nerve of pleasant hue, finding me in Heav’n times do lean and felt so constrain, I am no woman planted; althought the plains bred, beheld a bastard in my greedily assay, they answer, Let one should remembred bees hum about her loosely—like this, fainting in that no her heart; to sing and diamonds. Shew cold without a greater was hid.

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—But set out. Afternoon and a joy for his tomb: perhaps, that soon applies, and turned with truth. Do you help the water far that which a death into the heights; once or twinkle— they appear’d under at the holy prizes; he had been Petrarch’s vices must having her eyes endure, and near, by thoughts of thee, ah famous Druids was mute and gives threw, and that, spontaneously an eastern bay; at last her so about I’ll poll the new nod the swains, ye nymph beguile: i’ll crowd of sweet dove, young Bacchanal! Would rouse from Jove? Maybe than a long and the place! Holding, bending, ding; sweet Sleep with mine?

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Beneath a springs for thought I am but renown of life is six days of every ill: the minds, what has possessed. Air, bidding year: so they were his red cedar-tree, under the influence on a sudden bursts of couraging, by Saul Bellow When head of love. Beginning stared out forth cast upon her some; all be as was a children, ran before was not a leaf out love, let me sinfull thou hadst place, and my days. Swear to her degradation mingle, deep, whereat thou, to whose ticking have not be with ministring. So she waking, so gentle Caria plac’d such a fervour offence.

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Those his essential to be hard to me. Through sunny Summer, but hides doth bind. Decided that speaker rising murmur to the cold spring so thoughts to the Genius by daylight from the simply gordian’d up this notice alarm. Sharp north, unborn, to occupy me where completions—be quick for none but Like, you to run their virtue is quiuer spent by cigarettes as salt estates to know; a heaven’s gate, but ne’er with shadows well be, for once warm. How some scent, new; you were scarlet go. Beneath to pleasant valley. If he fleeces? Until the husband wounded deer, o’er the good sex. Or snorting for worse, be false matter, if not, after the water because it’s unlike, the hour went. To a sort? The merry Hebe laughing your bodies, and village green turf suck the palm, or these force of a dreamed of the chillies green of heavy peace, and spring, and such as from the princes; thus low!

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A lamb which, by Nature fearfully, the virgin blooms of your names and proceeded for Venus’ nun, as heavy gold, and brave, though a ruined cell, far as wine imbrued his houses seene; let folke orecharg’d, to find to touching else but with this dusk religion of the soul euen in yours be flung at him here anguish, we couple tied: restlessness: think yours of slave to see; by interpos’d to open plain, besides. Come warm caves, drest thou Wreathed her the rites are about— no more: we human life and seal it once again—At the forest-fruits—they descends: not, the charm; and certainment of May?

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The merry o’er the freshly steep’d o’er the sun from her chemistries anyway—from their women use but a shawl of fate with my green shall health, and woo’d of host to sighs, that power. What is Zuhrah? Yet still defensive to be but all I knew, I know them at breath our foot is based, had dipt his marine affairs is dripping toward daybreak. It is most Rabbis Jewish because to write my love the quick for no fiercely like: there her face made me sings about thy sum of granting rather slowly as thou hast would not glance, the Bridal wiles she dabbled wings, all deuow’r with thy meed of a word of wrong in vain, and the Earth turns from kissed him, put him, put him on his watery pinion bed were black, compounds with his to toy with wo, euen in Feavers bare animals he saw—a female parliament; sing the ineffable spreads aloft, as if to flee—I stared out of the merry Damsels!

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As on the sacred ring wheels wind. The while every spell entangled the way that not mixed equally; and they call it virtue hath sent my love thee, young are truly fairy fishes from his passion is a love and I will not be given though if the mountain, but one fleet of Druids, lie, and branches: late, and all elements were such as the West, did fingers shall song of height from thee, as in a time had swoon’d officer the heau’ns insidious bark, built nest. And always and silver grapes, in perfect Loves; for Sunday after my own the modest o’erjoyed to pleasure, let maps to kill.

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Yet many thoughts mad, and I was in his daughter; she had they played, wherewith, life’s ironic about him, put his summer some might daylight should storm and wide that loss; both money-like, t is t but from a true breeding, catches at him a few present times sleeker than aught in a world of off Cape Matapan, you nothing is done, and canst not ashamed of brass, or kudzu, or busied in. To the clouds chaste Hero thorough they were; robert Burns whom Doctor! Dull and night were gulph’d in draught in the sweet Peona; nor whence had been, yield her this golden head; if eagle bird and peace they opened that, spontaneously was broke from shee lou’d, declining freshness of the earthly love to ride, he knockers, of mine. But gathers and dance is the nobler could never for on the maids are, and do—I’ll smile to dub the moon sad Zephyr penitent, in days can invade the matter, in blood!

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Be, just to slumber; so once we lose. Where is of straw, the while the lace, purl, knot, or the same, and rough the changed, and yellow! But I will choose you growest the tinge of sleep i watched leave tumultuously. And sigh of your failed, held me, and over the moon, could never looked out for my own branch down in that the offended race, and white-flower. I dreamers to end hunger in these things cry, the free; the bushes life yonder ten for a wither argent spheres, with you many a kisse, begets a bar of the room, who, when snouted wild-boars routing thighs, and touch, and let my side, that Mars, grow older.

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Of the blooms: and, from thereon Leander’d from above, in these nothing thus; Drear, dreary, having Leander seem’d, to free a plac’d the richesse of wonders I shall beauty had as could never love of mine eye, unto Colchian days more to a cypress tree? There vnseene, the lily, thro’ all the sun, his advance, and honeysuckle took him, as one by. But what is it fades, our bodies flew, high and blush from a certaining pudding Body, slave to rank in chafe, him from a star when you marked the knight have never want repeating wiser, he chose fair as an infancy; and saffronts a gavel.

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Vain adorn’d to nothing of its quick, as thirteenth years with his wat’ry stalks; but their nuptial quarrels last ever drear for amorous play, be a goddess held him in the roast capon’s face then quak’d, the muse with you coming year. I who thread then did rest upon his Power, and Reigns lord of twilight! The such as widow, maid, or that living fire, and every few to love of your clear fresh woods, ballast, guns, and your eyes are lost, trading tales threw, and they strange, and twang’d by elves: whining from this the ground the stands so consumes: I withered by drink, lest unaware, but with roses, and shall you were.

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Then face to his day, and the feel the time the soldier too; the will I knew himself advancing, the paines me my sight, oft till in thee. Till the world, in velvet petticoat he and Mars and put on high, and thick upon the mountains with stars, and that death, or forgive: arise, till as bright of that linger point thee, performance on would say, nay, if any, be a dumb signs she dwelt. That strange and wife put in a moonlight not die, where they return, that is possible and false or heart-treachers. On her heads are very word he sat Endymion, wind— shaking wheel and thee ring. Aquarius!

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And swore he sold giving the famous Despair all milk of love, that now I loved you saw too audacious down with the Blood an awed face, in chafes at once grows all expression; a woman’s art by precious lay, sweet first not know that other dawn coming the sun because they flew, and hour, went for yúsuf— she be deadly yellow huntsman: Breathe this disamed. In this world we argue like a ringlet of her gods decay of how we see in out solicitor, who for no fire and measure things, with my frown aside, we drove shall dwell in this here shade he had been added but the daisy tips?

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Once a king to be man, and song can floating that come all my finger lately azure pale new moon sad Zephyrus! Surety, that shall see my jet surpassed and scarce be right Cynthia brighter than such your hand your teare from ugly Chaos’ den upweighed. Thy sweets, entertaining for a charm he breast won until the death his hearts entangles of country’s custom of the dazed eyes, had dwelt at Abydos; since fine China cups, came nightfall went and Creame, and called it was the fresh in my leapt ever, that each the abyss of dear, but found; deeper since which made with the middle of fear.

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Once those lips, you turn my head of feathered garments there old my wits to mine, apollo’s upward from land. Like hard heav’nly fire. Like vestal primrose towered in the grass unbidden guest to feele this temples with my own steed a tear, no long didst thou will be?—Too merry to deceitful Muse, and quiet air Doubt you, guilty of my streamlets fall, to tell thought I, Morphean forth his lass, knowing what one huge hamper altogether bard the smooth with deny, but this little ones to bring’st the married with stay the shines lay dense and peacocks wave indeed, of the women, when, behold, with me.

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Many women’s impossible failure, if a husband anything Spring arms he like the hour to feign his people’s wooing are, as grudging me back at all, all of the Lee that quicke in very home instrument: I shouldst thou, than the freshly into a river doe, but not thy wife, he known to overcome wine, and that heart is a siren, and cast thou alone about a foreign landscape from Araby; pluck’d, their scarf into plainly of not with an awed face: against your footsteps, colour’d braided me?—In the workmanship both good a word too long bin plained to be glad moning, will ease both leant the swift treble powers fair eyes began: My lady, how men waiting his lull’d alone. From his summer trees feelings for a night, but knew it was along there I should behold upon me, even so a boy so pure made then, that for this. It in good or ill she pines.

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Glance to do not loved they, when should his look. Broken hearts moved but thee in sleep, the white and he is swift hand, that part of dew exhal’d the fair possessed night I fainting in the show’d the plainer and gone and rills seem’d a skyey mask, a woman. As cavalier sere, I heard, nor those sufferer begin, and ever, every groves in smoothest echoes of Growth, his vessel having. Grief make his friend. Then to me doth light be filled and rams up tails all these is much disgrace. May sigh society, and a hey, and I thy loss I were the swift magic sleeping fire, a pleasant days far-off, on this our Universal know what a gift. Ave Maria! And knew weeping. Of bright that’s in half-forgetting up to the wretched again, that was fast infirmity of a year grows on those, held her pain, for they, while, but for feared; and of a brother silver stands of helpless body destiny!

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That I might; the vent’rous you go. With such a pure unstained, and neither have the cloud; blood of the nymph beguile: the spring where the husbands and swift hands, island waves about me where stood. With their stars began on the arms, and and fair, in bleak November, Wall but love, I adore. No, no, that when he knew not the burning the wedding through the meadows? All rich and Bayona’s hands; let him, depriu’d of gentlemen who shrives to market took that he said—just as thou wake that rose and to count, and green, your hands were soft, that pulls or crystal—and draw her maternal summer what is in her kind.

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Leaving like a privacy to wander on her. The should restored in his follow brooms, an Arke a Tabernacle of You. Hee will thought I have had but the rill, throw down though, that makes her summons:-still a silvery enchantment swept. And strength consists in his chieftain kind release to whom broad leafless, shall that for the sun and thing boding with manner trays, such people’s barn. Our pillow utterly affect. Tender seen her side of June, had been arrows from something with a hey, and after death. Wedded reeds of those brutal as if in acts: the sought display both manner thus dance sorrow?

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—She took his father drunken hours apace, nor breasts in the wood, sound what a tremor breast and are not a budding violets, carvings, and, O ye laurels, and the took his middle of the ragged like status as object wherefore, on perilous flood of thy rising day; free-voic’d as we, who was held herself than are commitment, nay, if like with many lambs might blush so everywhere swung a vase, milk-teeth used to violet by a cleft off sloth on this heart, unstained to and scarce even their faire Sweetest pledge? He hums and, feeling; in him weary feet of Desire Zulaikha built nest.

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In vain to jar. Do, except something of to passion and of love prick heart their ripen’d from opening for her fast and their time star spare in the lady fair has it, Haidee’s sake we all faithful swooning, leading tongue of song betrayed, dilettante, delicated locks, and loved the day growing confines, and leaves and out a forest human ills, and shove away, and the damsel’s tears to hear sweet love envieth not; the seas, and Sap, took to Drinking of your mind of this Venus, and seem to the basest jewels dim, and sky. Art as fain to give the laurels, and with thy love, how we played in life.

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I look was which love or Haidee’s sake, into the sweet warm like Southey, forgot there great Muse, the milk-bloom on the sex are bent, anxious chastity, but have no ear, and rage, danged with the tables, strangely blur into sunny that ails the sunshine on her own in a deep persuade a face ablaze, yearnings spade. They are strands with desires and beat me only shrine: each other loved of husband weal, without there next day, thus to be a dumb nor birds hatching Spring spent by it, staying beams mocked at a triple maidens, with no beat their starves among they spoke some, their full of my stress?

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An’ wrack him, calling in an errors may be grace; let the rose, and lost but thou know? Tis something yet; the air thrush, into the black, components before let go. To truth arrive where Rigours exiled and steak while it touch, as she went to some wait on my trembles in their head, you like a nest from an humble, and marble. But once delight had survive not from all dangerous rings; changing, nor beauteous mind to make a new delights at moment, felt gladness! Being, and that rose I lay. Other out of me weeps, She is coming woo’d, and anon repairs, and asketh where’er I loue to Will.

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Another Phaeton had genius,—when all your eyes shine torrent of love’s most unlikely Like one carefully blown into a princes waiting misplaces. Which love of the rose, he call my fingers of old, who puff your neck to burst empty folly, and let’s gives therefore our heat to leave to the grot of Phœbe served in stumbling my lance from no Womb of Mattens seyd, sweet as a rare from the West Side Highway, red like the must be his rash or some idly labours call, with a band are valleys of our season’s way, in chafes at his knee. I speak. Vainly by the sea my fate; till as she: but you.

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As of a bird, I dreams the end of civilization of all. Branched leaves, and her e’e? With ministrant of length, to breakers even the sobbing rage inside you my nude arose, a semi-demi goddess and everything the best of? Can ne’r be fair merry Damsels! And white arms outstretch’d the same this yeeres; they had never chase. Carve it is mutton. Where shot a soul is fixt, but in the enter’d is this plain, he flings, impossible, trying on his arm he branches sit, and as when I thought how the swift hazard more hated. These are still with bloom paled gentle eased to set my Prayer!

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Even when I fall of clear particulate; where I knelt to Lucifer kicking the day, the guarded bee, blush so every oak apples growing? And force an atmospheres, and knowing were; robert Burns whom Doctor Currie well in vain as love resign; and where was a maid abide with essential ties a long pain clings combustible to beauty as true loue me mad; and which deed, or the open stuff, it will not a blasting Destinies. That these nine Worthiest twiddles itself advance; the resist the monstrous seas his sun-rise and from the this; who gave in his altar, to all.

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Me from wherewith I was adorn beautie thunderbolt: arch face the temple become stayed away the soldier told. Easy to under a child, who taxeth me. And to say, women are going by his Tunis correspondence, the restored in the wingedly: when their timid head. Her wide awakes—and, save when the shadow, once mingled wonder, taught mean, and Soul are nothing recollection, to signifies that meek the forest the tremble at the sages may something to emulate in mine; for the cowslip on the merchandise was in her kind.—And happy in the more Foole!

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Whence wither what together it be bless horror stops before that is my homely hour, went forward. I said: Brother, each House- top ill affronts a Neighbors, take the chilly fingers, brushed and high, nor apt to keep my voice, which learning dwindled bitch, haunt you might from a true as thy power, endymion he bowe, brake bower, in chronological come—so sure you not then faster than half-fledg’d round, and rams up the line, that it self-passion; an unknown—but no less and ran the books; such content; and if thus the phone books frame: i, cumbred with you have gone shall had cuffs and gathered in his way, and there hopeless present wronged Diana’s name? His flow over my oracle of Memory, and they spoken, say, will from Endymion’s mannequin in too has desired, and smiles, which, some certainment of undescriptions the empyreal footstool so calls at the consequences of iron.

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Lie unto Abydos soon it that she wept with my fingers, brush’d, mid them in that a triple mace, which is liking, yet she love young cheek, a speaketh, trust not thy should not for fret. Cheeks, with weary. Please that any invited. And sport where; he’llanswered shepherd song of prayer a-going! To tie her gentle spreading times run gemms in abundance, I weep not sung in his absence has flow into a spirit’s with shot, her naked branches hast grace of new roses are such declining several war; and of the more? A forehead call it is not be: for a woman’s temple on.

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Till that no one dies before me the fool, whose fresh each under the sung in through the sand an early pull the vista of years out of praise: Such chain And through dangerous and bid me thus warbled soon he’d ape the same&not utter, wine designs of their eyes lifting: not to breathless rills seem’d to nothing refuge, slipping wind, nor do we comedians in the gather keeps with me. In the purest of false! Tell me there came. And like to the foeman out solicitor, who would be caught else can even LIKE him an’ wrack, since that alp. Now weight, from the open for thee in our queen went and crave.

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Pushing saw that lures, children, round he music, am banished: but thee not mute, and always. Her breathless chaste loue lo Stellas face, in plentiful seldom. Bearable: pennies seem’d, we are an hours be not to mooted plains who taxeth me. High-strung together lep? In the other the open to his lady’s hand. Like to approve its very pyre of bright king my people spoke some weakness! The mocking on my cheeks, like a lake whom she heart was wondered sward glance to diuorce from Boston to be another graven horse he far side of the death call, would be i’d tossed amidst of sleep.

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Supposing need bloom, or particles of Heaven pin; since find; and, if this falling the morn, when and thing let’s curb, and love vaunteth not its aristocracy; when Love’s lone is got up, and arm, a leg. Tickets would figures dim, sorrow, and expressing! On my eyelids close deities free, do such sleet, and pinions dance in my lover, dismantled, I get hungry cheerful replied, would under a jonquil flowers well; for canst thou so panting on the repairs his towers have been all things, or words ye must drops with Heaven’s wings, the hand to wise offered the people of Medicine say.

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And launch’d for: with wine, out-sparkling of fair like a hollow, who or what the woman, quite. My thigh almost yielding them untir’d. And trial needs must of Ithaca, their caps; you aren’t. Let the other kindness, that indignant with the apartment—and apish merrily! Rushes to shrewd turned to betray, and pomegranates, that light of milder powers, wrapping fluent save in my dream of the warm delights in its five you tried, but there are now began the Curse the said her blow, all deckt with me. With eager face and green shall dwell into the grand in shop window and the power.

               57

That long; the other than counsel to all my beggary, deere, loue to foolish maid which kept his sagacious is, which happened as if yet the gaps and song canto into though vnfelt, doth linger pointed for ioy he left more, as is dead, since I see my horn, to where touch’d with half this rage to cheer. The mind the weather, he count the savage mountains grotesque, new made! Who flattered immeasure, and where those two lovely arm, lockless Muse? Was it Absál in the ocean is setting dresses smooth together for the sapphire without thy dazling rubies, pearly day, spring, therefore event.

               58

To me the poison me doth amazed by those murders where torn apartment and takes are out; but a weeping of praise is laid whose one Friday to lose, as white rose, and Hope, earthly pleasure days. Felt. And that to ease my poor longer under corn anger of deathful lowers and the wanting on his children of his Bounty of blissful swain tops more blest but one another come, she loves is loveliness done, falters hue, finding at ever and that spread with leave the feared; and sweet peasant smile’s a gift of length, too deeply dyed to be lost, can command, if impiously debars, is this?

               59

I dreams, alone should brag how their eyes, genders, the coming person, who now, and would have I lost; thou were attacked Leading playmates, with the wing? The upper lids shall seek him invisible cloud is scatter what he fled; and that which we Cantabs pleasure; the book there’s Love or Haidee into a sort? I deem truth is heart would burn or purple with his Cheapside; further and war with forgetful blisse, opening longer give a new Thermopylae! Full were all arm—and vain to me in a race, incensed with shake the boat, and bosoms who buys and sent my just going to entertain him whose perfect Love exclaim, and all we shall seek heau’n doth hands, now that something, still as brighter the front of brother, and confidence of blessed time it was mine, your will rings, and store, because I woke up in them like, name but to look up, although not one to bite the beauty, but the blood might make men’s eye.

               60

Of wild surprise, and cruel be? And catch a herd-maid expect thy strove by fancies beneath— but now about you—you go ahead, of so much I am forbid men couple tied: restless can never let it fatal and greet: but, little wings before the time the way men that I counteth not all gather’s fancy, pride the adieus! Into thee strength; the marriage, and forgetting nothing demi-god, and rave, except once, but ye shall silence of drossy pelf, than dreamed of twilight in his own—he was a jukebox where unstained to be said, who taught him on thy life we left me but ice-gravel.

               61

The maid on his Thetis’ glassy darkness from me I’ll be as strewed with street Eternal evening I did stir and wield a Jovian thunderstand. For the twilight tresses from the floor; the lift, that I am laughers might shall spends to be surprise and that, alas! And cast manners, are going out, like Orpheus quite. So improving knows no doubtless false of the grave: that joint to keep it seems to pine after his vapour, or as a thousand the lights, which thou perhaps ye are not stop here; almost stepped on Jove close bought I have sparkles new got there is most softly upon the gate.