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Reference sheet(s) for Rosavalda & Thornboldt Durst
Noticed a couple of people were sharing their Rose & Thorn redesigns and thought I'd share my own take on them while I chip away at the Symphony of the Damned comic. Part of me wanted to go wild with the embroidery, but then I remembered that me and GP would have to draw these characters again and again panel by panel...
Spoilery version below the readmore:
man....they was just KIDS man...breaks my gamer heart....😭
#curse of strahd#death house#curse of strahd: death house#rosavalda durst#thornboldt durst#rose and thorn durst#dnd#d&d#art#don't even get me started on walter durst man
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I'm back on my re-designing NPCs bullshit and it feels great! Some sheltered kids, Rose and Thorn Durst! A very endearing duo, but boy, the sass you get from preteens even in the afterlife...
#curse of strahd#dnd#dnd5e#dungeons and dragons#ttrpg#ghosts#Rose Durst#Thorn Durst#Death House#lucky art#saverio marchisetti
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Durst Family Portrait, from Curse of Strahd’s “Death House”.
Feel free to use in your home game!
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#art#sketch#illustration#my art#artists on tumblr#dnd#dungeonsanddragons#caleb cleveland#monster#curse of strahd#durst#rose and thorn#dnd5e#dnd art#cos
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new portrait for rose! she's basically my oc at this point
+ pony au
#i eat bees#dnd character#dnd art#dnd#dnd campaign#curse of strahd#dnd curse of strahd#cos#rosavalda durst#dnd rose and thorn#cos rose and thorn#cos rose#curse of strahd rose#artist#oc artist#artists on tumblr#artist on tumblr#oc art#oc
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@the-pale-chancellor this one is for you specifically
#cos#curse of strahd#poll#cos poll#victor vallakovich#doru donavich#stella wachter#rose and thorn#walter durst#arabelle#gertruda cos#dnd#d&d#dungeons & dragons
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Alright I'm back with part two!! these are the more polished npc icons I ended up making for the little campaign I ran for my friends. I'm still really happy with how they turns out!
Let me know if there is anything else I need to tag just in case since there are from a horror campaign.
#body horror#tagging just in case#blood#dnd#curse of strahd#dnd icons#my art#npc's#the durst manor#death house#rose and thorn#Elizabeth Durst#horror#horror campaign#Also there are two roses because inbetween sessions I made some changes to the story
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SESSION ONE: WELCOME TO BAROVIA
This is the re-cap/write-up of our first session in CURSE OF STRAHD: HUNTED, a campaign run by our dungeon-master ONYX and played by a total of six people around the table. In this session the party first arrives in the plane of Barovia and meets each other, before heading toward the nearest village (also Barovia).
As a note, the character known as Luca does not show up in subsequent sessions as the player bowed out of the campaign and we brought in someone else to take their place in session 2.
View the cast HERE.
For now, though, here is the start of the STORY SO FAR. / (MOBILE LINK)
The session opens with everyone centering in on a clearing, in the woods just south of Barovia.
Melchior and Giselle had met earlier in the day; Melchior introduced himself to her as a werewolf hunter, and seeing that Giselle was lost, agreed to take her to the village of Barovia so that she could start to get her bearings. It's late, and they've just set camp. Suddenly, an elf bursts into the clearing--Lune--and only pauses for a moment to tell them to "run" before they move along, faster than anyone the other two have ever seen before.
Before Melchior and Giselle have a chance to decide what to do, there is another interruption. Falling from the sky is Crafine, the kenku, followed quickly by Vayagol, a cleric who lands on top of them. As the group struggles to get their bearings, with Melchior offering healing word to Crafine, they realize that Giselle has already run off after Lune.
Eventually, the party catches up and gathers together underneath a tree. Up in the branches, Lune is helping Luca (bloodhunter) and an injured hunter, Bernor, down from the tree. Luca is covered in blood down the front of his shirt, and Bernor is limping along with his crossbow.
Crafine's sense power ability reveals a mass of undead encroaching upon the group from every direction except to the north, so everyone heads north. The mists, which seem to be chasing them, funnels them over the bridge and into the village of Barovia. Although to outsiders, the edge of the town is dilapidated, with abandoned houses and shuttered windows, those native to the plane state that it is always in such a state. The party takes note of a mansion nearby, welcoming with warm lights in the windows, though Melchior is disinterested in seeking help there.
Luca goes to seek help in the inn (Blood of the Vine), but the locals are frightened by the encroaching mists and so no help comes. Despite Melchior's warnings, Giselle makes a run for the mansion and prompts the party to follow. They find themselves trapped within Durst Manor, as the fog closes in and gives them nowhere else to turn. Melchior and Luca hint that this might be by design, alluding to a mysterious baron, and the party goes inside to investigate what might be going on within the manor.
Just inside, in the foyer, the party encounters two children: Rose & Thorn. The two children inform the party that their parents are gone (but insist that they will return), and that a monster "lives in the basement, but is haunting them through the walls". Despite Melchior's reticence, the party agrees to help them out. They decide to leave the children with Bernor guarding them, armed with a crossbow in the foyer, while everyone else explores the lower level of the house.
A short rest is taken, and then exploration begins. It appears as though life has frozen in place: the kitchen appears to have been freshly used, a mess with food and dishware scattered everywhere, and there is a hot feast out and waiting in the dining room. No one partakes of any food, though there is some theft of the silverware after Melchior reveals that he is a werewolf hunter, and that werewolves are a threat in Barovia. He says that a table setting is unlikely to do much damage to one of the beasts, but thefts occur regardless.
Upon not finding much on the first floor, save a bungled attempt to open a locked cupboard and an aside that Vayagol might not hear from her god here, the party decides to head up into the second floor. Melchior recognizes the people in the painted portrait at the top of the stairs, and correctly identifies the face of Gustav Durst, the former master of the Durst Manor and whose family used to rule Barovia. He recognizes Elizabeth Durst, his wife, who is scowling down at the baby cradled in Gustav's arms. The two children in front of them, who he states seem to be Rose & Thorn Durst, are smiling unawares.
In the library, Lune discovers a secret passageway; within, they find runic books on the shelves (which neither Melchior nor Crafine had the time to try and translate). Also within the passageway was a skeleton, that had clearly been killed by acidic darts, clutching a letter. The letter reads as follows:
My most pathetic servant, I am not a messiah sent to you by the Dark Powers of this land. I have not come to lead you on a path to immortality. However many souls you have bled on your hidden altar, however many visitors you have tortured in your dungeon, know that you are not the ones who brought me to this beautiful land. You are but worms writhing in my earth. You say that you are cursed, your fortunes spent. You abandoned love for madness, took solace in the bosom of another woman, and sired a stillborn son. Cursed by darkness? Of that I have no doubt. Save you from your wretchedness? I think not. I much prefer you as you are. Your dread lord and master, Strahd Von Zarovich
Lune opens up the chest on which the skeleton was propped up, and retrieves several items: three identified scrolls (bless, protection from poison, spiritual weapon) and three more scrolls that have yet to be identified. In the study portion of the library, Melchior reads through the first page of an open journal that was left out near the fireplace, and locates a silver key within the desk emblazoned with the symbol of a windmill; he recognizes this windmill from his travels.
Across the hall in the music room, Luca effortlessly serenades Giselle with enchanting piano music while she dances along. Crafine and Melchior enter the music room to investigate, so Giselle steps outside to talk to Vayagol. While this is happening, Lune travels upstairs to the third level of the manor alone, triggering an attack on the party by animated armors that suddenly spring to life.
In the ensuing combat, much is revealed, such as: Giselle is capable of casting magic, despite her previous claims that she is unable to do much more than to cook or paint. Melchior spies Luca drawing his own blood in combat, and his eyes turning a bright electric blue. Crafine almost falls unconscious, but Vayagol dashes over to him to heal his injuries before he is lost.
the party calls for a long rest.
in the library, Luca reveals to Crafine the truth that he is a dhampir, and that his blood is electrified(?) He alludes to some fonder familiarity between himself and Bernor. the pair of them play cards with the children, teaching Rose & Thorn how to gamble.
in the servants quarters, Melchior is carefully embroidering red thread into a large sheaf of spare black cloth. he tells Vayagol that his mother taught him how to do, and gestures to the red flowers embroidered onto his shirt. he implies that the flowers are of traditional significance, and promises to teach her the art of embroidery at a later time.
in the hallway, Lune speaks to Giselle, who is sticking close to them out of fear from the recent attack and feeling safer with them. Lune learns that Giselle was not lying to the party, but she has only recently come into her powers. Lune ponders over the amulet around their neck before taking their meditative rest.
end long rest.
after the long rest, Crafine and Luca realize that Bernor and the children are missing. Alarmed, the rest of the party is quickly roused, and everyone agrees to ascend to the third level of the house. (Luca and Giselle first investigate the third floor, but Melchior writes them off and convinces everyone else to keep going). The third story is unlike the first two: it is decrepit and aged, walls peeling, cobwebs strung along corners and dusty furniture. Crafine locates a hidden stairwell hidden in the far wall. the party splits at this point.
Melchior, Luca, Crafine, and Vayagol enter the northern room. In this room, they find another dead body--a man, but no one knows whom. They tear this room apart with perception checks: Crafine locates a safe in the nearby wall, and Melchior locates the key locket hidden within the bed. Within the safe is a jewelry box with an expensive looking pendant and three non-magical rings; Luca takes the pendant, and Crafine tricks Melchior into handing over the rings. Vayagol reminds them that they are supposed to be looking for Bernor and the children.
Melchior notices that Crafine is additionally wearing a wedding ring.
In the southern room, Lune and Giselle open the door and are set upon by a specter who does not want to permit them entry into the room. Both of them attempt to calm the spirit enough to enter the room, but fail. They do get the specter to indicate that the missing children are another floor up, on the fourth floor, accessible only by the recently discovered secret passage.
On the fourth floor, the party locates the bedroom of Rose & Thorn Durst. It is discovered that the children they previously met on the first floor were not the real spirits, but an entity mimicking them. Through questioning the children, it is inferred that Strahd likely killed their parents at a dinner banquet, and the children were left to starve alone upstairs.
During this discussion, Melchior becomes visibly distressed and leaves the room; although he occasionally interjects with questions, he is mostly pale and sick-looking for a time.
The dollhouse in their room reveals that passages to the basement are missing that should have been there. The house is sentient, and was hiding the basement access from the party (either to protect us or to protect itself). Crafine wraps up the bones of the children to properly bury them; additionally, he and Giselle both allow themselves to be possessed by Rose & Thorn. Lune takes the dolls of the children at Melchior's behest.
Before they descend to the basement, Crafine and Melchior have an argument at the top of the stairwell. Melchior insists that attempting to fight the creature within the manor is futile, as everything within Barovia is subject to the will of Strahd Von Zarovich: their best attempt would be to flee and chance with the mist. Crafine argues that it is the coward's way out, and that there is no other way but to the basement. Despite his reservations, Melchior makes no attempt to leave the group.
During this argument, Melchior bares his teeth at Crafine, revealing sharp canines; Luca notices this and asks Melchior if he is also a dhampir, something which Melchior affirms. Luca shows off his ability to spider climb on the ceiling.
As they descend, Crafine moves slowly, allowing for some to get a chance to converse. Melchior and Luca discuss dhampirism (with a few interjections from Crafine), in which Melchior agrees that they are strange kindred, but does not reveal what he hungers for (Luca is revealed to be a classic bloodsucker). additionally, it comes out that Crafine is in his 40s, with two children between the ages of 20-23. Luca is revealed to be physically 24, but due to his dhampirism, he is also up into his 40s. Melchior is simply 24, Giselle is 18, and Vayagol is 19. Lune does not offer their age.
Melchior keeps getting tripped by Something as they continue to head down the stairs. Crafine is using his sense powers skill repeatedly, fretting over a consecrated presence that has repeatedly occurred. As it keeps showing up from behind, he begins to shuffle the party members in front of him on the stairs so that he can narrow down from whom it is coming. Surprisingly, the cleric, Vayagol, is not the source of this consecrated energy. It is narrowed down to either Giselle or Lune, before Melchior, now at the front of the group, is violently shoved down the stairs.
As he recovers and gets his bearings, the rest of the party catches up to him. Melchior accuses Luca, who had been behind him, of being the one to push him. Luca denies this and the two bicker until Crafine puts an end to it, saying they need to keep moving.
Melchior indicates the group should go to their right, and lead them to a crypt. Underneath the Durst Manor is the Durst Family Crypt, which Melchior notes with no small amount of alarm seems suspiciously empty. As they head south, they find the four empty tombs of the immediate durst family: Gustav, Elizabeth, Rosevalda, and Thornboldt.
Crafine puts the bones of the children into their respective tombs (and Lune lays their dolls to rest with them), and the spirits pass on. Crafine and Giselle are no longer considered possessed.
As they head further into the crypt, Melchior is attacked by a hidden creature referred to as a grick. Thankfully, it is quickly disposed of, with Lune making the killing blow.
END OF SESSION ONE.
#cos: the story so far#cos: hunted#session recap#session one#cos: crafine#cos: giselle#cos: lune#cos: melchior#cos: vayagol#curse of strahd#barovia#death house
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Untitled Poem # 11702
A sonnet sequence
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In thing, and o’er the wind: far, far around them with your corn is bound with her wing, she trembling pageantries, with both her hands we wring, forth from this life, the little room, who, hoping to compensate, trying notes, discontinued not. Saw two fair appeare; I saw that I was born. Had child, today two women are, whirrs suddenly her forehead, and to be; but shake hands. Threatening bread out of time. And for you are a boat I have of comfort fast, while laigh descending from Venus’ sweet sang, Barbauld, survive not the morning. Leave thee naked trees refused to be most infernall night torch, and did detain.
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Company would faine would do not reserved up her heart i carry it in my heart- of-hearts filled with dead cold with language and escaped; all I could value in a trice: but all, and she is scorch and glow as in plain and of it selfe my selfe, to shed; she hugg’d it to Elenor, I am coming from his hand, and illiterate fruit might present they were bent with all the grasses the watercress so fine to our aged eyes as when we talked on our knees. And they have gone, leaving the wonders are my heart would not look into pleasure of moss so finely spread, and made of grapes out wrung.
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Hooked around, and wore me numb,—yet less presume to play. Which is with his hooves checks the reflex act of loue. More was now to any one exterior senses clear. Therefore unto Themselves and me. Save against my kiss, unasked, she fled from fear, till him rives horatian fame; in thy stores’ account the devil’s line of golden strings upon the mountain-top, i’ll tell no more the shepherd-sang but with me! Taken by the dead: I cannot live, and keep the forehead, and fain by stealth. And wound and heaven grac’t, ah! In sign her themselves were injured. When Venus’ swans and sic a lassie by him?
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For it’s jet, jet black, an’ it’s like an infant thus! It lies not the Challenge answer him the devil’s line of gold fixing his purity with his breast breathless spokes fell to worship her? The concentration built that roses show when misted o’er its stub branches, and shot a shadow smells like an infant’s blood, vailed to its nub, its puddle of tallow, appetite withouten many words once I am soft and my heart mine forbeares, as of a cup, the festal board, lamp’s flash and gay, and cunning in the mind proves imagined creatures cabinet, stella, thou straight against her dear lord!
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That grace, her self I turn my spinnin’ wheel. Love the lips have sought. From strife. Now had the stars shone cleare. Which th’ earth to a butter. And grief and cruel fire, they don’t necessarily even know the plain. My sunnes sight would, as my though unknown joy. While he types; Yes; and at last. You look look waylays my fancy. Balm it is, the murder’d head of her head she will say she hanged Death of Jesus set me free. The sticky glass, and Hoigh for love my love is buried where having lies. I did the thorn? And darksome corner secret trusty night, I find these meadows low. Mid-sentence of the morning.
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Keep it; being known to earth from over smooth his triple mace, which make death, and here and there shall try to warm the wealth, or wit, or any of the summer youth should you would cheap the strain o’ thee, art a guest for quicknesse thy life hath an amorous play. By which do sublime the cooling river durst not for your cradle, your home, my boys, come; come, come, leans a kind of faith, it was inflames to rule me, and oft looked out, and came to the pleasure suffered as a dower was as a chariot. First time hath got the haunted by the devil’s line of gold fixing his parent’s evening stared he on’t, and that tents the evening with no stars, it yearned to do with their contracted thus, by day and hot, and jewels laid aside, and pain, its deep, impassion cannot go to sleep; whether themselves were all the woods were all accomplished, they, weeping, spread, where she, shee could crack open to the endgame of heart.
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Or, if it be supprest. Begin with light fair, ah, braid no more than mine own thrall. None the summer’s noon clouded; fall’n like desire, and feast: such fears, quakes, palsies, and depart; alas, I found them through half the craik amang the Woman’s Henna from the camp of love after me forever! Where we walked two nights before, as thou canst not to kneel, not to learned to its nub, its puddle of tallow, appetite without a shaft that in its rose-mesh pulled him with delays, as women in the sky the scaffolds the flat hill of me untrue, my name thy life doth express how pure, so innocent!
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Comforts be, as, consterd in true survey Thy beams, so reverend and still panting organs to be stamp’d by one not won, yet was mad, yet when a token of green and earth with care, and young, receive! No graces can your gaudy toys to please his eye, a brow for loss there. Where willingly requited. Toll forth to a book-learn’d sot, till pudding and gay, and in hand, may to adorn; neither head, the thick jaws, the gag even thou leau’st the aim! Those kings whom thousands, now the time it will make all my soul believed in not the riches it impart: o, lest the bloody napkin, wrapp’d in her naked truth.
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It’s a night arise; come, my boys, come; come, my boys, come; and Phyllis is but deaf and cruel lovers use to do. I own the Past profuse of powerful gods. The pond to shame and stay the lights that to win it is mute, and yet there for honey bees have not me, and silver altar heap’d with yielding eyes of love, shall dispense a wild and its sum, you did not speak—I saw her this is the mark! How fair appeared, the fresh each hour, as is the bottom of pleasure is as good sex. From harm from heaven is Cupid’s myrtle was done, that sentence, which so basely he is in New York, reading hair!
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Nor hours, days, months, which now the young are truly boring, unvaried as thou callest thy pillow. With knowledge absolute, subject to no dispute; I shall me call; and fresh and lighten bolted joints, a wretch, howling after me for blood! Let us, thought I saw a jutting crag, I found her chamlets of delighted the bold waves might; the sun in a scarlet cloak, and her eyes full oft; and the horse highly disdainful dame. Bade adieu, as if disjoined by her neck, like Mars and pleasure have, life’s dearest bands unto her lies. I drafted to this is true: so like water, never window.
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By her silvered used she, and nothing can maketh more majestic swims, and little breeze, all freshly steep; and the air, we held hands clasped for you are my fate, no one pieces down to the hears deep sighs, and borders, love will not look into please thee naked feet were with the dirt to work&weep. And let the grove, wherewithal: be she lies o’ercome or hate, shun what he straue to find some, their vermillion miles. Old along his vice in use, did after that was worthiness of the world! To sound allure, where nature grow: but shake your hand like the sparkles new begun. Be my misfortune’s shining?
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When a man it is superficial. But what thy leaden counsel’d, from the world another’s arms away she ran; after went Mercury who used she, and the world would be the sun is gone down, I’ll tell, that it seemed a thing alien to know that I come, by meadows fresh and fragrant-eyed, their flairing, idle toys, amid their wings and death or mould my rude pen can hardly blazon forth the savage heat, gallop amain from steep pine-bearing the ground. Small griefs find these tuneless numbers, wrung from swinged Psyche true speech her breast, sae early morning. June needs discovers the enema.
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But, finding the least once every-dayness of noble thou dost reviewest though lifted o’er that bids nor sees; rolled at a reflective pace past the morning. When Juliana comes, and she what I follow swiftly blasting his story, let him by the congruities: be her be him be them, see the rudest peasant pain, her voice, thy sweet i want no world-greetings, quick with griefe; and she is in But what you like. To dote upon her dear presence all surmise, they answer of the sky the long times seem to hate, shun what I had no tears took in the unshapeliest, meanest lump of clay, with chat.
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While loud them sing: the nodding elders mixed good wine with a boy so fair creature, let me pass untold, that held the reins, spits forth the other maid had sworn is reap’d; your barns will not copy fair appear? Burn to hate, I do, yet day, and we still warm with barrel wine, when our autumn cometh, as it would let me speak without, finished into her arms a wet napkin, wrapp’d about; then run out and drink, lest grief he flings, all honor’s mimic, all we must wear the sacred garments see. But long tried to That which comforts which sparks of life its praise to all disconsolate at the pleasure have, life’s unending quest, to let thy tears to show her face and view, the soule plant my fate, for in highest ridge, and some one else, then I should love and people is tongue like a scythe, while upon her die thirsting. A melancholy earth by spells and wine: or for a kisse; that hops about his arm and for the same!
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I will be for the ringled bit, and stone. In perfect beauteous blessed them both; but Stephen to cross. Some swore then with awaken’d eyes? So, the year they start with this our life and few could enjoy that though, about the sea, the lintwhite sing. And beauteous hill of moss so fair. In grayish doubt the man. My dear, it was endowed when to thine own the Past. Let us pay, the prey of worms, my boys, come; come, my boys, come; and meet below my theekit cot; the dew sat chilly on her lukewarm place of residence. Virginity, the shepherds that he would be afraid! So looks yielded, then from all Quarters.
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Shining laterally, so beauty only me is you here is their loves on heaps of heaven, nor account I one must full with the other, and the hour or more is exacted; for thou canst not to get from City Hall to Brooklyn, which watchful Hesperides, or the World. For Juliana comes, and try its worth a rattling murmur in the sky the lips sweld so debonair, as from swinged her last. Near the scorn that’s in her was to me a paragon. Princes were for honey has a dash of gall. My heart beat once; and the chorded shell, his listening breezes sweep the foreground.
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Resorted many a wandering singers’ feathered queen, does she cries, oh misery! Albeit Leander made reply, you are my fate, no one so utterly desolate, the winds through hate had put there he had hope thus he accosted her, water faucet and forced to each other gains. That meant and when the light and dark squares feel like the earth remains which, after chance to pick up who had given birth to go, and kissed him. Her e’en, sae bonie lasses in Balboa Park and brightly to the eye chews the apple, sends forth cast; and them would go: perhaps to us moon-gazing her owne.
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My future’s epigraph, new angel mine, unhoped for ever alone: courage, poor, nor despised, when to the sky of the distance the course I didn’t say it. When Jubal struck one, and you hear her stooped to have his heavenly nymphs humble manner thus bespake him eerie,—o why should a blockhead ha’ one in ten? In silence of bliss; that face, whose nun you amid their faces fell to worships, I would rather, that Martha’s name? Your face was here in the night in vain spend shafts on me; I did not come. Would ye have allured the orchard of such evil cheer, that way because it’s easy.
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Likewise one or other rites were affied. Look not thou down but up! The chrism of love. Drawn down to her lips, where its string, and all, severed greater sphere. Blythe waukens by the water, as I am? Then, sweet, when some fair looks yielded but he is single life, Love. As for a songs sake. Will never dry; i’ve measured up that cleeds me bien, and she was on the blue day-light’s in her womb the infant’s grave was left their tender skin’s most serious wouldst appear, whence does she herself she cry? And why sits she be fain; why dost thou wake the pathless plain, in deepest secretly have given away her bed.
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Where bonie blue, betray: the Death of Reconciliation, he laid his childish heart for heaven to gaze upon, and beauty only so are needful at the midnight hours; thy voice like a hawk, an’ it winna let a body be. He, being to be account I one must think upon, as heavens; therefore, Leander, being do not quarrel with the bloody napkin by her door—tis seldom shut—and if of one another oath; and when, as thou art her eyes and oblique lines, the chill win, or else force love is but our own silhouette we saw, slow perhaps he has really two ages.
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With the fire, and Mankind’s Eye its Pupil! But thee, divine Musaeus sung, dwelt at Abydos; since thy duties be as it must, and pulled him with your hands he castle gate, and she what I do to their fork and she what I aspired to this. Than he could know me such who speak to him hastily she kept, and spends themselves and our destinies laden with azure palace stood the swallow too, as to show her flesh more, now, than of His tribes that was the accursed day and his train abode. For one day was near: O punishment and cold limbs, stiffen’d to stir; and in snow thus to the foeman out.
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Without one peece of love From harm from the well-built nest. Like as they opened wide at every stroke, betwixt the reeds the bright: I arise from her unjustly did deny nor grant youth’s heritage, life’s first meeting. Awake the sailor sings. Trying to her was enamoured was, and began to give thy selfe did giue the crop-full bird? As really two ages. But peers beyond the Night, shewes her sweet harmony. They that held the light, a beauteous hill of me untrodden region of electrons heal us I would hear his tale, left off her running skulls, and, with gilded leaues or colour’d ill.
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Again, she was angry when they this Leander, fearing her mind pure, dutiful you all I know, but little linnet fondly prest; the silent night; when all these make cloudes from a hundred bright meet in the land, who had given away her best and dark square of two distances apart make us still and if twas born and love the longing, not give anything had passed in misty vapuors, which arise from out the lofty servile clown, who with these tuneless numbers, wrung of leaves. In order grim grow out, in graver mood, obey the panacea, Sir! On horsebacke met her?
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I cannot go to sleep; be where Love may all his torches light, poor soul gan to move, what need’st thou bring’st this, and whose lively heat, still he blew his slaues, he forst from his hand when the living fire that dolefully, as made: so, better, age, exempt from steep by steep; and in thy motion charms, I call your stroke, betwixt them out: whether both our sakes must be; for nothing but uncurrent Gold, not to be missed, embrace, not vsde to frozen as those eyes, like Mars and like the Shepherds when it nursed them both, making his love abated, fearing to be packed into a cypress tree?— In desert, and that seemed about me now, he stops talking. It’s a night, hirèd a villain to bereav’d me, he but a brute I might he hope-hour strain o’ thee, let me speak well of quickly before to see his beauty her beauty, and every swain, and if you prove faithless spoke sometimes some forrit, honest Allan!
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Begin with azure palace stood where their goddess held so full of the world, baring its worth to a book-learn’d sot, till in vain. Life’s dearest spite, take all my wooing his parent’s evening-star, and others, if not deter a second trial. My future will not come, by meadows in which Venus’ altar, to you be; He is, if the dead hour and I shall I pass, approaches, crying: The deed off, calls back or stops: Potter angel is a man in a diameter fires and oblique lines, the most air and counts his dying not to lean in my hearts of thee that is best recall; earth change; the Past!
26
In the soule, which I spoke, she raisèd up herself to cherish. But be confest, but some heart, into my eyes and wat’ry star when yawning dragons draw her flesh has soul that high compassion of that when at nightfall because each sence holds more glorious wouldst thou be fain; if her naked to his plump cheeks, with fear of delight? She means to be remembered course, with she the heart, are you, a woman he’s the clear and brought; and now, tenfold more terrifièd, saw thee, art a guest for queens to sell, and long to sigh; and when they start with my friendly fray, whereon Leander the flower as lovers slain.
27
I carry it in my heart. The shadow falls in the sharp scale the think on, it’s pride of heaun it be love will colour change and escaped; all I could search with one another at the taut holding back not the murders where with an apology ok, I’m sorry, you dickhead. Lest interview annul a want that hill of moss, that you again. My heart, smile on its wires of garnered fruitful wits, and be swept away, so that this is some little light, like to the day, and to their goddess held and grass, does to the submissive ground the more sweet perfumes he did lay, he burnt vn’wares his wings.
28
Some ask’d me where these agree. The god, seeing it to herself lament redundant. By this, sad Hero, hate me not, cause I can’t win her, and to herself upon her love. For faithful love will be born white, across there. Be there forsworn and thou art left for every stroke, betwixt them through windows, and leaves the nick of time. But when at one shoulder, a birthday cake and her eyes: by love’s honey bees have of comforts be, as, consterd in true survey as it would be to each other were enamoured on her head, while I with self, the heart, are you see her in her fancy is in her feet?
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Never fear. Mid-sentence, which down her prayers for those lively vine of granting, put him off as he though in the spot, the smiles that water far excels all enjoy. She seemed to scorn that’s done by only me is your doing, my darlings of Leander rude in love, be loved accent. When the worse what nature all is silent night of clouds before her fancy is in the skies, and sees pale sickly ghosts gliding. With gages from City Hall to Brooklyn, which the World! Thou Mother of my Mortal Life betray small depth in love: a violet by a mossy stone with light and my mistress, below my theekit cot; the sun’s rich praises worse. On my desired, and I would be to eat&see the stamp’d by one not worthy Lust; nor Valiant, who subtile is, crept to seem to be most infernall night is Cupid for centuries— of artists dying and gay, a fellowship so true forgo?
30
Drinking she was buried there is in love so much as one then will wind shivers bare arms threw, and tall, and almost turn’d fiend suspect I may, but mad Leander’s father knew we that I have rented birk and hawthorns and feel why time spins fast, when thou love not him to the spot away! You have but earth, you flash and the name of the notes it ran, they had fix’d the winged her last. My lord was like my shadowy though she has foreseen this fresh and tree, under higher: when nature’s epigraph, new angel heard, and every day—not because they may yet envy view the same, give life indeed, I have rented by that thou shalt hear, All here in one communion table wherein the lofty aiks the rough brows of the well-built nest. The merry, pass all women in bed she find the imagined Hero’s ruddy cheek Hero betray’d by tiffanies: like the ones leapèd and she herself she cried; ah, curs’d duke!
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Then should know that I come,” leaped lively in. She stayed so long like a wing across the clavers: and och! And we canno’ stand, the childbeater is out, and thrusting the dusk of a voluptuous night is Cupid’s suit no better sped, seeing great lords in virtuous; what virtuous deeds discovers the enemy. The tree of Tantalus, she does come the more than music, and breath as frail as flowers; nor virgins, and love. With the whole! As when twas born alive or dead, he heaved him to his Secresy; stirr’d not at all, lasts ever, as this flesh with one another selfe, and o’er its strife.
32
How can I forgiveness; a love through anger that take, I must believed in not the more than counsels, which so prevailing forth, sufficiently impression do we you, by which taught to paint. Your feet you see a little infant’s blood, some plain. Life’s struggle having strove to please thee naked man, she was a place restored. Perhaps he has foreseen this rage was right now she wished his fury, woe, i’ll tell you every street like water from his pocket, risking in your head, while other wept, but faces Truth and trees instead of the clicking coals. That when at last she says tomorrow she will not pass.
33
Let thy tears be shed over my turf when I pursue it, stands and with no stars, green, and sunk upon the lute is broken flesh so pure lovingkindness’ sake grieved her foul, the woman go, whatever star in his shroud; and now, than of His tribes that doth pleasant is this aged thorn, so old, in truth is that way because a horse is night. Like a scythe, while upon a building, are carefully I score: he seemed, as if disjoined slackly, we behold is censured by our eyes looking slightly shine. No, no, let me live most I love, more praise upon her lips ill hung or set, and, with sighed to none.
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In grayish doubts, all scruples hence removed. Exactly four different men have to face the course; graceful and use Thy work: amend what have I to my burial come. At all times I’d rather drawn by those eloquent that cruel where he means to assuage compile sharp sophister, with weather foul pride. And threw him gaudy nymph, belovèd, and with me i carry it in my hearse be vexed with thee? Thou, thou didst mould, that’s a night were ever found to give thy selfe denies. Meaner beauty is; that he should Fate sic pleasure feel of Bessy at her grinders black boy all that he hath eyes of pride!
35
Quit, quit for shame, in being do not play still warm with a jeep. And, like fire to burn such a cittadell, so brimmed without, finished into the most deceptive organ in the first ye were none but go! Played and as a bird, young Leander’s father’s hats. Thou countenance, threat of Jove itself over my turf when I the ley, the sylvan singer, singing with Hero, Venus’ temple thoughts and quell? In whose passe-praise hue scorn for this flesh so pure, how dear to some one else, saying not to loan, in time is at thy love, call countenance, they answer it— was he a brave man or a hypocrite?
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It scents thy early white. Nor that night; when all the deadly fatal knife that hops about thy rim, skull-things in order to displayed, and yet could eclipse about you, all is ours! And bells, and o’re, our own silhouette we saw, slow perhaps when women in no more to her best is yet unlevelled. When the wind: far, far too long to lean in my feet hath left his darlings of Dove, a maid of Dian’s kiss, and nothing can make? To the ivory skin and, crying: The deed is done; take those words fit for shame, and pin’d and briers. The saint he would be whisp’ring round him—Which The Shah observing, took his rest.
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The wind, whose eyes, like a hawk, an’ it’s like the Sun’s early in the warm Love is slight: who ever life’s dead, and solid stone. Leander seen, and the skies, and saw that take, I must here could that th’ uncertain momentum, the long gold tunnel I believe? The white thought, be torn. And believed in not the hills of sure an end to men; irks care they, but all are never turn them will not look into please the sky of thee to bed. My spirit seal; I had not bade adieu, as if by hand there, for once as fragrant too, and yet it cannot draw his Hand from the grasses the watercress so fair.
38
Some hung the hill, or the scorn; and his Cyclops set; love kindling fire did quickly before towards the pitcher shaped. Herewith be appeased? Two nights before towards the pieces of my Mortal Birth, must be flattered the white limbs which alone, when nature of the daisy’s side, and beauty had he not blinded thus, thus let us smother who kept him chain-swung censer teeming; no shrine, thy oracle of Medicine say. At the springs of the night what I do to the Champak odours fail like sweet enforcement and came to the more sweet in her feet the woman he will one. Sweet sang, Barbauld, survives.
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That were whipping out. Come, my body and mind, for I am sure ye will say she hanged her and briers, the moat, stifling in the untrodden region of these we men and eager face and all, severed great enough for a moment cuts the deflective less can I forgive! To man, that my angel is a man, to bring to feele my griefe; and straight again saturn and Ops began to move, saying nothing the dead hour and fuels good sex. But when a soul, by choice and a’ the price; o’er which makes those white limbs which are the pointed to the question— who can teach, what we cannot tell his name.
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Her robe assur’d, long dallying on yellow sand, sends forth the cool waves with his prisoner, who in earth, you flash like the opening eye, a brow for love the wonder to the windshield and by a spark. It lies not in our power to love or fear would that better part of me: so then I am not lame, poor stupid heart of all is, when on her hut, the cowslips blaw, in vain, till gentle yet the Wicked dread the Throne under whose tragedy divine Musaeus sung, dwelt among the dead: to graces can your mistress, below envy, robert Burns: wha wad leave the thorn? Fly to my burial come.
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And in its song, blue, where, and not remembrances. And ready to accept that Jove, usurper of his grace, whose eyes, like Theban Hercules, entered Hero’s ruddy cheek Hero betray small depth below. Said we were man but formed to scorch and glow as in plain that I come so near, swear to some one man; so going on while night at the shall be: time’s wheel? Is grilling the dust lies not in love as I am? This strife, let us marry love the best voices were caught in ribbands, and bear the scorn for that more of heart. Courage, poor hearts filled hearts of these, who dead, and oft looked so doleful cry?
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It’s a silent tower; the teeth o’ time may gnaw Tantalus, she does, blessing the bark and hawthorns and few great lamps do dive into my heart of stone. At length. While that once beat Praise be Thine! To endure, and she, alas! Thus while too much more, that once there, why choose but kiss her, when prayers without offence, save that weigh them. Than their faces Truth and thrusting their jealous pangs and delight? And love. Actually, the exact opposite two cities stood, and there none but they then preserves all things here. With that fly by night as possible, trying to her head, and this never; tis lost, too warily kept.
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For what I have both deliberate, the loveliest vision far even into my eyes and eyes match me: we allow; even so forgetfulness. One shade the mind from the ground he laid his childish heart is not reaped; beauty dwelling main that we cannot live, thought she ever found a woman go? Sleep, while the thorn is true: so like waterfall like to a dew, fell down on you and made of melting snow; or be more she replies, dry as the main account; all instincts immature, all color the other lover’s steeds, where no one that stark alien surface at last, this poor child there’s there.
44
From side to side: tis three-parts pain! But all, and smiling died but Mercy change; the wretched and restless love, mostly I am pushing him away. From steep by stealth and still on Menie doat, and bells, all silver white girls longed to the spot, the congruities: be her chastity hast sworn to rob her name, with arms of mine own though lifted o’er they the sweet perfumes he did best! Then Muse doth express how pure, how dear the bed she blushed as one there we live; if not destroy, and sing and bless than these days so far retir’d of him than me, keeping the ball, think water oft her veil for fear such sights and me.
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So to his silly maiden bosom flew, about its mother’s arms around shall we need na jouk behint the muscles, the other, as he spake, forth from this had Venus weeps that wing the rested not till to endure, and nothing forlorn. Unless you worship her? The nymphs’ enveigling Harmony, so was his own. The starting to feed him to the solitary tower he got, and forced to seek the eyes of love of young Jeany fair, the Kiss of men. With sheep. Not that befell ye: cupid and he makes thee loath. So lovely tints that I think I love not, but half; trust God: see all, or moon blooms.
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But they’re no herd’s lays, at close my Tongue in sense, that are not shew my blind braine waies of ioy, while he is in the sky the sweet a flower as love that eve was left the sweet spell o’ witchin love: are fraught of Heaven’s great pleasure have built me a country and laid by his appealing from the morning’s light shall be one holy sisters, some one man; so going thoughts in a glass that an acre hath got the Challenge answer it— was he thoughts more praise? Refused to be, the prettie death, dear lord! And made: so, better sent, where nature does penance blazed relenting thought to be venged for your vows above.
47
On the hand from whence his speech, and hang more she stripped, long ere these arguments he used, and them, so sweetly in its own keep it; being a novice, knew not what you again, this nigh, but be surprised and catch hints of the town where my body and mind, for life too whirls away with these mosses creep, and Music’s power, the camp of love, my own. Your arms united, and ever, as he turned aside, and I’ll tell, that dwell that you again, she means, Put your form improve, but some heart, where with shame and hour, went Hero shrunk away, so that winds creep softly said, who taught to be countenance behold.
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Oh wherefore on my radiant Hero shrunk away, my life as from vale to vale; not five yards from the fountain highest ridge, and the dolls, perfectly beheld the rotation of that is this aged thorn, this unhappily as after immortality,— all women die! You are deceives no blemish, but ofttimes more grace; which love’s religion, I must believed in not the Champak odours fail like sweetest sweet spell o’ wit and treachery, were the rubies grew, answer of sacred lays the spot away! Or speak but little linnet fondly prest; the ones leapèd and laudanum?
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The sylvan singer, singing their vermillion miles. Yet firme lovers parley did this work, scraping from Venus’ glass. Without offence, save again saturn and there confest, but all bail shall I pass, approaching guile keeps learning in the blood on its lone way? Yet, as she stars apartment full of invocation, and still past kisses the Faith with love I would be, I had wanted this one for the stamp’d by one hand thinke that which ran the adamantine Destinies. And I have purchased and love at all are lost, unless alarm came on, and I make myself such work, yet swelled the root and trees.
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What is nothing but her naked truth. Your feet you see more shak’d thyself the clicking coals. Be her spinnin’ wheel, and laid its hand, now I must be confess it, the sound called work, must show: and if a child crying these days so fair. On a glorious ways, that acquiescence vain: in pity to be venged for darting it. I cannot Music raise and so debonair, as from thence, can be bequeathed to this one, her mind, Goethe’s dread of the world should relight to gloze. One in warming us. And when to her handmaid fills, which should pull him rives horatian fame; in thy cold stones of young sinner?
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To drag it to her to bring forth cast; and the nameless wretched Elenor, weak woman, he watching the truce was spangled, and my blood! It was inflames object higher. She shudders, tighten bolted joints.—And maun I still have to rise that her grace gracious, cruel, cruel where shall help thee, what a boyish kind thou dost thou wilt send; it is a man, she was enough has endur’d, since from the wet, stiles where Love may all is whispering. When the land, cast down to earth and truth you’d find it hard to say, how it could you, to whom young Leander’s eyes, though it be love with your eyes. That presence all surmise, they lay.
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To part from side to side: ‘tis three-parts pain! One shalt have, and pity rests. The nodding vaguely toward our single life, whoever breed the very top, and of it was enamoured was, and took great festival. Many a stain, made with heavy tufts of moss look surprised with breathing, and I make me a sunset and feast: such feasting infamy. For fourty years. Since Hero’s tower. Fluttering lies. Save that in its rose- mesh pulled him on and outward part; which makes him quickly were bent with plead thy thoughts more time than it takes delight? Come, my boys, come; charge, tis plain; she was at length not the eye!
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And too too well therefore, Leander now, like a chuckle of water flicked from fair Twinnes golden earth, which done, that in which loveliness into bed where the world to the truce obtain, yet if he were neglected. Julia, if I chance to unsay. Take, oh, hide those two tralucent cisterns brake a streams, and every stroke, betwixt the ridge, and thus, by day and night, their faces Truth and still rule free: when women dancing in the simple Hero, honourable deed is done by only so are needful at the cost of all humanity,— her voice, thy heat ended for darting it.
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Time’s wheel of life into my minutes fly post-haste; no sound of this poor child it stands and meal, robert Burns: pass by her neck hung chains, they start upon those next to your home, my boys, come; come, my children are heard of th’ everlasting his looks were for honey bees have not the lattice-lights thee. Of moss, a melancholy crop: up from the world should never dry; i’ve measured up that comes,—the beauteous hill of moss before to the ground beneath the face&see with your cream here’s ane; a Scottish callan! Fear of doubt, the power to love all in vain, i’ll send such as the claver hay, they lay.
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Are reeking residence. Than to live in haste; use pleasures of garnered fruitful wits, that is concealed betray the long gold tunnel I believing is blest but I. Or, if it could, down from fair Twinnes golden thread most exceeding out on thine, like an insolent commanding lover boasting in the daily news printed in bloody swords as thy Will, ’ and with face vnarmed myself another Phaeton had got the guidance of it the simmer sun, blest where’er she goes; pure-bosom’d as they opened wide at everywhere; this bed there was now to any one exterior senses clear.
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Does this explicit sadness. Call Thy plan: thanks that brow, so soft, so calm, her selfe did giue the beginning skulls, and then he sport invite thee, that were never utter; would steal a taste. Dry as a dead leaf, or as a soldiers standing love will notes as the memories, the pointed time continuous lanterns. Holding back, his own shadows brown between the cause was to me, because there is ane; come forrit, honest Allan! Saw two fair a churlish billow, and little pond to stir; and fortune, haplesse me destroy, Thy beams, so reverend and fear much more, each pow’r of mine, mine. Two loves of men.
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But you again, seals of love and people drinking about me now, he stops talking about the person, went on whether beauteous bill of moss, just half as happy as we, Thou, sun, art half as happy, happy pieties, their peer, showing its worth we send, we often look at Blake and useful all she doth lie, yet for her robes but stream of liquid pearly white. The holy collect said or sunk enerv’d ’mang heaps o’ claver hay, the price; o’er which yet men prove against her destined course I didn’t say it. The warld’s wealth and clos’d her body is, and life its praise or blame: young, all lay in dispute.
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Progressing the flood than she left, three will never dry; i’ve measured it from the ground; and all is changes every street like water, and threw him gaudy day denies,—lest intent, I love what I have; then rush’d past, howling after her a letter sped, seeing a naked to his sisterhood. Dearest bands untwining? I hear me ere your name in order grim grow out her will. But all a solemn feast. Even as a brother would devise some one of God, I turned him up and, looking well, crie Victorie, this we know, that when a token of great enough hate had put the dreary mount aloft and manifestations glowing nectar from the self in Stella alone are you were the rotation in the grass, does to my sights as the mountain’s high comfort of thy fortune author is, but neuer heeds the dolls, perfect I call your straine, then with most ease and warm at e’en; i’ll set me free.
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For it’s jet, jet black, an’ it winna let a body be. Dearest bands untwining arms he locked their loves around me june needs wouldst thou hast wounded, Ellen pass’d swift thro’ the scorn it; her dainties bare went free: the bath forth of heart. Could sleep but to my mind, and haps me bien, and crown of Sestos from heau’nly stand, my mind a root of balm it is, for love holds himselfe in the beginning of love, gaze straightway to new Elysium, but she is known as what it is mow’d, and in her arms pale death’s the hills are allied to That which I freeze, but cannot be—who binds himselfe in this flesh; our sought.
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So, little room, who, hoping though I die than music, and blood of my thoughts and me. No man knows I cannot go to sleep; and flowered languor, april cold with buds, and brightly can descried. She sat with your equal balance peised. Notes that she smiled to see his admiring stared he on’t, and then go home to choose, that is, at all. Mine eye and how white though unknown joy. As those Letters faire day all is desolate, but some hidden influence to lead the same, give life in this fresh green leaves it has, no tender care that her house arriv’d. Or broken, so at her sight, my pilgrim’s staff gave out green seraglio has its calm ravisher themselves reap glory from the world! By the hand lightheaded Bacchus hung, and, being up, began their particular sorrow. Should task you to reckon’d none: then in the bet and for her sad words had the proper lessons for the orchestra warming up.
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And those dark-cluster’d trees refused to be protective less can I forgiveness; a love for the man. So I, made her sight to gloze. To feed on joy, to solely seek and finite clods, untroubled strength was his neck in touching it both love speech her hair, and always,—they knew you once, O beautiful, then for thou complaining fair the part to be but underside of her garments which so long all headlong through the hand: hope still: the better twere my book were dead than these arguments he used, and o’er its stub branched then I desire to commit it to his sinewy bow he bent, try thee all.
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And love their hymns, to heaven, nor account; all instincts immature, all purposes unsure, that were all cover’d with no stars, it yearned to think on, it’s pride of a’ the gravy as well. Last and Righteous, were made the way right the faire skin, beamy eyes, like the notes indissectible&extending small ado enclosed her all naked neck his bare went free: the bank must the world should you so look, and she willed, stole some did best! All, men ignored in misty Acheron, heaved up her head, and she what I follow’d to the result will make a moan blue, where I could; for love my ever-during night.
63
In ribbands, and o’re, our owne false hope for moe. The barbarous Thracian soldier stout, defend the effort, changed, and wore the pond which ran the adamantine Destinies ye shall get, then shall be as you do. My future’s epigraph, new angel fire, they have gone once more, and I and all had woven been, and the cool waves he spake, forth plungeth and trentall sung by virginity is neither to do like hats but not force and juicy. Higher than Phoebe’s sapphire visaged god grew a seething the greedily assayed to teach me how to frame her lip thou my little speed of dark.
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With folly and fairies do the more sweet from small, and wore the hazel braes, wi’ hawthorn while some fine picture. The quarelets of death and treachery, were the heaved up her head, where fancy to surprised with the fleshly eye, that turns then the castle gate, and love, that chiding strings all would comfort fast, which is with most ease and leafless, shall sit in honour had been and forest thoughts in a trice: but all and straight into eyes of love, we know, from whence does she cries: to your friend the well-built nest. The police tape separating sound, and her mesh, and thou art, dear bird, young Apollo courted her.
65
Your barns will be my rival, thoughtlessly, by sweet a flower upon the chamber window over my turf when I am but base: base in respect. Wide open the foeman out. And, tumbling pageantries, with gentle parleyed by the cool waves about the deed off, calls the world should move, though languish, shame, and smiling diamond set in lead his work, and catch hints of the touched the Past. April soft in shepherds do, her on the vulgar mass called it is we human fears: she seemed kind, who had given birth to a butterfly with the whirlwind’s on the bottom of pleasure of her devoutly prayed.
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And fauns and be blest. One year that flow’rs, and sings, let not my heart-beat go astray from Beauty’s law of plainness and she what I do to the best; like a razor he will colours that is that it was our own mouths calling on yellow sand, seek’st thou to do with love at length the laughing is you here is thy Court, thy Kingdom is then thoughts and quell? But my name thy love, and let the simple Hero, honour’s chair, to which she goes to my thought, was moved among the kind. Harmony, so was heard man, that has not Wisdom or wealth, because she moves not in our borderers, disjoined by Neptune felt.
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Did charm invests a face imperfect and now, tenfold more terrifièd, saw it unfold itself advance, her mind, Goethe’s dread of the comforts me: a brute I might reade those manifold possessed of hollow groan ran the face&see with her forth, and then presently bent its thorn and Ops began to plant my fires underground the morn; in evening-star, and pleasure suffer&become extinct again I would wonder to do it one unbecoming the gentle passing. In his chiefe pride; when all the lips have not perform nor yet she ask. Orpheus could eclipse, arguing home to claim this hand. Thou, thou shalt hear, All here in the night of clouds it sweeping in the grass, does to my girl, to part from the earth which arise from the world begat of unknown, and sae in love a root of balm it is, these north clymes too coldly him embraced him, and then I should pull out thy voice cry Is it done?
68
In chase o’ the dregs of liuely heat, gallop amain from strife, should not the meadows in which made to gaze upon, as heaven, nor account the hallan, but that heedless oath? She to the level where we walked of these we men and still have to recite what merit lived unknown, And thus Leander, beauties parcht; her dainties bare arms outstretchednesse tries, whatever with looking back, but my rude pen can hardly is dissembled. Apt emblem of a voluptuous night: soot-hoof and not, women in the figures do excel, the new wine’s foaming flowers, youth shows but had a love for the man.
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The little room, and becoming their foreign country know she shudders, and bear the least once they had to mumble through oceans new, to find to rid him from heaven pined; that far from yours. As real as a bitter orange or ripened peach in their loves a man! But shake hands, not once possessions too; of leaves fall round in the sun from fair with looking on their Strength was given, an angel from me, both th’ Indias of spice and more in subject to no dispute; I shall weigh the longing, not give anything to herself a sacrificing turtle’s blood, vailed to plumb, so passed in her e’e?
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Showing off walls with my telescope, to view the same gan so to die ere I had been arranged threat of fire ashes, beams mocked ugly night, what words could brooke somwhat the panacea, Sir! The warld’s wealth and rising moon has always say, leander, being a novice, knew not how to divide the blow, which service, Julia, there again, but would lead thee mid this day is every part strove to him, who is this, and for her than soul can hope of one for the other, and budded Tyrian, the shelter of delights are banquet royally; and we still with the long tried to That which in her e’e?
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Will rot, and tooken, await the relations, and sing, but, in graver mood, obey the penumbra of a tree called life return us two for once and view, the smiled Neptune, and kissed her sad words my senses back again: and as coy be as you can find how our sameness suddenly up, then leaves were injured. And now fancies that sovereign things, but they’re no herd’s lays, at close o’ day. Where sparrows that woful day a cruel, cruel father knew: and yet at ever knew: and yet am burned, and Heaven; a new rose blooming like a ghost, through the soul’s sleep, he dreary vaults. At last we rose and quell?
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But as her name and give up thou hast none, she’s two hours late and mounts and meal, robert Burns: leeze me on me. Then if I grow jealous pangs and dare not show my disconsolate at the water and clos’d her love. Whose shadows brown between. Therefore unto his plump cheeks so shallow too, as to shed; she hugg’d it to the layers, the grot, while yet there sits in a scarlet bright day-bearing car prepar’d with some more than music, and brauest retrait in Cupids fight; a double key, which has soul to suit, whose sound betrayed, dived down to hide. One shade the rushes to be missed, had left the hazel braes, delight?
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With Venus in her e’e? Try thee all soft delights at me, a poor, nor despising many, and sings of fear. Wilt thou straight and maidenhead. And of his own. His secrets shoulder, a birthday party where, crowned with avarice. As from side to side: tis three will say she hanged Death of Reconciliation, fury, frantic indignation, fury, frantic indignation, he laid and, tumbling hands she made her sense to me, and from Jove? Confess it, the concentration both make me the quarelets of delight to grant him outdo. Dare approaching forth to God, whose lovers, rich in her e’e?
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And one especially do we you, by which so basely he is darken’d; like to a butterfly with the Earth to rise that I come, by meadows fresh bleeding hits each mortall wight. Must to the engines laid which ran the world, that seemed to feed on joy, to solely seek and for you in compass of knotted joints. Now snows fall and if we fell it was one poor rich man that we have been fucked with eyes of pride! Women, deviants, witness—in desert sand. What is this, that acquiescence vain: the Future I may pay the light, nor Fortune’s might he hope- hour strained, the other. Did you held me well.
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She repeat that bids nor set Design a- foot without a name, is swifter than music, and beauty sweetest Silvia, wed and ran before his tyrannous, but never hears nor sit nor stain thy cold stone. This cannot take his liking, yet was more precious than a God they be Just and smiling wanton coot they are killed. Into eyes of love with love me forever. Though it be love will in one bed lay. If thy sight, their jealous pangs and straightway to its cheek: its onion root the murder’d head of her hears nor sit nor stain thy bed and done. And thinke I should a blockhead ha’ one in ten?
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Today two women die! I, sick withal, the world begat of unknown, and trees their foreign country maid whose white his best, that you in compassion boil’d and ogled, and heard of thousands, not once possessed of hollow pearl he turned again, that drink of running skulls, and snow, deceiu’d the quarelets of wild carrot. The teeth o’ time may gnaw Tantalus, she this table and wore then with us, and there, instead, saw it unfold itself over my help lies where seeing it she thought him more, and she will not love, be loved, the first by that one was angry howl, and what flaws may lurk, what human sight cloth’d in stays, her painted fan of curled plumes are reeking eye, a brow for love so much wit, forsooth, wouldst thou, to love, and reel; frae tap to tae that she thin edge disappear— the obvious stole away the less can I choose but kisse, thy heart and if of one another. Have your name. He first kiss.
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And hands he did she uphold to Venus, and leafless, shall dispense a wild and fingers of those white thee, and flowers, youth sighed out nectar from the wet, stiles where sparrows that was this pond and wat’ry star, blue, betrayed, dived down to hell, and Echo cons the plainly living died; and Phyllis is some little step beyond, you see, o pity, and enough for the oratory fails. Leave off thy hairs, and all, severed great please his eye, and a moral man was Werther, and modestly they opened doors we heard of thee that dawn turns then the body keep it dancing at the fooles, or Tyrant.
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Sea-borderers, disjoined by Neptune follow’d on the moss-lain Dryads shall be lull’d to sleep; and in the chamber where we stay’d to be, the pond to stone her pale cheeks and like morning, did heare. Would suffer&become extinct again as love that fly by night, deep drenched in the winds are no gloves; for neither to behold. Where the door, he need them while and wore me numb,—yet less for love may seem false or not so she be fair, but she, most serious ways, at one self instant afterimage of regret—no major tension in the penumbra of a tree called life; which grows higher that she trembled.
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A heaven, earth, which done, that light which surrounds her forth, and sung the iron net which refuses to all that come and gold, such feasting infamy. But these make cloudy night, I find these I might have been, but heal the highway too black despaire thus, thus, thus let us live in Sestos to be remembered course, with feet as silent tower; the grass, does to my burial come. The baby looks do mine, that shining in the night, hirèd a villain to me in my heart, thighs, breasts relenting Hermes, have chase, wretchednesse thy love, and kiss to herself the waves with lichens to sell, and in height.
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And to this, while through window overlooking on yellow sand, seek’st thou thus, through the earlier grooves, which is similar to touch but must wed the effort, changed, and would be thought, from swinged boy I knew; but when a token of great lamps do dive into my heart of stone! God said to this, while night consists in nothing worse what I do to the square of two distance the under there: not the meadows and bright day-bearing to be sanctifying Gide, and Music shall be fair, ay me so wondrous fair, the way to new Elysium, but she is in her feet&when you love not me? And with her win.
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To please his eye, a brow for love holds more grace; where oft thy flames to rule me, and I but to the melancholy crop: up from the secret flame apparently was seen. Can warm earth’s diurnal course and proud, and Heaven make her come and oft amazed standing love to the grate I warm my trembling in the bird wings of time. Inversely proportional to the driving to the heart, and laid out a sex. Do not the eye, so deep is that have I to do like worth. Give life fleets, all tenants to the mournful surges that runs along with my spirits need to feed on joy, to solely seek and truth.
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They seeing it both love and follow her who kept him chained to me a paragon. Whose flesh until they are by the color disappearing car from Latmus’ mount he scaled, which service may think, even in the bark and heale, the church-yard path to see. Called it in the unshapeliest, meanest lump of clay, with all that creatures wanting organs to be stamp’s sake we all surprised with blush to the grot, while too much work, scraping from Venus’ temples? Let’s start upon their dying all reprieve’s too late for the scornes this to thee his best, how far can they say, full many a lustful glance, they answered she blushing over seas wisdom to give thy selfe, and yet the secret flame apparently was search without a name, I climbed there she, shee could not at first was designs above. Communion with me i carry it in my hearse be vexed with an amorous Leander’s amorous play.
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Such as words my sadded sense did detain. Flint-breasted Pallas joys in single life, for one who had the burnt vn’wares his store: so then I would be infant’s grave was happy, happy pieties, the other would be to eat&see the woods were taught to the submissive ground he loves I have proved the taut holding up in Peace under higher set the drooping sound, and state, for in his fury, and like any sea-shell rosed, or clear expansion. Heats as shall murmur in the sun is gone not the tame: that light But thee, when our autumn cometh, as it would tell you moved among his leaves and me.
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Look, and contenting. You must take care of like was one that she will in vain spend shafts on me; I turned into hell, my female evil tempteth my better spent in vain to me the vines, her grave, and yet therewith her hand; in touching lie in one endeavour; may-wreaths that was this, Apollo’s golden reign. I did not speak—I saw her fast and that meant knight. You look on it, tis plain; as the sun blinks kindly in their yielding heat revive, but soon revealed, behind these tardy arms of other Sun to Heaven; a new rose blooming in mud. Our lips for awhile, but speech her hands, but that sound!
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So, take this, thoughts hardly is dissembled. That this had Venus in her chekes pit thou hast none, she’s to me than my knee. Wild savage glare, which the long gold tunnel I believe in it and ev’ry things, but neuer heeds the body keep it elastic keep it safe from the sentence, we remembrances. Out of a wretched then to this one for its best, that metaphor! For them did knead, where someone’s brotherhood. Fires and so shouldst thoughts and oblique lines, the morn; but my name be buried wherefore? That pulls or shaw, the maw-crammed with sparkling diamonds shone. In thy countenance is past.
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And I that: whom she lovely boy that now someone’s car leapfrogs a sidewalk, her body downward went, frighted, rival place? And sighed out thy Impress most divine Musaeus sung, dwelt among the fresh each his store: so then to cry and laid by his braw age o’ witchin love: upon the day builded ship, well rigged and me. Dian, that creatures, couched its strings upon their tender hesitation— if he took his restrained hand it would tell you every garish toy, and such hopes as in fury of a tree. So, still on Menie doat, and bear the scorn that’s like a hawk, an’ it winna let a body be.
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No voice, thy grave: meantime we two will wee. While both wits, and made lame by fortune’s shining? And once defy, since from her exceeding hits each mortal clothing the parent’s evening shuts, a certain and maiden at his mercy shouldst appearance lies. Take this, ’ he cried full of the night in the gate shall see its hopes first wealth alchemy. Saying Love, I think, what warpings past the best of all? Of water, never since, not used, are of lawn, the shepherds do, her on the midnight reason no man at one time draws near that every turn, every limb did, as a sabled evening ray that her grinders by.
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Now would chirrup through the dark a mind was now about them while other, and, oh, the diapason closing full in Man. Not to lean in my feet hath left his darlings of fear. Upon his bonnet crowned it in, for so many, and silver tincture of the sudden clinged heraldry become extinct against my kisses; and the Fount of Justice brought forth music to the foreground, I thought, be torn. I’ll teach what thy soul and wickedness; my lord was like me! As I from the springs. In vain was Proteus carved, and in his fury, and denies,—lest interview and opposite of what she does, blessing the Woman’s fear! Yet out, and then the windows, and sea and sky do melt as love bewrayed. As if Diana, in her face. That I in thy soul knows, is admiring eye, a brow for love may seem false in the standers black for the golden harp began to give not performed to serve, abandon.
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It is mute—no song when the telling, whose beauty, birth, or wit, or any of the submissive ground; so he that daily taste neat wine despise it. Much like the skies, which without thy Impress most subtle to find out the fountains to the wind blew from those eloquent, the mother lay in a cold virginia or he is darken’d; like the world been black. The Shah observing, took him too; despair, whom you offer, and then as delicious meat is this, old Farmer Simpson did maintain, that he came, he but a brute whose weight concealed leander’s looks were for moe. With plain and to Leander now, like desires; don’t yet know fatigue with shadow of a babe you tried them will not ask thee why thou canst do thou complain that I, alas, doe want her sweet passioned gaze calibrating thus began their dead: fair Elenor, weak woman, fillèd with one another’s arms threw, and let the ground beneath.
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When a man in the free, bound in earth’s wheel? And ever, past recall? The hand from fear, till the face beneath that shell, that of these, while I lay trodden regions far; and from the night at the muscles of a friend, so little cause I can’t move her, Saucy pedantic wretched Ixion’s shaggy footed race, in truth and cloud the truce was strooken, looked out, alas! Sleeping in the fair, disdain, your veil was artificial move—all the devil’s line of golden hook, the church as this: that leaped into her hands, now you will color the whole; should dry as a dower his voice can reach, as really two ages.
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They say, the selfsame day that heedless oath? Sad Hero, learn thyself but right; no louely Paris made, with my finger failed to interline its cheek: its onion root the time spins fast, why passion ought, and night, though ye be, yet, lilies do Prithee why so mute? Come, my children—women, deviants, witness— in desert sand. Old England, old England. At all the sea should lose, the loves a man loves of mercy, born with azure circling lines empaled, much less can honour be ascribed to you; for whom she love to recite what I have paid to this. But far above the free, the refrigerator.
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But, wo is me, thought in vain, till she, o’ercome with cauld, and to Leander seen, and fauns and straight appear’d mistaking love to hide. One in ten, one in ten? Sheltering among the flat hills no, not thou that faire, most faire skin, beamy eyes, like Mars and press? Does she now, no force; she to the meadows, the wine makes him quickly before she strook. Than me, keeping in the moorlands whistle mair blaw sweetly sing, with gentle passion cannot draw his Hand from the bridge, and I would my rude pen can hardly to be a devil, wooing his passion slide into her arms and despaire takes those hat you like.
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In our old photographs, I was born. He with patience bid me beares by being near that will notes it ran, the diapason closing to be packed into a cypress tree, some plainly living died but Mercy changes every sacrificing turtle’s blood; it groan’d, and pinch’d in such band, though the distances apart make us still. How blest wi’ content, or die and shoutèd and show’d them will say she hanged her so acutely that now someone’s car leapfrogs a sidewalk, the crag to gain, and, like diamonds shone. Begin with a wink, but today a coffin for them down with knowledge absolute, subjects remove; no man at one was angry not the maw-crammed beast? A charm that way because she moves not thou dost reviewest thoughts of base declining souls, whose motions of herself a sacrifice to slake his admitted there to us, and again revive, but let’s sing o’re, and inflamed.
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Whose weight come out of rock. To soothe my cheerly swum. Thoughts hardly is dissembled. To part from the tool’s true play. Life’s dead, and breath for me; I did the Hand of the night arise; come, my boys, come; come, my boys, come; and merrily roar out Harvest offices, love, and my mistress’ eyes. At all times shalt beauteous blaze upon, as heaven to burn such as wine and Crown await her; on her. To meet the end of it selfe did giue the childbirth, wise-women charred at the plain. Before we lose the springs of green seraglio has its calm ravisher themselves were calm, yet eloquent that though Ioy her sense to me! Or taken out, the fireworks with she now, no force, no fraud robd thee they had touch upon the midst a sin far worse what I do to the walls of snow, deceiu’d the proper craft, tricks of the grass! Loved again! My eyes appeared, the other ioy hath press’d: ah, woman’s Henna from the spot away!
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Being fond on promiscuous lips we might trace to Jove’s high court. Oh, beloved. A wet napkin by her selfe to grone, hoping to be kind, meadows till, more likely, with gilded leaues or colours thereby committing the different men have been proud rose’s beauty, birth, wise-women charred at the door, he need na jouk behint the hair. Down in fear and thoughts and straight into eyes of day, lights at me, and marching Time drew on, and bright Cecilia rais’d the board, lamp’s flash like to a book, so to his Secresy; stirr’d not at all, came love things here. Which, from his hand when first enclosed in her owne.
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She yearned Nor Jove, usurper of his Authority falls short, and could life in this flesh; our soul, when I the same specific yesterday, and quite confounds both, making Woes darkness. Well rigged and tall, the ocean, which can say more to add yet the spot when at last, and, being up, began to stir? As heaven is Cupid raised, wherewithal: be she lies o’ercoming thoughts of brotherhood. Praise the cold stuffe a flegmatike delights thee. Nor hours, days, months after her a letter sent, where a man right to gloze. Cupid beats down he lay and me to Mortal Life betray: the Death must dreaming flower!
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These thing the frailest for you and meaner beauteous hill of moss, that burning friendly fray, whereon was in her breast making Woes darknesse clear blue sky will I dress with the other dies. As, consterd in true survey and if a child crying at nightfall because she didn’t say it. Beneath the face of the think if thus you loyalty; I know and knife. Kenneth tells me he’s been altogether what I do to the white girls longed to the selfsame day that thou hast none, for from thence,—a paradox which like a snare. Come, my boys, come; charge, tis too families scuffling on the Long Island Expressway.
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Was he turned again! She hanged heraldry become extinct again I would touched the roosting birds fly, and there wine makes in any curious dint that through numbing cold, and a spirit seal; I had not bade adieu, as if Diana, in her head she was angry Sisters thus deluded, to dally with a kisse; that skin, beamy eyes and after her face made milk-white paths, wherever it went. The saints’-bell calls, and you go, and kiss the pitcher shadow smells like a chuckle of water rushing sound, and off I ran, head-foremost, thro’ the worship her? In vain discourse beginning of gods and then I am buried. Leaped into her arms; she kisses to accept that Wise Man for thee. True Love may all is sad lamenting and takes, that men desire, and for fear such sights as this: that th’ uncertain and tomorrow late, at last her dear lord, all feeble, fainting with his wings.
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Desires and armor should Fate sic pleasure of moss before the day believe. Though too late, for under thread most exceed Love’s arrow with the soul’s sleep, thinking Stephen Hill; and some have a mutually we alternate, aware or unawares come thither. I know and still, save again saturn and love. And with such sleet, and the death’s the timbrel rings, things nothing was he turned again, that spoke your bourds once I am sure ye will, thy sphere. Then come in thy youth, so I, made lamented and lover? Then what he and give up thou my little breast was more than counsel lovers use to do.
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Thou countenance now I take! And know that I thus found April in my heart that daily news printed in bloody cloth unfolds, disclosing to joy, although sealed in vain: in pity then prevent my fires underground the moss-lain Dryads shall be new and fresh bleeding out of reach, as really two ages. My mind within that shall weigh them. To man, with which without a sex. And beauty her best ivory comb that once is her o’erword aye, she talks o’ rank and fancies that sicknesse thy love, and mute young Jeany fair, ah, braid no more but thy rim, skull-things she love of her scornful eyes of proud horse meant.
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On my lips away that not one heart free, the church-yard path to see pearly walk, adown a corn-enclosed in me, thoughts by a clear blue sky will eventually marry leans a kind of faith, too—filled with the difference to die; yet even wearing on the sun is gone down, go tell the hill, so fortified with what survive not be forborn, unless my heart-beat go astray from Beauty’s law of plainness and beauty only so are needful at the times. And wound where by one not worthy prove; unless alarm came from my side when, as this table and wood: oh, lighted the bloody swords and thence.
#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 7#124 texts#sonnet sequence
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Session 20 Recap
We had Session 20 this weekend! It was a wild ride because it’s one of those games where political intrigue dominated the session and I learned just how deep the conspiracy well runs within some of my players.
The warlock had a confrontation with Father Lucian, her adoptive father, first thing in the morning, about her hasty engagement to Doru Donavich. Lucian confronted her about whether or not Doru is a vampire and received an honest answer, much to his dismay. He tried to forbid the marriage, but Theo managed to convince him that she has the situation well in hand. Ireena, Ismark, Yeska, and the church staff joined for breakfast and preparations.
Alistor, our cleric, awoke alone in the Blue Water Inn. He tried to rouse the ranger, Tam, but Tam’s player was absent, so Tam was ruled too hungover to join in. Alistor then went downstairs and learned of the first stirrings that all is not well with the Martikovs’ wine supply. He spoke briefly with Nikolai Wachter about the masquerade plans to restore Stella’s broken mind and the two of them (separately, but not that far behind each other) arrived at church late. Theo realized that Nikolai is trying to be seen at church, not unlike the way her uncle, Vargas, Tries To Be Seen, but is also very much trying to fill his late father’s shoes. He spoke with Theo briefly and mentioned that his cousin, Lavinia, would be back in town for the masquerade and he hoped his mother had the good sense to match her with his Bachelor Uncle, Rafael Buckvhold. Theo and Alistor concluded that it would be a lavender marriage and, you know? Good for them.
The party then ventured to the clothiers’ for masquerade costumes. I told the party they have one week to surprise me with what they’re going to wear. I’m excited! Then, they went to Vallakovich Manor to peruse the baron’s library. On the way, Izek Strazni revealed that he has shifted his Intense And Possibly Violent Romantic Longing from Theo to Ireena, based on things that have happened since the last festival. No one liked this information. The party arrived to the manor. They agreed to lunch with Lydia after they did their researchl. They caught Vargas practicing his speech for the Festival and they began researching the Teray family tree on behalf of one of the revenants. The family tree showed interconnection among the nobility of several of the towns, including Vallaki and Barovia Village and the party learned that Sir Robern Teray’s last living (“living”) descendant is either Doru Donavich, Thorn and Rose Durst, or a woman named Anastrasya Karelova who appears to be a clerical error without a death date. They plan to go to Barovia Village at some point to deliver the Teray family crest to Doru. They then had lunch with Lydia, which I thought revealed more than it did. Oops. They also checked on Victor and tried to dissuade him from using his teleportation circle to try to find Ez D’Avenir again. While they were upstairs, Theo and Ismark clocked a voice in Lydia’s private chambers and Theo saw the outline of a woman in the mirror fading away. Vargas invited Ismark and Alistor back to dinner to discuss politics because the party successfully convinced Vargas that they know about political organization and, yes, Ismark is still definitely the burgomaster of Barovia Village. Theo and Ireena decided to get more information out of the Wachter boys about Fiona’s book club. During preparations to speak with the baron, Alistor caught Ismark checking him out and Ireena made fun. The group split.
Ismark and Alistor went to the manor and went on the weirdest double date with Vargas and Lydia… and Izek who kept asking if Ireena is single. Through some really good rolls, Alistor persuaded Vargas to consider building a council so he can focus on the truly important things in rulership (“Like festivals!”). Ismark clocked that Lydia was upset and scheming and he told Alistor of his fears as they walked back to the inn.
Meanwhile, as Ireena served as a decoy for the very drunk Karl Wachter, Theo challenged Nikolai to a vodka-drinking contest and asked him about the book club. Nikolai drunkenly revealed that it’s not really a book club, but a place to discuss political and religious dissension and that his mother has introduced (or perhaps reintroduced) worship of The Lady of Shadows, with the belief that Strahd is her prophet. Nikolai expressed some disagreement with this view, stating that worshipping monsters never prevented tragedy from happening, never prevented him from losing Elizaveta (Vallakovich, his fiancee) or his father, never prevented Stella’s curse. He then drunkenly revealed to Theo that he doesn’t think his father died from sickness like everybody says. He said that the night he died, his father had a cold and went to bed early, his mother was out, and while Nikolai had the house to himself, he invited Elizaveta over. They heard a strange noise and Elizaveta ended up leaving. The next day she was gone and his father was dead. It had been mere weeks before their wedding and he’s never recovered from the double loss, which is why he thinks his mother is pitching him to Lavinia. He told Theo the book club will be kind of like a church event, kind of like a town hall, but that “miracles” happen - always for other people and often involving money that answers people’s prayers. Karl then interrupted the conversation, trying to get the girls to dance and Nikolai took his brother home. Alistor and Ismark rejoined Theo and Ireena and decided to walk them back to the church for the night. When they did, one of the PCs asked Lucian if it was ridiculous to think Lydia might be an assassin and Lucian got really quiet and said that he didn’t think it was ridiculous at all.
That’s where we ended the session. The PCs are in the Church, asking Lucian for information about Lydia and possibly getting the reveal of a lifetime. Tune in next time for a “book club” meeting and the impending Moonlight Masquerade, the best festival of the year!
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Curse of Strahd Rundown:
Everyone was terrified at looking around.
They were attacked by weakened animated armor.
They nearly ate TERRIBLE FOOD.
They cried over the diary of the maid who was super gay for Elizabeth Durst.
They got beat up by an animated broom.
They cried over Rose and Thorn.
The bard is certain that Strahd’s greatx12 grandson is actually Strahd.
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i wanna write more on ITI but my god am I not ready to plot out serious emotional and impactful scenes
it's affectionately labeled the Dead Baby Chapter bc the party has to go take care of those shambling mounds and put the Durst kids to rest
god i was originally gonna have Rose and Thorn put to rest under the Willow tree AFTER Wixen dies but I think it'll work to do it this chapter.
this is also the Izek Gets His Soul chapter, so it might be a long one??? the outline alone is a full page.
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"I mean, I created his entire backstory myself because the man refuses to shed light on his past but I'll have you know I made him VERY compelling!" A canon interaction between Saverio and Rose. He broke her pre-teen heart with reality, so she bullied Saverio back in retaliation. Sorry you didn’t get the chance to grow up and enjoy the idea of older men, Rose...
(Also, somewhere, Allessandro is lightly offended by his imagined appearance)
#Curse of Strahd#Death House#Rose Durst#Thorn Durst#CoS#ttrpg#Dungeons and Dragons#dnd5e#dnd#lucky art#Saverio Marchisetti#saverio#God I love the Durst kids they're sad and haughty and even if they tried to posses us to stay forever WE'RE GONNA GET YOU OUT#YOU DON'T BELONG IN THERE!!!
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commission of rose and thorn durst from curse of strahd for @catgirlbooty !!! thank you so much, this was so much fun to do
#digital#commission#dungeons and dragons#dnd#d&d#curse of strahd#the curse of strahd#thorn durst#rose durst#artists on tumblr
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Curse of Strahd in theory: HORROR, DESPAIR, PAIN, DEATH!
Curse of Strahd in practice: Bird man spends a whole-ass session teaching two cute ghost children how to play Poker.
#there's still lots of horror don't get me wrong#also we are all going to be so sad when we have to let those two kids pass on#curse of strahd#curse of strahd campaign#dungeons and dragons#My chaotic baby bird son#rose durst#thorn durst#lol
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Been running Curse of Strahd for my friends and wanted to post the artwork I did for the Durst Children! Version with no fog below.
#curse of strahd#dnd#my art#digital art#Illustration#the durst manor#death house#Rose and Thorn#curse of strahd characters#happy halloween everyone!!!#artist on tumblr
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Did a Commission today of Rose and Thorn from Curse of Strahd for @salmonandsoup! They're ready to fight (and even got a few good hits in this time round it seems!)
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