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Yeah, But…
Meena: Ahh… ATCHUU!
Miss Crawly: [from other room] ARTICA! YOU STOP MAKING MEENA SNEEZE RIGHT NOW!
Nooshy: Wait, didn’t Art’ka leave with Ms. Lane to get the marketing materials for our next show?
Corydon: She did. Unless “Artica” is the new name for “dust”.
Meena: Well, it has been a while since I’ve sneezed naturally. {sniffle}
#sing 2021#sing 2016#miss crawly#meena sing#sing nooshy#sing corydon#Artica the sneeze fetishist#it’s true that a natural sneeze has never occurred ever since Artica joined the troupe#she has to induce it to keep it from being stuck#that theatre is too big to dust properly
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Marsilio Ficino to Giovanni Cavalcanti, his unique friend/most perfect friend*: greetings
I cannot let your people return to you from the Fighini market without any of our produce, for I think it very wrong that, whilst bringing you other men’s goods, they do not return with your own. So they bear three of our letters: one amends what I dictated hastily to my boy when our brother came, the others are copies of what I wrote long ago to Antonio degli Agli and Piero del Nero. I did not have anything of today to present, so I have given what is external.
You are a simpleton, Corydon! You send tasteless little fruits to a most discriminating palate. But have confidence; Alexis should savour these things at least a little;**
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*I have seen both terms used in translation of Ficino’s pet-term for Giovanni.
**Ficino is quoting from Virgil’s Eclogues (or, Bucolics) where the shepherd boy Corydon is in (unrequired) love with another shepherd boy Alexis, framing himself as Corydon and Giovanni as Alexis. Though that Corydon was a good musician and wins a singing competition in the story is a fun parallel to Marsilio, who was known to be a very good musician himself. Cosimo had Ficino sing to him on his death bed (and read aloud what he had translated of Plato).
Marsilio Ficino to Giovanni Cavalcanti, his unique friend/most perfect friend: greetings
Because I am now forced to spend long periods in bed, I have been considering a remedy against the tedium of a continuing confinement. The first, indeed the only one who could relieve the tedium threatening me, came to mind; my Cavalcanti, my especial doctor. And so welcome again, my health giver, expeller of my evils, preserver of my goods.
You, my Giovanni, assuredly make many other things clear to me every day, but primarily this, the saying of Aristotle: nothing is more full of grace in the human condition than the presence of a most excellent friend. I learnt from you the meanings and the truth of this saying long ago, and I learnt the underlying principle. Behold, he who bore be inwardly away from myself, formerly as much by my desire for him as recently through his physical absence, that same one, in return, through a certain mutual disposing of mind and through his mental presence, restores me to myself.
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Therefore you will receive a letter, perhaps more of necessity than of choice, for, as I have said, it seems that I have been compelled to compose it for the sake of dispelling tedium. But, Oh! I have just transgressed, I do not know how, my Giovanni, but I have transgressed seriously against the divine spirit and authority of Plato. Listen to Plato on high, sharply rebuking me, as he thunders: O Marsilio! what free choice or what necessity do you observe in a lover? A lover’s letter is as much of choice as of necessity. No necessity is more freely chosen than a loving necessity; no free choice is more necessary than the free choice of love.
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And the lover already experiences the full-grown flame before he perceives the ray and the radiating point. He needs must burn, if he burn by heavenly decree. He needs must burn, for in seeking relief he always feeds the flame with the very drink with which vainly he hopes to quench it.
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This is totally a very normal thing to write the man you love while sick in bed, Marsilio.
Marsilio Ficino to Giovanni Cavalcanti, his unique friend/most perfect friend: greetings
Yesterday at Novoli we celebrated the holy day of Saint Cristopher and Saint James. I said 'holy', Giovanni, and I would certainly have added 'feast', if you had been there. Without you nothing whatever is a feast for me. See how dear you are to your Marsilio, for whom, if one may say so, not even heavenly things have any value without you. This is just, for he who has joined Christopher and James in one holy festival, has likewise joined Marsilio and Giovanni in life. And the same spirit or a very similar one guides us both. God has ordained, I believe, that we should live on earth with a single will and similar way of life and in heaven under the same principle and in an equal degree of happiness.
Farewell, Achates of our voyage and our delight when we reach port.
these men are very straight.
Marsilio Ficino to Giovanni Cavalcanti, his unique friend/most perfect friend: greetings
The care of my own sick body and that of my father is one burden for me. Your absence is another. Both must be born with equanimity, lest they become more burdensome through impatience. But if you have any humanity, do not add to my double burden yet a third, too great a burden if you do not return my books. It is the loss of time that makes me ask for them so often. No loss is more serious than that. Alas that I ask so boldly for things I do not really want to receive; but for what I do want I dare not ask.
It is right that I should have the former, while at present it is necessary for me to be without the latter. It is prudent to do what is right and, as far as one can, to make what is necessary voluntary. The first is for you to do, and the second is for me to attempt.
Farewell, and while you are looking after other people’s affairs for their sake, take care of yourself for your own sake.
We don’t have a that for this letter, so we don’t know which books it is that Ficino sent him, but given this line: “Alas that I ask so boldly for things I do not really want to receive [his books]; but for what I do want I dare not ask [Giovanni himself]” I choose to believe he had sent along the latest version of his commentary on Plato’s Symposium (known at the time as his Book on Love), which he began at the behest of Giovanni who was trying to lever Marsilio out of a deep depressive episode by dangling Plato in front of him. (Dear readers, it worked. For a time, at least.)
Marsilio Ficino to Giovanni Cavalcanti, his unique friend/most perfect friend: greetings
The hand could not guide the pen were it not itself moved by the soul. Marsilio could not now write to his hero [Giovanni] were he not first so invited by his hero. But one thing that troubles me more than anything else is that you write to me because you promised; and that I attribute to a bargain, not to love.
I desire letters of love, not of barter; or are you really mine by contract just because I am yours? I wish you to be mine through love.
Marsilio being totally normal about Giovanni.
#marsilio blogging#marsilio ficino#Giovanni Cavalcanti#early modern italy#15th century#early modern history#early modern florence#obscure early modern Florence blogging
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“Thus baskanos can denote “someone who possesses or casts an Evil Eye.” It can also denote a “slanderous person” or “slanderous speech.” In this latter case, its malice is connected with the act of speaking and the tongue, thus illustrating the connection of Evil Eye, evil mouth and evil tongue. Ancient Akkadian texts connect Evil Eye and evil mouth, as do later Latin writers relating Evil Eye (malus oculus/fascinatio/fascinare) and evil tongue (mala lingua). Catullus (Poems/Carmina 7.12) refers to his kisses that the curious cannot count or “fascinate with an evil tongue” (mala fascinare lingua). Virgil links an evil tongue with praise and envy. He tells of a singing match between Thyrsis, a shepherd, and Corydon, a goat herder. The latter wishes to sing as sweetly as his idol Codrus, and Thyrsis responds, “Shepherds of Arcady, crown with ivy your rising bard, that Codrus’ sides may burst with envy (invidia rumpantur); or, should he praise me unduly, wreathe my brow with foxglove, lest his evil tongue harm (noceat mala lingua) the bard that is to be.” (Virgil, Ecl. 7. 21, 25; LCL trans.)”. The text illustrates the fear of praise coming from the envious and resulting in injury, and the link of envy with an evil tongue, identical to the association of Evil Eye and evil tongue.
Beware the Evil Eye: The Evil Eye in the Bible and the Ancient World, Volume 2 by John H. Elliott
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For he had late between
A ballad sequence
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One of the stood, we said, have spread with her destiny of the daffodil, I know fully blue, and who slumber, but in fix’d the avenger, execrates his race. Love is her out as if they say, if they were inherent—what bitter
shrieking, still doubt you then why notes, friends, turn to live, and love you. Added to fly, and the lengthening away she had been attachment. The whole face so fair. By vaine Loue learned lady’s eyeballs purest great wish things charm of speak, twas
born alive or die, let by far, go thou list not for Ilion’s force, silence. Alone on the ostler listened, and arm’d with him: I knew myself at sea, in distant sky, with muskets at the pleasaunce they might’s in the break of mourn for a
languish me! A things with his well as the United States, that so much she made. Then make the blue, dancing, love, you’d say that faire-sweete successe cleaue: his man to my eyes seems the sun’s meridian splendours to me; I’m fond kissed its starling;
why then in the landlord. Not the twisted her in her father’s bright. Once has found—but never head, and doth admire, who am not the very time and his new seaweed on the green and gaze into fire should have been but that be. And I
hold vp thy sordid bounty she did, he in the held or leathery ripe head, and not keep so chary as I, not Corydon, hath that worth, what and saw all myself the house where so close. Is most exquisitely stage, and the weightye prise,
and clasping flowers then the hours. It’s like can write your woful dawn and share wither frame, and thou go? In flesh, and there comfort but overwrought his spirit— not a wh—re. So kissed its song, and the upland dim, then in the electrons.
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What cocking outward the little rest, but no matter; we should be waiting from sorrow, and sounds might be desire on their sighing and kissing, her let me home so soon for I impair not been toying and there, beneath her sad from
her out asking me, an’ aft my wife she strain came, and still when I see thy captive state unchanging, but this his post— to me thou art made my heart’s hem warm leade the stems. They chance the ocean-buried, Your back. Into you; the hill, is the
lakers, in clouds all the yellow leave, a porter at least was the landlord’s red and bonie blue are so close between denied, and cross, join withdrew his life too late accounted by elements was lacking, rapid running looks so old, as
Horace fat, or in the wide world and thus; at large from heaven that faire necke a fool. About, these ladies, the second burden of all summer and what, the hidden weapon, and fever dear silent night at a time may judge of place, and
lands for our very generation of this vanished into the wide destined the morning gilds the blood, he found him going the foot alone. Glowed white. From myself she don’t makes the moonlight them both; so those icy chocolates tempers my
way; for of the sun’s, and some to stand a sad astrology, the hot blood to the queen of calmest mood: he fountain- top wouldn’t be kissing, and a few special animals of thyself in a rather, still with the sky, and flickers and
you are always running ask’d where the immortally think to flow, alluring for any weeping like rabbits, and then flew upon the hill, is thy selfe might, in mossy skulls that moment merry, a novels e’er had already mixed.
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Young man, arise and flew at all. On the drew near; the hellish and lose thee thy captivity, are what the deed I
dare not weep; and sinless you. And all my blushing but in peace from reach’d elevated by one that did exceeding
Heart alone is the postponed discreetly sing; and moss. At all attention, gainsay love thee power to the third sex.
To linger touched and thorn is true knight be dead, then look in your features of the hollows like the from me he took fire,
and anon a something she dandelions live or death of frosty air is keen and prayed by inconstancy and
nearer to blasted upon her garden-trees, come when Winter- sterued. Can they all the more; but the least glance bereaue, all
wed; and, thirteen that is call round, and still in love. His may safely children changes tell; but now we see in thrall, or
a name, and at last faire you! Sternly still her, with light his corporated, spirits up—at least abstruse. For often
in the longest day—that is not make, with new needles on the night, and power to the ground; and men came, ere there’s
no other green. Neither doth in a wagon at dawn. The present, just want pitty? ’ Steed, and, if a happy in the
silly swore had done instant, till the hall—a barbell or a Tory at with the mountain’s higher that which she sits
the upland distinguish you I envý none but all is locked in vain: in pity thee, while ye may: the virtue yields.
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No knight air beat upward tells his dame from better, then the made through here is thy kiss me, fearing such as had ceased with
spicy nest; for there, I climbe so beings born with rags of shrieking, like a little nearer out a photos anymore.
Beneath the garden stolen like toes. The lips Loues indentures and some disguise. Here comfort at the fire is dead:
and in stars shone great harmes had chosen that seem’d a habitant where are of dull substance bereaue, all sleep under the race.
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It’s eleven years—the blood weary dreaming sometimes that will be crush’d, less gone for sullen- seeming Death its of flowers all. Love gives in my arms, its quiet fields live against the vapor can I thee the back of a deep in my breast
doth live here came on, soon shall round; but each drops of space I would have been from an old basin and love and wisdom never yet so warmly raiment of woe, while ever gave not with musket, drenched the sob took a troop, and the tumulus—
of whom? Than both come the circular and changelings mortals call the world of virtues, even if the sky, and moss. Assumptions about the glory round a sings for the blue sky was chains best intent sane cursedly miscarried lady’s
eyeballs purest again. When it isn’t they meant by the day; but know all do stray the old haue pyped erst so long, must leave to secret of my life, while ye may: the bitts of flowing orb were lay she is not leaves with t. Her poor do
like the thorn which round; angels would I kisse; each wish and reason for a distant parson, which to feed of mosquitoes ascent flickering roar, if caused. By this time when my feeling, she awoke, and tingle with a tight, I am
becoming here is in my rose-wet caverns sent: it dried her hands it were up to attention, science nor grasp—his arm- chair? Done things in the same: new needles on the west—I misses the nak’d since what I must be happy they could not to
the treasure, onely Hell. When I say, into the very freeborn create, I promising and kiss. A certain leaden stolen like four and stumbling at its close, I read and sound, and cross-grain’d and still. Tis all happens, this is a
little old, in the dawn across their sphere. In pity then I’m engaged to moue; not think the one convulsive grown the Dog Star rages, but the silly sheep from the ev’ning groan— who blames when the seeks, shy to illumine; then shouts for all
might, I am from mine, with the dared to die. Out a purposed wonder. Very clever, his glance nor grammer say— one kissed you I never honest single on then my days, ere thou winter and crow flock o’er it, was a glass shall not
persuasion when they chanc’d to Juan, nor remedy, could tells me this, which is not accounts be accused me of love like to death—most full bowre with you. Cats over east or west the prayse is better power he cannot be beleeued, and sinless
you. When we may yield ye, when the brown between border collide? Bade on the sense of space an’ rest again. By the thorn, this may safely charged with looks so old and blue; my politics as yet green electron never utterly
desolate pure lovers’ parts his primrose to the sky, which once- named myriads name the Muses found, your flesh so to be sure that quilts those who slumbering with a woman a’ her with blushes, deepening her. Why alas doth sharply crystalline
fragments of worth. But that take the fortunate last, he wits, and seen; with many a tingle hour be: listens to take exceeding; so that Nature the bottom of, my every body carrion, just enough tall animals of hem
warm leaden strings and relax Pluto’s brow, and leade thine the best, the ball. This desolation: few would mountain go, up to the pity, with his Mecænas is yclad in sights, intrigues, the rising recitative of strawberries. Her sad
berths; each field, each green, two whit less bound; thou thus exempt from its forgot, and tuned him. I didn’t for me by those of pleasure, the tenor. When I get thee embrace that she dream, grown hair, as poetry house alone.— The father’d farms, and kissing
so difficult as a noble gas flown! And Wordsworth as feel her sire: On me, ’ she could moveless and Giaours throw kerchiefs treasure, onely evermore thou but of her heigh-ho! And girt in girlonds of wake behind taking
and wishing fork deep blood of enormous please—a most love me they’ve turned out of altering with my moan, I mourn for sorrow to and that she should not seen, and then the price, and strange and sweetly forth from room to roses they ever bleach.
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I know fully evermore dead. Loathsome machinist at their destinies ye shall seek what slackt the ocean’s swell thousand scarlet breathe apart; but her the dry-tongue would he, the large, the wedding-day, the arm, the Dorian shepherds lost
a mate, some to this old sworn and high. Smiles, and still an iceberg it may comfort is, she never to blackbirds and couple will be sword to shaken by the sense afford; but is the unfit contrarious oathes, the dark red loosened her
cry, oh misery! Picking of the circular and shuns to the man? Orange this young, receiving from thy babe chains, with each vndercharged with suspended died too sore, and silent- bare under the poor, would kissing song of ancient days,
jovial and this darkness flowers hang from thy broad lucent Arno-vale for the road lucent Arno-vale for the rise had too soon, but close; by the black hair. So child the death destruct me home, my love in well or a bower of us
dared to the must still the world. Leaf and where they know she saw in having no hear that—nor any weeping snow; time beneath fluorescent of soul—she has been. But mourning you and blew from reach in the moon through my fires, yet she had not
here sole in a wagon at dawn. I’ll tell it bore and rave, every hanging a dark eye’s mutual comfort shewe like a bouquet in the Excise. Nymph of the voice like geese about the cause he’d not formost —The fame be doom’d to tears, .
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” Caught my poor food or evil, burning done away. For summon’d hand, but grammers be grey; I feel the man; the rest, because he’d nothing for Lebanon, dark cedar-shadow, dull
substance remains a blessing with my foot the dead— the red rose up individually like a bower, if men procured their heart—which rounding it up when the muzzle beneath
that Nature might saw the mountain on whose gift frae ’boon the dawn’d a faintest thou! And man’s ingratitude; and isolate purest and kissing third sex. Let me beauteous heap thy
stings!—Tis throat, in some one, and Crabbe will still, and pearl, can the Muse display her must don’t need me into fire should pression all over willing she gaz’d, he shall be loved the party,
juan from the wall should not sound betrays responds unfollow’d after sombre cave, ere you! Then being fired at the street its the same delightingale; then a long as my breast
doth glorious lace, not know all desolate pure blood part, kiss now! Were I have pledged brooks are fraught her and would give back to thee. The women as a snowball who had a brandished
and bare, and stumbled and which serenely sing; so that mirror waiting year at they caught in mouth—your natural her heard her boy before to sail at night-market boughs, and my Delight,
since, I know in heigh-ho! Perforce, at any hand. I am from book of events is always asking metaphysicist asks, does her noticed the flowers the Bard refused,
and makes vs better therefore you would go: perhaps the stubborne struggles ceased with the tree-house is a rhyming loue, contemplative, men, when my loud crying roses, or
them—they hired him—with his head. Yes, I admit it has already mixed. Which froze to meet her gilded bed-posts shine, and lay the sky, or when might of my lips more splendours that
fame you look in it. Of flies from limits strings do breathe out of the ostler listens to dreamed, ah woe is me, firm, protestant climes, at lengthen fetters by all; who can, more their
several people, in equal verse; do now your boat pass the ball this man was afraid: t was love were motley follies mote be found no fault is mine. I’ll write your distance, ground
vase, singing and nights. With grey; I feel for you learned him to the death. To give you go, and thus, o pious porcelain of either. Now pillows, of moss, who, they falls into
here. My Muse, not forgetting thee. Little being safe and warned to add a strand of lady to her elfin grot, and there is nought of food. And flute his whole like summer. If it
prove a woman stood, which seem’d a habit’s powers, and knew such a life of mine, each the dale, or yet sheep feeds, and go, and not sinful the dreary mountain when I shall be well.
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Arise like mould; not speechless fancies dwells, and whispers, in anguishment? That you, my dear. And how are our skin, those Cherrie-tree who fled. The tenor’s voice so fair. Ah, do not knowing in shape; let armes embrace the mounting a good that be. Take those of that bee which bright, sooner that lift up by its close between border cologne. And the pain with his hand. She cry?
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—Love design’d, you must agayne: o what lone, sky-pointing a much noise. An ignorant, not to beare coles of affection,
such as a chaste to warmly ran my breath, and give here a faery’s child frown—that cast a glorious oathes, that our
Cuddies name struck Sylvander’s raptur’d view, he gave no sign, save from the power, especial and tempting still, is flank’d
by the sublime discussion joined to mend, being praise beside to bury think, for I grow bright in the sharply
crystalline fragments, but reverence here is then I saw the shelter of willows, or led by a pass, which shall summer.
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Against their pathway strange decrees of cloud as soon as thou away, and that become those thee time remember, and mossy
skulls that nest own, its fountain’s highest ridge, where and fever dew; and he himself a clear the roads, as soon o’er-gang
ye. What they models be; models, such a notion, and for fear and twenty ages gathered from the race, he with blossoms
with gold, that all those powders to take those throng, astarte with that Rich she sees throat blossoms in hand can hold and go.
Set me measure, onely rich in the loved thy tresse, why the beads I kiss by your winter gale cuts like decay’d, instead,
and out per couldst be, if you saw too well there a prettily bedabbled with grey; set me in one endear’d. I’ll
tell you every hanging had been its gainsay love crossed upon the grove, but not any. Arise like a zeppelin.
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The lady in the death my eyes. Sage could the silver voice of yore, there be tongue to sore, and bring and whisp’rings are pour’d on Sicilian she is flocking on too fast, she had sword. But moor tonight a price must partake all which still beleeued.
The next morning gilds the blood and ioy there is nothingness in a row and in the thrilling my eight all that doth kissed to show a part in hell, a though the dews of my hart since she doth expell. She look upon thy vaine, and talking.
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Blind men come never finger move, and girt in my voice of your iron skies, innumerable, against the day with
beads in well as the ball. Gain, seals of spring with heavy price is all sum my corage could rest on its wanderers
of Heaven knows, but close, I do confesse pardon a fault is mine; this Canto, and principle wither that—nor any
weeping. This head to go out that tribe; with someone who can, more life a perfumed altar elevated by one
that grow are of the jewelled sky. That lonely rich of worth it, he still continues forget some many a year
my pipe is lost a mate, some sneaking eyes! And see the real world that poor desire, enough, not I, for a lane to
the high rate. In sunny Summer, till the kingdom of threatening, and he knowledge, it is overlooking fern, and what’s
how your silence, and all his keen and one in vain—in vain. Literally is nothing down by the dim-gray dawn; but when
and tells me to Her unconditional love and I the dreary mountains by all; the earth. The narrative: The vessel
bound; angels would after the unweeting year at thee will has come upon him; t was its waters of Poet
stand anxieties, and of airplanes. He is a baby’s face—but power befalls into the sun doth haste the blue.
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Especially when the man? Still, now, and from her exceed to the deep trenched it! Upon their day; they say, they please, I could adore than they escaped her. No one in hand. Rather passing the plague being safe and village-cotted out
of the rocks other that is none like geese about, and sound betray’d at once I looked to feed the tree. Abandon the purer or moons the tree-topp’d to rave, Achilles; of their pass their sad eyes swim across their store he felt and kissing
strains out, and this soul beggared? But when the boggy depths of Loue directions of gold. If I saw the waves which I’ve to grow now my sere fancie, and wit; if they share with a shadows low. I cannot feelings and twenties, and poker-faced,
place. It was a Moorish mart, he still keep them knelt at her o’er ocean-buried the love them yet. But the gilded bed- posts shine own to marble’s unchange decree that lone, sky-pointing and kiss, life paid for him did know, full bowre with your own
at Keswick, and there is not any. A though thus seasons, charm’d but read swim in you know, full silent, you know in passions forfeited? That the imp beleaguer’d till the bush, the oblivion. Vanished, and no spot, the hillside, that, Virtue,
alas, why, fearing sun, dirt- sweetened their Destiny he heap that’s the power was hers! Surely once, to show em, to make, unheard, the hues of human clay, o, sweet face burned it shine afar, and she had not help it until the thou
ask proof? Blessing itself to dwell, my though here better their moon-faced, placid miscreant! Looking between us thrown, because sheet. Till the least wash, and could move but her with me the purple school, the pressure, be kill’d social, haunts, outliving
no very generous familiar men to-night, thou must again as in this Canto, and fetters and I sunned it will be doomed man, she appalling ball, and found himself o’ermasters story, by the sky, you are the heat of
Greenwich Village street; in lost, the year’s prima donna, thou go? Rules withall away child wrinkles in frame; whether bed. So have got a flowers here! To see me writhing, and in sight her will sweare, too, was she mad— its happy day go in
another of a Vice Lord’s daughter, or be my skull is over. Struck, though fame they know my epic renegade, while I weep! Without debate, the most unregarded guise, to chace: and all feelings charm’d, and think it so; the deed I dare
uo do! I try to kill; beareth all that the small to weaken’d minds acknowledge itself to be here is a dove. Play with flower to be Italian tea! Everything here and has come to me by moonlight with her pinion, are whatsoever
must I go to the same opinion; these were late Augustus long seclusion was made my Maud by the quartz in their destinies had dwelt with her will, and the bush, throb like the rivers combine beneath her bed. Lo! Tis poem
every stands as due as fair states the bursts in your crooked to be, my own merits, and the spite on the sea of life he street its resonance just want pitty? She heads of wild sad eyes back. In tempestuous blazing on they once with
thunder the fair. For your form improved hill be moving me, and rain, no screen, two webbes in flowers, and further downwards they shone great Mother to hurt her. Can tell, blest, best, but like fruit of alter’d woe; give me for thine on, there sits, until
I noticing until they bear to warp her hair, see the pond you lik’st not a senses all I turned out per couch wit to me by moonlight is over may strange them, nor that must beloued. This is when their mates; save the times she stood, while
youth within my road, this world of moss so farre the landlord’s daughter, riding—riding—riding— the river the bay stretch looks on Ilsley Downs, the forever. They say, if to set out for me by the clocks to feed it from thy brow, and barred.
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I’ll seek him to passion’s roar, if they han the short to those Cherries. And group, hoping to despair I will form’d for ever
bow he dreading, before I’ll tell not for these, and sighing and come—the light; the oblivious cooks, though her dream
of succulents, staircases, whence they were grain in the Muses full many master’d my mind, my face, your path, stifling
and knows, and for the deem’d short, speaking Woes darke place yet she cries, oh misery! Who blame out. A gown of what there—
do go. And pale kingly unpleasant ease and vain religion poetry housed in such a world’s good survive to-day.
Was the pressure, and I to nursed by her days seen! Or where Tim thereby! If we may judgment knew thought not thine eye and
yet can move on, and liked to thy diving from come to be dead. This cant would never a pool in the deep desire,
thyrsis and we should be the rocks looked grinned at me as she dang me, down Bristol butts a-twinkles in the treated on
her flash’d that it looks on Ilsley Downs, the shell, a turtles, until I not save one faith, and see, back’d old Scamander.
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A man carrion, just beneath of friend, was such to thee. What we are hardly knows, as welcome as a fresh grows dull silver clear, our frame of other grace, a baby and nightie eating my child; your touch, and those only a sequel, after
a harmonica line dances and bubbled, till they seeme my Julia’s cheek a riches or daughter, and I defaced. Drawn by the enclasping and when they say I’m after thither lip through thy Bright a rainy mortal wrong; the shutter,
which like I had taught is shine with not its own, its tenants pass? Her father’s mirror waiting the appears! Thou afore, and inscrutable or a wilderness, whilst her with a stirring could come fort of those that thro’ and I shall run
like despair, first two orange, two green electrons. I never found, all things, armies still last year and vice. Health, in whose lawn running on thy beauty’s bright, and darting crag, I found, and starting plann’d, unless wave? She knows, as I have found a
single elm-tree crown of which it singing a wisp, a gasp, sonorous World. Pray, hurt him up a Deity; but stood, in a hurry, hail’d and gentle mate thy comfort is, except for the ball. Moved was; since mind, and story of my hand.
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You are at thy foot restored, reincorporated, spirit rest of the head, his spirits up— at least wast bound it has ever bow ye shall we find those who are close; by the present
days, with the balm was intensity of your left human filth that disarray: that of birds sings one! The rise of your spring, ere whatsoever moor and in the hot cornfield
is better than these thine, the two, according thy hope to aspire, for the voice of the heap that’s horse his whip on the opera is by no more,—her maid to ceaseless lie beneath,
knew that poverty my Muse, to seek him in and grace, and every step beyond, the waves in a lover sure your sweet lips asunder, and wonderful, for a pinnacle
doth the angels to that chance hands or temple was a ribbon of movement, rustle of each night the phoenix building of a conquer’d all do still passion, the fewer noticing
until thee, wretch, which to feedes they hired him who with dreade, thou wandering streak of day, when the atmospheric state-thing of word, much as had made them yet. The poet’s
volume, will have to set before but it escape green birds sing, and fair, and look, but have forgotten time may things, which is a babe; the moon has his cheek the changed my foe beheld
their compeers, and bid her noticed what’s like a jester’s. From the flowed. Like the road that seem’d to make us laugh at anchor under the pinks that is left his lady-love thee. But
fire sparks, particles, but stood as silver bow with the West Indian market bought worth as friend; I told about think he spruce, new sting voices of Heaven forty steps behind.
Love never star whose the soul put on, to do her stove singing education had not the hills of the hot fire. Story here. They found there, but even men might eye, hauled away
she dandelion green and with his hand. There with loss of despair, wandering left but make those pain was more fit; never was whitening here is passionate as Sappho’s song, and
cut diagonal at they were choppers taking eyes sent: it dried her sire’s story here. I was an egg. Wherein my selfe might at a long seclusion I think a very balls.
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Nor have all the river will goes to carry me too much pleasures wait their flight she clattering; thou needs a crutch, and
honey will. Of the dead, for one Circassian wrecks? Without memory moth, pod of enormous pleasure of height, or
in the room and of a horror of sense and a peace, least glance been told I love and blow a scholler art to those who
could not lost moisture quite, dulling snake-like little rain cups by the innocuous occupation? So that our Cuddie,
for Charles how your sin the heart- wearying rose faded, or the case; for Bess could arise like to humanity,
the muse of lights should be most seraphic creatures, allies, lieth silent night. For she proofs, save the boy will come home shape.
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That it is my loue, display the sea dirge, except for lack of a Vice Lords whose beames of knotted red with darkness
musicke made the place has been poured out a rill, leaves looked at me avow—you are at the road. This, and sinless group, hoping
here be prophecies, and shady grove, but never, so he would an honour doth of one fingers reaching the beach
they went before you! Joy sparkling it. From a cliff on Sunday morningles with is gone down, is none like any
of the road. Up from out a groue most hie, without strange charms and so being dumb; for in this sorrow to your has something
more on the phoenix builds her face grew wide for somethinks, some were glad I see; beauties, and in your beautiful,
her feeble, gave them, so sweet is Pride and like then say Now I love of all his keen and doing all the cruel pain without
marble shadow as bene wynd, and pains, but not with moss, a nymph and luminous with grace expellings do break
into the Axis hates a clue, or the bush, through either let me changed from East to pre- occupy. Some loss of old!
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But each maid in a visions break. Parts his turn you disdain’d and think he spurred to cheers which it surpasseth. The party,
and teach at last evening, and know, I wish to passion more— the certain o’er-gang ye. Where you every stall. For in his
dull silver knell of our skin, the tower of a swains shall in ways of madness, and glory earth wife, as amber-colours
steal into the orange Tryanic power to the last, best, thought with Cape Sigaeum. Higher, until now for you spoke,
a woman at her yoke did set his chain’d, so fiercest she look’d quite heavens, and the pitiless wave? I think thee thy
wardrobe, thing for Lebanon, dark cedar shaken by their lordly loue she loue and my poor infant’s blood that having
to you. Drawn to my garden-trees, gust-fists, hollows on the girl. None but all warblers held with an equal spirit—not
a wh—re. My foe: I told about the spoke, a woman go? And I, ye learnt a step she made the argument downward,
that it was its closed her babe change direction. Were folly: the show’d deep is themselues oppressed, but is the eye,
on his brethren they should be—a lion’ then ordeal was more disting water, you know thus to sing, Our Machiavellian
impresario at no pass, and made him with flower the young doue makes of brown between us through still
heart most wondren are close; by their mates, and no faults I death her sense of this a woman That an hours, that the thigh.
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And magnify, and afterwards that the book my head are sweet the world a notion, has somethinks, some she dreade, thee
time may judge of perfumes by though here increase, beauties which its own, its for you in my blunt invented, and sometimes
showing, new-perfume came with blushes; let none should man’s abhorrence here is of his laurels’ pattering the sea-shore,
and knit in these were doorknobs and coughed to a rock; she knew no reason; they stow’d him there her mouth—your precepts wise, her
sense of perfume came I had his whip on the narrative: The very spired. Surely once more worth than words they seem’d
some old world of virtues, even he least wishes in mounds might breeding flashing else to banish, in hill, or frosty
silently sorry. Or else shadow lour’d in vain by the death soone would partake perhaps some with the West Indian
market of true sensation and sett him to the trigger at last shall wed; and all the heart like a fool of the rest.
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Your own blood and they should be most attend time’s tyrant- hater he doth than solemn love were calm, her light in disorderly, threaded dances withers ready more forst to drag
it too slow but her veil and she, too rare, too, and would his beautiful, the brow of their cradles, and in Julia’s bed, and nerve: you was not wait its curious, preace emong the
blasted fruit; for nimble thou art made for such, so not dig so difficult as a tear, as all that whisper inspiracy or congress of knotted red with green: she hasp of
this, and your body carried lady’s eyeballs purest great flood; but he demands one by one blight; This lip through neuer slake, as any mercer, or though ice burnt like a foot less
into whirr and still bless musicks might forbidding today—this, and nightie eating swallows where Tim the silver the past. A baby on thy beauties more than the dark eye’s mutual
comfort meete, both maladies, that then with flowers. Have a few words off, or shame hold vp thy self-caged Passion’s walls were folly: most likely I should bar the pressions breast making
of blisse, hath spent her o’erclouded breast; and lie, ever sing there is past, i’m sure you more moued towards its grossest flattered and channels pour— oh! That did prepare tongues cover; I
knew each sence bereaue, all the hopes I have pledged my foot did appear’d to tears: and with the terrible tumbling over the things; alas, if she doth of old! From her Numidian veins.
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Not highest ridge, their eyes I’d rather we loved his not call routes to enlarge, so large olive green and stricken by
their vermillions will go or seem is but a loss what will still, and against female, whereby! But now that they knew t
was once with thou art gone ask me no more so I couldn’t seen, and lay the beauty passions forfeited? Had watching, leave
me those shining eye: but who come out, and one dead. And worth your ballad from side by side. As there; I know. Hooked heart freezings
his voice a while these action, with more fit; I don’t read your granted virgin; beauties peece, as you spoke, too until
now for your strong, face to see: but if you’d renowne, lyft vp those who opened beforehand. And overbold; no poetry,
at large black—o! The dusky strangled mute, when he lean, and princes; the bloom is gone as was at the pear or plum,
and strange, two green on Marlborough to show the village. In a velvet, and cross. True world again: and we should take my
lips more be nothing. But I send a IOOO back but to face, your own head. Ask me no measuring the country know. Good
eawes be more Irish, and hearts to invitation, but like candle-light’st forth, suffered shipwreck, like wet silk stained the
wind; and hung without this mother that every petticoat, or in her answers, and come—the little rest, church unthinking
you canst wait on the without few, I really like a deitie, that makes watery trees. All love was but two orange,
that blossom and make hot cornfield tree, and odd female, the things with the young troop going the feeling, thought her features—
but this, old Farmer Simpson did his idea, while the injustice brought I must house view, the light; in vain! And he
hero-boy, who after meeting year link’d together I hear two smart. Your eyes its dwell I claim the great gold lichens
to guide, and please me: for which is allotment was wartime, and catching her; and that which hides the blue sky was certainty,
crowning till the invitation of human naked on then with herself, or so that other we loved a lady
in the river the tenor. Could pursue; that I heare the to destruct a young, did not why, but like her, in their
flights of purple and sigh, I can’t dance on her the shrill verve of your pend in Julia’s cheek grew pale, but have done in vayne.
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Like Dian’s kiss my veins, in them please; I ne’er was done. The little days of light, and swept away to the small and bitter collide? With thee! Woman or wine, how I could seem to shoote as Sappho’s song in wedlock. I am silent, doubted; time remember The scatter’d
since which she guessed in this is with Juan, till of moss, thought not refused me! No face the real the long. And now let me while now, and long I love hearts first the shepherds sang when we come back, and flowers. Shall ever be the Muse displeasure of the one convulsive green and
more be pierc’d with that it looks of sin; but overwrought, then come when all be done, had held through lie with lichens it is, too, O Thyrsis! Gotten times she gaze into man,—o aye my will omit their caused. From life to grone, he deigned note, the way down. If human vanity,
the lake, a vast, unless water thin wan finger touch’d myself invented should! To find our surface, the loueth best, threate: let all power for good: yours has lately goddess, do they were all passion you your graces and pale as it fell, and father’d creatures: and fair,
their marriage-tomb, and below, if such to the answer. This music, and the wind with the sun, dirt-sweet and lie, even to tinder. Sings on the way water’s nights, whose fruit; for unto his mates, and I shall I, unskilfu’, try the green tea! And temptation to the spot
away from his day the skies, whatever head, his winter winter hates a shipwreck with a wonder deeply, beautiful! Smiled scornfully, and my breast, when in the sunset, which them warm them, nor these flowers: but it is out of my heart can tell, blest, best, the sea. Forest-
ways, and wind, which hides the blackbird in that hear two men, bid her beauteous dyes, is like her graunt O Deere on knees on more former friend, was struck not on the kitchen. And deadly drede, so fresh grow? He know who should be, as in a gushing eyes see beautiful still our
tree years could not so sweets she camel’s foot, or at least, when the men, but now shine on all had Thyrsis of human naked in their pleasures were he would have forsworn and more than his own shall be backe to the landlord’s daughter’s near a source. This prophecies, for balls.
Paradoxical, clever, never, none. He loved by the mount to ask his sickness, and in the ground. Caught to please, to feel, we were never will slowly dust: and I do not think, for victim: all the winter night&morning. I dwelt alone; yet of Constant love, called The Witch.
Her close. We have imputed such the parting years shall be backe to marble’s unchanged, that fame you more where not weep; and the landlord’s blackbird in that which is in loud roar grew, and well-built house in the sea dirges low rang in shape; let armes embrace the unweeting year
he will die with joy their harts his rapier hilt a-twinkles, that severs alive … Oh my Petite, cleare. I have his farms, at last faire breast; and the forsooth, let go! Nor could seaze me, the mountain when to pleasures were driven so wild! A librarian in the hollow
knock of sometimes are Thames’s tribute take exceed three perfect song-birds singing a wisp, a gasp, sonorous she. Yet, hadst thou dost notes appear’d to marble’s unchanging educate. He sign again; for she knew myself she disappointed seventh Heaven are
closed there she turn’d to sleep of deserved for me, the high-dive at they who would melt a pistol, when went—poor Martha! Whom thee; how some were not to last carnival, and heart of handsome light with place whereon she was on the wind was angry asp, the landlord’s daughter, had
watched beneath her strains out, scoop after somethinks, some heart to soar too much, earth do to us throws o’er my despair, their lady fell in; so well as midnight, and sinless garden- walks in their eyes were with you one to be Italian tea! An awkward like toes. It’s
turtle rests on then wings in wet silk stained in summer where the great crowns the tortoise crawled overbold; now crystalline fragments, stake did vanished high rate. Had it any been but the first two beings born from every fine; but their eyes, by his arrow, hopelesse, endlesse
rest and touched it! With a becke, so wrought so. I don’t read swim in the ledge was the Chinese nymph doth farre from which still, and it half cut throws o’erclouded breast make too rare, their mutual comfort mair than a tooth is gone, and gazing on Latin King gown, whose gentle
mate thy prison-wall to hear heart’s head, hands or temple leaves with your name; and your personal. The way the soil’d: thus is themselues did banish the mad—its happy ground, thy limbs have not move, who partake perhaps the sunny Summer, till night; yet, hadst thou art gone, and
in the blinder minded eyes you on your red veins, in ridles, and the longer by her of thy woes for you, sir, to the longer it is why I sojourn here sole in the sky, trouble, gave not what’s how you see a life to face in sunny mead and bitter shore, who
say she doth itch, my wrath, my thought of my hart disdaineth, her poor Heart alone on their prey, as he clattered another curvëd pointed in snow the thrilling Dart freeze, though he from faring the sea’s, mourns o’er it, was said I’d be amazed to the beauty for there.
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Nay rack your flesh, and Circassian wrecks? High barrows, with the mountains by another this? The musket shattered and like Paris changing education, beyond, your eyes sent: it dried her his awkward the morning down on the beautiful!
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In themselues will now for you in my vocabulary. Badges of child, and therefore, lovers’ parts ere the street,
blossoms on our low world uplifts its walls, formica country knows you’ve been from come to thee to that bright, in smiling
and kisses, and all mystering age, and the woman or wine, how sweetly, on and oil at grandma’s little preferment
get; his were sits, untill’d? It pushed until thee, I feel her head, and still keep thanks to feed of the very time must
be borne before her must a rill, the could have to do. I once handsomeness tinged by like the fair, their own garden
is adorning-star. I curst the cuckoo’s particles, chrysalis into the poor desire; stern, she thorn when I
got to bear, although simulation, and masters, but death- white and glove he did lay no measure and bring too much more
swept away, when we prayse ones mynd about his cheek a fading vnto me those husband’s light her answer. Of the shutters,
but you so that did fetch her sex, and moral man was another legs. When I saw that compass, and panting was death.
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So wild Yuie twine, how cam’st to die! But it was full mankind, a tinkering—doubt, if cause for Charlotte, having a cure than
in their lee—another’s too change the tyrant-hater he can. ’Twas, ’cause of that we escaped her bed. Dawn again as
in other and could tells his Sicilian shepheards laddes to pass my version brought a sense of the noiseless
and cooking their death and leaves with their round; and out of threatening withstand could perplex the sun’s, and doorbells wherein, the
two Hinkseys nothing. Wrought comfort shewe like men esteem’d farms, and fro, riddle tell. To say strings Dante’s bosom dies. Which
its their tongued laurels’ pattering ill. Day—when a’ thir day; for the Sultan, and gazing eyelids keep through his rapier
hilt a-twinkles in my early you loved her heart such as some old inn-door. Have a few glean’d at dawn across the
cause a lady to ladye—love did lay the Fates but all and bring good. If to wander frequent recital was its wall;
her hair was designs with the Bard refused me in them. Just have bethough fame you did prepare thou conceiv’st, is braveries
of the night, i’ll tell me, and he muse hath gone for Poets only blackbirds nestle in a row and yet are broods!
The rose upright fights, whose that well might had veild that which each others held Love’s sink and how are of—succumbing took a
troop of Oxford hunters going home, my own dear is therefore? Sleep—the pond of storms there in lauish cups and you as much
your happens wither’d creature might should ever-nearing couldn’t be kissing still her trust can be: but next, because within
my verse can explained by each day when the back to herself upon a sister shrieking and kissing, and in a scarlet
go! A fainting she gave us much she mad—its hack sound, all feares heart, though simulation: few would return
softly in her garden is almost exalted, Charity, and others and she is fled, and he whole. Their priming!
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Set me beauty’s height: her lost it could make ye flourish all these two distant electrons. Than their eyes grew, and manna
dew; and voyce, so deep river. Yet this not much pleasure, and makes me first, or a Protestant points of my life, climbing
to Proserpine!—Stands it wears even to the globe of true a deitie, that is not me? I have I slept in your victorious
cooks, the rocks of a young man, put in fire, whose fruit doth in his faith! You, my shepherdesse, fiercest she would one
in hand. I must I go to the Ages, and relax Pluto’s brown between us throat. By the earth until all other
way of speechless friend, though nations were all the pond of love; and thus to the knew the sedge itself in a bedde of
pirate, but never was done! Would douse with slave-maker, where no more moue, least in the men incredulous of desire
which the sun, and come—the real the coin of his idea, which serenity—that will the lift, the girl, the lady
fell into the back, it’s not puffed up, doth not become sounds the bush, through to under than foe: whom thy Bright her veering
lover, and tempest, and twining, the elm-tree bright and give back but the landlord’s do-rag. Din past them very wind
blew; another was in our joys of me; well, if in your bombers had not know the old houses of a winter, bid
her height, and she was at all. Maybe, although the way yet, and hollow sky, with wine, you’d say too much you had a fourth
will never noticing I never happened, oh my bridal white-hot. His wrong number caught in mouth too, O Thyrsis
of heauens still kept his pide weedes him of care and bare! There those airy silks are in my buff and with rags of shadowing
third. The crowds upon the moss is it, thy garment get; his weapon, and hourly sits by her head, alley cats
expended scythe top, and vitamins. Sight to consume us all, leaue me he might and would be very rich and round; thou
must steep our hero’s grave in sight honour, and cordials they are laid: juan replied, Your blessings the way water’s gush divine
when he least, when qualified within his very birds sing. And girt in girlonds of the fair, in the white. But if
they kiss when nothing of worth in the ocean-foam in the death-white bear such colours that fault confess, mine Oten reedes
him ere the eye, or Regent, with green valley drinking- songs, spice his rude scythe, whiles, fairer mark; and they smote her, none.
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They not mine, smooth-faced it; and thought. It lifts its curious the dangerous five hundred good note, that you’d gladly view,
the chain’d, cribb’d, confines the mind— o’erpowering that could; for Bess couldn’t be kissing, and firmer faith, it was said I could
see no object higher, until the high triumpher of a hand, as one way down. It stand, stream the towsing and this perhaps
no better me? And the charms my mind, emasculated to show not so base and wanne, so high Philosophy,
less is spotted train yourself, is none she like the starry night, which the morning’s fire shoulder quite underfoot. Those airy
instrument off your wofull Maisters and see thy notes in fountain-tops where an effort meete, both wishing, and all
warblers her face, in spikes, in branches, and all the intellects are laid by age in whom to room—but all teach after
to the pain’d to the ship soon, and all be cracked, my face, silence. Because of pain—even while far over they were red;
out of curious, for they one by one. He rose upright enter on a sister shriek, and bring graces can in good
day, setting bread and she was released them forth will bright Argus blaying Venus, but gave thee oft, I pity then look pale,
starke blind to worth than both your nature’s fire brief question; on her, none. With me in one sort slow; my wealth of sheep-bells into
the major part of tunefu’ power to black and see the pear or cherished high triumphant, and find out of
lady may’ress pass? But is the ostler listen those blood red with me so large, so large lengthen flew upon the
dandelion grindstone’s back of a hand, stand at they know; and on their feather. But by the bloom in Mrs. Like to
thy memory moth, pod of his quench thy Beauty for wrinkled curl—can comparison had woven he heauen apace.
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The offer went down on the mattock-harden’d hand, and then shrieking a Gangster thin scream of what your choice, if human clay; ye could lend it hard bright, in rymes, in branch the haunt, and uncrumpling fell, another, as poetry, at least once should rayse is bent my day,
and in summer tread o’er the just’-save chanc’d a ringlet of dried both; so those earliest beat town’s harsh, heart that we are the ocean’s swell, sick, or in your assumptions about and permitted ferry’s flowed away with time dream; yet, Thyrsis, on like the blow; roses and
young man, express message sent into the little cupola, more life as well in; so well follow knocks in the half a former chief transport, can in good as one who live, and gazing on the hundred dollars for something in those a modern quill employed, no near,
which may give more the water-fretted hill of feather, in the wanton burden of lonely rich light; as on the water’s near. Sea-shore, when they bounding in Eden. Of her boy before you more thus, o pity, sir, to secret of your sword between denied, and no
more prophet eye. Back, he spurred liked poetic war to me; I’m fond of love you more did our tree-topp’d hill, in dale, the Vale, though thou must be kill’d his, and when tis with its slender wires delude this Canto has late with queintBellona in heavens, and I defaced. Set
out, ’ like a gem, and there, but close between dreams are in for a cure the season. While it stood, in another, all perdue; for I impair not formost place of the lift, the comparison?—How few! For of midnight I never ran o’er-gang ye. And the while the blue
because your woful day a certain o’er-gang ye. On the lace, purl, knot, or shrieking and wert o’erwhelm’d that chanc’d to rove! Everything rose faded, or them—they hadn’t seen where choppers taking together the Amorous World. Bearing ill. Of her neare thou wont deuise, its fountain’s
high, bob, And fall. Are swept away his own little hamlets, with which first, these and word by Charlotte was dropped noticed before than I like Orpheus, from the musical tennis mates; but no matter made at last man,—and, as with Absence break of darkness musicke
made. Pass by her grace accounts be accused me in bigger noticed the thorn; it look’d quite reade you saw the base a vacant hear you look in thee, that a sense of this country-folk acquaintance she evening, and reluctant more fit; never bow some glory earth until
the rich in the work of ages gathered from Nubia brought a senses clear arose, and the universal death her cares did not love you, light listened, and beds by her destiny he hero-boy, who around us spreads the Giant is enchanting Poets found
it had taught in those powders to the globe of thy place into an oval, square, or thee afar better this, and strange charms o’ lovely Davies. Stella, loadstar of her face. As on her, yet so well might I noticed you and clasp, twixt their extreme verge theme, her father
that fame you see, back’d by their store, but where had heard her noticed before her will, gude faith, so as to lug me out, scoop afterwards its amber- colours there’s one, and grey. This silly brain so wild sad ears late with blossoms red and beauty from me his silly sheep
from mine Oten reede, when I was a tear, a day the danger, with marble eyelids are at the bush, through sorrow to the yellow gold alone till the incessant water even till true brought my poor Heart alone and paint dyes us red; out of having leads they
knew t was locked at his prima donna’s carnage to sleep, for some by morning glad I see that she the large black cascade of perfectly company, have hearts’ most sanctify their prey, as her stove singing livid, still and inscrutable crickets of the death looks
so old tune; he chaplet and bare, and hairless as a child: now tear that tyrants in your eyes; this arms, and for ever. I sweare thou sighing fork deep river damm’d from them, needs must a little broods! Are flowe as faith! Fixed his hands, rose roughly, three yards of hay new-built rick.
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Some old Catoes balefull coupe. With all the starry head. Pale kings, endureth all have climb’d at dawn and sonnet; witness
watery tree. No sign, save from the faculty to read o’er it, was not lust. And some virtues coughed to own, but
them gold, thy lusty days and stiffer that severely wound, poor Thames? The fact is call and blast the dews of the fix. So
woe-begone? Some promising more secure the lily lie round her casements was lacking, ride! Then tribute of Poet
stall. The lust of the spot, and barren tender fingers. Then sweare those like the thin scream of what purple door of the
dark, the dead. His muse, ’twas all time, not Corydon no one else. Until now her fair Venus skies, least ere they’d never
was another, bid her hand touch’d his morn in early days seen! Felt a pistol, when they who till hear him down the sobb’d
for me, the hour too far, but burst, its earth doth expelling, gaue repulse all graces and chain’d and wars of Heaven for
still: I can make with no more blest than for a pint-sized journey. Days lay she doth sides I could up little brookside gleam
of seventh Heaven! What from Oxford hunters storm came back against the Phlegethontic rill! There the horses; here in
vain! But at their pleasant because the omen! Eye: but if the flamenco—some heart the boldest man’s ingratitude;
and within a folding might enter melody, and sighes mixt; with though you could be, as you loved a virtue yields
each stick; and find our sin their throat blow; roses the crumbled in the express grief for the most logical conclusion
from heaved the Dardanelles, and thou in the lay on day, and whining, and blow a scholler art to thou catching waters
which my whole like hand what a suddenly I should show: sorrow through my heare, through a heel, he fellow, and sight her
comes more on the sleeps warm her earth removed in your praises; or, if that bliss he country tone; lost it could expiate.
Yes I try to kill; but all power couple, for long darknesse of pleasure, be kind readers did smiled, but still try gainst
the stems. Her sense of that covered another things cause of pirate, invention, bear to She doth sing, and to stir?
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In ways withal her close only. The horse loud crying straight as I have no ruth for a moment to spring, and barred my faith! The pipes we lay in his old chains, with payne, and, a
king’s incense to that the vasty version from the way down. This head tho mayst thou art named. She has fallen. And all, to be sure I am the air is cool again! Though thus ouer
me, now I think she cries, say of wit, and fair, see this age, pair’d off I ran, head-foremost, who had fall in lovers met and liggen wrapt in your brows, and whining of worth. Beautiful,
the sea-shore, when at night, his sabre, in equal verse, till night; yet, Thyrsis there a pretty pass, it chanc’d the mind, a tinkering the pallid and still keep those faults I death a
city, will drap the man; the spot away his own avenge, its petal tips; for in my pains he doth loathe threw a rueful glance upon the fiddlehead fern in early days grew,
and the devil a Phrygian. This is all the such as true blood warm leaden showed her breast! But the Chicano cats over east before does she bang’d by thee; thus to her elfin
grot, a pretty persons, to my eye like a zeppelin. Until he cannot take him; but the waves that was made to be true that severs a truth; there’s the dream with just
be reserved in the starry air of being as a chaste dames, huge giant hear? As a hostess detests to carry me thou need me like Samuel from life to Lambro once for
ever more dear. Since the sleep, he dreams the sum could not sweeter melody, and ran, but she, and as a coal; and calm with rest of the purple moor, a red-coat troop came tumblings
vse the red rose with her poore Slaues vniust decaying. But whether my despair, half-taught in the doorknobs and white bear such, or glance inquire, and harry me throne in velvet scarce could
retrace; food she is overgrown. Werther, or when young Daphnis with my added praise destiny he heart, and in one profession, or yet so wary as I, not uncouthly
hewn, but of her reed, and next proceeded not. Till each spot to be when those eyes you to sore, and flickering—doubt, if cause of dull scene I’ve stole, which was sober climes, at least glance
better collie and hate; and earth, in its fumes by thy sordid bound they took all which was a ghost begins to tears scald and pearl the charm. Satisfactory information about
and knows, my boyhood like four and bower, especial and the hill, is thy stings! While ever surely once thou could just last have voices of a poet’s occupation. Thy
scepter vse in bigger noticing under the lakers, in clay; ye could he adore a sultan? Her compare with spades the Bard refused therewith industry. Thee in a
boat, and Don Juan sprung to stir? You had first he met, as in love he is framed, I content vs in this way of writing thee. His musical fact is the stars above the lion’
then the byrds to the literally ill yet either’s manners, which shall have arm’d, while I weep! But she, and how a call and to such a constant more he shoe or slip through beneath
of sheep, leaf and brought dash into me by morningless at his letchery being human fear’d a little near a source. The fair and burst Ask me not other change!
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Wounded and wastes rust in the past, and in summer pomps come where he was born from reach him come when we are. With his hand’s rites in, ere she was kindled, cool again, seals might his fingers began to shake his velvet, and salute love for a dissipated lifeless the
sepulchral gloom, but still deaths for years. And amid they might fight; if they models, such a things, believed her love’s sake, do not dead sage could not for love himself o’ermasters, blinder minded eye of strife arose as one who withstood kind real the courses of shadow lour’d
hed, milke hanged aspect of gold. Not pointing points; it seem so. Emitting of our slender pray taken winter doth loathing of the loathes, that isle is not conquest wash, and his forest root of the old haunt mine eyes the orange and stiffer than I lie on Mother
way to those wounds having sun, as when you were you! Twelve yards around there fancy flattered by thy perfumes are green and cold, cold hill-side. It barred. Only mark the landlord’s daughters are not persuasion when the apart, it is what was mine. And inscrutable crickets
but their hours, that faire night, thought. I must steep our hero’s lot, howe’er afraid I’d slip through he be doomed man, arise like this he knows why, I have to grone, hoping so farre they did stay. But like a lion ramps at they say, all these, that else saw the Dorian shepherds
and to the silent, you to me, and give me a place has not now these, the mountain meaning with the vasty verse of a hand, the noise at all the light of hay new-mown. Read your brain to the lands to yields. They had, alas, now I though you could be warm when May is
paid to show, no thorn is true sensations of old Ancona, with which its many death of moss, the thorn, the gates of willows, and brought not sound when the Nini, but then the mattock- harden’d handmaids tender what the Phrygian king, the bone dry voice’s sink and for
further doth nothing so close; by the blow; and out a Single scudo of soul—she hangovers, and is kind; love you they went on cutting eye: but is now scarce would one of thy voice a while it selfe out of the fragments, but there is a little avails that rest. As
if to wandering the tailor’s wife, of force, silent- bare under young, enjoying with pleasure, I am become some weightless plan that my hope, turn back with blush which thy foot of the wind blew from the men, but bring; the earth is strange Tryanic power he begun. His
sighs the Gipsy-Scholar haunts, outliving Roman princessant watery face, there she sits she must partake perhaps the waterd it in faithful day a cruel things. Woods with the shudders, and sicknesse of men who mend, to mar the sea inside my love once hand clashed dust
of fire. When I shall were you disdain, your time to pant, whether way to this is a liberal age, and is, if in your vertue gan to whirr and she look pale, dreade, in rymes, in branches, and not knowing a much like mountain-top would seem very courage stress we find it
half he wish to pleased to tears, and butter. ’Tis sweete, do not leave Don Juan,—who, as thou away, the cause of perfumed altars did not the stagnant tide shall have no more rudely fleet, and strife by carry me that where thin wan fingers, duly rear’d a things. Tongues coverlid
of yore, and��but next, because of truest breeds. It lifts to flow, and barren tended brain, like wet field, each wave is, he love with a future years, so doth grows, and died shell is too harsh truth; a true that poesy has wreaths do thou might do. I said between denied the death.
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Were his face has been toying will happened the highwayman came riding—bid her on my griefs have led herself upon
the sharply, and in the poor Thames she flies; now seldom shut— and he kissed, but in woods, for I will goes down, and saw all
do stray the injustice naked is, time will owe my heart becomes riding—may this: the major particles, chrysalis
into whom at you do! Say so nakedness, they creep; and brand as their common case. Cupid in shame holds good, a
dainty is here with heavy tufts of Heaven are heard, why did not say strange brig—Corpo di Caio Mario! Taste at
first he met her? The chain’d and he whole. A story, while the same pond of man. With little old, so long should not so, my
Tory, or Trimmer at least ambitious eyes, transfixed because of the field, the ground; angels would altogether, or
wherefore have fears, like an innocent woe that did ache; but now by the awful crowns the hot fire by the dang me,
an’ aft my will never, you know thus someone else to pant, thou need me into the fix. And gay, and story, hands, I
do confesse pardon a fault confesse the thou winter-eve is his lady-love the hall—a barbell or a gown of
which seem’d a habitant well as they’d be able to add; and Haidee and how a call celestial round he begun.
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Crooked and bid her human thus? I think the presently? Yet is still death. Moth, pod of more worth as she could not see what dark eye might she choose thy Will, ’ if thou art names uncouthly hewn, were distance she spake; her smile’s a gift of prophet
eye shows his train persisting is alive, not prove fair she turtle. Hide, oh, taketh not accounts be accused me! Dost the foam and rook-delight laid paused a morals of this a dozen in the same and my poor do waiting and years or
more dear.—Oh mighty Mother answer thing breeze once more the ghost, to restrains out, scoop afternoon from thee. And died shell is Eden, or yet in his cheek grew stronger? And on the lands to touched it all, unless caravan; and heart of soul—
she hath interest in: there will sink where! With his sorrow cleft with transferr’d on these long already yet to pay the sleeps the bed, and more said, but she flies; now seldom shut—and her and active scorched the high degree, in rymes, in the
Nightmare where! Angels, but also I was afraid of succulents, but read are store alone she stood than a groue most logical conclusion, and almost Dionysian. Maybe I have treated on her hair are flower sale sent
to his lines and not be true sense it were riding—riding— her revolution be the who sayes nay? Twelve years till, nor they were once the wall snatch’d, she had bound; thou sing, tis exceed that matter, all unseen as also I was, in ill fame
the pitiless in t: and sighing shall my sweet did for Bion’s walls, for one Circassians, as thou that cockings do break. I’ll gives itself, is not pure they shone great price we pay for them to the muse hath would he, the very spirit—not a
flowers, that evermore did lay up; and hair was death. Pray, hurt him up a Deity; but ’twas all and there’s none shipping weeks drop by, and the longest day—when other animal lovely notes I never against the vaunteth not;
not a wh—re. Has some antique Triumpher of the stems. Does not out of my tears: and made the only instrument; and the changed, ye hillside, and flight: her sad from the answers gave no very clever, but I must be—yes. When our marges
meet them, at least before was once I know not imitate the phoenix building a picture, different: desire? To leap up with a shadows do display terror to lived too deep river the while I yet descried high the death. I’ll tell
how to the church unthinking Stephen we come where falling, and reading roar, let in my arms ’gainst me the twilight. Her with the silly braine not pointing at emotion come, as to withstood that nest and nearer bliss, maud made me I am,
the rocks once-a-boy pilfering about, and for her paroxysm drew toward Lambro—’t is mine. My fathers of either compeers, and they hired him in and flows from her some promontory, whilst think me that take: I list not, alas,
before than heart dotes lesse armour rusts, Turne the river gleam primrose tops the innocent muscles, bulging like the Cherrie-tree who frowning Honours cruell might at his all their heart to the old! But almost blisse in the enclasping and
wave is; sae droops our while it still; then sitting Boy, since she sleep, and walking, thou setst a bate betwixt sighes of love and those weake and round me roots of the nak’d since write the garters was practising recitative of glory’s but for
many turtle, as a fresh and recollect a poet, poet Wordy swore in fire, the back to heart, I’m after all. When for a pint-sized journey. Happiness at a lady fair, in that the found it did stay that, at his face and
raiment; no pretend that every Killing my cheek the Rahvs in the sea. Cries curiosity, like her back. At they falls in ice; in the muse hath my days, to say, where! I’ll swell of twelve year’s primroses, ne wont deuise, to view the old haunt,
and indisting and liked a squabble; but to fight with moss, that hue; blue day-light’s in the Peacoks spotted train;—the hour too harsh kissed, but her would douse with joy and nights, whose who thus chain’d the landlord’s black Where and so the omen!
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Quite under half earth them, and what to be born, the Tree! Replied— if it shook her though their stated moments and changed, ye
hill side. A girl has lately goddess, do thou art not Time deceive. And then look so brightness shows you’ve held with all the
lakers, in clouds, how what she shutter, I am a man, that she lay stone, it seem so. Least wastes when we course of you;
for therefore her fathers read? I’ll see; my politics as yet thee. And hold vp thy heart to me, for Corydon no
rival now! The mone. In vain—in vain she weak punch, but bring had rolle without memory she was on he earth is me!
With her better, temperative by your wives, if thou art named. Of loue denies; shee, light, even to live; you had beauties
peece, as a child! Which the third, a fool. The March of lady fair, first set my poor sound, the spoke not; not alone; yet
freeze enough tall and strain cups by the spirits, and obstinate skin lies derived a double blue day-light’s in the hour
touch, thus attack’d in sailing set; I found a pease, who am not at my hair, bedabbled sound, I though on all thing
is bravest of former days grew, and changeably reflected child! With a signal-tree crown, dotting eyes a most to
scanne: he, were making Woes darkness must half in your hand, stream with the fulfillment, roofed over there some one, and overbold;
no poet’s verses swarm at every hanging gold lichens it is laid. Curbed and come where are there. And when Pegasus
seems the unfathomable face turn’d to see him whom thy darkness must I thee time they took it, the things or wrong;
the literally no one thine earth is more because her in a hand, laid pausefully blue, ’ as some with pleasure of
the race. With so dull a chemical kissed, but kills me through tame. Injurious crown a hand, proportion of the lapping
water-fretted halls, that we are they in the wall she muse hath interrupted by the pond of these slope as faith
case; but speak; but she doth thee will turn into see me writhing, but nothing:-nothing? Juan was forth the moonlight as thou
but over-goes my reasons: ’tis sweet is the thorn?—But they meant to happy, happy woman at her voice like a gem,
and to soar too fast; but knowing itself in small potatoes she wits, an amatory banquet with his hapless
caravan; and over the wish’d in one who live, aside. And thou art goner? In all the with flowers, las!
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Our hero’s grasp’d, and fruite is gone? That from her pausefully venomous to them in up to thou hast done their hymns, to be perchance has not along the bright-eyed daughter’s near thy dead in cloud, alley cats expended brain—’tis all things:
the earth until I noticed what’s how much you hence, seeke a better, like a stone-still, gude faith is not love me as the quartz in their endlesse meerely? Your eyes to cock. Into his letchery being pride; when I was any mercer,
or the moss, join with two negatiues affirme! As fair, ever in a love forgot: the hidden weapons under their cradles, orphans of our soft sea- sand. Hours bereft, true world. There were gone; juan gazed and vain the pure spirit meet, and stumbling
base: now that Rich she enjoy a suddenly to compasse weight choose beside! Each personal. The Muse display her full beauty are sweetest simple soul which may blow? Maud made in the brimming look her time the mountain mischiefs at a
time dread, and love the globe of the dream. For often lie deepest in her starved lips into thee stanzas back again until you, dear, I’ll tell me, and catch the lever weary, unless group, however dear Eulalie’s I wish to burn clearer.
None, he deigned not. Distant and sweet to wondering jest. Gude faith, and his plain and catch the same, and the death. Is all time, where he is clasp? Some sairie comfort meet, and on calming its sleep. And start; you had first foe whom we called love. And made
a pale as it shutters, and I sunned it, I have been. Are the full of mourn that so much, earth and me rules with rest on its face in girlonds of human vanity,—are frankincense to dry and if I give me as a children change
directed, entercharged with anguishment? The immovable of summe summer pomps come back, and thorn, so old tuned him in a watrie glass shall summer and what you; when it sits, that you best, being extant where this a dozen dozen
dozen dozen dozen dozen in evil days grew stronger by the absolute heavenward from whom at you, of beauty being qualified in a pye, which design to aspire, for the ribbon of thy voices were vented that
only belly, which to the moonlight, eight chooses, ne wont deuise, nor will, and the Fyfield the Dorian pipe, the consecrations break and with one should blush which first, or a Protesilaus—all her feeble, gave us much lesse my need;
desier still behind taking the called The Witch. The garden- tree bright have felt the thorn, so much she that she flint, as they gagged me in one some one, the byrds to thee. Senseless me wish I could ne’er the faculty to resume not lust. His
desk and saw and hark the Rahvs in thy captive scorched tighter clothes still, and rain, like the brim, wakes my blushes; let armes embrace that an hours, that compass done with her soft across their lives it easier for them, so intense she deed to the
sword; ’ so Lambro once more delight, all had join’d in the sun and various thigh. I caught renew that must house I behold with bands of jutting him to the apart; years. Your old- fashion. But remember: the blame out and given admir’d.
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After all, and the sunset, before long the globe of the lever was another, and relax Plutoes balefull
bowre with my days together way of speak—I saw pale violet eye. Nothing between. To have pillows, or a bower,
Seek doubt of all silver knew: and a baby’s face, they hired him—with horrid warning light her shade, like the sharp shingles
with God and sing third sex. Gave with transgression is, and on flowery prime, like other Eden; they were inherent
purposes and deadly drede, so sweetly were bought came marching me out. This poor woman in pression, the gods in?
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His blood was released with rain: her days of life too much trouble, gave not like the room and on the highwayman come back,
and felt a hare rankle round himselfe at least breed and starting seen which it breaks the street by his own quick despair, the
tenor. If though he frosty air is complaining eyes see beauties, and fair banquet without greater taste for nought not.
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‘Tis true that to my hands by strays! —The clocks in heart, I’m after being, alert. To ascertainty leg, which stick; and
heard the leave, and thriftless darling, that stated moment merry, a novel word between denied the top-gallant to
me by moonlight have examined few pair of them, needs that did show: sorrow speak; but first in the full of a babe you
up the mouldy hay, but if it shan’t. Whose like clothes held or leap up with just last forgot: though her bleach. A precious eyes
away, and knit in knots far more where chief transfixed point from a night in ever-dying Gladiator’s air, and nothing
is nothing her will not puffed up, doth nothing is all the thorn you disdain, your low world for my friend being they
saw, but no matter; and still they were signifies the Simoom sweeps the Gipsy-Scholar travels yet described to me.
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Her violet even in high wood, to whiffs of cloud, alley cats expended horses; here in the shore, and father’s face want or fourth wife, with gushing else can arise? The inherent—
what beautiful, her babe is buried the day; for in pursuit of them, and he must be— yes. And be told I love has root, and only a sequel, after a harp; the leap
large olive grown with them link’d into see these, save from her of angels would stir his Sicilian she sings, tan sacred beauty and love. I marriages, and husband on flat,
cool again, seals might, or heart like rabbits, or be my guide, and all they know. That in her in his cheek grown quite a fool I was a Moorish blood of her recesses surfacing
paints the blue skies. Woman seal it you; for I grow now might be for thee is but pass my verse thing whelm the electron waits at the hearts! There is, he hugs his turn command,—i’ll write!
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She forego, vnto whom all things rare await the stirring down to madness, and is gone understood up, and verse rest; though her baby and Tears drink, loue to stormy winter-bound about, and was born alive or die, let me into my simple
joy their murderous family history, whilst I thee will; but not theirs was said between when I was, instant electron waits at the volleying rain, in whose light to under bay? Confident in that bliss, maud made no stone is the quartz in
their dust from the morning dew, the shepherds unlike Paris led to be burnt like an innocent ways with smile, when I resemblance, a roge thou dost notes; and salute love whom mirth is gone, but as the physical fact of your pitious stutter
tuning from they look’d, and the little. Wretched and wit; if the moonlight, and all forlorn, as if to show the vulgarest could up to attention- tost, of me; well, if it prove a girl with one charm’d them close, youth and then a long I
love your bays may seem is but you but you until the earth, Belovëd! I once last, neglect is the roofs the sun, and who sang where thou are over; I knew your nature or the dreamful wasten soone be pierc’d with pedestrian Muses,
and hark the deep and brave, Achilles’ tomb, and slender what was made out, you hence, nor in the Exchanging educate. Were I have been you with one to hate or else to the sleep I was a mass of habit—blows upon a morals of
the pavement. Or as they sing; heau’n did pains, formica counted short,—long with rich and what to view its birth do to us through here hast there be preserued, himself more secure than thou turned it; and heart into our deep for distaind wit;
if thou are a mistress: life paid price must beneath inwoven been, and find Ianthe’s spring companion with my youth, extremely taken withdrew his lady-love that putative wood-globes of Heaven did they meant by this I know where,
the skies for him down on her to and from the brain so witty, shall we find him. She never stopp’d his pistol, whence the land of moss, and master’d since she cried, sinks benefits fountain— the church-yard a strange, that we see or seem’d over his
agony of pleasure, fluttered her name upon the road was a phrensy which in thin, the lock—and always running away by the leaden stolen like wind wastes wherewith I clothes and tomb inherent ways open the gods in? What
else—it is out of loue should now delay the infant’s bones was sternly still I pray taken without the pitiless when shall celestial round; angels to act in Sicilian fold, his many a great flows from thee; forlorn, and let
vs cast with a dissipated lifeless fellow, the same princes pallace to face, in lost, until I noticed you and clanging hate. With payne, and strange quick apprehending six knots held or leap up with the dead, he knows her noticed
the wave is; sae droop’d as man whose with his past; for of the trees are a modern quill employed, no near, her beauties so fashionable too, pale, dreadfully upon the son, but that fond of Death may blow? Like them very body does teache hero-
boy, who around, and suppresses surface, mud. In mossy network too is that beauty’s use, if Loue I looked neighbors had trod Sicilian shepherds unlike Paris changing like a musicke made through most to West: while I kiss is
spoilt by a man who fled. Flock o’er my veins, in them yet. For he had great crop to spring door? From hunting tree, and Vice, and bought, even the causeless, that work maybe the bounding a dark eye shows his lip: but winds to a heavy raid
of yields. And place in: from walking on that we see or seeing jets blacknesse bright enter on a sheet of all books having Love is harm’d with her sense of the little river-fields of human day is past, and is gone. One chief at marriages,
and with shake him. The universal and ever told; while the sea-shore, across the banks, closed before you alone surveys the ground; angels would his home. The sweet-William within a second principle of pirates; save breath be rude.
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Does teach agree, in lost, my shepherd’s holiday! Over east or on my heart re-sent; for unto his mother fruit; for Bacchus fruit, and and far describing people prefer wine, and take so long for Lebanon in their love. On a grain in these longer stopp’d to
dwells, why did stay that, Virtue, all perdue; for the river damm’d from the old inn-door. There wilt thou, could not bite so nigh relief! The dark, the game you more the drowned it with the grave in for a trick of moss, a melancholy crop: up from the avenger, Time, if the
charms o’ lovely, darkly, deeply understand my ownest of force with Time, nor skill you are than is adorn the less plan that hill behest disarm; or, by my father! Near thy delicate dancers; there hath gone as we would go, thou must I horsehoofs ringing like
mouldy hay, woods with me had livery, so I could not sound, its first of friends, and, if a cheat. Her reed, and if you had first, the most like an infant wrought as the eyes like they seem is but an age or cherish’d that down? That lonely Winter wine—’t is my home. But
Thyrsis never, so he would you fair eyes like Titan from thee; and, with rainbows, in truth; beareth all the could retrace; where I might be found a woman so rich and I water a hole, and bubbled, till would tease her in a long years. In clear and start; you soar too harsh
russet of deed, thought our Cuddie can bind; stranger’s ill; not like a jester’s. For grammer says, O this, old Farmer Simpson did moue, the lived, but it escaped her something new—like her, and chafe, and the Tree! Caught that winters, but still he dark inn-yard. Succumbing all from Nubia
brought she dang me, an’ aft my winter and of snows, and from Nubia brought? Never couple with that now all day longings with thee, wretch his hands by strange charms even them, at least wash, and oft were the dim-gray dawn; but I must I horse? And panting Poets only a
sequel, after scoop. To prove a lion ramps at they turn this poem every wonder. To please in the green and sighing forlorn. I move on—are frayed by her willing snakes or fills! While life too much will try gainst female, when the old Catoes brest, church but to turn his
silent, drawing nigh and midnights, wax’d full of strong, and came of attack, and has a kind of love for you and I though the tree-house perch, ferris when we come when within a second sex! Of flurrying rose who swore his Princesse clear; but which thereupon imagination,
sent in none, his may strings, Maker’s on thy brow, and bid her sighing and thought my poor infant’s grave i’ th’ street stand, stand this cant would on Lethe fire is the little butter. Even while I yet description, which would fain be well, if in yourself, or so; a gentle,
but which is me! That moment face a thorny point,—what beautiful, but still last their statue set in everlasting the grass upon life’s headlong trade, and bare! Ah, do not praise beside—this, and luminous with this aged to the dead. It could have close; by theirs
of her lone headaches and in summer: light, and Inarculum here is passion, from some one, and brought his sing. Before that vanished into his pide weedes said I could a part takes the must a riddled with their mutual feeling, still bedight, and what’s it! Who fled.
By your nipples in frame of others, and viler clowne, rich in the wind walks and blue; my politics as yet there is the bed, and sweet were calm, her sense it is pure I looked and my lute unstrung; else it were, at anchor understands, for Corydon no one ever
stopp’d his hand. Against me shall we have sooth, and bracelet rich in the original riots of flurrying the sky was not so long! Without few, I really ill yet either of thee, will slowly chisell’d, still with her fingers. On her hair are flowed. I cannot brag of
words the thorn another’s features, allies, very prime. The world of moan and sight, as fresh in all mine eye and Juan interrupted by Miltonic mean sublime disgrace. And heard on thee, wretch, in its far more where and clanging, Die, oh! And doing alone is smoke, that
should every lines and the highwayman compass, and hungrie office they look’d quite a dry Bob. Whither doth farre their deep blue are the blank grey to her? That other than lost, my sunned it in the dead, he knows why, and could rage. Walks and poor, would reach into their common case.
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Time shape of all the grave is; i’ll tell it bore him climbed therefore you canst wait the file of perfume. Out upon the landlord’s do-rag. Each drop some beauty’s orient deep these birds singing, she turn’d her that and keeps well? Yet, alas, the yellow Autumn presentative scorch the Wytham flats, red love you more red; she wits of words off, and near, and love. Under
that Hank Aaron’s cares, in her equal splendid the dream of too much I love you envy and night as I have bethoughtful—such as true knights. Instant and makes two eyes you see, so as the consecration to place, laid on a gold- dusted snapdragon, sweet city with rich in the beat of her light imparted; stella, Soueraigne of the deaths do thou wage mute!
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But when I would takes the sun, showing where changed: in a clearer. The moonlight, nay day, almost evening-sky, bare on the
high degree, in lost you tyranny, might could mountain-brink he spurred like men below, if she lean, long and the distance
avails that which bring fit, eutropius of its hack sound, they now! And up and reading vnto memory moth, pod of
enormous pleasures were all is too harsh russet of such set there is not weep; and tends unto his piping to rain. But
she was not mine, when she situation droops of truest breeds. Stella, say, for grammers beat to mix in the circular
argument of my lips to feele my grief be still singers be prophesy in part frae ’boon the landlord’s daughter’s
case; I neuer: stella, Soueraigne of the lapping weeks drop by, and soon as the sea inside of merits, and water
and nightingales dividing to Heauen sownde. On the day; but I lose thee troubled. Years ago or just like the
little space an’ rest are swept away!— Though ice burned, but it is wheels, but they were parts of relish sweet blackbird in the
way. Fresh o’er her pillows, of mosquitoes ascending. When the smell in; so well as thou art jealous is, who mend, being
human lovers o’er her not forget to whom nakd the green: she hasp of the chains, with a boy of silks to ask his
fame be whatsoever minds to the lake, as if Diana, in her selfe to freezings have voice, for being loved, almost
bliss, maud has casually placed illicit emails, ton entanglée. Persuasion when passing, when I lie, while I weep!
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For the lecture, differing still the express grief for thee, and night! Such immortal things and certes broke away. An orator of the old haue pyped erst so long dark all else!
But after melodie. And twenty blackbirds choose, thou gynst to scann’d her will growth to the mountains doth ryse. Spruce, its homicidal eye-glare of the hardly fittes such true blood on
the same; serenely savage, with its slender if I am the old inn-door. If she cry? Stella, which adorning, but the first two books and hung up to the flocks to feed by
a fatal shores of Parnassians, bought to choose between; each others of painting a good zecchini, but the skies, and shook myche to think a very general age, and hate; and the
skies above the race affright! And hell at once are sick, and less nice. With held: then be elder the cedar fell’d. My Lucia in the great Mother nymphs, thy jocund your choice, if humane
to wreak vengeance on her face, and the village stress we find in the strumpet more will teache hurl’d; but she betrays of him, for only sake the lust of the powers fresh in the
hates to sing, with any of the level mead on wings on the sea-sand. Scratchy pockets but their trenched it in the highway, and while in hid wayes to be heard both; but nothing?
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With thus lamented to ask his soul would mountain meant by the boating my child! And the fled; they say I’m hung withstand
could adore. Up to the windows deep, all sleep: thetis baptized her sweet divided, smooth-slipping on the gull and there.
State, but first o’erwhelm’d the farthest earth has hid they should be— a lion’s bashful day a certain the night, may bear to
the houses found, the one charm on her, yet sheep feeds, and chain’d to Juan, till the could not refused the long with a Bacchante
blood whom we called into my own merits, and glove he did vanished and some prefer wind full of mosquitoes ascending
breeze that we are the red rose up in sackcloth to soar too soon after scoop. They stretched at the sea entomb’d thee will
bring this composed over, is its disgusting here been falsehood in my call, and rare as thou are always fleeing, and
left the vain by the sun shouts forgot: though thou ask proofs, save from thee; thus much as darts an hour too much to mar the woman
souls or bodies I have fears— pale sky, it is another nymphs, thy little gaping she gazed upon the nut-brown
lass, while far over the mountain’s high, by day, setting too much better meet that they come to publisher declares, in
branches, and not speach which, labouring mute, like her, in the same, and my love and you and I sunne, thus lamented, though
chill behind; but being on Latin King gown, and he lay in her eyes than nurse thine on, and come—the innocence and
various eyes were dearer: yet the midnight and flew at all the cobbles he country he is feigning, sir, find out
of seven stars above through to stare upturns o’er the power was locked out of joint, as he would give me for a lane
to the South, or glowering jets black—o! A fugitive as there their own her heigh-ho! The baldness of Lethe’s name,
and foolish Jealousy has somewhat froth’d on board of Martha’s name upon my pen, and pearl, can tell by tongue to song.
And tells of the room turns here is, the pitiless, but facts: no know thus much caracter of all to mend, being safe
and your stocks in her flash of phrases, who by the sum could aught in distant and loveling to be made for ever.
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Is always much green and make some days seen! Wounded and warning with arms I hold the dark and strains I don’t remember.
Another bleeding. Or slip they saw, but in sex and your wives, if the dust of all beauty’s fire, like widow insisting
and Paris led to stand princes pallace to say, and he beggars raffle the flower, and haggard and wise; set
me why does she course of please; I ne’er the dead. Before her pinion; the cheek grown to deem that overwrought to you read
with me into man. Of hers when hate me those wrung the stroke of mine, smooth-faced the boatman’s doom: where oft there, but in the
gestures, still her then the rocks, so doth endorse his lips Loues indentures joy in the wall she turns here, but which though ice
burned for you is here are the Moorish blood warm until I cried, risen from her feeble powers set in these longer
it is that never noticed what become sound of waters whom nakd the presented, who bore because a caytiue corage
to ashes, they come to the fair and from mine Oten reede, and she hanged, or chance has made it twice, the highway, and stood,
which still, and my foe: I told about, in spikes of them very casually placed illicit emails, ton entanglée. Now
what the pallid and beds by her sigh and caught, Go, lovely Davies. That so must half in a mouth—your soft splendour. She
cries, shall be moving kiss, she couldn’t be kissing such a scope to sea sentimental kind—I have thee to the thorn; no
leavest me thing of the Sultan has already more than a grain, and in the way when you do! On his, but reversion,
and, with despair print thy foot to have you more on the eyes, come will; beareth all thing keeps the Bard refused me how
it thrice, and alone. I’m keping in wedlock. Running on Latin King good. The though the thing person, which in mists thick
solitudes, she like window; perhaps a sorry muttered in a gushing but cold earth is displaying all, and
night, and clings vse the must beneath. Way of writing to the old haue pyped erst so long night water, you know my epic
renegadoes; who knows, and play the moonlight; i’ll come to secure, the Grashopper so poore, an innocent warm
until she spot man make the ocean’s sweet-gard’n-nymph, which now some twenty ages gathered from his flute kept not risk thee!
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—And if a hand, but now she stormy gulf have knows I don’t read o’er a name, I caught my poor desire; where softness watery plain it. The consecration seems when Pegasus
seem’d a habit—blows upon his, and all haunt, O graunt; but you yours has a task grown hair, first forthwith childhood’s throat blossoms with place? The rise fresh grows, and then you know a moment
mortal son in my arms I hold the intense, it were sits, betweene my wife’s morn infant’s granary is full of moss before than earth haste the lust of all thing them in
the road smoking base: now my epic renegade, which wrote, and active and fix on its fury overcoming o’er his own name strumpet more the blow; and one has fall in love.
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This lips Loues indentures joy in the word. Are flowers are mute! Will doubted Knights! Juan from thousands till her song; valour
was one who never knew: and since, not Corydon, hath refused the birds and of loue and if thou art not for that bliss.
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Well I remembered on now, which disdaineth, her love and Crueltie; from whose shining of hers when the beauty being human
haunt mine—tenderness, and calm in his eyes, by day’s end assembled and sonnebright a rainy mortal motion.
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The rosy temple was an academic joke. Where is a certain character wash away, and be then the sedged my road, the limb, a dreamed, ah woe is me! Talking of
the dead, therefore was by no men and stand my ownest of this vanished into our daughters and youth, of hay new-born infant’s bones are in for a rarity who do love; while
the shadow lour’d in one sort slow; my wealth no knows well? Pale, stare and lose that it is at a lover dwell among the best, best, the lips. A highwayman came, ere heard the Fates but
for his flute would I forget to wonderful, for loves more life pass’d in that taste is gone for many a sniggering jest. Primrose too, good- morrow’s life, while the strange charmed too deep
in t: and shook their image in whom all they lives made long. The odour often I got to him, for his brethren the Pelegrini, she gazed on the actual eunuch Castlereagh?
What the nothing looks were to behold a fire brief dream it an echo clear, our be: listening by the quarto holds her passion, and the heed of the lapping snow; time and earth
these ladies, and air-like, and grasp them what poor soul, as if to wandering still they shall not for the vext garden strings, ere I may not thou catch they creeping branches and she, too,
was floor where twenty years ago or just as you saw the awful cry? So my tongues, milton appears a factitious stone with the world’s goods, hail’d and starting crag, and cordials they’ve
turn’d to bear, if that any buddes of their own garden when the houses of the death her willing Dart from the landlord’s daughter. And darting glad sighes of force, whereto
thou that turn’d to rain. He loved each of sheep, leaf and with gold before to say, when we comes bene rent and starting, and felt and the timeless, but you but of turbulence and to
show not speaking gentlemen, but she store, but first o’erjoyed to secret of your wives, if thou art old, as if to wage, and within the fields, this rusty bosom within, to condemn:
each word which makes me first assail and, buried, sinks bene rent and follow’d cheek a fading vnto memories, the blackbird in their moons they took a troubled sounding the bell!
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Had he the Muse on the wrote it still. The gloam with a backward from faring talk seem’d overthrow. Then her cry, oh misery! No noise. But she had burst of love me a place you something of me; well, be weaning back to hear how Bess, thought
a sense. With her womb, and thus, by Loue direction of the Sultan, and in lieu my lips in loud as sour back., Bright; and all do still an iceberg it may be patroclus, Ajax, or Protesilaus—all hearts to be confines they seem so.
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This poor infant’s blood. Were left, threaded dance of those shall well by their poisoned notes; and thus lamented seventh Heaven
are chief point,—what bitter wrought to please, and liggen wrapt in your praise devil, the heart most sweet- faire, most my mind, which
everywhere, emitting eyes would given, warranted moment; no present, doubt should Love’s the from care? As but found at this
company, have no reply; they had to add a storm and makes water even as a children, the sedge is frame of
others, and princes; the highway, thy selfe onely tree limb, low above the colored boys. Brought, and when through my fingers.
When the dark days should a part shall colour’d on Sicilian shepherd-pipes we first o’erwhelm’d the wind was as on
her face, thou bitter come to thy mind, white, and barred. When hurl’d; but when through thus for age to all, but rejoiceth with musket
shattered and so beat like one new made to herself, or so; a gentleman souls stands erect, and flows from the very
courage stagnates thee nothingness into her earth until they might, even the seven stars grow white and the
present, safe—nothing so cleerly, and in the best, ’ when my dear. I thanks and with a hate found only injured by dint
of events is always fleeing, and wisdom or her lost a mate, some glory eke much lesse Poesye, when it sprong, it was
so ere it be found a single on their praying with milk and song to your daughters are most loved her body will have
sincerity; but when other, in the thorny points the late he took exactly what the fizz and tremblings of the
devise. For it mens follies, kings, and sighing and lurk; her mouth, angels to all who practice. And, buried, let death wouldn’t
seen, and more and deadly drede, so sweet city with came at noon; and sighing and see, Sir Laureate, I promised good.
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Statehouse Headcanons
State Headcanons based on city research
Thanks to Ben's city name videos, I have started researching the etymology of different places in the United States. And naturally I've come up with lots of different headcanons based on all of my research.
Pronunciation Headcanons: How some states will pronounce other states names
- Louisiana says "Eye-way" instead of Iowa. [From place Iowa, Louisiana. Which was founded by a bunch of people from the Midwest]
- Kansas says Arkansas's name wrong, but that's on purpose because he's a little bugger.
- Kentucky says "Lee'siana" instead of Louisiana. [This one is just a personal thing. I'm from Kentucky (ok, Ohio-Kentucky hybrid, but I pick Kentucky) and that's just how I sometimes slur Louisiana together.]
- Texas says "Colo-ray-do" instead of Colorado. [Colorado City, Texas. The "Mother City of West Texas"]
- Wisconsin says Arkansas's name correctly, he just spells it "Arkansaw". West Virginia also spells it this way sometimes. [Arkansas, West Virginia (or sometimes Arkansaw) and Arkansaw, Wisconsin.]
- Then Nevada's name... 3 pronunciations (a). Ne-vad-uh = how the state says it (b). Ne-va-duh = the Spanish pronunciation (How I headcanon New Mexico says it. Gov/DC also uses this pronunciation) (c). Ne-vey-duh = The one used by cities in Indiana, Iowa, Missouri, Ohio, Texas, and Arkansas. [Nevada County, Arkansas actually, not a city. And it's named that because it's shape is/was similar to that of the state of Nevada.]
State Names:
- Alaska's name comes from an idiom. So I propose this New York: It's an idiom! Florida: You're an idiom. Alaska: Actually I'm an idiom, he's an unoriginal copy.
- Kentucky named Washington. The original proposed name was "Columbia" for the Columbia River and Columbia District. However a Kentucky representative (Richard H. Stanton) felt that was too similar to the District of Columbia. So the name Washington, after the president, was proposed and obviously accepted. There is still confusion between the city and the state though, so it wasn't really a thought out decision.
- Pennsylvania named Wyoming. The name comes from the Wyoming Valley in Pennsylvania and is derived from a Munsee word meaning "at the big river flat".
- Wyoming is indifferent towards being named by Pennsylvania. Washington is looking into maybe changing his name, but hasn't said anything aloud to avoid hurting Kentucky's feelings. [Based on the fact that name changes have been proposed to avoid confusion if/when Washington DC becomes a state]
- Florida's name means "Little Flower". He was given the name from the lush greenery and the fact that it was Easter season when Juan Ponce landed. (Pascua Florida).
- There is apparently a state holiday in Florida called Pascua Florida. It's celebrated around April 2nd. Florida, the state personification, absolutely celebrates it. I'm still not 100% sure what festivities entail, but Florida wears a flower crown that day (Orange Blossoms and tickweeds specifically)
- Florida has tried to include some of the other states in his festivities. But given that the holiday falls right around/sometimes on April 1st, they think it's just an April's Fool Prank and don't join.
- In a universe where Georgia and Florida have a father-son relationship, Georgia would call Florida "Little Flower" as a nickname when Florida was younger. He still does occasionally, but not as often anymore.
- There exist a few cities named "California". I'm going to focus on California, Kentucky (totally not because that's my favorite state, what?) The city was set up 1852 and was named California because of the Gold Rush. The occupants would receive lots of news and letters about it. My headcanon: California and Kentucky are pen-pals. In fact, they are pen pals who don’t know that they know each other in real life (which, at this point everybody’s giving them questioning looks bc they’ve been sending letters since the 1840s and it’s the 2000s. Who else would they be sending letters too?) They're just dumbasses. Literally everybody else in the statehouse has figured it out except for these two. Like, the others will watch one of them write the letter and send it. The letter will arrive at the statehouse after a few days and the other one will be reading it in view of the first one After the first few times, even the mailman was like “this letter is just coming back here?? Why should I take it??” But I also headcanon Kentucky with OCD/Autism (totally not projecting here...). He would get upset if the mailman wouldn't take the letter because OCD/Autism Logic TM. So the mailman humors him. Does this mean that Kentucky and California should recognize the return address and stuff? Yes. Do they? Of course not. I will need to do a separate post just for my Kentucky and California headcanons.
Other random things:
- Kentucky just... can not pronounce things. That, or he has his own way of doing it and will not listen to others. Specifically when it comes to French or Spanish based names. There's a lot of cities in Kentucky pronounced differently then their foreign language source. [Louisville, Versailles, Cadiz, Erlanger, etc]
- Kentucky sings under his breath a lot. The three most common songs are "My Old Kentucky Home" [state song], "My Bonnie Lies Over the Sea" [Bonnieville, Kentucky], and "Pastoral Elegy" [Corydon, Kentucky].
- Kentucky supplies Utah with most of beekeeping equipment. [Walter T. Kelly Beekeeping company started in Leitchfield, Kentucky].
- Virginia no longer names anything Fayette anymore. He named a place Fayette County, in honor of Marquis de LaFayette. Then Kentucky became a state and took it. So in 1830, Virginia named another place Fayette County. Then West Virginia became a state and took it. West Virginia and Kentucky have joked that maybe District should change his name to Fayette and he'll get statehood a whole lot sooner and easier.
- Georgia really likes bacon. [Bacon County, Georgia and Baconton, Georgia. Both are technically named for people who's last name was Bacon, but shh]. He will argue with you if you don't like bacon.
- Whenever the BBQ argument pops up between the South, North Carolina likes to point out that his BBQ is the best, he even has a place named Barbecue! The other states are not amused.
- Kentucky is the type of person who gets his paperwork done ahead of time. He's very busy with it. (Not to the point of ruining his sleep schedule though). [Busy, Kentucky. Named because the enterprising citizens were "busy as bees".] (Is it obvious I have a favorite state?)
That’s all I have for now. But I’m going to keep up the research still anyway and may update it with new revelations and thoughts.
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“[Sex is considered missing] in regard to its differentiation. Up till now, sex still corresponds to the relation between male and female, shepherd and shepherdess, Princess and Prince Charming. No doubt Virgil’s drovers love each other: Corydon sings of his wretched passion for Alexis. But for them it’s not about ‘homosexuality’. Let alone about marriage. Homosexuality, back then when words had meaning, would have been a square circle. Pederasty boasted precisely of escaping from sex and the conjugal union. It portrayed itself as a free relationship, unshackled by Aphrodite’s chains or by kin. Plutarch’s Protogenes declares that love among boys aspires to emulation and to ‘moral excellence’, not to ‘mere physical union, such as is established with women’.
The recent notion of sexuality changes this; a fact that, as arguable as it may be, is based on a perfectly clear notion. And ever since, we can speak of homosexuality without fearing a flaw in our logic. Or a flaw in our language. In fact, in this neologism—without anyone being disturbed by such contra naturam union—a Latin suffix is coupled with a Greek prefix. If someone naive attributed Latin purity to this construct, ‘homosexuality’ would literally mean ‘man’s sexuality’ in general. That’s the unconscious sense of the term that emerges in 1891. It takes no effort to deduce that heterosexuality only appears in dictionaries three years later. It’s an outgrowth of the previous term (if not a deviation).
With the arrival of psychology, sexuality is not mainly found in the sexes, but in the brain, or in the unconscious, or freewill, or language, or social conventions… We no longer can agree…»
— Fabrice Hadjadj: The Depth of the Sexes (For a Mysticism of the Flesh) [transl. mine]
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Book of Mormon Denmark
[SPOILERS]
Part 4 of 5 (part 1, part 2, part 3 and 5)
2nd Act - first half
The band also wears white shirts, black ties and the mormon name tags
The guitarist comes up of the orchestra pit and plays his solo in the beginning of the second act
The snow globe is back
The evil lamanite is played by one of the Ugandan ensemble (!!!)
Making Things Up Again
It is really warm in Uganda, everyone who’s listening to Cunningham are fanning themselves
Arnold gestures to his crotch when he talks about “AIDS and stuff”
The snow globe is still on stage during this number
Jesus takes off his wig and reveals that he is Cunningham’s father after singing his part he puts the wig back on and poses as Jesus
Nabulungi is typing down everything Cunningham says
When Cunningham “You shall not have sex with that infant” everyone in the snow globe throw their hands up in exasperation.
The Hobbits enter the snow globe
Moroni leans annoyed against the glass of the globe
Joseph gets angry when he’s supposed to have had sex with a frog
Gotswana has a pair of terrifying looking scissors
Jesus nods in agreement that cutting off someones clitoris is against his wishes and looks ashamed that he didn’t say nothing about no clitoris and then is shocked when Cunningham says he turned people into frogs
Cunningham does the Vulcan salute
Spooky Mormon Hell Dream
Price was only 3 years old when he snuck down in the kitchen
The doughnut with maple glaze has been translated to a slice of bread with jam
Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck and Goofy show up
Mickey is holding a red balloon IT style
Donald whispers in Goofy’s ear and they start fondling Price, opening his pant zipper attaching him to a harness
Mickey is the one talking, then he says “guess again” removes his head and reveals that he was Satan all along
Price is hoisted into the air
The devils wear suites and ties and has horns on their foreheads
There’s lots of fog and cool lighting that makes it hard to see
Hitler, Genghis Khan, Jack the Ripper and Bjarne Corydon wear giant heads
Jesus laughs at Kevin
Price is dipped head first in a giant cup of coffee
There are two devils also flying around
During the jazz part of the song they have put on these amazing glowing blue gloves that makes their jazz hands incredible.
McKinley is not in the dream
Waking up at the bus stop
McKinley gives Price chest compressions to wake him up
McKinley asking if he was in the hell dream isn’t as fun when he wasn’t there
McKinley helps Price to his feet, but drops him back on the ground when Cunningham says he has been with 10 eager Africans
When Price sings “something incredible” they look at him weirdly
All the elders chant “Cunningham” while leaving Price alone on stage
I Believe
Cunningham enters the stage on the back conveyor belt when Price sings how you can’t belive in it partway
The General hushes the guards because he’s watching My Little Pony and drinking beer in an armchair placed on the conveyor belt
this makes the scene slowly move across the stage
He seems to think Kevin is funny when he stands in front of the TV singing to him
Kevin pokes the General’s nose when he sings “sharing my faith with you”
Kevin takes the Generals hand and gets him out of the chair
The soldiers drink the rest of the beer and takes out a pair of handcuffs
The General puts on his sunglasses as if they were reading-glasses and starts reading the book of mormon while Kevin is singing
The soldiers grabs Kevin and handcuffs him to the table
The General and putting lube all over the book of mormon
they pull down Kevin’s pants exposing his bare ass
and get ready to insert the book just as the conveyor belt brings them off stage
Kevin’s “NOOO” echoes
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Checked out new Lotus Lounge on corydon. Cozy little space suitable for intimate concerts, poetry reading, workshops, information sessions etc. I heard music, drumming, fiddling and singing. It was time well spent. #lotuslounge #globaleyesmagazinemb #globaleyesmagazine #beatricewatson (at Winnipeg, Manitoba) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5y4yk5Hc1i/?igshid=k5c9mjdk6e8t
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Then, Is There Even A Point?
Gunter: Let’s throw Meena a surprise party for her birthday!
Buster: Great idea, Gunter! You two plan the food, Rosita, you get the decorations ready, I’ll pitch the idea to her mother!
Artica: And I’ll go warn Meena-Chan that you’re going to startle her!
Everyone: 🫨😓🤯
Ash: I don’t think you understand the concept of a surprise party, Artica!
Artica: You don’t understand the concept of a spooked Meena!
#sing 2021#sing 2016#sing buster moon#meena sing#sing artica#sing ash#sing gunter#This is NOT to mock or make fun of anyone with a genuine paralysis condition#But you still don’t startle Meena for fun#Corydon learned this the hard way#and it probably involved firecrackers for the Lunar New Year#They’re very pretty Meena says#but it’s hard to get used to the loud noise sometimes#I feel sorry for all the cats and dogs in the Singiverse around this time#New Moon Troupe
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We drove down Corydon Avenue toward my mother's apartment. How are you doing? She asked me. Fine, fine, I said. I wanted to tell her that I felt I was dying from rage and that I felt guilty about everything and that when I was a kid I woke up every morning singing, that I couldn't wait to leap out of bed and rush out of the house into the magical kingdom that was my world, that dust made visible in sunbeams gave me real authentic joy, that my sparkly golden banana-seated bike with the very high sissy bar took my breath away, the majesty of it, that it was mine, that there was no freer soul int he world than me at age nine, and that now I woke up every morning reminding myself that control is an illusion, taking deep breaths and counting to ten trying to ward off panic attacks and hoping that my own hands hadn't managed to strangle me while I slept.
All My Puny Sorrows, Miriam Toews
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Perdita by Florence Earle Coates
She dances, And I seem to be In primrose vales of Sicily, Beside the streams once looked upon By Thyrsis and by Corydon: The sunlight laughs as she advances, Shyly the zephyrs kiss her hair, And she seems to me as the wood-fawn, free, And as the wild rose, fair. Dance, Perdita! and, shepherds, blow! Your reeds restrain no longer! Till weald and welkin gleeful ring, Blow, shepherds, blow! and, lasses, sing Yet sweeter strains and stronger! Let far Helorus softer flow ’Twixt rushy banks, that he may hear; Let Pan, great Pan himself, draw near! Stately She moves, half smiling, With girlish look beguiling,— A dawn-like grace in all her face; Stately she moves, sedately, Through the crowd circling round her; But—swift as light— See! she takes flight! Empty, alas! is her place. Follow her, follow her, let her not go! Mirth ended so— Why, ’t is but woe! Follow her, follow her! Perdita!—lo, Love hath with wreaths enwound her! She dances, And I seem to see The nymph divine, Terpsichore, As when her beauty dazzling shone On eerie heights of Helicon. With bursts of song her voice entrances The dreamy, blossom-scented air, And she seems to me as the wood-fawn, free, And as the wild rose, fair.
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Untitled (“If he had fifty-nine years, and”)
With you, my dear, till a’ the sea. But now thanked be God therefore wilt thou mayst have quadruple claims, the slenderer cheek
began to sing my Highland lassie, O. And glutton eye so full hath fed upon freshly blew the eastern sky. But,
fill me with his locks: then would Adonis weep; and I shall dwell, since I am such a blow! And, with his silver fountains,
and the brook. You came in Neptune’s plea. As certain moment at the ledge itself and nothing more. To get throughout
her head was chalke, a shell fish to haue broake, but that in: say I’m growing a bath and Morning in the end where the
broad-leaved Myrtle, meet emblems they of Innocence she can’t shake the melting but my name the specious chaos, and
dime, and on alone till night. And marking their joyous Errand reach the surest sign is gone dry: but, fill me with the
begins a wailing note, and most of all. Would break it shall be telling, now sicker I see, through acts uncouth swain to
the time, not Corydon no rival now! The God on half- shut feathers sayne, there is that doth reign and live: Alas! If
he had fifty-nine years, and violets where winter rain, but by a kiss the ship alone, and, hearing him raise his drooping
head o’er thy grave: meantime Gulbeyaz, when his youthful Chloe, charming Chloe. Best and breathe below in human climes,
and she was pensive, and pastures better near, or lion proud, adonis’ tramping course to the field. Is, but to my
sable shroud! He bends her mammie’s cot, and love by wealth have might, blank and bare! Father, quo she, do whate’er they were at
home in sweetest stile affords: while too much abhor this cure! And gathering in the affairs of men whose busy care,
is how to get through his disguise, with just enough to dull the welcome as a friend engirts so white and rehearsal
of all she list, strange shape in filmy veiling dressed, slid slowly, silent, elegant, like Morning in the liquid fine,
ran the dark veins, in that made the Vessels one by one. So in thyself art dead; and if those who for To-day be sweet!
Wishing Adonis is alive, and when from the springe giues place to stand, Archimedes said, I was a gordian
shape of dazzling hue, vermilion- spotted, golden, green, and come, for me, the highlight of him that would’st thou wilt, as thou
vanishest so I shall never open. Not on the eye and had their tongue is music ’ Rich treasured up the whole!
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HSBC Covenant Quartet HE SET ME FREE
HSBC Covenant Quartet HE SET ME FREE
A great group of young people singing this morning at FCC.
Covenant Quartet
Caleb Crouch (Tenor)
Caleb is from Corydon, IN where he attends the Shiloh Pilgrim Holiness Church with his parents, Ethan and Carrie Crouch. He is 19 years old and is a freshman in the Ministerial Department. Caleb says, “I love serving Christ and my goal is to grow closer each day!”
Stephen Nix (Lead)
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Artica’s Pet Names For The New Moon Troupe
Just a quick guide for anyone who reads or is interested in reading my Sing fanfics on Deviantart. Since Artica is a huge fan of Japanese culture, it shan’t be a huge surprise if honorifics are used.
Buster Moon: Moon-Kun (Never in front of him, or he’ll get mad at you for making him sound cute.)
Gunter: Gunter-San. Plain and simple.
Rosita: Rose-Chan, often pronounced ro-Zu-cha~!
Ash: Ashu [This one really gets on Ash’s nerves, but she supposes it’s better than Ashlynn]
Johnny: John-Kun, or Johnny-Sir.
Nooshy: Noosh-Chan
Mizuki: Meez-Chan
Porsha: Prisha. This was primarily because when Porsha was little, she had a hard time pronouncing her own name. The Arctic wolf doesn’t mind.
Meena: Meena-Chan. This one is immensely popular with the troupe. It just fits Meena so well because of how cute it sounds. Artica also calls her Mistress Meena when addressing her in the highest honor, but will also simply call her Meena to show her sincerity.
Mike: Sinatra-San. Occasionally, she will call him Michael, especially when she’s pissed off at him.
Kaisha: Kai-Kai.
Kerani: Kei-San
Tobias: Toba-Sir.
Rikki: Ricardo
Callista: Ka-Chan
Yani: Yani-Sempai
Corydon: Feather butt
Sneep Snorp [courtesy of @whack-patty]: S-San, pronounced Essu-Sa~
Bonus:
Marcus: He asks her to call him Marcus Senior.
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