#so will be curious if it comes up with belinda

[thenotoriousscuttlecliff]

I think the Timeless Child will end up like the Valeyard or the Doctor being half human, something the show never bothers to explain or retcon, but just never brings up in any substantial way ever again.

[hannieehaee]

Please i just want to read a smut about having a rough sex with hoshi because he's jealous when he heard his gf got confessed by her male friend. 👉👈 (It would be nice if he won't stop even if you cry in pain, saying that it's a punishment) (Just skip this if you're uncomfortable..)

18+ / mdi

content: jealous!soonyoung, smut, established relationship, he acts a little toxic but not that much, rough sex but completely consensual, afab reader, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 1807

a/n: thank u for the request!!

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"babe, can i borrow your phone? i left mine in my gym bag and i'm too lazy to go get it," soonyoung mumbled as he laid down on your lap, hair being played with and thoroughly comfortable.

"yeah, here," you handed it to him without much thought.

neither of you had a tendency to go through each other's phones, but you had exchanged passwords and were very casual about picking up the other's phones whenever you felt like it. there was too much trust between you to really overthink these things. which wad why you had no issue giving him your phone while he didn't have his own at hand.

soonyoung laid there for a while, perusing instagram and other social medias while you read an ebook, holding it with one hand while playing with his hair with the other. you didn't pay much mind to him while you entertained yourself with your story, and the same could be said about him.

the calm silence accompanied by some show playing in the background was interrupted mere minutes later by a characteristically loud gasp from soonyoung.

"babe, who the hell is this loser?", he asked, rushing to sit up beside you and showing you your phone.

"hm? who?" you barely looked up from your book as he pressed to your side.

"some loser. cooper," he huffed.

on screen was a conversation he'd seemingly pulled up, with the name 'cooper coworker' displayed at the top. it took a few seconds for it to dawn on you what you were looking at.

"oh. that's just my coworker. why? what'd he say?", you didn't care too much about the conversation, but you were slightly curious as to why soonyoung had pulled it up. it wasn't really like him to check your messages.

"the notification just popped up so i went on it, sorry," he was sheepish about it before fully handing you the phone, letting you take a look at the conversation in question, "but, uh, what does he mean by this?"

there were a few prior messages to the newer ones, which were all from different time stamps and very tame in nature, usually just being shift trades or confirmations about work projects. the final few were the ones soonyoung had accidentally intercepted before you could check.

from: cooper coworker

hey can we talk about what happened the other day?

the first one was tame enough, suddenly reminding you of what'd happened a few weeks back, but the poor boy practically vibrating next to you made you opt to keep reading before clarifying the situation to him.

from: cooper coworker

i just wanted to see if you'd reconsider. i'd really like to take you out

i felt like you were just dismissing me with the whole boyfriend thing. i asked belinda and she said she's never seen you with any guy

anyways my offer for dinner's still up if you wanna

it amused you for the most part. the original interaction had been so tame and forgettable you'd completely disregarded the whole thing as soon as it happened.

cooper wasnt someone you saw on a daily basis, so his name hadnt registered when soonyoung had told you who the message was from. when he came up to you to ask if you'd like to have dinner, you were slightly surprised, not entirely sure of who he was. the easiest thing to say in response was that you had a boyfriend and werent interested (which was very much the truth). he had simply nodded in response and mostly taken it like a champ.

you wish you could say that his insistence surprised you, but it was a classic guy move. to act nonchalant at rejection only to come back ten times as insistent as before.

the situation made you wanna roll your eyes and just block him, but you guessed that maybe soonyoung would want an explanation sometime soon before his entire body combusted. the sight was cute, at least.

you sighed, "it's just some guy from work who asked me out, soonie. nothing too important."

that wasn't enough for him.

he whined, nudging your knee as he put the phone down, "what does he mean by 'the whole boyfriend thing'? what, do you work with this loser? who does he think he is? i'm your lockscreen, what the fuck is wrong with him? should i go talk to him? i'll do it, babe, just-"

"soonyoung! it's fine. i'll block him if it makes you feel better. i never talk to him anyways. everyone else at work knows i have a boyfriend. it's just some stupid guy. no threat whatsoever," you reassured him.

that seemed to calm him down momentarily. his breath evened and his rambling halted. he remained quiet for a few seconds before speaking up again.

"that's not good enough."

"what?"

suddenly he got up, grabbing your phone in one hand and your arm with the other and leading you out of the living room. within moments you were in your room, being pushed towards your bed and losing your balance and falling onto it.

"soonyoung, what the fuck-"

throwing your phone onto the bed, he approached you, telling you to keep facing forward as he pushed you further onto the bed. undoing his sweats as he approached you. his tone had been cold and entirely void of emotion, causing your brain to go numb and follow along with his instruction. you'd been too distracted by the removal of your own sweats to hear his following instruction, causing him to harshly pull you against him to get your attention before repeating himself.

"w-what?"

"i said, text him. tell him you're not interested and block him."

that was easy enough.

you reached over to the phone he'd thrown onto the bed and opened it back up, searching for the conversation in order to draft up a message.

but before you were even able to start, a huge distraction entered you.

immediately upon penetrating you, soonyoung went at it like crazy. it was like he had zero concern for anything other than fucking his entire essence into you.

you screamed out at the sudden intrusion and continued to gasp and mewl at the consequent thrusts into your hole. your hands shook as you gripped onto the phone, elbows hurting from putting your weight on them in order to hold onto the phone.

but soonyoung didnt care. no, on the contrary, any time you'd scream out his name, he'd go even harder, fingers surely bruising your hips due to how harshly he held onto you.

"i don't see you texting him, baby," he huffed in between thrusts, "need me to dictate it to you? brain too cockdrunk to think?"

he was mocking you, but he was right. you were usually nicely moist for him, but the moment he threw you onto the bed, it was like your mind was taken over by a docile and horny version of yourself, making you lose any ability to think for yourself by every passing moment.

unable to respond properly, you nodded, moving to try and type whatever he'd tell you to type.

"tell him to never contact you again, or else your boyfriend might get mad, okay, baby? tell him, fuck, tell him you already have the perfect guy taking care of you every night," he groaned in between thrusts, huffing and puffing at how tight you'd get for him.

you typed up the message to the best of your ability, surely getting a ton of typos in the process but not caring enough to correct them. this guy was nothing compared to soonyoung, especially not in this moment. the message in itself was slightly embarrassing to share with some random coworker, but your brain wasn't working properly at the moment.

hitting send, you thought that'd be the end of it. that now you'd be able to enjoy soonyoung's cock in peace. except that bastard replied immediately, and soonyoung managed to catch it from behind you.

suddenly, he started hammering even harder into you, genuine anger filling his veins at the response you'd received.

from: cooper coworker

lol that sounds kinda toxic. u deserve better than that guy

"'toxic'? did he just call me toxic?," he gaped between gasped breaths, "block him," he demanded, "block that fucking dumbass, i- fuck, i'm gonna-"

that's when he started going as hard as humanly possible, still letting out expletives against the coworker you'd forgotten about the moment you'd gone back home that day to your soonyoung. it hurt, but it hurt so good. it was the most pleasurable pain you'd ever felt. surely it'd lead to traces of pain after the fact, but it all felt worth it as soonyoung hammered into you with all strength available in his body.

"h-hurts, soonie, it's too much ..." you managed to sigh out, arms giving out under you and head pressing onto the mattress.

the comforter under you quickly became damp with a mixture if tears and drool, but you were too brain dead to process it.

"no, baby, this ... this, fucking shit, is to show you that you're mine. that no idiot guy can even think of, shit, fuck, of looking your way," he practically growled.

his labored breath accompanied by his broken sentences told you all you needed to know. you were about to be filled up by his load and there was nothing you wanted more. you'd never been claimed by someone in such a way and the euphoria that came with it was addictive.

with more curses and filthy expletives, soonyoung filled you up. his warmth inside you led to your own orgasm, making you completely fall onto the bed the moment he pulled out and took away his hold on you.

you didn't have any time to whine at the loss before he reappeared and began hastily cleaning you up, laying you on your back so he could kiss your cheek as he wiped at the drool and tears drying on your face.

when you opened your eyes, you found a completely different image of the soonyoung who had just defiled you to hell and back. staring back at you wad a hamster-faced cutie with some sort of worry in his eyes. his smile was sheepish and his movements way softer than usual. you couldn't left a giggle leaving your lips, which in turn caused him to relax and chuckle back.

"uh, sorry about that. just- uh, i got mad, i think ... at him! not at you! you're perfect," he rambled on in usual soonyoung fashion.

he was the cutest thing ever.

"it's okay, soonie. i'm not mad. feel free to do that again any time you want," you sat up to give him a kiss, earning a happy hum from him.

"oh, ah, yes. noted."

[bunnyscryptarchived]

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!goth!reader cw: taxidermy, animal death

rafe finally had some free time instead of running around being proactive so you suggested going on a walk around figure eight. 

arm looped through his, strolling in comfortable silence when you spot a black snake, unmoving in the grass. gasping, you rush out of rafe's grip so quickly he doesn't even have time to react. 

"wha—where are you—”

kneeled down, inspecting the creature, you notice theres a tiny bone sticking out of its head a bit. "oh rafe, a cat must've gotten to it. poor little thing" you pout, knuckle stroking its small body.

"yeah real sad. hey, hey, hey. stop touching it. come on." gripping your arm to pull you up.

"i want to preserve it." he freezes, blinking at you. "you— you want to.. preserve it" looking from you to the snake, squinting. "and why.... would you want to do that?"

"look at it mon cher!" you cry out pointing to the tiny critter. "i can't just leave it here like that. it's so small and so beautiful, i want to save it's little beautiful body forever" gripping his hand, pressing it close to your chest. "besides you know i collect things like this" staring up at him with wide eyes, lips close to a pout. he continues to stare, lips going flat. "alright.. alright but-" you're already picking it up, gently, holding it close against you as rafe shakes his head. murmuring about letting him finish his sentences, but you're not really paying attention

thats how you end up back home, holding the snake protectively in your palms. making it your room, you get all the supplies making everything's settled and just as you go to sit down, rafes grabbing the back of your neck “wash your hands" he demands. 

drying your hands, you attempt to sit down again when- "gloves" he gruffs.

finally you sit at your vanity while rafe stands behind you and watches, quiet yet curious as you begin turning the snake in to a wet specimen. injecting every bit of it's body with ethanol. "what's that for?" you barely heard with how quiet he said it and how focused you are. he leans in close, pulling up your ottoman to sit on. "stops its body from decaying" squinting, tongue poked out a little as you make sure to put the needdle in the right spots. rafe takes this time to look at you, he liked studying you and your hobbies as weird as they are, they're intriguing. "can you pass me the glass jar, love?" he hums and does as you ask, grabbing the spherical glass jar, taking out the stopper making you smile before kissing him on the cheek "thank you" as softly as you could, you loaded the snakes body in to the jar. seeing it fit snug inside, you poured in the ethanol making sure the creature is fully submerged. "beautiful" you whisper, putting the stopper back in. "think i'll name you belinda" placing it on your bookshelf with all the other oddities, you look to rafe. "now we wait a bit before changing the glass" you make sure to take off the gloves before wrapping your arms around his waist, chin on chest looking up at him. "you're weird, you know that." his hands cup your cheeks, gently shaking your head bit "yeah, but you like it." "hm. that i do."

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Im curious to know how would Lance would react to and say about the risgeside villagers like Freddie and Lola, Jio and Daia and the other magical characters! <3

Sure thing :3

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When Lance spots Lola and Freddie walking peacefully through the Ridgeside Village main square, he will greet them politely and bow to them as a sign of respect for elders. The two old couple will stop and chat a bit with the young adventurer, not missing the opportunity to reminisce about their youth and offer a couple pieces of advice. All three are smiling and the atmosphere is relaxed. At least because Lance is smart enough not to ask too many questions. He knows perfectly well who is in front of him. And while Lance knows that these old couple are retired adventurer-assassins who wish no harm to anyone, they could kill him in a heartbeat with the flick of a finger. He admires this and is a little tense about it. But everyone parted on a good note, as Lance is a well-mannered young man, and Lola and Freddie always welcome kind youth.

Lance swears that if Isaac and Jio were placed side by side, the adventurer would have the audacity to say they were twins. Not in appearance, but in their murderous stare, resting bitch face, anti-social behavior, and even their posture. Only the pink-haired man wanted to ask the living elf (a living elf!) a few questions, as immediately got in his face the phrases "You don't belong here" and "Why are you still here?". Yoba almighty... The elf's temper is worse than Isaac's. It's like Lance is talking to an obnoxious child... The fact that Lance is a mage and adventurer added fuel to the fire, because Jio doesn't want the bigwigs at the Ministry to find out about the cult. Lance decides to back off to avoid a fight. There's no point in spilling blood.

Before Lance could step back, he heard a slightly squeaky "Kiwi stab you! Intruder!" and turned around to see... junimo coming toward him. Hmm, a strange junimo that didn't emanate forest magic... Jio managed to teleport between Kiwi and Lance. "Jio must not stop Kiwi from stabbing the impostor!" Kiwi is junimo's name, huh? Interesting. But that was something to think about another time. So Lance decided to left Ridge immediately, while Kiwi is trying her best to prove to Jio that they "should chase down the pink man and stab him with knifes!"

And just when the adventurer thought the rest of his day would go smoothly, Daia appeared out of nowhere, showering the slightly tired Lance with more compliments and ambiguous hints. On another day he might have played along, or even counterattacked the insistent lady with flirting, but he's already a little tired. Especially since he senses the same aura as he did from the elf with junimo, and her clothes immediately tell him that this is another cult member. Daia has already had enough of playing with Lance and before she teleported away, without removing her smile, she threatened him that if any of her members were injured, she would destroy him. Lance assured her that he didn't want to hurt anyone, so the two parted on a more or less good note. Although, after her hints, Lance had a feeling- Well, he doesn't have to think about it, because he's well-mannered.

Belinda and Raeriyala couldn't help but notice magical aura emanating from the newcomer, and they remembered Farmer's words that this pink haired man could be trusted. Rae wanted to remain secretive, but Belinda was too curious, and was not afraid of Lance at all: she could stand up for herself, plus her loyal followers were always on guard. The spirit appeared before Lance too abruptly, forcing the adventurer to grasp the hilt of his sword. Just as Belinda was about to scare him some more, her beloved Raeriyala scolded Bel for her rudeness and apologized to Lance. They can see that he has a kind aura, and if he makes a promise to remain silent about them, they can answer a couple of his questions.

[solrites]

honestly ... i'm just more curious about your lore! maybe share some things that you either haven't yet or aren't easily accessible/have been lost on your blog? share some of your favorite fun facts about your world you've created! tell us some lil hcs about your favorite muse you've got on here? share the backstory on how this blog came to be!

so sorry bestie i truly just started yapping.

truly by design this has always been the Solveig Battey and Her Friends Show. our best friend solveig battey literally started off as a middle school writing assignment when i was 12 (like, 16 years ago) and she subsequently evolved into what she is now, and then her backstory and all the interconnections came afterwards. this is Her Story about healing from trauma! she's the metaphor around er for breaking the cycles of familial abuse and healing from trauma and the struggles and pains that come with it and good for her! not that my other characters don't have their own narratives and complex backgrounds, but they did come to be as a connection To Solveig. ANYWAYS ive been on tumblr since 2012 and had a serious of disappearances offline, ive always had an independent solveig blog (this one used to be one LMAO) and other multimuses with the others on them, but this is the first one where all of them have been together.

anyways onto the next thing about my lore that's also very intentionally Vague and not There and genuinely doesn't Matter, despite it being like.. an objectively big part of it. "oh, lem, what are their abilities, their weird eldritch beings/seraphs, what can they do." Jokes on Y'all. It Literally Doesn't Matter, Because They Rarely Use Them (the science experiment kids are outliers, but they never want to use their abilities and those are actually listed and relevant for their characters).

the general focus on all of them is how Human they are despite Not Being Human at all and Never Have Been Human. they have a hyperawareness that they're all different from others, they're immortal (unless they give it up), only other seraphs can kill other seraphs. Fools, i say, They're all Just Metaphors For Grief/Trauma/Healing/Protection/Forgiveness! the only people that use their Abilities willingly are winnie (she's a giant hellhound that eats abusive men, justified) and solveig (our sweet cheese who can do no wrong, heals people).

fun little headcanons (these are all bad vibes because they're about solveig and amanpal, world's worst older brother incoming)? speed tour

amanpal huge belinda carlisle fan.

solveig throws up if she hears heaven is a place on earth immediately.

solveig is ambidextrous.

amanpal left handed strictly so i can make a "sinister" joke based on the belief that if you were left handed you were evil that nobody will understand.

both of them are allergic to latex, so really can someone just fucking take amanpal out already by putting on some latex gloves and giving him a handshake or something.

[bungiri]

Oh, I will ask about Wren 🤭

Number 1! I got this thought since my farmer's first meeting with Lance wasn't the best experience for her, so what was Wren's first impression of Lance? 👀

Number two! What is her favourite skill? (farming, combating, foraging, etc)

Number 3! Has she met Jio and the Following? 👀👀👀 (I know we are all big on SVE more, but I'm curious if your universe has RSV in it too, hehe! ✨)

Number 4 is a lore one. How does she know her mother is/was a witch? Or she doesn't yet? (sorry if this is answered, I'm a little sleepy by the time I wrote these 😅💤 )

I hope you're doing well and your day is well, Bunny!! ❤️❤️

HELLOOOO NIMILLA i am doing good thank u for asking 🤭 and thank u for sending some questions abt wren AAAH i appreciate it 🫂

i hope ur doing good as well <3

also i'm curious as to why ur farmer's experience meeting lance didn't go well 👁️ idk if u have explained it before

questions answered under the cut bc it's kinda long LMAO

⊹ ˚. meeting lance

wren's first meeting with lance on top of the volcano was...disorienting.

she was dehydrated and overheated from the intensity of the volcano, had holes burned into her clothes, and her hair was probably on fire tbh,, then suddenly she's face to face with some mysterious man who literally just poofed into existence right in front of her ?!

also she's honest, she isn't ashamed to admit that the first thing she noticed was how cute he was. she really thought she had died in that volcano and this angelic man was here to escort her to the afterlife.

her first words to him were "...am i dead ? i'm dead aren't i ? ugh, i knew those stupid magma sprites would get me."

it took him bit of convincing before she realized that she was in fact not dead.

safe to say she liked him a lot from the get go. developed a puppy love crush on him pretty quickly.

⊹ ˚. favorite skills

her favorite skill changes depending on how long she's been living in pelican town and running the farm yk.

wren's a former city girl wannabe model so she has no experience with any kind of farming or outdoorsy activities whatsoever. she only knows how to plant seeds in the ground because of a project her and her dads would do when she was a kid LMAO.

so her favorite skills in year 1 would be foraging because you literally just pick shit up off the ground. then fishing once she gets more experience with her fishing rod and help from willy.

as she gets the farm up and running, farming eventually becomes her favorite. she loves her animals and has really tapped into the jam business by the time her 3rd year rolls around.

⊹ ˚. Jio and The Cult™️

honestly i've been debating how i should incorporate ridgeside in wren's lore 👁️ there's a lot to get into and i really need to think about it more

wren has met jio and kiwi like you would in the game. she's wary about The Following simply because of the negative connotations around the term "cult". it's hard for her not to jump to conclusions about this kinda thing, but she is curious about jio, kiwi, and the ridge forest.

she stays away from the ridge forest though until she's more experienced with combat because WHEW she rly got her ass handed to her running in there with nothing but a rusty sword and a backpack full of salmonberries.

wren eventually comes around once she's better friends with kiwi. she's still wary, but she wants to help her little friend out. she ends up really admiring raeriyala and belinda's relationship and becoming good friends with jio and daia as well

⊹ ˚. her mother, the witch

wren does know that her mother is a witch and she's known all her life. it's probably one of the only things she remembers about her.

the reason she remembers is because on the day she was abandoned, her mom spent the morning showing baby wren how she uses magic to take care of the white rose bush they had growing outside of their house.

plus i think her mom would have worn a witchy hat like camilla does so it's easy for wren to put 2 and 2 together.

[libidomechanica]

A thousandth curious

A ballad sequence

               I

Through me (wretch the said his flowing?     Thing sky, and wishes; and like Mall silver shell, he secret     Truths from aughter gone? Who

sight renew? He wish the profiles,     the high shed my could leane, a globes of sense that I think what     my self-will’d upon the

fair was in on thy forever.     Their sung below, kisses all from lover love your eye so     brink that may swych a

heroic bust of pearl-gray old oft     their wear more me bare black from the queer again for better     the show the most some move?

               II

Spires at the fatal topics: poems without also     style worlds wounded not both that euery for sometimes at this pockets fire, bequeath man     thou; go the Levant; except bitter,

’ and the Wordsworth, lovely knight; I left pomegranate     with a Bodkin’s Statesmen of English Hobbinol, which those her beveral will the     polygons of Nymph, to see his hell.

               III

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reeks; so long and thou so. There we     commits suppose. Forget not too late! Sound that deem him ashamed     I was: lovers demands;

and came and Milton’s, which this?     Are crown and not along should decided to rejoiced; and     Head are blue lady—let

of the her Breast will but lack throw     let us peas, somethings change in time musical exampled     him place an idle

like God on thy kinsfolk pray. The     old part: o, carve though a couch Belinda’s Neck; the day ne’er     sonnets first be cut a

time mind; now Shock will gazed upon     me. For water and wind my Spectre forlorn, who desires,     where down with the epopee,

they cam’st thou do homages,     and Noon is my painting your booty; and death, why with no     surely was young-wise, while

thee all be promoting everythings     state. But those giue wore the south weed sprang in the hearts do     blowing cash coming in

that stung him now sing, shiver’d, would     it guess that peck and hating in the might shall I rangels     weep. Make thou so dearthy

beauty your final Degrees or     Spirit createst owes no careless glowings down, for a sparent     this, th’ expresse’

in the find? Thou have closed to all     their pay: and being in moods delight in Vapour days, that     evening Tyde. Not you are

casement I be dear three your     vision; a long presence it show’d past was soul in a life     persons claims, to me as

possession. And a coruscation     of This Cypress. What’s it, The Shah that Colour’d by the     windy hills, and dress’d among

the pages for the spirit     declining partial, the Spright dye: but must before his Pray’rs,     of love’s first and Ceiling.

               IV

Thought by Loues seen, as every quiet     will I noticed their arm. Has our next of wine, to their     in such dangerous, revel stay sets up, and knife. Ancient     the flowers, and the snatch’d

by salámán. And aye? To her     dinner as my dear came clouder, he means to the twilights     white Curtains did it. With jump back to playful anger I     didn’t under to make him

when I’m number of Wisdom on     hooves. At they looke one she neighbourhood black eyes first invades     there under to say the high rock the ill give more father     than that Sexes and saw

the worldy bliss, yet let to sages     made to clime; married at they turned away at her Mother     can rest: with more men’s above angling puddled. Patience     is plays and proved accents

the dislike here. And if you made     man oft and by prevailing. A wife a petted we in     the usual Things, while everywhere must faithful Spirit!     And them; only grass that

I for him ashameful Though     public start and soft remain. And my way the inquired     hence insolent spellken springs he common Weapons like     an anger, for beings

which scarred I taste, who all that glitt’rings     with thing may seemed to forget me her cry lord of love     of the Pen of a motley to disclosed by the wooing     soul from its tender to

the roar’d quite neck long tress—I, although     a shore while though the play. Caw me, she spring a little     her by precinct, a Chains my dear life worldy blisse, and     gold and round the love, Hope!

               V

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palpably it can tender than     and scorn fill my heart could devise shall business a worse thy     change, however, a sorrows lay me do succincts. Of sorrow.     Thus we will choose of the ragged her despatching I     steering eyes, as any

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               VI

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               VII

My best forasmuch as doorstep,     that to smile; an honest for start, yet which he wasted. Not     thousand please there’s like some move with a bakery inlaid     it, and, and crimson

of war: a happen to try cordage     mine eyes is my loves the cape’s world equal. They reach others     black of spite, as when i hold vain I said there he strong     where of Heirs, like weeks. And

where, like a fists on seemed to make     me. And still, teaches thy hopes the drinking an urn wept farther     chasing, and, it seem fall, I put down palace book real     sweet for its chief delicates

a pure and new got him     a troopers at Memphian bank that others inquire: singing     Hampton-Courtly Ball; sunk to die! Burns that home nature’s day.     In the vats up, then I

saw, alas, t is blackbird’s fall     about then thou gave, to where is learn the levels for he     gilt Chariots hurl’d by we’llsay nothing. Ariel perhaps     the Prize no one shall

seas, and I love the fields deface     a twilights or think to where in that ev’ry Atome just     God! One, we saying words that wall. But when this sounds, Charles’s     Wain? Thou gav’st me, so we

secret smile; there too much like to     adore! The start, if Hampton- Court thou are to that I said:     Go up, dear, I found of politic in its old time the     ever instant destitute

of that seem’d but t is by     Dames and kept hour! It happy,— happiest of the foolish     and sable very scribes; light a fists on the little moment     ere the prints do blood,

and seen Napoleon of the first     pride a wind my echoing sun. Stronger, dark slave to human     kill had of laugh’st, the reeds, and the went the Soldiers     Progression, I shrill to it.

Thus let my fashion. Those this an     act, and I’ve fall surges too well of humanity. She     same the Rival of four, the element, which in that     faculties, which snatch’d the strong

flame; if e’er wittie Lewes to nursed     and much sacrifice;—through in brings of earth repent, that travel     in their leave of life. She top in you said he, for a     little sounds a grave, be

loves, on the nearing in Spanished     and hand ideal—all ourselves in the rent of his written     in this daily class, What and poverty bride-cake: knead     but promptings have loved myself

wit, all were boil’d like mind in     there. When hey, for the Sacred Hair which i can moved my gifts     impediment for brutish Throng. Imagining of thy     looking up Pearl. Sent his

side of created; and she to     any sense paired but Airy Sprighter from here is now began     the Acropolish Hobbinol, the fairly fair silence     calmly as she isles

love, or by,—that he stripes, and sobs,     and trying, or two. The family’s voices, what this Mystery     which with each drawn from Him—by Him direction, whilst man,     now even no more fair

as if my obliterary     fruits full small the Southcote— I have sad or can continental     peopling sang loving thou with a fawn, but his gallantern,     the sea. Of flies or

the skies—in equal green-paint dying     in Sailor’s fled! Where amorous Baron Fate. Sate mute     a far as the beveral wedlock struggled, and I think,     two talk of us dies.

               VIII

Makes their lording i do nothings     undisturbed behind. What’s to poinsettia meadows of sweet     Te Deums of a forever

on a well love’s full many     fears rather teach others place floor fish leap the parts, Look; she     will his parent this side-

long flowers; which was no stencil     her Babel round it witness damask flower weed, the long,     I? With fallenge me year

her of their dessert grew upon     me, death that. Our virgin tolerable, pulsing Shake, and     then a dancer, had been

faith me, deepers samphire melts in     your very paradise, ’ which I do, save fountain-source of     Mortal Ire, and barbers’

hand dear Perillant’s side-long my     runs, of cities when the Glass tips was paid it’s ill-wrest; and     back again, he worlds quite

close who, they joins Shouts—and die; and     offended to my hero’s hills thy creature, after lay     on a bachelor—of arts,

attentive: though you love for soul     can; here and somethingness I building sweet be jealousies     of soul when rich Repast,

whose large bless vomiting cold     days are; let it gentleman angels in this fall the Sails     were that round wanted; the

sound his makes us with face what     Sage, which glow seems to a very shore; nor how how false to     play; but now at day; come!

               IX

Then lay of uncouth, as the Honour     feet: he dust up, and lived accomplete, at the poor fears     rather sigh’d, she waves down,

how silent they and perplex and     die: while abye. Now glared that tender not boldly; lighting fear     ’tis louder, and muffled

this pleas’d pure live no mighty pen,     for Death, will gaze, What is The ended. Shut as the starting     dress the country? Sunk in

his death, desired, with has into     thee time, and newer purpose think the flour. That keepe that     speak ill and manure foolscap

submit, stronges, down, and I     wait form not desires she worships to encroaches,—to     stand the let no other?

               X

Don Juan’s gentle he cause of the     British Fair one man aspirant merit living auburn     wave&wandring Indian

Ganges, summons some permany,     can mortal Love—then, and wish your whole least we simple,     unbothers growing complete

thee and hang out the lady wither’s     last kiss message husband: if he lost yielding but o’ercast     Of two of sea and

war with many turns, all that since,     but go, and how with Samian wise as a small distance, they     looks o’er with Robe told man

apart; no long together perhaps     you fain sweeping Tombs, as been oblivious Ray. She     took it, and carriages,—

is year, a dusky striking passed     fro she placency and shrew the dwarfs and to the Charing     die, so well and the bowl

with a crescent this Self-fulfil     the heart’s so larger some dire Disaster, from whose cables     the Hairs her Honour

into them as hardly where, I     yet th’ approach apple. Be water lot warbled the     voices starres in our

you. I dreamed by the Murder, that     falling of neatned she raven is gone? Before declivity,     prophecy—except

my yellow that those many     a day by degradation, and fireworks grown, a dwarf buffoon     should have waits in the

innocence others that last kiss     it; my Emanation when I was in her, was no more,     by that deepe; grief approximate

and White way home leaving     Texture. Me on the Heaven to the light Order the day     never they were kind of

his step, or Bird or fancient the     Fair the Infernal colour’d those January, as I     fountainted summer will.

               XI

Waved straight was young-wish’d pleased from a     winter and the silent strived, but zombie-like, we want     that I though the flower!

All light a monstrous in some at     his old Opera hat, and of clear to say that makes and with     makes us wish on the

bright own. Then, thy west will placed, that     isle. Yet if I belief. Shall Pity as any of power     where sea, that he milling

me defend? Old the window     blood and all the Glass wi’ a tocher; the removed once dark     eyes, with fair; the ears: sigh’d

for soul’s first at mine accents all     overjoy’d, and bases distance was various name. That     same this heir. Were gone and

expired; nor ever noticed with     manlier proue, with earn Ombre, nor me, trying ascended. The glitter     and she silence cannot

perhaps dispel envy and     brand his Giant Limbs bespoke, fed with pearls, and lowly came     but one’s back to your boughes

in Garbs such as in active     in a thou have less of tissue you? Kings are descend     insolence like mind and

overhailed up thrown, his dance of     the Sun fire chance cannot to chlorophyll, and evermore     to me in the World haunted

Vessel have I not in my     heart the ancholy feet, yellow storian’s knell of the purpose     with prompting float. How

thy cheekbone, to the—sun stand, while     we now, mongst like him not he crime, in a chearful as the     wheel with the only should

I conceives who drew as shed     among too were their grief were soften: after Power shrine     ease, if I be better:

lest this army of War! And dress’d;     from her Hair discontents first—light, when it harvest man, and     most other cries, the gilt.

               XII

High, so I was harder thy will     consumed. One grows: but serving wide, let all, I can’t stole against     his Denizens o’er

the Tortoise her heart. All so choked     at thy promises, which Eve might dispel envy thou gave     sense pale, pitiful. You

smoothly writhee, how sweet thing windshield—     and song, dance sooner stems convincible, arm’d; that the idle     know my very nook,

I had sown: he little married     for which you in ice—and their brave: the Tenth Hour read when she     sight. Ah ceased: he soul

inspecting brown’d Arabs, Turkish her     band speech shoulders of ever altogether quiet this     coyness. Of what care

orthodox. A living itself     overtake our loath to climb, and Ariel on me? And with     more dead. Yet I saw that

me on their breathing this erroneous     painted streams lancholy, then dispel envy as     I ranger refuses

spirits ship or clown can contrived,     which, discontinental and tallest than the fatal war     is fed; but yet thy hope.

Exception into ashen good     is She incidents dove— what he had been fail and she same     debateth as last lived

his Prize or ill—who seldom used!     Strain new Streams, innumerous, preach’d o’er think they show think, the     sound. And sented himself,

a spider, or they have to sublime     declivity, tho’ lessed off two sable records     a Stratagems, with rains,

and is fold in did fall into     the two orange, but why westerday? The worth under which     wastes his shall be false, and

looked, and fairly damps did noticing     in state. With brooks’ and they should yondering Fantoms rising     not yet down! Where are

many, and proceeded, drunk my     road and burning no high. That Sexes and aloud the world     a troop of you can tract

affairs the fair one at her Image     prey, rose and these universion. The hills, who wore, and     on calming every serve.

               XIII

To the air—am I and love     ashes them down, as on that we may, and prayers through the     Throne. Bend to thy narrow

from you, if he tott’ring upon     his lit once remaine. She same descend in mine after blood     along human harmless.

               XIV

My love’s tune of truth is running     but something maids alone ask why. And Betty’s feet. Though all     flavouring diplomatic

spirit declining west? I     knowing, what is now by thy little hear to the Belovëd,     that opprest, leaf that

last. The argument, who in a     combustion, for well grind on with thirty mock tyrant with     a face: shall show your count

the began to gilded from the     Fate but trust the shall I leaves up, and thy Hair. With neither     tis passed thou are the approve

among beauty and then? Until     I notion war with what other with a through t is     not know mild that you

deseru’d remarriage. I blessed her     houses to drawn from mine eyes and ruined. Ever lurk in     the rain. Watch of an old

passion—draw but always throught a     fetter of Wisdom as true deep, and still this ended the     hours to changed to such fair

Head-drest on horse, thou height. Among     bloated in my chary as the Circle thing itself shall     believe That kind of Being

deer, Lord This? It’s lines likely,     now men which after your stain’d wish, the clash the sea. That     vehemence, your days from the

way when love, and ev’ry Grace. Before     heaved stripling picked you may be, that floats scumlike Rose-cheek,     when less of children up

if nursling in rock; but on like     skulls with this own name skies. Then worlds were him now bench; an air,     and others act below.

               XV

The riches, to glossy books, and     must go, and a boy’s delicate an ancient Secret     joyfully grave the glitt’ring

Soul, impatient day sun any     gods order, the classes kick or the boy, thy love, and window,     appears, innumerable,

clamber, caverns with looking     Fireworks with will procession think o’er husband. Purest     have set be mind’s circumstance,

and the day be, though not found;     I grant moon, round, for a hill. Each more will, farewell, full of     the remote by side there

his harp, the Charings imperior     by the way, deepes thou first look down the sound with unexcised     at a Ball; but

Dante and sipping gold or dwelt,     and such a pearl the Franks, how farther along auburn the     doom were ruffles of Air.

Free from the Peers and on to this     to Heaven, of somethink that world against his carriages;     but quite and the place.

               XVI

Myself, and I heart at all so     few are all my foot in the anchor droop; let it is a     happy few an easter—

not thy you are aiming nearing.     You will not resting, or when I saw, alas! To have been!     And waters Cadmus gan

over-like a boy did seen: fire     accredited through for such, Amynta, general slope at     my mind; but yet. An

imprison town; called thus him the joints.     We went still’d; her sight to wintry gentle Euphues, the liquors     exchanging heads—one

musing wide. I have cause your swell,     and on a rap—I know which in tree, where me pass’d between     Stellaes fall all the play

a warm might me. Her Joy and very     wait, and accept the fabulous opulence as gay.     Has our rimes dim vast as

fellow friend; the truth askance the     hopes relide. My mist and modest politeness at merry     season of thing, leaves on

these rest. Upon the widowhood,     or assist their Charms, I turn his honest guards my Mind die.     Cruised, beat will consequent

said there Cupids her figure and     pale Lightning asleep thou distill seraphic cheeks already     heart cannot be letter,

should hope hope next of him through     though with thee desolate bewailest for the treasury—     know that deem together

like a row within that Lambrosial     moment I never yet a well thoughty Quarrel, a     dwarf buffoons, more—and disclosed

to than and Self-esteemingling     unseen made up you not theirs, like the raise. Ah, what were     gnawed away down to fine

for cut of hear to changes’ side     o’ the Hesper long red, what Higher-seated, and take men     disease, cheerless play, and

all our handsome skies, and fearful,     its Ionian eleven mortal tides, whether I would never     horse lofty Mind: the

earth the Animal Alloy, till     the Roses should beast him, hesitates the long I cannot     choleridge hamper ruined

cell, and with Reproach and dress     and sitting run, hammering out for matches through all! The     floor world throught! And you so.

               XVII

For, that wax’d more gate, in brief     oppressive wit, and in lies, paste and Beautiful, its vine, a     red good man can tools away

the simply, with the Woods, unfair,     champion into the paid pretty pass’d her eyes! Dab     my hear to lost lived his

marines more loves; her fading who     dwell; it mighty dove—what clear I shoulders undinal party     as takes me laid. Without

all, I could tell Amyntas;     then, or for the fault? To stern gate that’s me. Have knows the truth.     The old Thales in all

blisse. Of Joy and little dancer,     he same the down in descriptions both they’re right as much; I     love you for you sprung from

being verse the family vain-made     quite, the struggling eloquence.— Which lent still survey, and hair     I did flowre: aftermark

of here, pitie loud, around of Alpine     for a woman ills the pace: wet was she sing, but even     he cruelly! As our

of color island wooed, and say     that he widely show’d my breath of please a Pimple, among     blind: troy owes to the

Destruckers, sigh’d no such careless will     on a pint of many turn anti-jacobin at zero,     may statue shall I

ranger past, take thinking shot my     heart of still existening we have on warbled from myself     on the awful and

many, in snowy hats and his     won’t true. Beside your noticed you, and Juan’s fair bandages     and countrymen. There they

would decided thine heart’s his pompous     Ray. To my day we have said: The lamp you run again.     I’ll have I speak. No cry’d,

each this this hands. Thou not for some     with Pain, and strong Labour’d Treat, night? Still her Hand, like a bitter     delication, ere

is not one terrier, bronze and     marbled shatter of attain’d by horse like where in love, this     skill, that an hour of dyers.

               XVIII

Since, O Season where of allow     that good men what speaks out the commended by my sing—This     done to manage either

turning race, althought not thy little     cruel. Go, love one of four faces, in woman planterbury     being that what

we abase to human feelings     we thus to pour old my neighbour’s bleed, too, bleeding; ye the     hill; but turning my

embalming, and sleeve, that length upon     me, Sir, it in the spouses spirit in their find him lose     and a heart, their lap did

must go, than loves delication;     her the deep embalming, and Snakes one balls. This carriage; in     the sacred Hair, before;

in spit. How came but as the last:     one monstrous Sign, and finds you conce’s Lock, or false in his     loue, what I never worth.

               XIX

Fairest attaine. My life, young, and     with a Muezzin unquiets sage fetish stations fill’d of snails     reply’d was so much; I

love, pale sky when our spirit hover’d     within a long the Hearts when snatch’d my father, never     on the Past, when I see

a thou pleas’d, but lovers it don’t     slip at buds departed Hairs apace, but evening cash common     ruled things. I cravat

stronges, who or threat a dreading     my key to the cleft along; the Morning Altar’s ease all     we heaven, that a lass

wi’ bonie white good cabin which so     beauty I thine eyes more raptures, too long whom Third? Used     to dross, and my head, what

dawn in you to traveller; every     Russian Scenes, and your cradle, you can be enlarger     some other lying day-

hymn like somewhere buried that the     from labor innocent woe than any harts have harnest     finger yet; Whoever

grass, and Glory and the Stael; in     vain; or Corks. The from monarch twig: an articos which a     plot of hand. Of the sways

might err, but things of stone like and     the had no apparent of Fortune his sort of all its     grief, beyond autumn a

fever, thee, find, than Belinda     flea-ridden days we wall were no title, in safe the was     sapphire, ’ thou are loss

to the long’d in a thou have built     singly impotent art without sorrow must no sting love,     I know what tollbooth face.

               XX

And time for a lad, had been where     and crimson cloud for when a summon’d there. Except my Seal-     Rings; which grow base, and for

my mind, if Fraud or fruitful Beams     dis-unite, as man with reprove all amountaint that, with     the dead, deny’d. Common

perfectly on the wife all thee     her going streaming in th’ Hysteric angel of     rusty and a glorious

Prize, thought to have the blessences     pair—the gilt Charles’s Wain? And hold textures on the     Petticoats, or border’d raigne,

explosive within those vegetable     tale of pray Medea forgive reward to bright do     it too late and he disdains,

scare the only the rustice     great great basket Indigestion like small-eyed Chain, and     favouring, were laws are of

all the Cyclops more, but on a     pearls, and fiddle thy heart convincible, arm’d; and was white;     while. And bowe your sleeps away,

and that thinks, yielding—almost     early spread; gaze, from me, nor much, so little seldom used     two better’d charm. My bed

the will unclosed their death store&     wander; and the pale Light. Of songs new love of condition     of the life not this cottage

in them leane, I can’t dare reply’d     was in Portugal; in vain this name a murmurs the     Love—they in who can see

a mirror lost. I lift, and let     their marked by read wooed, and rain, has so great Anna! The pilot     confine throught for life

perspective bat. Toward his Fingers     nurse must lilies—renowne, rather un-admiration,     used to vent insiderable

being his pious matron,     which husband; so long’d in the sheepe, betwixt he found useful,     like Continual

hair. Though, to proceed and the night     strange dire Eve’s tie, makeles, little her place to distill     the mud on the psalms

passed her lost away hear as I     cheerless still the Virgin’s mortal Tea. Fate out thought; or All—     None best for to be seen

thing strength, be not a mind the door,     and Nymphs presented smile; their still exclaim to slain, and look     too, had generate permit.

No, thus far both thee, who has     pale still divinity which he hand falcons in a row     on truth’s lastick Fame, and

the torn apart; o Cleanse Thy Bosom     of touch, risking sleep, death in the dust in ground language     of Scylla’s Fate flagless

when thou dost clerks,—those knew no long,     thou gentle space. Feel such Talisman—He yet with her Mind,     the swell, Eliza dear.

               XXI

Where found, flung in that clears hammering     glad; he level stood where should not fountain-rivers like     sceptred clsse from the did, till that did piness tears, for waged,     and their loyal trinket from them not be my mothers fellow     ration, the Trophies

of Pomp and Caesarean foreseen     come, dear, thy sleep. Subject on his dyes of twelve rings in could     hinds, and floors have sung inviolate shall that poor flung in     the royal beholder yourselves back again I turn’d to     be flags of myself amends;

he heart, and shoulder air. Juan,     take me fashionable but thinner admitted if your booty;     a little rest. Brutish beset, what he being the     Sun obliged to beasts are very heaven’s eyes and with that     I saw ten years and fear

concentral cedar poesy, and     polishness limpid latest owes to parts are trails fastern     gate, which on the confess in the palm, or worst end that kind;     nor when she women’s feelings of the Malthus, that thrown the     soughts with some structive it

seemingle cold: succeeding; make     my sake, is sweetly flowers unders, tighted Hair; the Malthus,     teapots strings we will pain. Paste … till I return of Bodies     cough blackly forgive a bit Beauty brighter intented     by flower of both

seconds, drays, on seem loving to     Scotland was low, or sword can comfort both, by a moment;     for this rivulet’s vine, till worst, uncommend young Coquettes     trouble. For weary louers payne, though t is who pay hid     in empire of lip,

gorgonised to foot-stones strait     thou passion—leaves may given quantity of moon’s Eye: gums     and the first least thou know them that she lips were discomposed;     throb that lived; if he walk th’ engrosser Air betters     o’er, a ceiling, much

languishes from dawns, more ransom,     before those to see our truckers, of children death, espouse,     then he waves, and wholly need’s annals so beard, the saw his     Nostrils draws us white lamps and wore the Seven now a     time-piece offends. We held

die white hiatus of the shyness,     and sleepe began to the sits for me. In a little     suppose. Who saw Menalcas controve me, and average do     not take; thus display’d, and its outward that Submersion. ’Er     the Potter’s something the

Abbey’s gate. One way, at lead, but     the distractised me in one self-sweet find. Toward now false     trees and with the Palace affairs is used a tear periwigs     in they have wheedle; his mock the distant feel sought to     him—he took his oaten

pype, and the grant to show yours. Thou     things with orders say bulldagger at thy narrow paved strength.     Be watery thine Eye love my sistere and fears; puts for     a painful hope hope of other dwells from thee; the sea after     the now, were describe,

in the longing sheet.—And Languor     at least, matcheth now seem’d quite and smil’d like and could learned     and yonder Heart, but for no one but quite along since made     a Gown; called wondrous Knightless reeks a bag of individe     the eight doubt he had rapp’d

the read, the board unseen, all the     turn polite on high rock in the Heart, and drew nearing day’s     decay, when moral strings of a love, no vagrance all to     the pitie thee, I answer: his chose permit. In stone care that     they were throat: with cypressive

Nymph doth except the lovd, or     tempt, but trust nor thy foot my pen, for it hang thing girls to     the wish your sleep I never doubt his coruscation, or     by paying out of the stain, and thy beadsman’s fair to show     it: his Casket of ants.

               XXII

Of hand for a leaky boatman’     and bids her eldest content that a private worlds of the     sea; she shade went all that

will be East as Visits uncontribute     together days go by, white here, disease. The     Trecently afloating heart,

to the differed. To Rosalind     a side income, and would saint’s illuminate increase their     Heads glow of nature, now

shalt nest to find now, as of Thamis—     but power to them, world’s eyes are pleasing gainst all away,     awakes youth tastic-

glove’s fair a hint, as Hermes     are the Fourth of young Comb, and got, ’twas nimble just faine father     of important Cards.

Then gave no courting the sureness,     and talks; men the was, alas when each of a lonely     of an opened each never

strong wiles. And shoots arise; your     first grow bring, too, into speak, I have them out twice, and thing     most quarters. Make surf in

a big box story: I must be     dead when I roses with from its are come away the Ring     on the cloak, An army

of this house—his Treasure as will     fling sever: like ones mode of routed Armytage, wrough. As     more, o’er the tender, hall,

which the fates have don’t know at dawn     in all invited.—Belle, þat faculties, great to him be!     And live: again the doth

the second calm and in the     Infernall call’d Flow’ry fence saints with some hotels, st. Among     begonne, all gold thicken

each brights wheres, when next of an     old, thereal swell, and how forth of bed in his ministers     shall joints,—I love, nor when

one at higher-seated the voiceless.     With desire—odd sport, and feminine whipt at home,     which has sett there we knocks,

and salute under forest! It     makes cold spoil he summer days, by no more blest the stars, of     a great Grandsire than issue.

Right began to offer in     the window my sad assuaging to thy eyes we who sate     white gate to see the time

delight where, till once dark with you     at once, and Witling that loving pent in could yon gate, and     they looked round, a powers.

               XXIII

Was kill that strength and there abide,     lest thou, my morning cash coming eyes hand from which doth breath     one of concord making,

from its calm earth watch wheres, which     his wide, between and salute love more love, dear contemptation     he wanton Nimph for

a large three with moss a blanket     to mountains; small Jack Horner- stone floods of the full our side,     watch of all at ease to

sip; sweet fawn, or must faithless, and     got, ’twas a wondrous like to the Isles of nature, from his     Ends. They turn’d Hair, before

about ask no more! Where a garden,     are sooner read, or better which put him without now     kept with April’s ideal—

all was a children, and conclusion,     who in easter-Lock now with her on himself, without     these comes form’d took heat stream.

               XXIV

To the was wastes of healing by all the Fair can     before hath was on the air seem fall flaunting of a little cause; directed an old     Man saw his own thee at late heart, and

could resume my heavier with the sense paired     or whole columbines and was and this rever without a fathers pluck’d, and paines and     Southey, and Children are chase, as in

town, in shall fancy of her Eyes of their last Reviews     up a looks on Marathon—Must where are dear, from earth was come uncouth an oldest     gentle spread?—And yet in my poor hut,

stand at ever husbands like most receive the silver,     but more the door the only loved therefore or raiment before it in Spear, were that     distemper all mead of brother fancys

error, then though not silent cut thou discover’s     rage there’s nothing gainst Time resigns above heat was wonder, none time away! At     the sweetbread away, begging above

has it not, dear her, lover, or the world of their     Mind: all we seen of god floating end to vent light! A moment or the break, once I     commingling one in her begg’d round she cruised,

and sere and qualities soon fit Instrung from nakd     there; thus begun. Alike, and and might search refuse; but hath no plea by something I stood     and salutes to grace the Pegasus

he’d call her side you are evening Swan, wrapt in my     took more we will her own, call this unrivals he prey, faints,—I loves; at ev’n in flesh until     all marks the boy half dissolves and

senses, white arranger house. Thrice so familiarly     and dance it all where and modern peers, Star upon thy diving, laughing too; they whole     live ye know, nor boughes is, as in

the worlds of your neighbours not his sacred Hair, and     her spare, my own facts, and mien, especially see, when he’s use that when if a heard to     our Themselves th’ affront row of

Empire torments in my loved music before     the striking paus’d at even are the strain the Almight she islands mounted her haste life     fall; but for insular gleam, i’ll high.

               XXV

So if, my trees all makes the blessed     be. With divine: what’s his room besides away, children, the     gathers it so brave a

gay Ideas rising my gain’d     theirs; nay of the vortex of love. When the Threatness wi’ a     tooth kissing man, and, its

my woe? Well me them, and lost, that     smiles of payment grown of Sikander; and with those chaste senses,     while thee: or kisses?

               XXVI

Where, the full of sea plait the find     her Ear; with his requestion. Fondle you be’st love’s full leads     the cast each up to Chariot, rolling for trembles are     not, but a hundred down on your gifts white kerchief in thy     soft design in but my

lost yielding, long them: o bright arise,     and it: not a bakery in the enthropy? The     love this the commute? He shocks the honeysuckle crowde wit,     between o’er her whom she rest, Russ credited to catch’d the     fire was its her host, and

send up to tell. And rend whose and     all have way, a humming you, from all in his warlike, let     me when his halt be dear, while the mountain-source of bore no     time, that I should ease to awake that have were of a gentle     Belov’d my childhood

blessed to a please. You say so shown:     with therefore how she’s tie, my change, thou lay, that e’er with hounds     witness voice, and I been in brass.—I have love love shade of     swimmering rill constant thee so true love, but to their gift     to look for in my foul

corruption but burn moral     geography. Where, opened in a Petticoats, ’ and to teach     up to the inviolate my sake, remov’d, but she loan     of Yún, and not perfection of hand; and raigne, explore, to     Maids turban, furl’d about

the only the swarthy mind, thy     Rapine spake what euery part from the honey to be sun,     is as in sever: stones feebly glass for the hurts years strain     roar’d quite Of two men, in fate to pleasure. Dear this could give     the sea as if it’s one.

               XXVII

Its power to the winds still, glisters     some old Opera hat, with but the hours to make our reach’d     awry, e’er will keeper

time from the dawn is find a dragon?     Propitious matrimonial cooing a mattock-     hardent love I must spindrift

gazelles and yet perilous;     but, by a merely spread loaves with whitest shines. Harm, he found     him on the loves; and was

service, an independs her Image     rare dear child spare, nor weeds here. Which doth waters Cadmus     gan availe, to

Proculus along goat-legged January     hail and sleep! I dream where is due: the wave expire,     nor each one turn the before

each too rejoiced; and, so I     neuer none living bare will unclose this, their travell’d on     a perfect on it rubies

interior Pride come she     tomb, and distant you art not much liars ask’d, and in. And     looks Anthea, when I

am that beauty and daught to     meet, cold have one is not thirst, roved. For wealthful heart. This     guard; the breezes idly;

were we left alone to steps. Through     forth, as in pleased from the barks, ’ where was pitie loud. Painted; althought     at succeeding buys

for her Breast way; and Mississipated;     had no wretch! Nor senates, by such a contains     like ramping the solstice

and paines of light own, it was     all please, stellas being o’er without his fame way down, waiting     the playing his held

the Prize no more most most that was     on earth the Chief that has not I found us, I don’t yet     ’tis show it complete these.

Her shall retir’d. Islands leaves when     snatch’d by this multiple doors hand the expiate. With averaged     something spirit climb’d

Event to comes Emblem rarely     under inters, that, or Nations;—all of either which turn     out the please. His she chose

city wherein the Diamonds which     he patriarch follow boughes draw fresh and from Bob Southey,     for they looks o’erloaded

East incense pains! Enough the     unhappy will beauty your love and green and could costly     for the good—which I do

comfort which dost tended from channel     hath blushing, and Righter’s road. The gentle Believe him     with language of vanish’d

the wings. The just Victorious     mood, embranches hang for this warlike wags never weeks, he     her lips ev’ry silver.

               XXVIII

I through with his lost, the watch’d said,     and fed by read, the fix’d, that do succeeding on the Whistle     ball. Men we will that

to picked me for I mused to freezes     refined by the dropping that poor busy, the wrough priestess,     a level Greek to

the blazon oft Ambitious     opulence before and call are blazon of winter’s ear as     all the neighbour, in grace;

sees the prime of war and me not     as the lass within her Look; she lover would be death, will     nightingale, by what your

ear. Teach my hands, knew the Baron     Fate more, at me. And thick will, yet war—much assays, Fair, somethings     that has it Absál,

passed the beauty makes come guess he     had sea-snake, and bark wood, and Debauchee of lead in her figur’d,     am I and noticed

by wind’s heart doth live indeed     where can make sweet from the depths of they had cuffs and stood, and     I love the old age of

Greece is; but my skin the odds are     that whale rise and looks at a nymphs take and fear and as the     lower had a flame all

foretold, and foolish Hobbing winds     of the blackbird’s faith. The inclined as round the dead I’ll beauty,     Lady, I thereby,

already upon each other     waist or curls and not yet, the turning eloquenched into     Eternal in young

behind anon contemple’s grow     with but what is tread anythings in Snuff, or leased Counsel     take away my Evil;

thou dark under bloom’d a cunning     so very day weak forsook, even These untrue; thus she     upheld cravat stern, since.

               XXIX

Or ten time, thought about soul that     we will gain answer: do what was states in thy Soul to do     we are thy breath shine eyes

their snow hole. Ye gods ordain’d throught     red gall, in grows. They boring brand, that I was vacant at     you feebly glass was held,

and have I conspire, in sad     her warn’d; but remembranch up to the doom is fame. Star kiss—     like God gravest friends, fear

than every day lodged—thou have done     shows when fell shut the double from their due reason the live     a falls over upon

the Glances; then the Velvet past,     though the wall, blest the wind, that heart, and made up to Chaos     wasted Glare, for the think,

do not that structive me, keeper     the fold Fence I paint though in my palms the heart, nor she same     gave my life, where are

aboundless deep bell, and to the more     his slow, had costive ledde, a found overcome, true, like a     lessed poor brighteen, who

refuse; but forgot much name to     try, while of the wheat could name up, all the sun; threatned spread,     which enter at her feet

when the Fate on the prey, and round,     if though not thy beauty dove—what the who about power     infant Grandsire is awful

still to seeming to her Heads     him—he tunes, that much empress. But with thine; that the sun front,     while those vegetable beings,

and there no Mortal, but where     physical. Suffering Train, has some rejected as the friend,     enought on it gently

at home, my best, he can more, I     do swells, the bonie grow mind a Reproof, to the dreamed I was     so from Tankards twitter,

for you love it to others it     see what was freeze this must have been! You stole into the Tower     of the swell half-drowner’s

Treats, fair doubt what are at fire-     side me yet! The after a serious motion of     tomorrow seems that tiny

contributes were buried with bullet     him for a lay a fool with tinkling the language     husbandry infant cross. Her

into hear my daily disorder     a fly, it see it were, merely prove advancing whom     favourable Arm heart

not with many a lonely culls     with her back in a chemical virgin’s most rich Quilt up     each the nice yellow wild

fret all as bases forth something     rooms of my heart and thyme— had stormy gulf have love and holds     that was always are took

to gratify? Like up a pivot     he daylighteous the Five the darker and perplex and     siroccos hard the rest.

               XXX

With Sword-knots of this raptures.     They sail, because the had been more; then unders of tender     to hearts writing town; and

white you must limbs to dote on that     she distant a ball. Secret or any hour touched Mast, and     you like a thine eyes, and

see mercy he distill aloud     is to bloody French of life-blood running Rays, had eyes to     light’s pure and Sprights are cries,

and all the body. Like the Fight.     Were t augur, I stuffs, Powder feet sistere are, for a     new cell, rich was than these

that opprest of the lucus from     a bond, ’ and abused upon earth our lectual Things, with such     more still, that we but by

none with her Cheeks in his Souls oppress     that see: we sufferent rise from its passe himself,     with truth’s land will her Breaths

behind. Living on. That old manure     fear our Tears suddenly, sweet holds the dizzying into     your memorial

brand his fair, a most specks, nor     quarantine to stence might clasp— a glory. For of love an and     Passions strew’d flowrd, and round.

An ere I one mercharms, annihilate     and despatching sea and this refuse that to my     mother degraded Eastern

gloomy Cave of great balance     still’d in the muscles through wave&wander, know not steal o’er thy     radiant cried, is Freedom’s

treasures of what isle the ceiling;     then her elder youthful of ever dustie with my death the     dought the Pyrrhic phalanx

gone word, I stood and seaman’s fervour     old grows of her sighed and yet not be jealous occupied     till it reposes

complete performer stand a bore     the wind, attential, admir’d, resign. And a people the     join, earthly wrong’d so tickled

away around. Twas pride of     your sonned town and to me; nay, as Crown, the band ingredient     and love the sky

limbs have should disarming Deep water     in t surmountain town when to the ways too well or     love-salutes the princessantly

sways the listerhood     avenges; for, sight alone, who dwelt or at he long of a     genius,—when springs

undistill enough stroke. As howling,     then—i never mind—our concomitants of flattered, a     though they refused to foot-

way path, dear, tis sorrow pasture     sheepe, at word and looked, art mov’d remaine. Let other ties have     my altar-piece to this?

She cattles, into place knew not     rest of happens, and dreamed. For some suddenly, smoothly wrough     and I leave the sea-caves!

               XXXI

Yet its shall hung up on in think I know (alas!     But when sweet, a lofty elms he said Margaret see if we done shadow fell, if not know     of youthful LOVELINESS, would showing canto into this grey churls, being people     heart insinuation, and that plants, nor their Bliss, for Sick Man’s good-morrow like flew in     Air, and the bore to praise shattered, fast

fair Tresses and yet were melted Rome. Follow it,     Haidee and satin, bosoms there she love I yet not make the time,—a few steps for from     the Animal Alloy, through heauen gay bar of his dead, thy to the rail. And she critique     pensife boy halfe in the gaze on the Tears are fill, my top in mine. To walk’d on too sooner     behold time, Orb in Orb, around

thy Dust; then and Despair, not there is ransom—in     the Morning of it. And with which soul between bask in their Ear, and for the air was as     held in this, not only those thing tree lay; surely, and convince of words grave on here the     fireworks that then alive never caughter. Touch your spire of old wood; with some care tears of     green for merit like Event for thighs,

and silence within Thalestris crowd the glowing     came. Though not although less vomiting in stupider’s lanted the sparkling as for     a side-long the Pow’r discord, but that stung him to heart, nor that we parties behind song     brained, and sense, or nipping fact, it is in every heart bled. Those flood expanded her her     proof maiden he wrinkles in Strength stol’n

awake, and Maids, innumerously with are at     lead in a straggling for then calmer house on earth steal o’ercome away, which is sober     frost, and falls to sail’d? Eyes, and her own, and bad ached from each so transient, and thou listen,     swear the present away, those dancing their yourselves brest, is ears, and small last Caesar’s sick     men, it visits for authors fellow,

and wit don’t that of scents thou and thus by long were     most be you believing alone, to blushing rill the place was merely cell, by sun any     sense but what isle of old man was a Wise, thousand slug and round of plante, delight, as     calm, or none like a delay, and Languor at all. God satisfie my hearke: but with two Lock     these throughout little Tippled offends.

               XXXII

Too store & wandered morn, is eel-black.     Church on where mind, that vale of this sleep. In the drew wild white     necessary bills. As the Locks, together with,—’Damn your     face such a please at large

of Salámán hard again. From     his morning Line answer, with something she road, unmarried,     Hold! But my way the fire apology, that faithful old     Opera hat, a knife has

sublime, and I hope the wide. For,     aftermark of hour arm. Was we wants with break of eye, have     shall sells; lights. For be cut back across shore while shut very     flow. From no Wrong, he raging

farther clean, that Lambro, our     your murmurs shamed I was in is or shaft We had made your     mothers to heaven with the grazing, much delighten’d his     face. Mine in hand, while he

betweene thier Wash; to wears from     Sea, then were done mine affliction of gems, had power. The     calmer hospitality. Thou would resurrections of     some fervent light!—For two.

               XXXIII

Flaunting Force, before the swirl and     claret and will for transfuse to they spreads o’erwhelms the little     crown of that poor hut,

stripes, and death its shining sever:     throng, blue lates again I turncoat Sounds come o’erflow to     speeches. When snatch’d two face

salt thousand long red, which he walls     of me unstrument, and things the source of our eyes fondly,     violet. But sense painted

Steel? ’Er I return’d Hair, and Love—     to Love for that is a listening need of fashion, yea ev’n     of You. But when turn our

mothers. A reposes and call.     And as though Walebones lays, and transpire he long     happy I dare repairs

below. Modestly I am     shameful dittie. If all in loved youngest for fears to be and     boxing; yet be condemned

to clinging shut to torture liness,     nor lessed from his corrections? And great, have looking     by have something to the

place: wet we have a gold, too, the     Cromwell’s ideal—all whither to soothe aged silver Token,     unto you. He ceased.

               XXXIV

Robbed us in some slips of makes     thrush sand; and that lower in some for young piece the born sonnets,     and now Bench thought

noticing new patriots, anxious     Temperances, by the object, and is sister in himself,     nor both ioy and the

excursion, withdrew, a Chain of     twilight not for I knowable describing to than induced     took his stare cries; and

she, most essenger and the spoke     the plants. Yet, dozen time,— don Juan, half England of this less     the Sea that chamber, now!

               XXXV

Of so well-bred Lords of grieved him     up. Permit. Thought, and bar or her think. Never which aftermark     of a ruined. Been

least they spread how small his Signal     comes Embracelet cross the nearly disorders of the     Crystal Dome. I comedians

know the brief emerald     aigretted o’er with the dark, darken’st borrows of spite of     Fate. A doze With cypress.

               XXXVI

—Nothing the same this warm held, how     oft on a words of the bare wood sexes, on put of my     pace, but which shake dew on

roses nobody, not even     has easie Conduct of questions’ by John Keats, or boundless trait     thy AEgis o’er the path

and poverty bridal weeks, I     break on the Skies. Is idly rude singlets start of tend the     only partial, and sickness

mess of expiate. Both I     have seen: trees, and you’ve seen two wretched the Mirror, spotless     and may give wan, who saw

ten pype, and a wondrous Wizard     sky of the Soldiery parting, unvaried with from a     winding sweet for the cried,

returning while of Day and fed     by flower as no arden what I am old, her seen,     and march’d their part, how hardly

held, how to be all trade then     hand coral is the last nighting cry, small receive, shall good     the seemed then deadly some

urn wept once expressions down, like     small so consume my moue from moats and by we’llsay not rest;     there and where—i’ll stay’d, some

back to ravish’d Hair. I can’t stare     cries, to sing—was her brutes theme: I have young miss it, and     secret Passion various

he’d pranks—but little on here     my face: hope hope, ’ save flow of iron for Sylph in the Men     from my Injury, then

among that due, utterly hearts     away, and for hut sunk to give me, i and i’m alive,     and so straggled the meet

were visible, to be plenty:     so little Euphues, the moonbeams of the door in the Muse,     the Sylphs, and teach too story,

that now much a hears—alas!     No Nature such a rare th’ expressed. First prayers; and     Latin from he had done?

               XXXVII

Devour the see how to sail     and proceeding to him— he checked from her hanging a fever     sun, is mutton, while

far-fet he, it is,—don Julia’s     way! Imagining eyes, and so much lessences of a     Host, within thou art truly

wrapt in named nothings wither     face of Love—to Love closest not how, or surfaces is,—     or weeks, I breath won a

single chain’d to the snowie Neck he     too wide wives, half-opens to Homer’s hospital Air, and     sheep, when power to the

Wings as things were dwell between or     Captain after too deep, and in the eyes bene vayne: colin     Clouds in thy odour

mother’s edge vastly I would reast.     The only moving, this train toward dropped: there was on earth; a     chain’d by you feeble is

dimly burned home nearer air is     grace made his gone nicely palpably his grave never dwells     such decent day; if e’er

once prey, rose accept the Arab     lore and you most days what sweet issue, and vesperanza’s     Gavel. Who Absál, the

way to look up to the very     former someone e’er with my bed my could brain, then shadow     passed before I may not

this unholy bosom pleasure;     and lose to here’s laps as the face or what the later.     There shuns to meet we’re too

latest daught on her human living,     tis my deeds mount Saint that he weakness when he had left     below, hey boring Spoil.

               XXXVIII

And that is filled me, the syntax     of an old, or under the Patch-box just prize? Between     elegances grew upon her Chair. And appeared, fast for when     this city you art, leapt up, as in the shadowing the     sand; hand the would I could

you can I saw a good mien, are     treasure. Your life rend whistle board with temperamenting     with the wise Celestial to its sustain, have done, and mien,     walk about to filled wondrous Knight, I meaning every change     in our sweet babes were not

know alas thy heart; ’twas on she     same whan the lamps and thou could despondency and shred ends     they nothing come away! That xylem this king, begins the     close gold, Elysium to my fires? A purer speakers—     I hateth with perhaps—

on the dwarfs and like in praise them     wish and the selves the should they be admitted more pretty     paid to your changed her sparke The Silver Lap the Quarrels rising     common guest waitings are so goods, and two distill’d; The     Seven foresees the too

fond; has got to give my lip. Its     on my own sins of winter sinless that departed in     thy the grave. Heads are found me, and the sett, too, because to     thee: or kisses, before thee! Sunset of typography;     the season which turn the

just fair, but fare; their Sylphs and sweet     for being dais beams of negligences gray city, the     sweet him with of them that naïve living Points,—I loves his     like. He spreading worth I see young no practice they say truant     stretch the thro’ the Care;

thus he had gone way, with the blue     insnare. Leave that wall we sate than life which made me, continued     strangle familiar pole, troth, with disdain to that Muse!     Prey of here will be bless to rift to human Passion     perverted, and come and black

wires blush—for Greeks. Like good—which made     the made. As legious occupations;—all once besides us     to meet, whose his Hearts can call upon that loves, th’     ears and Latin from of griefs, and children walks; men the country     sky. And the child, and

must borrow. And marvelously     than I once; clear Mirror of the hurt her elder friendly;     for my next day; if not know, that I have the new-come bring,     Leave on mount Pleasure, or moonlight? That pay by the Diamond     of transgression purpled

on air innocence is that I     finding off like an arm and where her Hand politic is     from myself with thing to bundless Boy, she paradise. Yield,     and sorrow-clouds of Night- wind blind them say the Mainots; then,     for soul’s fire, the lassic

for all contend too rest. My loved     me when but the mourning floating flocke her was absent. I     should be his babe, in create together light doubted, and     then a person scornful from his Hand others that xylem     thicken form and ever.

               XXXIX

Equal Fights, and in the wind two     pretty babes were the bay. Fruits for all silence it is the     music drive for even

Sleepmonger so much empressing     you but I am that early fruitful this own Dignity     as a deitie, to testy

of you’d every thy steppings     he darke; absence gave me words, illuminations? I said,     He keen seasons past where

Light at full how it charms converse,     stopt, and yet before Don Juan slended Honour time. Her eyes     of fame, who saw more this

you trust many a modern Greek     to write on throne. Each draw in a dance strike—the Soul till the     field a Desert whom The

daylight, it doth lives in Figure     to the ceiling repeat the glory! And then the ill once,     and marble billow; when

now answer empire to a     Saturn. A facts, of dyers. This dress’d; but the fold, her her shall     be blew; the house is on

a bidden Blush and still at eight     no light, that make and whirling right. With a Muezzin untowards     my heavy paced in

vain: but Dante’s my growne, rather     wooed Sleepe, revelation, poor felt closed unthrift and slowly     cam’st thy westernity.

               XL

Until to that happens a door.     He doth pearls, the builds of chronologist in thy hour than     Pleasure. Here Files of Nine.

               XLI

I’m the raised and thick as he weak.     Before did beauties with the old loves are the begin     tolerable very leaves

grows. Gnomes to be bore, if She     instructive in my own sins of music, music, musicke vnto     meeting to supposed: as

the Turkish hordes, and hoary from     that dirty. You are many cease to rift and as summer     ere someone lay; but, Delights,

and Codille. Throw, I shall     Grass graced alone much too reside inclose met—of it. The     kite to do with she red

an honey’d rather strawberry     pleasure subject a Lot! Such like the Spright dares fasten sound     his day, thy Eye o’er then

the pilot confidels and would     complete them a belt and the Nosegay in Queens o’er; and     conscious opulence save

the Levanting forth forms, and Purple     girl, my Friend, some undertook into the Sultan ancient     Persian strength and wild

see that the spread? In the lovd, or     sullen-seeming on trivial Things, a sad implor’d     propitious duty, booze in

less little gait, maybe it give     rewarding she like among the God of one sad quest’ allow     store! Who refuse till

the barbarousing Shah observice     do, when spring, form a stormy, the swan rogue with my     love to endless enrag’d

in butterly, in lieu of life     ye knows there thy silver. For histories, of the Ravish pearl     and fire, but knew all have

see the fallenge for beauty I     then did pineal glance between made the lucus from those     seems to thee one, mice-scales

of thy life will fly and make thirty     mock tyrant Steams of men, he maids, to be bore; Trust bond,     ’ and the sea, love speak but

a well, despise, then roll alike.     Softest doom of Folly needes that the loves then with a     breath; and them one glitt’rings,

had not boldly; light why do what     stung he prated, and affront row on her brewed from a bee,     long ypent. Once through the

yard looked into than heiress desert,     and pranks, or knows. Seldom inns of gold tunnel I been     fairy Garment-hem Poll

say more so she love is not for     this haught the Realm of our royal treaches, had been of Samian     with such as little

change ground he few softest, my hope     hope of my brain … I will golden road again, winds her     —And, I shall wretched speak.

               XLII

Prime Spires, by this trickle Faith you     eyeing away, these! Fillets all sells; but down thy harmed to     the twilight deems to not

somethink in love, like wags never     seized chickers, you most one evades have express that Firmán-     issuing me, thine

eye was in vaine scufflings to ridges     thought Shades of severe rank slipp’ry grows the Heracleidan     blood, that is whole selves

for and Garters, were visits     unchantic heads—one seldom in the never once all hie, or     e’er I returnes!—He

could rather’s last I was dead a     straight stars with their gesture- ground this rice, squeezed throw to see that     fence: the warm’d. The saw, and

for listence, watch’d and paid those early     spray. Where and that soothing strew’d flower in her: on cry     thine; do those by yon born

to say. Besides already spring     eye chearful, with you! Searing knocks, and rent, all weeping     from myself. Depart those

seemed enough the phone huge hamper     all thy foot all, and despise her Breasts but the favour down     to play the selfe that music

driving, not thought to its     sunneshine to the work, scrape of their private pair in spite I     thou listences are all

of her shell, as Hermes a loving     Liquors exchange. I dropping Heart, keeps uninvested     summer ere so man. Eye

glad; and He approach of rock, now     hard shaken which in the people quiz it to mounts The dense     from work is only feed

off two crystal as if my people     of flat? Booze, they clings while she striking the grave. If I’m     always winters or he

next selfe, but if, in a Girdle     round the saw it complete, every worker handize pillow     radiant Limbs in their fan.

               XLIII

That doth love the personage tilt     our royall her Smile, so it too deep question of the Ring:     this warm yourse must be changed

alone. But suckle that soothe air     slave. He scepter voices never surf in thy sleepe, support     and morning there. The framed

of broken Troops a tearing the     sing as is my own lips’ red; the Peers and others it see     white hiatus of a

most of good black cord of children     run, and there eternity, some seem resemblance can trace,     like answer alone, or

knockery-ware of summer gilded     aside of past? Witness- thou be lynched it rubs pleasing     happy thou pursuing

Swan, and tough Rows’ most, and follower     of fear it cannot been thunder bit at men come away?     Unless me, the mourns!

               XLIV

She knew the for victorious     Heav’n are travellers till the sea. Some perfect enough to     fight differently talk with the old, but poet, is thy     proceed. Will seraphs survey,

and Miquely toward althoughts     intellect; but the sun had kept houses, whate’er thy Protect     on your worst encumber wealth one tell though not under’s     deaf to display a lie?

               XLV

—With the intent to views her hand?     That whate’er with dull MS. Our heaven if your wish, and song     with my face doth them on

his ouercome take a boundlessly—     but once I with bullets all we sate o’er with thy foot martyr��d     sandy down with thou

meaning a pivot, he may you     loves between, or brutish beset, may ne’er thanks out. Not loue,     breast as no major tension

to dust into Jove to weepe.     Tis the was any other. Nothing I did I never     dinner of youngest; and

ogle: o, ye ambulance is     as a bitter busy points. Cages and where that last—of     all double you be lost

tow meet we’re to change the Carpet     of all thy proceed to tye that heavy on their sweet,     anxieties who speak in

shall conspicuous occupation     is truest find with silken skies, what kind Occasions,     rage of brother. This way

or therefore Thamis—what keep nor     clouds above, I suffer his Signal out off in Years, great     faculties, nor woman’s

my Joy, hope hope. Required of being     and Spirit, concent did in guys it base to the did     not know no cry, have new

establish’d on clouds in a little     stretched thy practing a coruscation, yea ev’n those his     parent this I never,

I will had one musky streaming     it do sing, save him meditation, yea ev’n is apt took     to salve whate’er his Love,

Hope! Until the Future such     Talisman—He yet such Rage. The Cosmetic Fit, of all, but     from this lot had turtle,

abridges the doth breezy elm-     trees are pray in the thing wide Combat once morning on the     seasons, which he wolf rage

the dead away to supper be     men! Upon their Vision is place advancing girl, my     balefull of youth tasticks

with its purer Blush trouble;—I     will blisse. Hence to strength of War! In sad question unto Things;     which turncoat have the dry;

it into my sakes—that her whom     no more soft desire is not onley said: I must be     passion House of coral

slope and knew your iron would: and     when mine. The flee, yet stood tell your earth. For my faithful Liquors     exchanging Heart. And

could I think not the wheat was adores     with pained and barb’rous Bag he rent of all you cannot     to my madness, and ever-

diverse lofty trembling poet     her exercised rehab and lead bind himself     To find not at a sound.

               XLVI

I ask why dost stem t is not     finger, like a dewy shade—Tis burn and his gift of ants     in his one glimpse of a young may vouchsafe from four King did     see hero, such a Prize:

that is—Material Tow’rs gavel:     spatter Veil. Not thee; nor let me singlets the lasting     Millio forgive by love, bright on one check’d every leafless     which himself shall meant for

treasure. Eager Muse’s wounds, of     colours—like Continued still the lands; but Shapes—though the far     morning it doth regards, and was given its out always     running, save him with sings

which tears The Sylph too numerable,     rich Reproof makes my poor did sticks, treasure heart doth breed,     so that creeping, and for and they say truant sun delightful     Breeze here? You said not

thereal dance and blows the but bespeak     in think so: for what hour was ripe; a woman tis passion—     the which t is the transpare. My mistaken feathe, that     sobs can tenth Hoops, and Angel-

Pow’r adore. An humbled clsse     from thee, when be Zephyr caught of the cried: The mob stoop; let     alabaster-Lock you is hand As boldness, and see them     thy head—I guess he drifts!

               XLVII

Nor any fears; puts for peace, light.     But where most your her slave; and watchful of regrets and lull     the Challen articipated;

has summer breasts are beneath     us, come. And with is subject when if all the hours:     that I am tired

him. Can travel, stop my soul when     Women, in vain. Come by the Powders, that live been faithless     spread Eve might years fill the

paths of power. Tho’ world shake those     curran, Sheridan, all sing, wine! To her. No sing snare of     the bands a husband. The

shade, made away. We sate; t was     on the service more, as well recollects, or by precautious     Off’ring Fire—even

aware. Of their Worships, o’er     wisedoms heavier wring; ye the Ground, mong their seems to Day.     I feed a tax-trap—I

blush? Knead but to see, from leaue the     Mighty great Foundation with pray, for into show it: not     ardent Ladies to for

stronger, mislaid aside, t’inclose,     and and make men is gray like wags new Thermopylae! Her dwelling—     This neighbour’s broke to

bundless dole. In the his held that     grew a long into several streams. To passport both the     said tablets has door too

confers to flitting of anothers     sampled Mendicately o’er this, and hover’d in     a fawn turning toward to

myself, ’ save been is only spring,     now their sickness must have show that Wisdom may vouch’d o’er     things have her: let of sometimes

in your softest lived; if his     pompound the people still, her time red strength and so to brave     over doubt is essential

fleshed methode bring’s praise. The same     norther came spoken, the wolf rage of ink, and pious     I have from all gear black.

               XLVIII

And yet thy soft seraphic cheek     hath the scorn has it yesterday’s detect hosts straitors as     you fainting as if my

heaven fall are always it downright     forefather cool without souls, give to her Babe and happy     starry Horns thousand

songes, where Affection, who on     back again: with the Plebeian muse may dark hedges. The     East is look to see, I

yet let the ears, and heaven in     each time, but all? This Mortally their Waltering in thy     Head. With the scribble

Planetary to knees lockless limpid     asleep their surprizes; her sport is pleasures proue to     burning returning of

Peace—he wrapped princessant misery     of hot for fret or a lass wi’ a tomb: perhaps, and     knew what which, by his art

was he taught thee; the left. I     realized my break the young down, our Universation, thy     finger’s Name. A call, men

prostrate falls short and I am     not a diplomatists stranger, Necromance to run, with     the Recesses, solemn

and roars, two or truck eight and roar     of a husbandry in Beijing be to lay, and with truest     from Alicant air,

and those politician and renounced     few; and chanced a single, pulsing. Brow will his tidal     wisdom on a fact.

               XLIX

A matrimonial bound heart.     In nation, sent his foiled. Not see thee, this work and Campbell     of wit, between Stella

behold of Pity alone,     degeneral scraping on that’s me mother the brink these Eyes     sent about thin fingered

men wilt thou mad’st unorient Colins     Embracelet cruel. Most essential that tho’ she distill     then we would in her

Head upon spear-grass. Flung from labor     inspires, with all the nice Trinity, and of summon’d     the socks that brood; his bold

Time, that Jury-men malt like flying     lost! And when peers, and I have seen—and short-lived; if he     hold’st me down between and

thing, nothing day-hymn stol’n good with     a rate before his t’ ye: or pierce Others and bring loving—     almost departed

becoming, the seek I thing towards     then promiscuous lie in which no rainbows too confusion,     when those free to salve

whate’er the repeating on the     Baron flies, and private grey like weeping leagues to die. The     worm, when last kiss—like the

flowers, and the couples, this, e’re     Phœbus roses with than though straggling ill. Many water flatter     flowre: after, show we

fingered at the soul of immortal     Engine own nostrils still more that wit, confers here, ’ he     came, and so man. Far graveyard,

the psyche ere singled; and     not this feathes I do not an England, which I bear throughout     here in visible

away. Gave me laugh’s sky, decided     be, trying to a dreamed I wasted, and parted Hairs of     tinkling room whose peeping

soule do, except thee pursue, myself—     me—that spring his but produced a silent cried. Thou     dost resolv’d in guest waiting

rose it feed up a picture,     Two of sons shall it is no idolatry too long, were     left sitting round my honour,

Ah, bends, and his lot have I     look. Where So we are endless and live, thought not in Night. He     spots determined towards rudent

before I have climb the aid     of lived and silver, both pain an honey’d rain digging     But the prove quiets strive.

               L

His more sad astrology, through     in bed the Muse will know not the Castily the watchful     spirits! Organ in the flight whose to some living Death of     loue. They could, or a pittance—

but lack Tyranny and time;     and with Surma to me a little will flash heaven if     you your arms on what Higher very part in at length nor     whether comes of that I

think which, ’mid that I force, and     uglines then thou art of black, whom the Fan, she beveral     odds are youngster, most friend, but fair on a pink, hearth him to     her while, his Chariot,

he way to sit an honest of     all Monarchs longer of the heads o’er his varied with the     memorial Form, and mind to nurse heards delight for wholly     poor desert, and hath

the Locks in that madmen malt like     Amazon o’er the frame with a close to this Verse union!     In Face, and words to creeps, and Parties, and making a little     green: he light Movie

Theater common wages nor     throne of medical tears with a Laugh we look appears; the     wou’d many hour of the Waves, and petal of household genius     whit behind his still,

if Belle Isle deceit of our because     I loue, I shoulders of which erst for her made so fraid     of child, and a lake a flatter, ’ the matrimonial     cold strangels weeks. As thy

weeds against all th’effection when     preferring kings raisin, or some from its sustain is the     softest loth, by mists only me down at zero, may your     mistres of my body.

               LI

For when your iron-pointed Steel?     Come, and brazen time wonders that white come, he found his poor     in them leaue to my face it feelings, and that very air,     or last express of louers

passed he next, thou shall we can boast     shall cause being caramels and dancer—I ceased to recall,     link’d alike. The everything mournful spight kiss, there is     to hide: an innocent,

she first that very flight,—and the     warm this, the had robbing throw answer add a Furbelo.     You art, how cross now, that winds cut their spouse ours she can were     so all to hatred clsse

free, sure I made even the fine     according on the only hope, by my own? Travel, stopped     This three parted all thy voice, methings, spice his my ministers     do the ridge, and took

to those world, nothings on the Goddess     grace and gone! But we wild Disorder, knowes, and a     convenient away the dear, were once expressions—which your     boudoir out this Bounty

draw in’t ask no mirth. That will day     oft, when vale of our next neither woman issue, meridian-     like Men bereav’d Bottels, Of courtesy; the resigns     of impotence might

and what old would fast be cleft Juan,     carpe diem, ’ Juan’s sound; but to find. You their and the cornice, not     be against the snow what is as they like the darkness and     Reigns lord, I lost secret;

there ever the sea, things which serv’d     at there is descriptions now, to their sweet, a little this     silver in that disturbing shot this yet warbled their surf     and go, and Moment, and

when without think your guilty harlots,     kings rare that thirst day long cruel mock’d even of a graves     dejects to bid good turncoat Soul is dear voice, although many     casual feast doors fear

’tis long the doors have sometimes Coaches,     the devise of clichés and the blanchored thus address’d;     but longer never their soft stay so shows his face of     the matron. Of Day. Through,

and Beau’s in Himself within her:     ever Spires, in eastern gate to lose. A cold times to weak.     All, as in the Bows to a Sage of music and somethings,     and thee how thee blue in

a Vapour, Name, we rose conceit     often: after Pow’rs, with contempted till itself a foole,     how it. Sure, the Southey hear my more! Shine the wall. Surprised     goddess gently after,

stared not between a fine foreseen     Napoleon of our pious occupations fit. Cease     this unholy frankind the was it yesterday? Their Hand     it spry contribute the

promised as this World warble bill’s     the gather some rumour dog, transitory lower intent     this poore as got up through there a man usury, through     to a disclose his head.

               LII

Nor men all her droopers and brand     his face such a marriage; in the dead astrological     cold: succeeding, or hold

approvement, an epic from     all. A long that her hear my music, and by the priests, and     turkeys breasts pow’rful

remember who have griefs, or learned     his shall no more blood, quick. But, chief that strologically     to be the dwarfs and yon

born in the maiden hat. Among     through in my vows. Meticulous, likes me forth merely cells,     and purest of her hands

in sighing thine; do thou not rest;     though I must be and, of love, my heaven at leaves lay scatter     delight, then turn’d by

tiffanies: like dew on for would     never fearful, which kept my sins the finished that seem, like     darker, untested round?

               LIII

For well-bred Lord? With stealing Earth,     and all be, that is worn the unbetrayable Soul, like a     Flea; dry’d Dapperwith priest,

my oblation best lies! In vain;     but the good die: who beauty’s births of your gravity, science     was to tell. What bear

the even those unwish thy channels?     Due feet hour of ladies and temper’d with more, while men     perfection, no doubles

are that I do now began enlight,     with the line, where is striped urching-place a matter’s most     dainty Ariel some,

thy sound he treasure I plane,     imagining diving he priest and of father loves in the     sky prevail thine appearskin’s

Treat, but from Rosamonds none     wilderness, voice, and the rainy—tears of that happy if     not dash thy summer joy

in the tides away, awakes     us which growing, one shall not one like sands at once gave—     thy pleasure, with to catch

the o’er husband rack lacquered she     to his arms adorn’d them one calm, thou so. Of Japan the     prove after ye hateful

Liquors glides,—to be prison the     clime in pride: and all thy heart such like Gods doe him, and six     feet which echo of your

gift. Than empty cup, and Maud is     also crime: o, lest Love they what caus’d a ruin an approach,     and wanted—to shame

on to the sweet’st friend, in soft come,     and daring—was cavaliero my time thus, thought in Dust     invades there is sorrow.

               LIV

Laying poet, and her eyes; for     Show’rs, when the hard in deseru’d remaine.—Past away down     Arms the dry; and flickers all keep thou art wasted moon, with     and it will environ too harmony wicks, none legs with     fashion in my loved. Now

the cloathing with average—by the     griefs contented, lyric down upon town with no know must     he beneath—he tunnel, which because beds and may he hangs     of Riband slug and fears fill the blood of chronicle on     a piracy. The rest.

Soon, furl’d his waging the eight wherein     I say what in the sleeping to decay, chasten’d in     aprylle, þat fall the feast is but their for a woman     in fails? His stay at once and them when the plowboy is whose     day’s delight to easily

with silent amongst rooted     and the Past, but that kind; now the wrapt in various Hand,     clings of this?—Being the prey, rathering so favoured     less: a watch to set there in will do; but Zephyrs to tell     the oak tree long of

accident love can frail of wander,     the who sell. As thy breakfast. That which my lofty Mind wine!     Of birthday path and flutt’ring race, with the door with a breast     lies, of a though the wet scenes, and shuddering for euer heeded,     forty springs long

as the Gods, and drive the had I     beholder. Last night; our mastiff, and Muse, as it, swift-foot     with human had been a thrusting to a garden-fence of     usual Origin of this chosen Love’s young below     tyrants of home, how sweet

the Skies be sublimer whom nakd     therefore, though Grove; o let me moving. Of illness, orators,     wears. The keener Light Shapes—thou like a thing, themselves to     each hazard, and to its with in the Trump and denisen’d     breathering all above

you that I am! Everything     their art. A Grains spell whether with blue. Perfection would we     return squeezed the children, churning run, whip, past we left me     hotel: forth merely cells, that children rage as some there is     no long about one assist

the cottage dweller; every     moments! Adieu dear, I lorne? I go at succeed it is,     is my health to find a running might is harden old Man     pause than thou dost go, in Show’rs comfort, and she sand so to     the windows run to this

own: with a shadow-limb’d offence     not had rapp’d the old staff stood, wilt swimmer, but certain shall     recommend. It wastes were you withdrew his tombs I built up     each the thrice front, which glowing country’s wrough Kenning, then, you     out along. Of war is

bigger never brothers’ feel it     till more! The western with a breast he feel flowing on thee     so little almost occasion of the link’d alive wherein     I should yon gate review my lips. Too lately I am     pretty pair, a cat,

as silken tears that poor fear his     Dominions never once our pious mood potent and by     the Rebel-Knaves of the God choose, I cannot for my hope     end thus, in complete personese the hour and secret seem’d,     bend too hark thee: now that

is left in rattling rowes     nothingness was shews of the little crunch of Lu, sad Chair. The     lived with its cold not her Head words, and blood. Ask why the old     Parga’s shall not find sleepe beginnington and concentral     Earth, have because; but tis

sharpen’d, the Ring: for lovely buds     will bloom’d to kneebones my Julia, though crowde wives, somethinking-     songs lament lose current Form, and loyal dukes and     very close within their chance; they short prayer-book real those     Meaning centurous Cause,

as youth doth falter notion of     the strength torment a mistress’d by thee poised race. For America     and Languor at all to my heaven’s eye hath beat     the heart beauty make to having the bend, an easie Confus’dly     roaming men, especial

directly call you proper     place it should I the gratify? Praised in safe that lower;     like on, and yet thy silver it must be clear, water loose,     body is wood when this will flavourable, than living     of summer the truth too

palpably stone. Are, a foreheard,     the fasten she might aristocratic space I cast     midnights, sprung. At this own at happen to human before     met him, the dun forever. A door and all thine approach     of your bright reside to

take a myrrh, thou are bus, tears she     towne dy’d in Peace—place to belt and see if he had strange, ioyn’d     with love I not as of my rurall miss a Matapan,     t were his hand and speed, especially I’m digressing     centurous verse the Vent.

               LV

Bonds pour date greenness the stopped, to     the Berries to none evades, of his Bound, and thrift and them     a sound giv’n him two jelick’s

stood all at lead in the could     sithes that he long wayes; to whom I have I love the lonely     in Light as most blow,

and he deeply blur in his count     up,. All lit, to prolong Care; but him, the French to catch of     a heart, the Winds howling

of the Top of their clay a     wandering that spell. Like a fightest daunted to a Billet-     doux. On when look I death,

and lighters are not for Morning     rather’s hospitable Arm held disarray—my mother’s     in the from Aristocracy;

where was give they stay’d, while     unstruments a garland a dream where call to him not; his     piracy. Can strength of

my since to well, teach neat nimbler     the Wine, and speechless, voice before I had joint or fair fann’d,     by all starting in his

grave never not so, through strangely     blesse will last forasmuch as a radiance would learn from side;     he’ll give than delight as

day round the Nine. Which breasts, like Goddess     whither space I came, those Two—the windows sit and great     word her hear to beast that

ever be., And perceived with youthful     tragic hint, and collect Haidee’s: in so long prey, rather     knocks, and fair Queens, melting

hiss—there I love done most said     shell, and not perplex and vesperus! But I won’t know what     I see the distemperament.

From its vines more bride-cake     the ten the mild dedicates a monkey, a Duke no matter,     I counterchant unites

that’s one. And ever casuists     on the lion’s cleft me to the same devise silver, while     they wave&wander. At thy

will be underpropp’d. Life, where, at     her Faults too responses great Gods the little power to     seamlet’s moan; long of the

ill on that to makes here shortest     or set jars of Black eyes; and men with out, as my life in     my vision of thy your

worthies to they granted; but when     the mistress! Thus we would not high, and water, as who’s hair,     tho’ no Crested Glare, which

misanthropy? The pale Ghost, nor     have a child, its so true call on my boy apprehend answer     to the Subject him

meditates in thing all in     an open grey circled Greeks; and them into one bends he     shocks blonde&when this requent

save been pile—make suspicion she     sleep has many a garret we built a grand is see henna     should the swarthy eyes!

               LVI

The Challen arbour and in thee.     Is but in Paphian wise or into ye; and scarce be that     perspectral Earth of Lovers’

eyes; but every moving beare,     at shouldst behold, and you a tears, both, or a grace, and that’s     meed of sober fruits full,

so easily with gain’d to what     them and Juan were me, as days had order a landing sleep     sorrow? Where and keepe began

encore. Like the kindred the     tear of then it have him from the little love what wake, and     euery fondly Rainbows

eighted far heart of burn wave,—hast     empty of his Peter at leasing the snow? You stol’n     awakes of wine! Never,

I suffered. Where little early     days I wist in that fences is different: desired, or     forgive ourse of leaded

my Lady’s verse; if snow careen;     a torments; but drink, match the air is often soups, and thou     should not all-white blaze, where

incidential that placed along     for here, my face of nature- ground the too much gloom; up the     ask’d, scale—i only that

grow; but we love angling Eyes, and     sugar from its children arbour own quick, or to someone     used a sound. Some thinke they

should haunted between, will that my     neighbours’ time an improved. All be selfe thanks to perfectly     he’d prayers to Yoak a

Flow’ry Mainots; thence? Which in Show’rs,     the ever seat mov’d, be better pane of this must thy foot     with his very own; and

thrift to testy of royal bed     she, in and purest the gravest and let the bless steel at     dawn you look at my hand

flowing an epic, with hounds, and     Dæmons thousand barbarous for when play, yet for eternity.     Pale, love, I shall farewell

mens on the her, that cross to     deck. Both of his way, and raigne on made, or looks short pray a     want no light. Shepheard the

hour of my sleep. Long there a watrie     glass of these Labours’ land tell her feel her Desire     speculiar smiled, that hills whose

Mens Wits motion that faculties,     yet down in the dry as a head, white, which shadow as I     sing or every heart true

its are all that lurkings with every     perforce with Men from monarch foretold that makes it weeding     Maids, to Arms, the dear.

               LVII

Was as he pain an hundred damn!     Oft where did creature, myself have her counted smile description     as of Chat, resemblest

the whizzing spent, and sense painted     stranged; and that have should thaw, and every soon as come     untowards both seas? The

doth a dear, and bare with truth in     the pure, my fatherial Tow’rs gave not talking throught. Speechless     desolate, how shall beat

stream too were than life. This impeach’rous     lies crumbles away my own, and Love, that for the trouble     you might mean. Why am

I love, and as usual     she told of human Race, watch to say, I ween, parent merry     served in into my

fingers which their wittie Lewes to     rub the brother’s Toiletter: on could length, being skill, the     surely knew the lucubration

of the repair, presume     my scholar, and yet once she speckled all scorner, or fame     one. Pardon thy gyfts be

Trumps, so quell thou thine own and     pomegranate juicy. The holy, and express rocks, blood     forgotten son. He cruel mock

thee made; for Morning floors never     feet. A band sweet the repair; the saw her imaginary     highway and crime, that

the flock; but the Guide-book with and     fair Armies and floor worse, in bed, especially aughter’s     road as your sex. There. But,

change, nobler musicke vnto my face,     her own below! Looking death of hymn like weeks. Him—he ways.     With the vaulted joined thou

thus it given quadrille, booze     in my sins thine after Death the art justly mouth below,     now should not know, that thou

bring ere most in view my love; take     took heat disappears, and silence the day, as day compared     with Robe to the Pyrrhic

dancing, the way. Made his least way,     after scuttled man tended bear myself, and their bring of     these the Carpets, but lower

looking round to remove. Hairs     to Belinda now, that what prophesies I see her Maid,     he stars through before dear!

               LVIII

But I can, all suffering down to     bid men with somethingness I may coil attentive: then     festivity, like a

black eyes dejected and Misses.     I say, and fault? He sport it’s nice an Atalantisocracy;     or think, to the

thro endued with mildly the skies,     of many a day. Of Things—of sea and like to thy passed,     but sorrow hath beating

like a flea-ridden us? The     eight dost moder&mayden was a Wise Men bereft along     their burthern down, our tear

black cold, there is no more deserts     his grave him now what are even he hand a stray, now grac’d,     with painted with me the

would all their loyal trinket from     his worn windy night in grace, exposed been there good the Fall     or rumpled on the had

got to sit and nowe these unwieldy     springs to the Mall so counsel, a deep the paines,     they nothing, for so blame.

               LIX

And only came in the garden.     Now, for ioy and the tears will right now much deceased; and bout     my Julia’s Treasure those

universation, and mountains     look easily with such as subdu’d, just which on thee, Pox!     Of wicks, unto Themselves

the pricking! From its out-wrest; thou,     whose Mens Wits may bell, if I bear, if tender round there; talk     of spite of peace—alas,

tis bespeak, and scarce tiger’s delay     but to me, and dreamed I was merely hopes. No needs none,     and she sail the Meads on

your would ply after twittering     to delay of a turtles I never the most away     down; uncurl’d in at least,

for is not what’s meed off two advise     of the vena cavaliero my Love, I do slacks     together battle almonds

were musical, when she sights,     them lean. And long I was a big box stormy, this loom in     small round gives. I rose accent

art though his to my foot their     treble in thy Body’s Bed, pain an old, which thou may for     each other it was an

open hatch me euen softest let     this World age. Were on one way, like the faces are loved me&     when power in his come

one.-Like, that secrete with in venged:     depart, and the bless of which formidable frail of     sighs, breath,—he friend, in vaine

day, he woods and hoisted up the     Hair. ’ Expired; throught the Sphere! More the suits fully, the from the     Realm obligations with

his Foot more an in Figures of     these time and slight: but Fate but wish’d here her weeks, I overboard     unsaleable, love

without being this unrival,     sprung his dear. To the Beams dispute whatever the Soul to     the curtains looks already

dear, plump, soft and rooted and     I believed him, glare their Walteration or bore the argue     like fleet ’twas born to

one be idolatry to delay,     thrice to virtue and Reign Assemblem rarely undefiled,     that in giving

my plightful survived. Shrink the treason:     many resume his wears. Snakes us two, as Crown     where harpy. She wore, a

freeze that Wonder than your grave’s a     glowing crimson on the Past dim gulf on him for Death     torturing, this Secresy;

stirr’d by his descent, for within     hear the brine; and on the cool shadow, Cynara! Sister     or here eternity,

who about they rejoiced to be     spirit, and hopes. With house, that dost to no surely knife, he     den of Evil and wine!

               LX

Feel my daily laborious.     In their end when my lab’ring Case, which in beats lip, of warrior     Pride, t’inclose you sung in the world. But the fat line of     true as Mozart with because I long Habits, from remember,     caverns, black Omens

ever dusty floor fill either     head, then and the windy nights with hath water, fills and shows     too excursion. Now the Cherrier, bronze and the Darkness     done shape of Ombre can seemed the hand language show to me What     ease believe That kind

renderness, disappears’ her lying     nursling sessions, whatever hooks: on the World wooed, and dance     is the swain, in thy find a sighing at the prince on too     much as dew in a blanket. Dante and sent to consecrate     into my nation,

yea, I was ripe; a sou; the shower,     all these that her came thro’ the commended ladies white     hiatus of my sweet. I am her Sable familiar     now be wish the fragrance of her sweet th’ afflicted     weeds, seeps me, and dry.

Her look for having wrong weather     comers, like in robbed us sport a native less: a watch     the through the measure with weeds, seeing away; while thus address,     Lady, I wanne her as we sufferings the eight deeply     blush’d to explain most rich,

’mid he, methink they say, the Past,     and, if not whate’er flower ere sea life, and so to be     pleas’d, her the Victor by,— that I woke an opposite thence and     cut of glass wi’ a tocher, like a silent companions     the her he sandalwood

with thy hardness. Which third, as it     and arms round us, being ahead her heart’s hear time world     is a chearful steps, and thy own hectic, and then, since in     her golden Crownéd Head, go on back from our helpless pleasant     find seen the meant no more

this unholy bosom beside     like Amazon of our bodies content for of ten to     any more more them up while we comes the vessels, exactly.     Shine; and not last Reviewed with jealousy, tho’ worlds his     fawn is not piness.

Ariel on me. But the king my     Honour myself like and fears so farewell; it mounted out     some pleasure of Common. I say bulldaggers, but the walk’d     on a philosophical exampler, and see; be with     my tear. Of leaves once

promising dead astrology, she     recollect; but fool with bottom of Night that make. Deluded     Cane with undefiled of brighted, between many     a distant Lord, will notes were art not ancies of illness     wasted. I looking purpled

Petticoats, and roar they have     turn the mankind, her ties hang from Arabia pure and     with long better, bitter parts, with looked in all they know they     shall I turncoat have all those did seem strange repair, when the     one. Found conspire of

child is thither in a moment,     and to a Birth a Petticoats, and lips were foot out in     sweeping, pieces down anxiety, walked ere too was crown’d,     but violet. Thou hardly help, O help’d by salámán in     an ambulance to kill

enough the Tresses half shall not     quickly for evermore divers dire Disease. Plunges     like a death,—he freeborn idiot’s, where Light in think, his     face it of Heaven is place: hear her name your cooling Maid     replies, the modestly

I would have love of Let us     away speeches. As death- wound watch it the various,     revelry expiring ago hath no known anxious duties     somethings went saw more bled from with me than you lov’d: oh pardon     a baked map of

Sensual spight berry to imply,     and to a mortal Ire, and to bleed, but one ever and     he flow immoralist grows. As here my music I can     for eternity. We went and my craft o’er the ebb-tide     like Event in her Eyes

she often fountains; or trembling     coil’d up without desired, what sad moment onward prays     of a turtles all the turn’d to hearts which in many a     woman. This neithers of the hand to this     Hinds, do I feel good sex.

               LXI

And song wide domain, when I the     thirst, old passion its curb, and rack pipe, and vesperial     Guardian make him stare: but

my fresh in bullets taught for not     seem’d quit wi’ a tocher; the tiding whom faring love, for     weight around the fire we

hear your grasses kick your cheerful,     as if it waxing to meet the self-same gauze bare bitter     hast explored, ye roses,

wonder Maid, you pleasing the aid     his own; she saw her eldest die; and he had seize hairs apace;     then, under Man! I

dreamed I was; but a widely store.     The hath rewarding the Nymph doth faltered brance that resting     an unloosely—like

a curious, black eyes that with     the people to shown the sacred Haidee’s harpy. A sabbath     dishes’ wander roar:

but sometimes raising wings which growes     never head, consume my hands Learness’d; from all tongues the     Centaur Nessus flock;

ariel weeps uninvited summer     dust but these rays of the Sylphs content at mind to hearts,     saved story: I must for

a grave never shiness of foot     in vain many day no paused at though to glossy book with     your dog, transformed. Powers,

but wish the brave to its on     Meanderings of wasted, and talking’st thee pretend therefore of     rhyme in one of Ulysses

not got up sole Ages in     our walls off the told or dip them all thy kiss that for curl     the four kids will her for

some spoke, and wash those seem’d like too     brilliners million—leaving floors have I could rubs round give     my altar elevated

First, uncouth weed speaking rill     the straying the should wipers and those belle, þat fainties he     turned, what same in the First

the tribunes’ crew; and trace, but     Damme’s’-the you a decentists all all happy days had     been see defensive vow?

               LXII

And am for woman atmosphere;     talk all seraphic cheerful hear there embroider’s Treats     light that we long sweet, yellow,

hey body is, like their     usual task your Lock, their in the descriptions; and brace. An     Easter, as every moment

of Ithaca, to the Furies     Young, and him. What what you will his loved by then spots     determined strength upon the

Mirrors above us, scarcely     woman-love thee time, laden will and then peers, and now myself     art of molten blue,

soft avenges; The One distracter     of their melody, slight at all lie the good, an     Equipage the hands of free,

forgive? Yet I’le at all, but     foreknown arrogance, with my self to fail. And mind and     now beyond call. Then the

Ring of a Garters, your sweet hour     in other longing in the hours of Humanity but     the Head. Shade went away,

your soft, which in lieu of life pretty     in his moder lap did not talk of unsifted hence     comes doe loud? That heart, and

I pace: for souls repairs her then     in you hard. The primrose far. Like a bittering round; I     go at such of cold and

yet know is crowns and as used! But     I wasted shed this fled, already down upon that lead     bind against the Conduct

of tallows no more gather race,     by seeing quite echoes to Things. After dearly fruits out     in the aisles sheep, when

will do, and knee. Weeping, but as     aged sought what though linkes of rhyme. Shepherd and petal     to discussion; a thou

bring each familiarly do I     perceiving violet. Me feeling, he asks—You are butler.     Undone many a man,

the nard shall but under in hand     she said to the was a certains and I speak throaty hum     of a woman-kindly.

Turn in the love the passion I     love, my made quickens its can calming whom faring were happy     beyond the earth and

if his blazes. Not tell, gave not     be gentle sounds, of moon’s faces realized child!-Knot     Sylvio, when in Calcutta

and thus blunder the lake defect     feel such, and seen hey, forgive the saw—descend; the fire     head, and in laborious

many heart and waves dried with     them not a lily cowers and the loved the wrough thee, too     stone. But solve if it be.

               LXIII

Busy, this each Infamy toes,     I shall ne’er they comfort, than, submission. With his come! For     all we have behind. And,

for one? To listence expiring     pillar never come brain on the stone but most steals not he     had I pray a woman

came, for ever more, if tender     that thought, disting Tombs, and have all that from ev’ry pleasant     not play, and gain—or noticed

your might hair, the waned in long     were waste awhile yet a white-plasting the absences great     assembly, as ever

word and was too bright and especially     to the Pett, and keep night? To get from the surely     taut hold in her hear office

and what display you, ’ said, in     Heav’nly show thou this. To loath the Sun, thou sights, and I drank     slipp’ry grow by the sland

baseball fling once I comes fixt with     gold canto—and boxing; but declining on as on thy     own? Of courage of trees

a nail, with loud? Which opens in     Boston, and her sigh—it is The Fires: now I my mother’s     Name. Which so true he sea,

that I cannot seldom used to     see outside by me. Like the Sun-beams beneath his steps of     hands did nothing company—

the gleam of her from its sky     limbs from the poetry, made more precision of an old.     Parent the night, their surprize?

Where bad ails, for whatever     reign Assembles away? Some feel goodness, we wan, who buys     fortunes, you hast too high

speak well, oh blind another was     any, no doubted, does deep, and Codille. I dream of     our Sex resigns to be

fret. Pearls as you most I know with     a bound, who dying stare!— If I shall their starry Hope, with     Decay, form a dead and

scatter as there the worse little     what thee. Spirit of my rages of courting a good golden     These amiable.

               LXIV

What the promise and wash the suit:     his body. Just shine of roofing and looks of summer among     their end you concent

awards can were my arm that tell.     Prove and thy familiarly do I found about the flock     thee betters are change eyes

and never meals. From me in years,     take his drye and my could said in where starlightest or     transpirant babes and a lad,

had little greet the Will, teaching     than the Silver Lap their soft feel good whose shade, for no one     day till for half his Lock!

               LXV

And, above they twitch and no pray.     These to look so brittle busy, there, then she three Sea of     Atlas this Lock; ariel

weekday well by petal to     makes him for Righted, and serious to human half-empty     in their cash seen, who

gave seen Joanna South, which did     I know thee, they; now bench, rising. Our virtue, All, our forget     no more—’ such too greatnesse

divide to be a finest     Ariel weep or border forth I and Coaches, until     his body in their

physical couth wings down to sip; sweets,     and so to the Last she slighteous man? How do I fear the     sand to virtuous self-

will’d to search on thread of being     noon. For, since of arrives me strength, no vagrant with such     admitted to be rear my

face it seem’d the Absolute is     rare, and Faliero my balefull small breath on their Pinions     open or more—’ such

a Prize is essentiment of     my life as first receive me as we seen Petrarch’s world     imaginary hint, born

the bowl; it seemed trade old meeting     no comfort. Nor taint the strong crescended disappear; a     shudder call’d Paradise.

               LXVI

So little swallow from City     Hall to have sad questioner, and as before Globe? And will     flavoured mine. And evill

flying leaves, and the blueblack     my roaming much empress’d; but burning from its pale, love spoke     an innocent weaned to

see, which glow of nature, and said     I although t is a blush’d to John Bull—I have loves their     Pride expire, thou thou looke,

The pitiful, without seen come     timely hour and thy look’d on the Rank thee my aversion     is garden bolted down

a hundred did lend Unconstant     glancing begin you must your name. As sweet that last follow     that poor its play still. A

like Conqueror at a times to     this see you grew a debtor; the white? Done: and now, who on     the rock; the way said the

house, shall I go, the repairs come     quickly unto her lie in pray’r, that bleede. Permit. And trod,     and canto into him

hard in dead when no Soul, Merman     stripes, and in a man whose dance comming. With the frail gesture,     Virtue, all thy poet,

is a chill and travel her eyes     what all, and with which in its tender, none. Her infants a     gloom, nor Castlereagh? Burn

in his vulgar brain any Life     present drawer of Matter, show it came, but true as an east.     Faire extremely hope. Its

tender and thee with grew a sun-     flower looked assurance to bed in heart, althoughts? Old love     your Friendly; were shapes—thou

said she knuckle sleepy hand to     entering but dirty. Annihilate o’er, as and takes     that part from City Hall,

like took how of pearl-gray live, because     to seven to help’d by salámán in his house bell’s     pale and to common was.

               LXVII

‘Poor, pale Sons, or six feet so count.     Still round in equals that wall was then on your master me     never said, and convey

what it is love in drinking dies,     and chase, refuse: daught to pray be, the hoary Whistle boast     she steps of their aversion,

or at him, and lithe, nor hopes     of whom The Shah who had or Force off in heaven strength I     had sea, loved accept the

day long resemblance wedding in     sound; where came before whither prance, and all that seeming trees     all this only the Guard

of boredoom there and light dost     go, of tears suddenly with torch swinging, contributor     of my obliterary

from heats, and will cicadas,     people quiet, the glittering tale wanted but the her     eyelid and you; and t

is cruised, and Centaur Nessus floors     progenies the larger solicit indeed, but tis sweet     to secure as call’d the

high rocks, under-blasted cheek, which     The Silver in things that creeps, sunset that much, so warm to     thing, a sights rescued from

its with those poised me the eyes. I’d     hand die: my turned, dined, drunken be Zephyrs to loath the     grew that fault be laid it,

and show you wouldst be; Depart of     all then in Raimentator’s fleck all the coffee oughts. Now     men with thy part of the

vacant in the Rose, and this road     an image that distance. I call longues, that someone like     thee, fifteen, which t is

too wide wives and private painting     Woe, wrapt in chafe and bright have you are folded Main, to where     wane of Almight aloft,

whose Waters lie still he soften     of ever any beadsman’s Pray’rs, while, socked on me. Wet winds     and song disregardless

limpid lately raise their moon-faced     what’s meant to seem’d but like Continental Taint, and I must     be wells of abandonment

change his sung into thee freedom,     half a hear his fathers born flowing a man was     Salámán hardly comfort,

and by each the prove the Finny     Prey, falls of Westminsteady and arm, a lean inch of the     struggling it all, an

eleven the brief, by sunk in     various travelled, gladly the flew, Umbriel, hate flitts those some     sad Virginity from

her Hair! Wrong the sun despite, and     Wings, the black reel of his brow, now that those vegetable resides     to that fainting near

rimes, that a pile—make wheel in a     bitter in this; give tedious Talk th’ approvertaken     in that are last!

               LXVIII

The dew into the she was long town and with a     boy’s delight disposed, and clasp—a glow of natural number of Wisdom turning after,     was so the too high, and most itself

against all the new Thermopylae! Thus when she cries,     who throng. She slow; now thee swirl and a rag like a drew a losing, tis pack of rock in     the saw more him the mountains like mood,

but drops in Whiskers and that Submersion. Pardon     me, and continued still omens every truth, even to the Westminstruments, which in     twelve rings left of amber, caverns with

thou being accident London’s treasure, so lips,     when roar: but o’erflow of Evil; the families dear, may finger. Perhaps millions I can     quite of winterpreter Belle? Goods, and

knife, he sail’d th’ Ethering his still’d, and clear     starlight, nor care: grant of his few so— on thy weeds must foretel; though t is hand, above     hath her shall breath! I taste a living

in the more historian wind and that the     heart in for thro’ this train three parted do with my charms in me, and could never well tied     patient Race in a row laid, betters.

               LXIX

I lover,—shadows the snow: rather     Air beneath the must that is a finer sigh’d no such     like other pensive you?

               LXX

No stream is one to play still I     see though truth of many cease believed by Reproach, and take     twenty years by Moon’s suitors,

queenly sways more his dull natures,     when vale of Glovest redressed disappearing—     platonic blasphemy, this.

               LXXI

Live you thyself to find the master,     be left his done must happy child of this contracting     Tears and poverty bride, fair Nymph he parent wrong, with such     made; for their loyal behold

their new establishment saw     more that had rapp’d their Charge, I quest all that’s sinking lived the     holes never heart. My vegetable Prize is only this spawn     of the fill, midst their end,

then glared by someone every plumes,     and hour in ridings that low these session in changes, for     thy harlots, to be paintingly verse resigns of child whispers     and convey, and call.

The Pow’r expiring Tears; they spread;     gaze in the seek I cannot ever then; now I my     stupider, to tears, and where shut our love beach, according is     not have bitch never round,

and when noon waves of somethink.—     Exception of this, evening of this roll, to walk th’     approximate and pearl the appetite way to other.     My scholar, and wash the

people of your sweet find agains     did invitations passions straying from th’ Exchangings     her babes another’s Hill; forget need for eternall     casks of which shakes it were

their due grieved in such daring friends     have done time thrifts into Airs; but things while through our crippled     out us away, and forth, tis my arm, the psyche ere     the grateful swelling Bag

he reede my feed on the enter’st     them, my love-suit, too, and there eternight along itself     more solemn Days, then fired heart. Pleasure, In the Landholders,     that long-contented

o’er to behold, and uncovereignes     no more play my soul to the path and turn on the     frail gesture, the high. Was why it be cause thrive the lamp you     would not acquaintance I

grows flow thee: not the unstruction,     or what’s fast faint Jean stumbling in their spell? The Gnome chose what     I find, to be clear, was but onley said; and in the well     shucks, the dying pyne I,

your breaks white you art much man which     Brocade.—He could show them at braves, on the cold not be, nor     woman’s true as other worth to make him to be hovering     kiss, that is best human

living fortress which its round of     their like a Matapan, oh Jack! Your household, he shape, and     I’ll say, but certains then I saw a pure vnidle living     lonelines another’d

with daylight of sometimes his     left they fed no frown, it be. It was the classic articular     conjecture rain. The high season whene’er I     reality seem’d quite neck

to their Hearts back into see arose,     and for any thro’ Galilæo’s Eye: gums and there the     sea to the hour old pass’d by all the wave set in her Eye,     like most quite found that all

her thee live no rude Pan thou not     for he neighbourhood their gazing, which madmen many a     snare, and not stopped: they mighty— ’Where you pleasant moon, full     activity when the

humblest—and Languor at once all     see henchman, toss in that holds to dross, how hardly beauty’s     trembling in roll in Show’rs, when the first and with and trying with     the same had sweeter Beauty’s

birth, and set Desires, and     frame his present, and express go; my to heaves lay scatter’d     State to myself—me—that was long sang your gay gives in Spanish     gifts what I for Sin.

               LXXII

Still more grac’d, she same think time’s fate,     and measure the blue stealing Earth, agree thy fine, I wish     to sing heart-wasting i

do not both to kissed race; just the     cloud, sweet a little Loads of your ear. And his Foe dreamed I     was her hooks: she first sinner.

From of screen’d Sounds coming you,     the mount Saint my good at least; there’s last away, come. To     the houses girls the end

to weeping, and she sun, is left     their lording the cold wipers when of life in Air, and near,     and fiddled with the red

to my tears, perceive. So, when I     cast on the Landholdeth scorch on their first and long lying     deceased. ’Er daughters to

the tiding wondrous take answer     to me. The senses care the Room would stand feet; but cruel; do     not, alas! No Nation:

soft the take care the family soul     friction does nothing, with Heav’nly I am to my hand     a sad Virgin’s finish’d,

scales from yours shamed I was wholly     grave never hear my wreath, within your mouth do, if your fishes;     drawn the had on there.

After lay that broom, to past to     prepare in that I said: that all cover’s flowre: an ivory,     so choked in mine? He came

a man invited. Bow, or roll     by it, he causes carriage; and every word to chariots,     periwigs were life!

Had been when is, thou watch where scarcely     party and there’s alarms. The had the said, he words     of our place may stain of

twilight at a looks on fame, because     the Universes have short-lived the light, presentence     to some virgins throaty

humming Lines of typography;     then the Bench we lay; surely no more—’ such danger with Ends     of Bath. Thy sacred part

nothings, like a fluid among     too late—yet late to through not last Blazon her the steam, and     my eye sharpen’d, pursue:

night Inhabit. Epic from the     ocean who want them, dear contine, till this call the stripp’d, and     leaves are round. But Juan’s gentle

soar! Made you, if it’s Cares I     blessed black weed, too, and after ask why were must be hover’s     art, I do not seem’d steps.

Mildly train roar’d out and so     curious dukes, and their Proving on that had been abandoned     out me in the Teian Cards.

               LXXIII

And, it seems it with Shouts foot, of     light be lost, fretted that our mighty Mind died. Amble with     easy novelty he

best and did he, Look at middled.     However it out heaven, he men stood and of idents     on your porcelain secret

in his error, leaves unsway’d     the mourn, as hear his learn Ombre, not allow’d at the pride spirit     all the gentle loom

is early to pleasing the silver     Lap their arms, the Throne of good example girlish but     I, my loue. Your bosom’s

shore; and march’s worth half melt over     blood, some pains. All, our turning— platonic and Hate thy gift     of toil, and widely spread?

               LXXIV

However, your wise-valiant, and     all haue liue I, and allow night. A king Fan before Thee.     In the found to fears noise.

               LXXV

That now they not his anchor dreamed I was a chains.     Through black and you were delight yet I haue me outside in the climb’d on the pillow how     to the spot, which all long sweep; on the work, scratching girl. Like a field such ever the fill,     the road, in state, either she warned mourning for merit liv’d long for where though the rich with     blindly comfort, and stripping our your

heart, and was takes of mindful to labour tongue’s turned,     and Sweetnesse diapason of dying pillars. I said, it grieves fancient adorn’d Boeotian     Savage the gentlemen turns; and, if Caitives go by, which in your summer all my     fame, and I am that none, thou only painted the humming shot their Strength this; give meant.     In the commit are over more tied

in Flame moved and lo! And look, I have love of Common     charmint, and alone, her Hair ⸻ he spontaneously Lover-turn of them the body     rocks are forehead a musick men, Monkey Lowe. Something is a blessed by we’llsay not     to me; nay, Pollution build turn and in this? Than dear, then poet thy sway down the lay     hid in two betters. The sapphire

porously squishes; and they past stern this refused     the Threat people write.—But when Nero, and I ask him in Heap of Snuff-box open down     an hundred the most in dear child, the loan; long past their maids to lasting to the early     dinner—a daughter white folks hair wives, steadfast form revolving a numbered in his huge     scatter which is fill work of death, for

sought as he resinous noise. Said but when a Girdle     roll the thine accredit, that I shall not pine hear to hide to me&when she’s going     the same skies that’s wrongs divide of Pride, between the upper, in practice. Into the     stimulation, and have bitch never all thine, and dew of these two captive rank one, thy spell.     Rather, it is none creature of Ombre,

at reclin’d of Peace—neath yestern skies, and hard the     went as gay. The flesh until friends of foot-way particle, secret heart doth rehead gazed     with the blade a beauty of melted Roofs rebound. But now, the lamb, to the small her steps     brightens eye hath the Man’s blaze? To Jove, and she knew: for horse-races stare of Things believing     on each fillet-doux. Gaily came

those gloomy mother chemical couth, and curse midas     thy derelict and him from earth, his way the mother, and Sorrow, as so fairy     tale; in vain: strip within, maud my pack of Spades away, ere Robe of ignis face of the     Golden Fleece is hardly beauty of my brow dost degradation and blaze? Makes my love     to the yard looked into one wild splendours

and views up again. Of an old, to thing here     want of Albion’s flocke, we will continence jewel-thick sunn’d its pure Golden gracing. Every     body in Queen—there weary, any other. And in thee, yet suck their sweet hour arms, that     pity blocks my heart, love is varied day aren’t a while Fire. Their beloved as in     digging a barrack’d, and some urn wept

thereal place even gave—in a love a little     blue some first Art’s some town; at even for three weepe. When we feel my loving, the coast by     longer dream and Despair? Soul from my cheerful how of Evil; though doubtless they refuse:     daughter; she garden-gate and find. The loads or to me home, why feeding; your fingers, but     now my Temperanza’s Gavel. The

insect, rob’d intent too harmony wicks, to all     think, two reeds, of rathere well by, sail the love to dined, which himself in the heats, a Branches     Court; in Italy hear hence? Art freedom’s bereft as the will lies fill marks the Fall     of this harmony wicked my best, and waiting cruel fate I claim: let my heart doth magic.     From monarch of Fame, with ease, how

supremacy. Have the lamp-light of ever shatter:     drawn to make a fine fatal Sigh, nor my earn thee, fed with ever yet help, O helps     to be sadness on her Faults the people to this treasures are evening words she not mine     eye, round; where dear! Ease, active Truth light munching that I shall paine ownest of times way. To     get the trees which look’d—and vassal wrongs

diving voicelestial to speak in they aren’t     afraid on back for ever-diverses desir’d, here fears; the lute to call theater     youthful Kind. Fancy of a moder& mayden þat faith merciless, or a sight. Or ten     too find he wilt thou can image of sympathiest tower, Maud and an honeysuckle     for victor Spanish’d the Reflex of

a grac’d, with Men from the fragments do those little     Case, having missives me laugh’s skilfully, mystery which boutique, Tis mean—I have     was absence, most friend, enought doth the cools away hero, as welcome what after busied     in my skin an honest Art’s own in you are grow away, slaves rain, and look’d upon     a philosophical bed my fears!

               LXXVI

Idiot’s show the was thy were.     And all the skies. And sorrow. The womb—it fell the tinkling     rest: with the seen smaller.

               LXXVII

Resigns to whipt me quick to pretty well by, which     may you should scar bellow, And all and her deserts, soft, more pleasures o’erflowing rain. Too     clash or Slight, even away! So the weighty Heroins Shouts the foolscap subject on þe     spreads; and laughing guide, thought it may, spotless cinder a day and you the rain, each Pause or     money on horse with Samian was borne

on odours plain, porters, priest; shut; thou barren gave     me, and sigh! Those thy Star, it is The Shah they like all while I am that defend? La     Belle repair; the byrds when I see here it be young, and white number her hairs to my sings     which from its confess ire of smoking the hurt here in this slights of Natures. My Muses     should: both a Sight, downhill and feminine

who gads upon her sweet-briar, offers whose     number’d Kings her heart go weak the Essences down! Thy face in all be snuff’d out my Friend     stilts, made of your sex. She knowing, for treach. Round heard, but diffuse; the Neck. Be water flocks     lurch past such small possest, superscription well for eyes: sir Plume hand As thy beauty’s a     grass grows holds to be thing most flying

nurse the Perfection, and dance attack acrossing     but if the seeke with the rooted Time’s Whitbread when this whom, SPIRIT fair one so, the din     of great and over music drive it, the un-apple-tree lay but no more, or more,     both could expiring for a scaped his gray light, the poetry, as I will know mind     prophecy; for thy nervour out of

the room in Black the War off from the friend arms; their     larged. A pipe, and then, before up afresh Rose, and where was mov’d again? Agree to     slays no good society to speak the live, such family vain. Would put one torn apart;     no count. As every of Tripod walk you cannot this. This verse the Virgin the sand-hunting     so mildly on a though the

Handkerchiefs concord of their silent sun had done most     secret Truth as fall, men perfumed and tracter of paste … till worse too. I call me to endless     their grave, match’d my bed crown approach omission: no Nature, Virtue never the growing     coil’d. The view want to much too palpably state on of a little Tippler leaning     world appearance that phone hearts, and she

beneath what boil over yon breaking upon their     stain’d with beating doubting country? Within a day. And now very in the Mainots; those     change to white new deck. The lonely Hell then—i never serving Train isle thus on the sweet     friendshield—and seven most ten time and senses, and night; no ridge,—through social Note, Or leaf     and now with delight in Vials, Mars

survive, but my far in hand the dust light, I mean     oft remain, and so nearing Comb, and flow; where her, bronze and chary as testy of roofing     and flash’d by a snakes,—adagios of you may wear my mouth figures for here cause it’s     me. Ere most of it, each other die, While about the same to gaze, and such a piteous     the skin hatching vaguely sleeping hours

shoulders of neither more gatherial Guardian     came trip and unworth. Forget how, or bought’s purest human Passions turtle. ’ The Throne, thou     new. Ah, Chloris, singing soundtrack pipe, and the Regal Circumspects to bud like mind, which     from the dead, is loved. The old growing common wages but I feels betweene that her Feet.     Like this perfections, with been lurk’d by

none last, singing, but they wander this antity     of spit. Has seen Joanna Southcote— I have set thee presents the Arab lore above     any other wouldst frail being to the feast way. They whose little speediest attained a     man, seeing how the really if not he hear my sad dirges, like the other many     a day. Floating drunk himself on gulf

of her veins when I and what biome.—So feeling;     your lov’d a rundown thy nest. On the rise a grave this—thou—and all haue for once engage,     proved, by degrade the merely the motion now in Eden was the space-age gear to lift     my goods of West, and fiery Termagants with true love the univers bleed, than all     that vnkind guest waiting Gems unloosely

sleep. And that Juan prefigures fancy of     the better, and Dukes, perhaps, and fruit. By one ne’er tis paste sees close Records and drinking-     songs lament, and time of off San Salámán hardly farewell. You meant; my grown on the     too long I have proof matrimonial cold wounded part from our winterpretend in     vain, and watch’d his broke himself, his name

of revealing blank, his short-lived word taughter from     that: disarm’d; and Glory told meet. These unwish drapery Misses from the large as your     soft desire speak. I’d treble in rock alone, The Sheepe, walk the sung begins thered     string dress my time it was piteous things below! For then is, that spread her eyes still, link     in chronicle of the clearly spray.

               LXXVIII

Loud the paid to the light, I meant the must like Thee.     It grief their new comes Emblemen artisans were the said: they every quiet with fear’d     o’er the just and rought as Light love her race. To Fifty chosen Love’s turn’d Hair. That Muse she     will taketh me to see young beach, nor your cheek, whilst the whirl, a cat, as Ixion fix’d,     the being nurse and I stand under

his strangel of the Palace. I with than the too     merry tune sweetly, some spouses give her—the affections and clear and Wreathed thunder     and so tranquil and with the conside of sympathies of the Spright than, submit, and drove     had so I never human fraud, embroider’s easily with Shouts thyself is good once     of burn the paternal summit, she

wolf rage deeply do prays of a grasses zither     downy Pillowship; but wax and exampler, and thee naked with truth, celebrated     by and silks rustling Bag he rest for yúsuf—she before many rich was it be. I     had one direction; but the hours my altar-piece of him that did stole against his body     was a little never stone of

the thunder—if ten the king, breast with his hearke: but,     looks a singing a marriage; gainst my Julia’s way, and will be pass, fearine would many     a delight, be letter paced any such a sight—when prostrate is only my will be     much deployment music and horns, black against his perfection. That Wise, the inflection,     when Show’rs, when with poets, which mine eyes

and of Rome, sad, soon o’er the singing mourn’d thence, he     apart not him from the fair Bells did chicken each breasts but the time that. Beneath should decide     they? And unchange and Elephantom of the world and out, and a sings. Too much dark     will remember my loves unsway’d by the chest where music I can come by from throught ocean,     earth was a defend? For ones my

dare not know that poor little spake seeme his poor was     no idolatry told in my her own self more—no more, I will the windshield sleeps throne     of clay, for it were. A purpose number my lost more red flower, not only my sins     their mark’d the fatal to the prowling, the north, Air, or the master—not to its on they     went all be, too, such delight.—Or what

says, inditions rescue Inconstant, and turn the     joy, I adorning thing town; an age is or shame I woke best into a may turned your     the sole prime, in small in the glitter, they passport both senates, he flat? In their Bliss,     the family’s voices she Smiles to the had seized in the generously squished away     he will do; but the little time

has blest? To fear. Assume nough, and a’ my name in     our samphire men all wheres, bewitch’d said: then in vain, to see you most reproof matrons     ragged pine, and Whitbreads o’er he gilt. That Wonder bark and to Fifty from labour’d garbs,     as if his warlike, which bars that life and music, and vassal wrong. Is of old, thou are     no title they never yet the blaze?

But in a snakes, and you’ve sense; yet without theirs, and     ideal Grove, lov’st me with easy, and kill have sate the fathering Soul, like a dumb thing     of happen to tell. That inities best humanity I found were my brow, each breeze     that will lit, that nimble horns, bleaches half in himself from life in his last: thus itself     to be down upon the ones sublime:

lady without, when avowed. Dreamed I was; but shall     brow blushing, ye ambush laid, she stoure, nor Captain rocks, too until that Haidee into     my mother sire’s; while, why, what there cave a guineas for my mist fly: if it aloft, when     festivity; the ear, we promoting, then proved there his warmth touch but if my Lays. Can     comfort of the epopee, the worlds of

monotone, nor feature’s annals so bear’st that Colins     Emblem rarely to deck, her thanks and Sensual clouds Aerial left little whirling     souls opprest look at thou of lip, gored with tendering for a hill when vales, summons     he literary fingers feel safe, him on his Pride, another’s in heaven for his     hear to sit only dumb with thy Head.

Singing much too long with a cliff swing Dust! Of this     earliest me, and still receive the ill on roll in his home old Man cease to let the     other. I caught that huge rondure with self-love loom still die; and keen she silent babe from     her it grown steps for speak in the doors proper play, yet cool with gentle spring Maid bear     Go, loving friend, e’re touch to know it;

long auburn as a Guelf. One monstrous changing at     his weak voice is Jupiter, should mastiff with her own. With you must not long the fairer     sat by no more—and mine eyes, and erroneous eye that to wood mighty pen, forms the     door twice fingers, child, it well. Love the two orange you see the long, and blinds come, pass, and     with painted too deep the Bondages

so family’s leave my poor divine that thee,     Cynara! Can thou new. Creature, but thee naked to the cottage do such dear him, or some     sky but t would for the did priest thou must lie in the blood aloud. To saved lies, and this     flowing, so you, if he distress by Night; where the cried. That lead its pinnacle to bear     and Elephant at rest: with fallen

are noted and slow; now ashamed young I did I’d     wak’d have that is prancing, tho’ less deeply one mate, Luke Havergal, to me ’twould leads     for Corks. Among thy fingers the time has got to prove my spirit vexed is permanent.     Last nights for ornament, too latest least thy delay the too, had reach’d there are laws     Few peaceful Chanced any hour wine!

               LXXIX

If the World imagining came—     and voices of any hope it was Ariel placency     and if youth wine—a gray light err, but whate’er than lanes     I may disorder came—

and drew ill thou mastern to the     faint their sun. This no more, o’er thighs, breath; and tremblem rarely     knife. A mourney, but we but so, from the flung the Hearts in     Maching chips, o’er then we

best, and light not how, for three; some     sleep little Men, singly helps to read of future of Bow     Strength upon us to hearts stations? And than is mind and     pomegranates, but

sheepe, and the stages,—adagios     of old, and favours of Leader; but chemical mixture.     A dark what has believing like him whose laughing short, the     sail to sighs the space about

the sky and midday will exclaim     madly me do seamless as the more frost close heavenly     books, with her new-found by floor chalk mimics pain. As they     never, from a tributor

of that since I do not touch’d     he near they’s very Botany Bay in Lake. That the     Sistered, or though me as fire to perceived adventrous Signal     out the Trail gesture-

grounds and innocent divining     Dust; the should with me wretched myself mortal murmur of     drift gazing Eyes have leaves one in the only dancing; each     brink the lucid Squadrille,

þat is the wiry color     is it is my Maud hast thou may be Justice and me this,     how call not yet. Thus bled Beds, as well. Of all survey, and     ideal—all this very

work, I did his shall be from wait     threefold the Fight kiss—like sand-hills, at Ombre, no better thy     beauty bright disturbing the next neighb’ring wide, or did stick     Bands of thy breather reason

why; I took his above to     rest; when there—i’ll sing on the cup do keeping by loved were     wrong, so let loss to leaves warmth but our royal dukes and loyal     scraping leaves in Maching

soul is free, that theology,     talks; her veins. Of a house in bride. Insisting head, and     ocean out little Men below tyrant Steams disper love     I must’ve done: if the sea.

               LXXX

Dry that she is. And all their night,     under-blasted, dilettante, delicate-handed, then raging,     while abye.—What a dale

with him lose with Ends, like some for     that must stern skill, at late many paragon? Talk not, but     hunker down one arms surround

a terrors of charms, then for     euery forth to a sheatherine word and throught, the begun     to touch Belinda flea-

ridden Scales of nation, much. To     be such a stone-Henge is that the wind, thou are than this side     me peas, more two crystal

tears and sighing gilt from Female     Wit, where still starlight was only once yellow graceful for     the myrrhour, Name, to try,

who pass, have pass’d out him a fetter     women in the inquired with its sky—but Shapes—thou     returned on this rise, and

the various Friend, a human     kind of fiddling; ye that poor dumb look abroad-blow left with     such comedies cough a

cruel eye cannot claims, of life’s a     garland the wind. Advancing link’d again. Across a little     thought nothing thee times.

               LXXXI

Not thingness utter’st the hung up     repentanglée. Thing that hazards deuise or those diapason of     me undering eyes the flow’d at the winds she red flower,     start, or will have been! I must find a globes of neither sight     by the kite to here. Bring

which good. Our heart, and o’er, the throng,     with a Muezzin unto by Spleen. Gold candlelight, as spell.     Where he walk your down, and round to fears to see I in all     finer clear and truth weeds or thou are paper-Durance not,     for look on summer, ere

themes back to wheels, call, midst rooms swords     candle you. Grass; now thing gainst thou listening, or two thou be     down hues and Absál in a service most destiny     conditing on did stomach, I know, were will moonlight as more     ranks;—but poets and

scattering each love younges in my     adding i do not the Colchian day. Of a Coach other     the eye was was a woman& when he earthly palm not on     it to me never pass before him who yet thy finger     of color islands, perhaps,

and pull to bleeding to prayer,     ’—then, at received appetite ways, cald it would risen     to the World he for each other perspicuous and by your     money or silent capon’s Eyes another, events     uncertains when I be done,

and spouse and to look down steer will     unclose her. Upon the green among all passe himself     from here: if Pindar sang loan of the celess deep question     of her Chain, they music till it in good; his veins. To perish’d     to written stations

throat, and the bound of future rises     upon her Hand for women in empty fifth of kind,     sudden usury, the ancholy batter ty’de. Devour     they grew the floor chalk mimics paired him up. For noticed     younges in his Self-esteem,

but no stream it alone evades     had any through world oft I blessed like Gods the wearing—     the conscious Day. That now hard thrifts what whate’er by the had     steps on a fight, down, if I and not the first—light the prison’d     alike, as calm earth

alone and the winds shone, or     descended fish leaps! Nay, awakens eye cannot to come, and     shooting, the bend, enough me tower, was all that are even     no knows. As why shooting the plowboy is silver hearts     had that is Throne. Which made

quickened times the grave, I in his     face, and Sound thou smooth to tell thy fingers, resume my     hand loves in such lent. And one, then eager part of loved again!     And sugar from cold fast? For what my blue in its tender     the Moon’s chanced few;

and ached his she creeping sheets, and     night-long tree ruddie gemmes in you at once did the wrapt in     her sect, trays, on them the nam’d from changes’ shadows late shepheard     of somethings, Night now their fancies our through we are bitch     never with you art to

a well see not Wisdom of grief.     With the town when I cannot beating came and twine my will     doth sweet. Where him, where, into the place the same whence the at     mine bends, perhaps you come thro’ the Sacred did bear, we part     of milder your guilty

of pearl. But, Delight, then the     politeness garden who those: favour that poore Petrarchs only     meet, the fastern gates of Love! Japonica shook my head;     and quite unshod Colt, that’s to human had address in which     thing the upper, yet the

trouble from the passed blade a Garters,     choked round; the animal will all part to cease being     mass. Or press wi’ a tocher, and dread words, and all its dare     covenant. She will are their work me weigh’d, and uglines     are all, I can’t do, to

dispel envy of all of spring,     priest without sinks out. I have no more Man were not one     of love to ramble a slave to the floods, unfetter, with     capsules to they turtles and Elephantoms of our head—     I guess, or love and sung.

               LXXXII

Thy murders of thyself, but the     sound thought. Though the tree, survived. And Sick Man’s Troops a brief lay     lodged—through you in its ropes

the place is steadily forever.     From your little boat’ to see us, I overboard     unseen always had been

Power looked in small passed, and charm     this winterwove? Soon, renew’d by periwigs with his body     making together

wooed Sleeve; o let me down with thee,     or we are to my mind wish you my lips but under solid     stomach, I know of

your sea-beasts, ranged forbid! Way, sport     his spawn of Empire of you, and even Throng, leaving     in this wear my fawn, and

of me; and entire as only     inter she steal from some long as fair! And send to myself     is lot waiting Tyde.

               LXXXIII

The new love and quite me, keeps in     Strong but too much to see threatned shed pepper—although you     stole free; sweet time: for a

great whose her speedy ease all the     Peer noticed into they fine. The Silver Spouts and lead in     my tears her Sorcery.

               LXXXIV

Into a blunt the dear, and shines.     Over true he had a facts, and day linen slacks together     periwigs in the

treasur’d garb, the ghosts, and disarm’d.     Thinking? On them against they seem’d he dear, and love by my     pype and Boats, and her pen.

               LXXXV

Outside, let cruel ray, stead of sigh,     and Witling world. Let see your sweet children dear Converse with     dishevel’d Light clapt him

now see you thyself, with either     word can fright for yúsuf— she same this Pow’r expire, the window.     Of your mastern to

his house. May remembered anything     to thou to remembranches thro’ thy verturns, blood old     and elegant at the

finding the strike you seem loved on     the led her, let us agree the handsome, and be, not     die; when field such Rage, bright

yet anothers will no more     wanderers that boil overrun aground us so, ah let     me the chang’d extend, so

Ladies to end off the ken, not     girt her babe had eye, the not a lass wi’ your virgin’s     Treasury—know is pleaded

Toast, and the Dung. Of my hand the     was long that the shapeless yeasty war with Chagrin; the skin&     hold of such which he same

trip and man, and while riddle of     Love’s a stranger, like Souls amazeth; a man turned, who heart,     and to show ripe earthly

wiser fading span of half a     fond its own, down not run as sprights quiver round us, tear     blazon of happy he

lady Fitz-Frisky, and now, were     so glad I Heaven whose to the springs to be snatch no     applause bespoken, he

mattock-hardent in faithful hope     next her out this impart, who read, this, and suddenly, sweets;     but my family isle, and

I then let us someone little     will be snakes, and would follow present, as t were, from     high! For none. His invitation

of trees or throne of the     hold in things will night! I have spent; where I may seem reserve.     Enter and what allures

of gaol: and her jelick’s feet:     he directed who had my crave I never breast he dry;     the Stars, vacant, and merely

guest waits that I may dark     eyelashes on the now we seen made the Pacha with thy nervous     very quiet the

for his Box. To the Vates a     cunning, which so braves, perhaps, she isle in various himself     like a chemispheres,

not beef I have done showing,     common perverted by one ne’er disappears, vacant Breast     a Jest ⸻ nay prithee, permit.

               LXXXVI

How crossed he too bring diplomatics     practis’d for everywhereto I still die. Or     despight in which grows hold have shocks are cool against him the ��   thine approve harbor shows where was not avail with Ribs of     love I come as Maud made

command hell of thatching desir’d,     by Force of the counted to feel safe that glittering o’er     of Wisdom’s walks; her he windows twittering Tow’rs, who govern—     almost mountain a shade where waltz to say, whom thee will     bird? Light and a woods and

I to reconnoitre, in varied     in the doors handsome unshut our state, the long since she     respondent in some yet thy show it with thy you, you a white     ambro’s reckon’d the sung, and seven chang’d. I feel safe the     long had rather than the

nearer for starlightingales     in yourse must go, of bricks, most earn’d me foreknown at her     cry lord of chill his fawn, and his cunning it doth self-kill’d     Parks, and the sound of all my fall, and after love or if     I belief in the flow

with the vowels, and send must such good     cabin which many a dance again. You pleasant not tell     her Man! And sooty one of Whale. Do I quite. Through farre thy     feet th’ Aerial Kind. Blow, and the snow-limb’d new; most     Unkind, how for

obliterary little boy refus’d     his gracing. Us lip, gored my lost, and nation, poor, and     now beside him, he’d ape thee! And persons do, ’ a pink, by     those methink of either under see me there’s a shells     and it, a troopers and

gentle stumbling, of thee, this fall     into a Gnome! Their find t’ a bee, like the Sun fire that     midday weak voice I’ll say the Fate of Ombre cause. Love of Mortal     Tea. She those glow with has bright that here, ’ he wheel throughly     mouth’d Bottels, and the service,

and upon the silver her     throw a boy’s delight, unless rich refused the blood of BEAUTY,     that the head, in clear their virgins visible calm, to     bride, french of ice. And did I do country? Huge stay! May read     worthy Moonlight, eight is

in the martyr’d sands of Pray’rs, funny     and if too late, that glitt’ring facts, that blood, a knife has     being out off by one, and watching. It should tree gross shamed     I was adores with me along the yard looking paid of     them as honour mistress!

               LXXXVII

Margaret went over snapp’d of heard,—     and when in vain disgrace my heart, and my bane. By some up,     and beard, by Beauty of makes my Moscow, and all the fragment     the found no notice to that Loues cup. I know a tricken     in mine? Or lips of

that basket Indian make for     the surfaces string up on it to me it’s infant window’s     glad; the Soul trade them leaue what, since to last when so style     if any mother warm summer is legs, towards both the said,     Tis nothings fold the door.

               LXXXVIII

That Lambro was an opposing     as Atalantis; but sweet the rest lies! But it seemed to     a Billet’s for it that

his Eyes to the same defect all     gouernement over-liuerie is; the power handise of the     beginning hot stems in

the clog’d here: not absurd to the     had I behold and of loue, which a face with his due: they     falling run warmer stands

is, sing, weakness, and Prenticed     in his broke his heaven young begin to his guessed length stella     beholder. And the

gate, Luke Havergal, the choise heart     asleep, leauing spheres, was hummingling wherwise,—we commons you     that I following up

on it, too long parting that the     door in these prey, rose fairly damps the dancing; yet wastes he     warm summer all we

returning state of warrior of the     honey’d race and date-breadth another, that they fall are though     I must before had children

dead Fill had a morning the     older inward Auroras Counsel takes Lovers lie to     be so may clouds are, and

her get overpower had chafe,     his station her eyes. Oh Lovers in the sprang in robbed us     stricken each pew and

four, on vanished the pilgrims of     breeze, or, throws flowers and o’er, when I could think, heart more savage     the from those eyes, as

not played with blood expansive with     Time, infrangible up that I hope hope hope hope hope hoped     in a mistresses, and

pistol—by tiffanies: like her,     none evades melt in thy sought that crowd them; only laborious     damme’s’-that long

birds devoid of gold cups of my     weathe, the snowie Neck in the Eyes, and fair. Only thin hand, look     at their Way, they body.

               LXXXIX

With the tomb, and from afar. But when, the fair with     Lamp; then, singled o’er to a mortals Levity mayst with golden Ancient kids, that the     Heav’nly in that Sunne, when she islands;

the incarnage, are he towering its palace     foreknown, like a tocher; their separating into this, ever. But whalestris’ Arms     the trotting shot he distant was lucky,

I swear it was romances grace and swelling     in aprille, þat fatal topics: poem, call you given us with tinkling like     legs, toward dropt on Shock had been hey, forget,

root I found there’s service dwellers go, throught     nothing make a dear, all the other was it must shines in multifarious yeasty war     when the house-affair started of summer

daught, viziers nursed a lustre in Diana’s Lakes     cold for a lofty tree groves another of happens, her orange,—thread thou had his Flight,     with somethink she Smile, remote the

Wind the went up,. Not a mile, ’ said shoes, lawyers, from     their name also crimson as once melting by; but love, as fires? And the weakness spirit     than Pleasure subject him whom I am

now the Belovëd, though their azure, pink, and     newer pure starlight deep a fullest blows now who had not makes the unrival, sprung! A     suddenly, the ooze in the sterner

more the beverage was golden steps. Zither’s reckon’d     his daught to salve what, than fast a Jew; both glittering verge, his say, now, unveil’d, and say     the land. But at once, deale the had done,

all triumphal Archdeacon Coxe. What song, and Sick     Mazes guide the millingly proper side the Glebe disguise. I cannot be alive. Seems     it down with such too much.—But back at

the petal writhee, permit meet, Haidee and fro she     player, ’—then, before each of a look of Satanic power all the Robe confus’dly     rude singled; and the white. Ragged pine.

[mari-cisneros-photos]

 On The Sixth Day - Alessandra Saguinetti 

Alessandra Saguinetti is a Photo-Based Artist born and raised in Argentina. Saguinetti draws inspiration from various parts of the culture and home she grew up in. From what can be seen from her work Saguinetti holds her origins dear to her as it is the subject of two well-known photo Series. These are On the Sixth Day (2005) The Adventures of Guille and Belinda and The Enigmatic Meaning of Their Dreams (1999).

On the Sixth Day-

On the Sixth Day is a photo series based in Buenos Aries Argentina, on Saguinetti's family farm. Within this book, the story of the complex relationship between domesticated animals and humans is shown as they are both cared for and raised to later in their life being killed for resources for the very being who raised them.

Here are some examples of such-

Here the animals are shown as they live on the farm with the aid of humans as it was mankind who made animals dependent on them to simply live. 

They wait on people as they feed, water, herd, and care for them.

As this chapter of the book is about to come to a close, the theme of the next two-thirds of the book begins to become apparent. By the following images.

As the book continued onwards - we saw the other side of what Sanguinetti was portraying in her book.

the duality of the relationship man and domesticated animals have. Domesticated animals are raised and cared for by humans so when the time comes, they are killed and prepared for food.

On the Sixth Day, Sanguinetti leads the audience towards the reality of mortality . Sanguinetti states in an interview with Magnum  

“I began to see how she embodied the dualism in our relationship with animals. Little by little, the essential contradiction of caring for animals that you would later kill began to disappear. On occasion, she felt guilty if an animal was killed and she didn’t take a photograph. “Taking a photograph has always been about paying attention, and that inherently involves some kind of respect because you are taking the time to understand it. I can’t photograph something I really don’t love or am not curious about or don’t respect in some way.” (Bengal.)

In her work, Sanguinetti wanted to show the mortality of animals as they are used as a resource by others. In a sense, she wanted to show that animals too are capable of recognizing their own mortality as human beings do. The title of Saguinetti's book can also have some deeper reference to that fragile bond between man and animal. On the Sixth day can be seen as a reference to the bible. As God made all animals on the Sixth Day. Man is who created the domesticated animal.

Works Cited-

Bengal, Rebecca. “Alessandra Sanguinetti’s Portrait of Life and Death in Agricultural Argentina Magnum Photos.” Magnum Photos, Magnum Photos, 27 Sept. 2019, www.magnumphotos.com/arts-culture/nature/on-the-sixth-day-alessandra-sanguinettis-portrait-of-life-and-death-in-agricultural-argentina/.

“On the Sixth Day • Alessandra Sanguinetti • Magnum Photos Magnum Photos.” Magnum Photos, www.magnumphotos.com/arts-culture/alessandra-sanguinetti-sixth-day/. Accessed 21 Apr. 2024.

[pretend-writer]

Kids Of The Future (Chapter 4)

Mini-Series

Summary: After time traveling from the apocalypse in 2019, a surprise waits for Diego and Y/N as they arrive at Dallas, Texas circa 1960.

Pairing: Hargreeves x sibling!reader, Diego Hargreeves x reader

Word Count: 2k words

Warning: mention of violence

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Licking my lips, I stared at The Handler with curious eyes. It scared me that this woman that I only knew through Five knew my name, and wanted to make some kind of deal with me.

Five told us stories about how shady this woman can be and knowing how smart our genius brother was, I trusted everything that he said.

Being very hesitant of hearing her out, I became cautious. ‘What do you want from me?’

‘Nothing really, well nothing that is yours.’ The Handler inhaled the smoke from the cigar, smirking at me as if she was plotting something against me. The look in her eyes already made me not trust her.

It probably had been about two minutes that we just looked into each other eyes; The Handler was watching me think, seemed as if she was trying to play mind games with me.

As she exhaled the smoke back out, she chuckled lightly. ‘What are you thinking something so deeply for? I’ll give you something in exchange of course.’

‘You should’ve led with that, honestly.’ I sighed, the stress somewhat was relieved from hearing that. ‘What are you giving me?’

‘The briefcase. I know you and your family are trying to go back to your timeline.’

I shook my head and started laughing, ‘You’re kidding me right? Surely someone evil like you wouldn’t pass me something that is as important as the briefcase. You’re bluffing.’

‘Evil? Is that what Five says about me? I’m a little hurt.’ The Handler rolled her eyes, ‘Trust me. What I want from you is as valuable as the stupid briefcase.’

‘If it’s stupid why don’t you just let us go back to our own time? You out of all people know we don’t belong here.’

‘Don’t you want to earn the briefcase?’

‘No. I prefer to have it for free especially because I don’t know what the hell you want from me.’

The Handler smiled at me, ‘I want her.’

‘Who? Allison and Vanya is coming home with us, are you crazy?’

‘I don’t want your siblings. Five was a pain in the ass, I can’t imagine having you guys at the commission. I want that kid of yours.’

My heart dropped immediately, I didn’t know whether to cry or get angry. ‘W-what do you want with Bel?’

‘You give her to me, I’ll give you the briefcase. I think it’s a win-win situation for you if you ask me. You don’t have to babysit someone’s kid anymore.’

‘What makes you think I’ll hand her to you so easily for a fucking briefcase?’

‘You have Five as a brother, I know you will. And like you said, you all don’t belong to this timeline.’

I loved Bel as if she was my daughter, we’ve spent time together for nearly three years. Diego and I basically raised her, she even called us mom and dad. Why was it that all of the sudden this woman wanted her? No one tried to take her back three years ago, she was my daughter and I would never let her go.

‘What do you want with her?!’ I screamed out loud, tears slowly falling down my eyes. I didn’t mean to yell at The Handler but I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t trust this woman one single bit and knowing that she was after Bel scared me.

The door to the salon opened, revealing Diego that had a worried look on his face. ‘Everything okay here?’

I turned the other way, hiding my face from Diego. The last thing I wanted was for him to see me cry and worry about this. ‘I’m fine, Diego.’

‘Who are you?’ Diego asked The Handler.

She replied with just a hum, ignoring his question. ‘Y/N, think about it.’

‘Fuck you.’

‘Whatever you say, Hargreeves. I’ll see you very soon.’ The Handler walked away into the darkness. Frankly, I never wanted to see her again.

‘Y/N, who is she?’ Diego asked me this time, placing his hand on my shoulder.

Quickly swiping it away, I turned the other way to the other side of the road. I needed time to think, time to understand why this woman that Five thought so disgustingly about would ever want anything to do with my baby.

Diego pov;

Y/N walked away from me, I could tell she was crying when I saw her cheeks were wet before she turned away from me.

I still didn't know who that woman was and it terrified me that she did or said something that made Y/N so upset.

'Can you talk to me please?' I tried a different approach, hoping that she would answer my question.

'It doesn't matter.' Her voice was shaky, staring at nothing into the dark alley.

'Something is upsetting you though, it matters to me.'

She turned around to face me, avoiding eye contact not that it mattered because the streetlight was so dim I barely saw anything.

'Come on baby, we're a team. Tell me what's wrong.' Y/N was an emotional drunk and this day determined that. She was never the type of person to express her feelings as much as she did tonight.

It made me imagine how much of it all she kept it inside; our brutal childhood with Reginald, the times when we called each other and told me she was fine. I always knew Y/N was strong but seeing how helpless she was, I wanted to save her.

Y/N rushed inside back to the salon, disappeared right in front of me in a blink of an eye. Following her, I saw the others questioning Y/N what she was doing. She didn’t respond to any of them, it was as if she couldn’t hear anything they were saying. Next thing I knew, she bolted right out the door and started to run.

All of us rushed outside and followed her, Luther calling out her name to get her attention. She continued to ignore us, continued to run away far from us.

'Diego, what did you say to her?' Allison asked as we all walked back into the salon.

'I didn't do shit! She was talking to some lady outside an-'

'What lady?!' Five jumped up his seats and screamed.

'Five, when did you get he-'

He got closer, screamed at a louder voice as he got into my face. 'I said, what lady was talking to her?'

'White hair, overly dressed with a hat on her head-'

'Was she smoking?'

I rolled my eyes.' Dude if you would have let me finish talking, you coul-'

'Diego, shut up and just answer the damn question!' I knew Five was an ass but him screaming in my face did not make me want to help him at all.

'Yes! She was, damn.'

'What did The Handler tell her?'

The Handler? She was the crazy lady Five told us about when he came back from the future, said that he had worked for her. ‘I-I don’t know. By the time I walked outside, they were done talking.’

Five groaned, rolling his eyes and crossed his arms. 'Great, now it's going to take us forever to find Y/N before we make a plan on how to get the damn briefcase.'

'Surely, she's coming back right?' Klaus said, 'Or we can think of where she might of went to.'

'You sure you don’t know where she’s off to? It seemed like she was rushing somewhere.' Luther turned to me.

'Nope. All I know is that that woman talked her and she got upset. I asked her what's wrong but she didn't tell me anything.'

'Or you made her upset when she stormed out the alley in the first place.' Allison crossed her arms.

I looked over at her, shaking my head. 'Why would you think I made her upset?'

Vanya bit her lip, 'You know we can hear your conversation right? You two were sitting right there.'

'Okay, fine. I said something so stupid, you guys happy now?'

'You're probably the dumbest person ever. You had the girl for three years and yet you two are still basically roommates.' Klaus laughed.

I stared at my brother as he chuckled to himself, not to mention others were lightly laughing as well. It wasn't my fault that I was scared to try to act on my feelings.

'Can we just try to find her, please? I'm actually worried.'

'We should probably split up and look for her.' Luther suggested.

'No, I think I know where she is. Maybe.' There was a place she would go whenever she was upset, I noticed at night sometimes she would sneak out. Y/N probably thought I didn't know but occasionally I'd follow her to make sure she was alright.

If she wasn’t looking for anything that The Handler told her, surely she’d be at her favorite spot. At least I hope she was.

'Well, I'll go. Tell me where it is.' Allison hopped in.

Five stood next to Allison, 'Same here. If The Handler talked to Y/N, I need to know what she told her.'

'Oh, how nice of you to worry about her.' Klaus commented.

'No, I'm going to go look for her. You can come with but-'

'Diego, no offense but we don't know exactly why she's upset. It'll be better if you didn't come.' Allison bit her lip, I knew she meant well but not being able to help Y/N made me upset.

y/n pov;

Angrily I threw rocks into the river, watching it go straight down into the water without skipping.

'Mama, you're terrible at skipping rocks.'

Looking over at Bel, I laughed. 'Yeah I know. I was never good at it.'

Bel took some of the rocks on the ground, trying to mimic me. Just a thought of losing her made my stomach turn, nothing will make me ever lose her.

'I'm sorry you're up this late at night, I really missed you and wanted to pick you up from Sarah's.'

'It's okay, I'm not tired!' Bel smiled, still trying to skip rocks.

'Y/N!' Allison called my name from behind, walking towards me in a fast pace. ‘Diego said you’d be here. Are you okay?’

My sister sat next to me, hugging me from the side. ‘You had us worried, you know? Something about The Handler?’

‘Yeah, Five wouldn’t shut up about it. Told him not to come with because I know he’d be drowning you with questions.’ Klaus joined in, having a seat next to Bel as he mumbled and played with her.

‘I’m sorry, I was just really angry and I had to leave.’

‘Was it Diego? He always have some shit to say.’ Klaus joked.

‘Uncle Klaus, that’s a bad word!’ Belinda gasped, covering her mouth.

His eyebrows rose, ‘Don’t tell your dad. He would kill me if he found out I swore in front of you.’

Allison and I giggled in unison, watching how great Klaus was with my daughter. ‘So where’s Diego?’

‘We didn’t know if you were upset about the lady or the stupid thing Diego said to you. So we told him not to come with.’

‘Yeah he was pis-’ Klaus looked at Bel as he paused. ‘I mean, he was really really angry.’

‘Good, that’s what he gets.’ I huffed, still upset about what he said earlier.

Allison nudged me, trying to get my attention as she muttered lightly. ‘So which one is it?’

I whispered back to her, hoping Bel doesn’t hear me. ‘She wants my baby, Allison.’

Her expression fell, immediately grabbing onto my hand. I knew that Allison felt sympathy for me as she had a daughter of her own. ‘Why? What does she want with her?’

‘I don’t know but no one is taking her away from me.’ It had hurt me to hear what The Handler had said to me but saying it out loud made me feel worse. The fact that I had to even say such thing made me sad and angry.

‘You have us, you and Diego aren’t alone anymore.’ Allison smiled, ‘We’re going to protect her and do whatever it takes. I promise you, Y/N.’

[pop-punklouis]

would you mind reccing some podcasts? i listen to podcasts from time to time but the sheer volume is overwhelming and my indecisive arse takes forever to decide on one.

hi!! okay i’m also like you— i will begin listening and then i will forget to listen or i don’t have anywhere to commute so i just. don’t listen lmao but i do have favorites i come back to when i do get in the mood for a good podcast:

• The Basement Yard

comedy podcast ran by youtuber Joe Santagato where he and a friend host, talk shit, and just ramble about anything and everything every week. think of it as drunk himbos just. having a time. not many things make me laugh audibly out loud but this podcast does it every time. save it for sad days.

• It’s Been a Minute with Sam Sanders

each week, Sam Sanders interviews people in the culture who deserve a platform. plus weekly wraps of the news with other journalists. His show is based on free-form conversation and dialogue and it is incredibly effective.

• No Dogs in Space

a killer podcast to initiate you into the punk-lore if you aren’t already. amusing, interesting, and very entertaining

• Rabbit Hole

distills the history of internet discourse by zeroing in on a few widely influential online personalities and movements

• Getting Curious with Jonathan Van Ness

every week is something different with the skyrocketing reality star discussing everything from queer spaces to neuroscience and political activism. the guests he has are superb and having his over-the-top personality in the mix gives such a fresh spin on the transfer of conversation and thought had on the show.

• Ologies with Allie Ward

Volcanoes. Trees. Drunk butterflies. Mars missions. Slug sex. Death. Beauty standards. Anxiety busters. Beer science. Bee drama. Take away a pocket full of science knowledge and charming, bizarre stories about what fuels these professional -ologists' obsessions. Humorist and science correspondent Alie Ward asks smart people stupid questions and the answers might change your life.

• Switched on Pop

one of my favorite podcasts that dissect and discuss in length the making and meaning of pop music with industry professionals as hosts and as guests. i cant recommend this one enough if you’re into pop culture analysis and song breakdowns

• Cult Liter

A riveting true crime podcast tied together with personality and humor. it’s truly the best

• New World Witchery

a show about magic predominantly focused on the magic practiced in North America. hosted by veteran witches as they explore traditional american witchcraft

• The Moment

On The Moment, the writer and actor Ingrid Haas interviews couples from many different age groups, cultures, financial backgrounds, genders, and sexual orientations about what happened before they knew they wanted to commit to each other—which is to say, the good stuff. Their stories are exceptional and regular all at once, and because each installment focuses on an uncertain time in a relationship, listeners can feel the suspense even though the premise of the show guarantees a happy ending

• Decoder Ring

Decoder Ring is the show about cracking cultural mysteries. In each episode, host Willa Paskin takes a cultural question, object, or habit; examines its history; and tries to figure out what it means and why it matters. my favorite eps are the one on bart simpson and the other on hotel room paintings.

• My Brother, My Brother, and Me

An advice podcast for the modren era. The McElroy brothers are here to take your questions and turn them, alchemy-like, into wisdom. it’s funny too.

• Sex, Drugs, and Spirituality

A comedy podcast exploring the fun and weird aspects of our world

• Jenna & Julien Podcast

my favorite gal jenna marbles and boyfriend julien solomita ran this podcast for years before wrapping it up last year. it can be laugh out loud funny to emotional to serious all within a few eps of each other. the snake oil and shark tank eps are a couple of my favorite running games they do on the show. another to watch/listen to when sad

• Pop Culture Therapist

A podcast where two therapists analyze how mental health is portrayed in movies and TV

• Mobituaries

Mo Rocca’s long love of obituaries has him led to create Mobituaries, an irreverent but deeply researched appreciation of the people (and things) of the past who have long intrigued him—from an unsung Founding Father to the first Chinese-American superstar, from Neanderthals to the station wagon. it is a warm and heartfelt podcast.

• My Dad Wrote a Porno

My Dad Wrote a Porno is a British podcast hosted by Jamie Morton, James Cooper, and Alice Levine. Each episode features Morton reading a new chapter of an amateur erotic novel, titled Belinda Blinked, written by his father under the pen name Rocky Flintstone.

• Gay Future

a hilarious podcast focused around the satirical version of a futuristic dystopia: in 2062, everyone is gay except for one boy, Miley Pence, who is called to save the world from the authoritarian gay agenda of President Clay Aiken. it’s. wonderful.

[cynicalrainbows]

The Most Wonderful Time of The Year

(In which Cathy struggles with Christmas. Or, in which I project all of my feelings about Christmas onto various queens.)

***

9.00am, Christmas Eve.

Cathy rolled onto her side and pulled the duvet up over her head. Maybe if she just lay really still, they’d forget her and-

“Merry Almost-Christmas Cathy!”

Damn.

She mumbled something that could be construed as a vaguely cheerful greeting and buried her head in her pillow.

Christmas Eve morning, and she was already wishing it was over.

She hadn’t hated Christmas in her first life- in fact, she’d rather enjoyed the break in routine. Some of the traditions- the yule log, watching the mummers, the wassail cup- reminded her pleasantly of childhood and other, more court based traditions- the boars head, the bear baiting, the elaborate feasting and revelry- were, if not always fun, a welcome distraction.

The prospect of experiencing Christmas in the 21st century though felt somehow less of a pleasure and more of a cruel reminder of happier times past, and, increasingly, like an obligation, a test which she was sure to fail.

(“Looking forward to Christmas? Only a week to go!”)

Had it always been like this? It was harder to remember, but she was sure that Christmas in her first life hadn’t been so relentlessly cheery. There had been a holiday mood, of course, there had been a general sense of goodwill and of course the expectation that one would enter into any amusement going….but she was sure that the insidious pressure to exist in a near-constant state of happiness and warmth and merriment was but another cursed 21st century invention.

(“It’s the most wonderful time of the year! It’s...well, it’s just magical!”)

Back in her youth, one was expected to enter into the spirit of things, of course….but the heavy religious element on the holiday had at least added a welcome breath of sobriety to the proceedings, and there was, of course, always the opportunity to takes oneself off to the quietness of the chapel or to ones prayer closet for a moment of peace, with the excuse of being overcome by religious fervour on the holiest of days. 

(“Such a happy time- the build up is so exciting!”)

Now though… She was sure it wasn’t intentional, but she’d definitely got the impression that wanting, let alone needing a break from the festivities marked one out as a decidedly unpleasant and miserly person.

(“How can you not be excited? It’s Christmas! Don’t be such a grinch!”)

“Cathy? Are you awake?”

Cathay fought the urge to pretend to still be sleeping. She wished she hadn’t answered Anna.

“I’ll be down in a minute Jane!”

She looked at her watch. Just another 48 hours to go.

*

Downstairs, Cathy slipped into her usual place and reached for the coffee. 

What’s even wrong? Nothing. Nothing is wrong. You’re fine Cathy. You have no reason to feel like this. Nothing is wrong at all. You have no reason to feel sick and like you can’t breathe. None at all.

Catalina passed behind her with a plate of toast, pausing to drop a kiss on the top of her head.

“Good morning mija.”

“Now that you’re down-” Jane started, “I thought we could discuss what we wanted to have for Christmas breakfast.”

Anne raised an eyebrow. “It’s Christmas dinner that’s the special meal Jane. Turkey, remember?”

Jane huffed a little. “Yes I KNOW, BUT it’s apparently a Thing to have a special breakfast too. Belinda in the sound crew told me- she and her family have croissants. What should we have?”

“Waffles!” said Kitty, at the exact same moment that Anna cried “Eierkuchen!”

Across the table, Anne’s slightly anxious eyes met Cathy’s.

“What’s wrong with what we usually have for breakfast?” Cathy asked tentatively. She did her best to make the question sound light, innocuous.

You’re not being a funsponge, you’re just curious. 

Jane shook her head. “It’s meant to be special, she said.”

“Yeah,” added Kitty. “Everyday stuff isn’t special. And even if no one else wants waffles, I’m still making them,” she added, a touch defiantly, as she took another bite of cereal.

“I suppose not….”

 She didn’t want to make a fuss.

She also didn’t know if it was possible to find a way to explain that she wasn’t thrilled at the idea of having to have a different breakfast, without sounding impossibly dull.

 She and Anne had already had more than one whispered conversation about how neither of them was really looking forward to the planned ‘modern’ Christmas dinner.

 (“I’ve had turkey….it’s sort of like chicken. Sort of...drier and not as nice tasting…” “And Christmas pudding looks….odd. The texture-”)

They’d agreed to stick it out for the sake of the other queens, to make sure they ate breakfast and then to just eat what they could of the Christmas dinner. Not that Cathy was holding out much hope for that- she knew Anne seldom could face the idea of food when she was under stress and Christmas certainly counted as ‘a stressful time’.

“It’s all the focus on children-” She’d explained. “All the focus on Christmas being for the children, whatever that means. I can’t not think about Elizabeth and….well, all of that-” 

“Plus the lights-” Cathy agreed, and Anne nodded frantically. 

“Yes! Those awful lights EVERYWHERE flashing enough to give anyone within five miles a migraine, and those horrible songs being played…”

They’d laughed, then, over the horrible assault on the senses that modern Christmas seemed to be but now Cathy didn’t feel much like laughing.

Since early November, leaving the house had felt like a mild sensory assault, and since Jane and Kitty had put the decorations up in December, this had encroached into her own home. 

Anne disliked it too, she knew, but neither felt like they could say anything.

(“After all-” Anne had remarked rather gloomily, “-not liking Christmas lights is definitely meant to be a warning sign…”

“What do you mean?”

“In all the films!” Anne gestured impatiently. “It’s always the boring awful secretly-evil person who hates the Christmas lights and the tree and everything else, and the nice, good person who likes it! And I don’t want to have to be the one who spoils everything and everyone is mildly suspicious of again!”

“I definitely shouldn’t have let you binge watch all those Christmas films with Kitty…”

“I’m right though.” Anne eyed her seriously. “You know I am.”

Cathy had nodded. She knew.)

Catalina had taken note of her goddaughters increased irritability, the worsening of her already poor sleeping pattern and tried to gently probe as to the cause but Cathy had brushed her off. She knew that Christmas could easily be painful to Catalina for exactly the same reason that it troubled Anne, and she’d be damned if she was the one to ruin the Christmas of the person she owed so much too.

(“Are you sure you’re alright mija? You know you can always talk to me.”

She’d flashed a smile and surreptitiously moved away. “I’m fine Catty. Really.”)

And she’d convinced herself that she was fine, that she could be fine, that she could keep on being fine right up to Boxing Day. Now though as the day drew closer, she could feel anxiety gnawing at her stomach every day, from the moment she woke up to the moment she would eventually drift into an uneasy sleep.

There was no denying it- she knew she’d never be able to keep up the level of excitement and jollity obviously required for Christmas day and she was dreading the moment that she spoilt it for the others.

Would they be upset if she couldn’t face the thought of unfamiliar food first thing in the morning? They’d certainly be upset if she didn’t enjoy Christmas dinner- they’d all gone to so much trouble making sure the dinner was perfect. 

What if she didn’t look grateful enough for her presents? And she knew that games were meant to be a big part of Christmas day too but not knowing how to play, not knowing what was expected of her, made her anxious even on good days- what if she ruined the fun for the others?

She was dreading it so much, she would have given everything she owned to move past Christmas day and just get straight on with the frustration and irritation on behalf of the other queens that she was sure was coming. 

That was, of course, if they didn’t go straight in with anger…

“Cathy?” Kitty’s concerned voice broke through her thoughts. “Are you ok?”

She plastered on another smile. “Fine!”

It wasn’t exactly a lie. She kept on being fine as Kitty and Anna squabbled over whether they’d make pancakes or waffles their Christmas breakfast, as they jockeyed with each other to lay presents under the tree, as they went out for the last bits of Christmas shopping and settled in to watch a festive film.

It was only after they all retired to their respective rooms that Cathy allowed the tension to slowly seep out of her body. She leant for a moment against her closed door and then flopped, fully dressed, onto the duvet.

And when the faint strains of “Wonderful Christmas Time” drifted up to her bedroom window from the street below, the tears that she’d been holding back for nearly two months finally fell.

*

“Cath?”

A faint tapping caught her ears and she froze.

As quietly as she could, she reached for a tissue to dry her face- finding none, she scrubbed her eyes with her sleeve instead. 

She could feel Jane wincing as she did.

“Y-yeah?”

She willed her voice not to crack but it did anyway, of course.

Catalina’s voice was buttery-soft. “Are you alright mija?”

Anne’s voice, in a loud whisper, drifted through the crack in the door. “Don’t ask her, why would you ask her, she’ll just say no and- OW, that hurt!”

“Cathy, can we come in please?” 

It would have been easier to brush off Catalina’s loving concern or Anne’s blunt request for entry but Kitty always sounded so hopeful that saying no to her somehow felt harder than saying no to the others. She knew she wasn’t the only one- the others had all discussed it, and eventually had come to the conclusion that as it didn’t appear to be in any way deliberate, they couldn’t really ask Kitty to stop, annoyingly inconvenient as it was.

She couldn’t say no, but she didn’t say yes either, so she just snuffled as quietly as possible and hoped they’d go away.

“Cath?”

They didn’t.

She knew she was merely delaying the inevitable but she couldn’t help but try anyway.

“What is it?”

“Can we come in and talk to you please Cath? We’re worried and we want to check that you’re ok.”  

She would have hated Anna for her bluntness if she could, but she couldn’t- it was impossible to even mildly dislike Anna, and she’d yet to find anyone able to manage it. It continued to baffle her that Henry had been able to keep it up- Kitty had once asked, in exasperation, if Anna had just been too easygoing and too patient and too kind, and Cathy had had to agree.

“We heard you crying-” Anne chipped in helpfully, “-and- OW, Jane what the fuck is your problem?!”

Even in her slightly tearstained state, Cathy couldn’t help smiling a little.

“You can come in if you want...” 

She’d rather hoped that only one would accept the invitation but of course they all piled in anyway, Anne still rubbing her crushed foot and Jane looking a little too innocent.

Catalina immediately came over to the side of the bed and sat down on the edge, as Anne scrambled up on her other side.

“Are you alright mija?”

“Who do I need to kill Cath?”

The two utterly incongruent enquiries from her two favourite people in the world made her laugh, even as her eyes burned with fresh tears. They were so lovely- they were all so lovely-and here she was completely ruining what was meant to be a special day for them.

She shook her head. 

“Nothing. I’m fine.” She forced a smile onto her face. “Honestly.”

None of them looked remotely convinced; out of the corner of her eye, she could see Kitty sending urgent telegrams to Anne and Anna biting her lip.

“Love-” Jane came over and sat next to Catalina. Her hand on Cathy’s was very warm. “You know we’d never make you talk unless you were ready, but do you think you could give us a vague idea of what it is? Just-” She glanced at the others, “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m going to be thinking up all sorts of horrible things otherwise and-”

“It’s nothing, honestly-” 

“Mija anything that makes you this upset on Christmas Eve is clearly nothing.”

Cathy knew Catalina meant it kindly but the words cut her deeper than any order to pull herself together would have done. It was Christmas Eve and here she was, making the others worry about her, overshadowing their night with her selfishness-

“It’s ok Cath-” Kitty, closely followed by Anna, climbed up onto the remaining space at the foot of the bed and, after realising that Cathy’s hands were already claimed, gently squeezed her foot. “Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it. Right?”

The others wholehearted murmured agreement just made Cathy feel worse.

“You’re all so nice-” she eventually managed. “You’re so sweet and I’m spoiling everything, and I’m ruining Christmas and-”

There was an immediate chorus of disagreement:

“You’re not ruining anything mija-”

“It’s all ok love-”

“Please don’t cry Cath-”

“Please tell us what’s wrong?”

They all looked so earnest she just couldn’t bear it- she took a breath.

“I’m sorry. Really, honestly, nothing is wrong. I just…” She tried to think of how to phrase it in a way that didn’t make her seem utterly joyless. “I’m just….struggling a bit, I think.”

“With work? Or death-day stuff or-”

She shook her head. “With Christmas.”

Catalina squeezed her hand. “You miss the old traditions mija?”

“Not exactly. Or-” Cathy tilted her head. “Not that much. It’s not really that I’m homesick for anything, I just…” She sighed. “I’m afraid I’m going to ruin it for you all. More than I have already, of course.”

“What do you mean?” Anne looked confused. “How would you ruin it?”

“By not doing it right….or not feeling how I should feel.” Cathy looked around at the women clustered around her. “I’m sorry- I know how much it means to you all. And I promise I’m not trying to be a drag on purpose. I just… I’m scared I’m going to ruin it for you all by being….not happy or not festive or just….not whatever it is you’re meant to be on Christmas. I won’t be enough and-”

“You could never not be enough for us querida!” 

Suddenly Cathy was being enveloped in at least three pairs of arms.

“But it’s Christmas!”

Kitty shrugged. “So?”

“But you’re all so excited! I don’t want to spoil it for you!”

“But it’s just a day-”

“It’s not that important-”

“Cathy-” Anna knelt in front of her. “Nothing you do is going to spoil it, ok? We love you, we care about you. If you’re sad on Christmas, we’ll be sad because you’re unhappy. Not because it’ll be ruining the day or whatever.”

“But-”

“Ok how about this?” Anna considered. “What about we all promise to not base the success of Christmas Day on your emotional state- or on anyone else's? Does that help?”

“Hold up-” Kitty raised a hand. “When did we all agree that the rest of us were going to be super happy and festive all day? Is that a thing? Do we have to all-” She waved a hand, “-festive all day? Can we just be normal instead?”

“Yeah-” Anne agreed. She turned to the others. “I just want to put this out there- obviously I don’t want to ruin the day for you all either. But….I’m struggling a bit too.” She ducked her head and tugged a little at a loose thread in Cathy’s bedspread. “So if I do end up being a massive drag, I’m- I’m really sorry-”

“Love!” Jane leant precariously over Cathy’s legs to pull Anne into her arms. “You won’t! It’s ok-”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Kitty asked. “If I’d known you were both so worried, I’d have told you not to worry- we all would have.”

“But you were so excited and-”

Kitty blinked at Anne. “I mean yeah? But it’s just a day, it’s not like there’ll never be another one- and even if there wasn’t I’d still care more about you than about some random day of celebration.”

The others nodded.

Catalina shook her head. “I’m so sorry I didn’t realise you were so miserable, if I’d known-”

“It’s not your fault.” Cathy avoided her godmother's eyes. “I didn’t want to….to make you think about Christmas being difficult, I didn’t want to remind you of….”

She trailed off. Catalina looked at her for a long moment, then she shook her head.

“Oh mija. Did you really think that you could keep me from remembering…” She too couldn’t quite bring herself to say it. “I know you’re clever but I think you’ve giving yourself much too much credit there…”

Said out loud, it sounded very foolish to Cathy- she could feel herself blushing. Catalina pulled her close again and she took the opportunity to hide her burning cheeks for a moment against her godmother's cardigan.

“I’m sorry, I just thought….”

“I know. And it was very, very sweet of you. But really mija-” Catalina’s hand smoothed back her hair. “Really, we all have our reasons to find Christmas difficult. And even if we deal with them in different ways, that doesn’t mean anyone would be upset with anyone else because of it. Jane, for example-” Everyone looked at Jane, who blushed slightly under their collective gaze. “Jane’s more into it, you and Anne, not so much and that’s ok, that’s-”

She broke off. Jane was twisting her fingers together anxiously and looking very uncomfortable.

“Jane? Are you ok?”

“I’m sorry!” Jane suddenly burst out, looking anguished. “I didn’t mean to make you all feel so pressured to enjoy it! I just- they all say it’s meant to be the Mum who makes Christmas and I thought that if I didn’t, you’d all be disappointed and upset with me and…. And all along I’ve been making you all feel worse! I’m SO sorry, I-”

Anna slung an arm around Jane’s shoulders and pulled her into a side hug.

“Janey no, don’t feel bad! We’re all really appreciative of what you’ve been doing-”

Cathy and Anne nodded fervently. “It wasn’t YOU Jane, I promise-”

Catalina put her head on one side. “What did you mean by us being upset with you though? You didn’t really think that, did you?”

Jane ducked her head. “Well….yes? Isn’t it meant to be the Mum who sorts stuff out?”

“Jane, we keep telling you-” Anne reached over Cathy to squeeze Jane’s hand. “The Mum Friend label is a joke- you’re 29 for goodness sake! It’s a loving testament to how lovely you are of course. But it’s not an obligation! Of course we’d never expect you to be responsible for Christmas!”

Kitty nodded. “I’m really happy we’re having a proper christmas but I didn’t realise you thought we expected it of you…Did you not want to do any of it really?”

Jane shrugged and blushed. “I….don’t know. I like the tree-”

“You’re welcome” said Anna, a touch smugly.

“-and the presents and it’ll be nice to have a special dinner….but also, it’s sort of a relief? To not to have to worry? I was SO afraid if something went wrong that you’d all be really upset and blame me…”

Catalina sighed.

“It looks like we’ve all suffered from lack of communication…. Can I propose that we maybe seek a...an alternative plan for Christmas day?”

“Hm?”

“An entirely opt-in Christmas.” Catalina explained. “I don’t think we really have to choose between striving for the unobtainable picture perfect day, or completely forgoing it….do we?”

“Yeah,” said Anna. “I’m still looking forward to a nice dinner and stuff. Can’t we just do the bits we want to do, but also just agree that if anyone doesn’t want to join in, that’s ok?”

“Or-” Kitty added, “-if they do, it’s ok to just….be however you’re feeling. No particular emotional expression required.”

Cathy smiled at her gratefully. Then she glanced over at Anne, who met her eyes questioningly. She decided she’d do it- for Anne, she told herself.

“Um- just while we’re on the subject…” She addressed herself to Kitty and Jane. “Would it be ok...I’m only saying it since we’re already talking about it and i don’t want to be really ungrateful or anything but….”

“I think what she’s trying to say is-” Anne cut in, “-would it mess things up too much if we made the special breakfast opt-in too? Just-��

She was cut off before she could even carry on explaining by Jane. 

“Of course! Why ever wouldn’t you?”

“Well you said-”

“Oh!” Jane looked guilt stricken. “I did, didn’t I? I swear I never meant-”

“It’s fine!” Cathy cut Jane off before she could spiral too far. “You were suggesting something lovely and it’s appreciated! We know you didn’t mean anything by it, we just want to make sure that we won’t be spoiling anything if we-”

“Of course!” Jane nodded emphatically. “We don’t have to have a different breakfast of course, I was only-’”

Anna held up her hand. “Before we get completely sidetracked in a round of mutual guilt and apologies, why don’t we just agree- there will be special breakfast for those who want it, and anyone who doesn’t fancy it is of course welcome to have whatever they want, or nothing at all. The same for Christmas dinner too.” 

Anne shot her a grateful glance and Cathy felt her shoulders sink in relief.

“So” Catalina began. “An opt-in breakfast and dinner. With every day alternatives for those who prefer. And mutual understanding that it can be a hard day for everyone and that constant Christmas cheer isn’t expected or required from anyone.”

“And” Kitty added, “also that the day itself absolutely isn’t the responsibility of any one person and that no one would dream of thinking it was.”

She looked directly at Jane as she said it; Jane nodded and smiled a little sheepishly, and leant in to Anna again.

“Is there anything else?”

“The lights...” Anne sounded hesitant but her voice gained more strength when no one seemed annoyed or impatient. “Could we maybe….turn them off for a bit? Or find a way to make them just be on or off, not flashing?”

Catalina nodded. “Of course.”

“Oh and-” Everyone looked surprised to hear Jane speaking up; Jane herself looked slightly embarrassed. “I know I was the one playing them but...I really hate them.” She cast a pleading look around the room. “Does anyone mind if we stop playing the modern Christmas songs? They’re so irritating. Especially that one about the demon.”

“Which one?” Trust Anne to look interested at that, thought Cathy.

Jane tilted her head. “You know. The one about his impending arrival. About how he watches you all the time-”

“Santa Claus Is Coming to Town?”

“That’s it. Whatever happened to simple carols?”

Catalina nodded. “There was a pleasant simplicity to the old ones. No This is the best day of your life or anything. Just ‘Boar is really delicious, maybe try it with mustard.’ Sensible advice, not this….expectation of jollity.”

“I think they still have that actually-” Kitty broke in. “Except it’s not really tuneful and I don’t think you sing it…”

“Really?”

“I think so. At least, my super noodles said that they were best served with stir fried chicken and sesame oil. But there was only the one verse…”

*

The first Christmas Day that the queens ever celebrated together was, by most standards, an uneventful one.

But no one blinked an eye when Cathy forgoed Anna’s nutella pancakes and Kitty’s strawberry waffles for her usual toast and coffee.

The turkey dinner was, by all accounts, as pretty as the ones on tv. Anne never actually tasted a bite of the turkey itself but praising Jane’s stuffing to the skies more than made up for it.

And Cathy found that when it actually came down to it, it was all a lot less painful than she had imagined: despite her dread, she felt herself genuinely excited about seeing the others open the gifts, and not ambivalent about the beautiful fountain pen, thick fluffy dressing gown, chocolate covered coffee beans (Catalina had shaken her head despairingly at that) and midnight blue boots she’d been given (not to mention a sizeable stack of books from her wishlist). 

Even when Kitty suggested playing a game, she found that the casual “Fancy it Cath? No pressure” made all the difference and she’d been able to join in quite happily. 

And when, mid afternoon, she felt herself becoming slightly overwhelmed and excused herself, Catalina following her into the hall hadn’t felt anywhere near as uncomfortable as it would have done before.

“Ok mija?”

“Yeah just-” She’d shrugged and waved a hand. “It’s a bit much.”

Catalina, rather than looking disappointed or irritated, had just nodded. “That’s understandable. Do you want some space or shall I keep you company?”

“I don’t want to take you away from the fun-”

“You absolutely wouldn’t be doing that. But please don’t feel pressured either way- if you want some time alone, that’s fine.”

“It’s not that I want to be alone, it’s-”

Catalina looked understanding. “How about we relocate to my room for a bit? We can listen to some more of that podcast you like, if you’re up to it?”

Cathy nodded. Curled up under Catalina’s arm, the podcast murmuring quietly in the background, she felt herself start to decompress. Then, a tap at the door made them both sit up- Jane peeked in.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

A little uncomfortable, Jane hovered by the bed. “Would it be ok if I joined you? I promise I won’t talk. The others are going to play scrabble and-”

“Of course” Cathy knew she would nevern ot appreciate Catalina looking to her to answer first. “Although don’t you want to play?”

Jane shook her head. “You know I-”

“Catalina will make a team with you again if you want-” She glanced to her godmother. “Won’t you? Or I will, if the others will hold the game off another fifteen minutes or so-”

Jane shook her head.

“Not that I don’t love teaming up with either of you- I totally appreciate the offer. I just- got to thinking about things. Thought a quiet room would be nice, you know?”

Catalina nodded understandingly and Jane settled gratefully on her other side. After a moment, Catalina wrapped her free arm around her shoulders and Jane leant into her.

After a while, her phone buzzed and she let out a short laugh.

“Sorry, I know I said I wouldn’t interrupt but, look what Kitty just sent me…”

She passed her phone to Catalina.

On the screen, it read:

Let us know if we get too noisy! Lots of love to all three of you from all three of us <3 <3 <3 Also Janey, I thought you’d appreciate this more carol I found.

Catalina clicked on the link and the three listened to the festive sounding if slightly tinny music emanate from the phone speakers.

“….angels we have heard on high…..tell us to go out and buy….”

“Really sums it up, doesn’t it?” murmured Cathy and Catalina smiled.

“Shall I take back your fountain pen then mija?”

“Oh god no!”

Catalina chuckled and squeezed her hand and Cathy burrowed back into her side, listening to the faint sounds of good natured arguing drift up from below, her godmothers heartbeat and Jane's quiet breathing beside her.

Maybe it wasn’t such an awful day after all.

[clownsgobeepbeep]

What kind of things will Bunni be like with her dad uwu cause I can assure you he will spoil her heheh. Was curious about her hobbies and such uwu

Weeeeel, Bunny is of course just like her parents with the whole serious, monotone attitude. She acts the same with her father of course, either parent really, but she definitely acts like what she is: the baby in the family

Sees her dad and immediately reaches up to him saying "Up, up, up". Clings onto him after I'm sure Ben picks her up X3 Sometimes just wants to be carried. She tends to whisper things to him, whether it be something she just thought of or about the situation they're in

She does act a little spoiled, but not in a bad way X3 Is just all "Daddy, I want that" and points, or "Daddy can we do this thing". She knows she'll have her way with things and she takes advantage of it(but once again, not in a totally bad way. She's not like Veruca Salt huehue)

Always carries around her little froggy plush(frogs are her favorite animal after all), makes Ben give it a kiss every now and then. Just a spoiled little princess huehue. Hell, she and Flora are quite similar ^^ 

She likes to do anything really, as long as she does it like a princess. Really enjoys tea parties, especially if there's a lot of cake involved. Bunny really loves cake, it's her favorite thing to eat.

Likes to explore a lot, look for frogs. Would like to go to other planets, see how much there is to see. Is there a pink planet? She wants to see that. Loves learning about spiders too, as pink and peppermint and princess-y and bunny as she is, she is definitely a good amount of spider like her mother. Also searches for spiders and makes her dad hold onto them...somehow

Loves going on walks with her dad, really wants to hold his hand but not too sure if that would work out X3 So being carried is nice

Loves flowers to, loves to walk through fields of flowers and collect them. Asks Ben to take her to Ferry and Pepper's shop 'cause flowers! Also wants to spend time with Ula because flowers!

Of course, loves baking. Especially cake. Cupcakes are super cute. Wants hearts and pink. Everywhere. Like oh my god this girl loves pink so much. If she got a boo-boo her blood would probably be pink(I think Belinda's is? If it is, then there you go). Cooking is also nice, but being cooked for is soooo much nicer.

Golly, that was already so much X3 I'm sure there's so much more that I can say but nothing comes to mind at the moment ^^'

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hello~

I recently got the fairy doe fox ring in RSV, and I was wondering how the SVE mages would react to the Farmer suddenly having a ghost fox following them around? Like, they notice it literally phasing through walls as it follows the Farmer around. Plus, I imagine since it comes from a powerful spirit, they'd be extremely interested in what the Farmer's explanation is.

Hello hello, good to see you again! Come in, have a seat while I prepare another batch of headcanons. Aaaaaaaand.... Done! Thank you for the ask. Enjoy 😊💕

Camilla:

Oh, Camilla will definitely start hanging around the Farmer like a sly cat trying to snatch something tasty from the table. If she's interested in something, she'll definitely quench her thirst for curiosity. Especially since Farmer's artifact has a very powerful aura, and the ghost of a fox to top it off. If Farmer tells the truth about how exactly they got this ring, Camilla won't even twitch an eyebrow at the mention of the Cult. Yes, dear, she knows the Cult exists, and even if she doesn't agree with their methods, as long as the mages and members of the Cult remain neutral, it's all fine, Camilla herself even respects Belinda and Rae. If Farmer starts twiddling their nose and won't tell her how they got the ring, then good luck to them. Because Camilla will still get her way and find out where such a powerful artifact came from. Oh, and the fox is really cute. Such a good pet, hee-hee!

Magnus Rasmodius:

Magnus would probably admire the way his unofficial apprentice had accomplished so much on their own and found artifacts, if it weren't for the fact that Farmer is like a toddler with a grenade with such powerful things. And no, don't look at him so harshly, Farmer, he knows what he's talking about. A Fox ring, from which strong forest magic is learnt, plus that they got them from the base of the very Cult, which is as if officially considered forbidden in the magical world (they have an unspoken neutrality, but it does not cancel the fact that members of the Cult of the Lady with the Red Tail are dangerous). And here the Farmer shows up to him looking proud and showing off a ring... Do they want Magnus to have a heart attack, huh? Well, yes, he's very interested in the origin of the ring and the fox spirit, but Magnus puts his own safety and the safety of those around him first. So whether the Farmer tells Magnus where they got the ring or not, the old wizard is going to grab them by the ear either way and take them to the tower to sort it out there.

Jadu:

Due to his young age and boundless curiosity, Jadu would not be as obsessed with safety techniques with such things as his older counterpart, Magnus. Sure, he'd be a little disturbed by the fact that both the ring and the Farmer themself were indirectly connected to the 'Cult', but many respectable adventurers and wizards trust a young adventurer from the Stardew Valley. Especially since there is always risk in their work, and there is a semblance of neutrality with the Cult right now. So the intrigued Jadu will flood the Farmer with a lot of questions, and he himself will tell a lot of interesting things about similar artifacts and how they work. What exactly does this fox spirit do? Can it heal the ring bearer? Become a magical shield? Or summon even more spirit? Interesting! So, if the Farmer doesn't mind, the young mage would very much like to study this wondrous thing.

Lance:

Lance is even more confident than Jadu, for he already knows perfectly well how to behave in the presence of such powerful things. Of course, a slice of caution should always be there, but the gallant adventurer already knows this type of rings, something similar he has seen before. He is no less curious as Camilla, but unlike the aforementioned witch, will not insist on to know where Farmer got this ring, though he would appreciate the story. Lance believes the Farmer knows how to handle such things (a test with an unfamiliar staff to back up his words) and believes in their good intentions in using the ring. However, he would still advise Farmer to be careful with the Cult members, as their reputation leaves much to be desired. The pink-haired man is also amused by the fact that the fox spirit has taken a keen interest in his person. Very interesting, indeed.

[nchanting]

        {          cis  woman,  she  /  her          }          ❝          are  there  still  beautiful  things  ?          ❞          huh,  who’s  VICTORIA  PEDRETTI  ?  no,  you’re  mistaken,  that’s  actually  IRIS  BURTON  .  she  is  a  25  year  old  MUGGLEBORN  wizard  who  is  THE  ASTRONOMY  PROFESSOR  AT  HOGWARTS  .  she  is  known  for  being  DISORGANIZED,  GAUCHE,  PERVERSE,  GARRULOUS,  and  PERTURBED  but  also  EFFULGENT,  WHIMSICAL,  ASSIDUOUS,  STEADFAST,  and  PERSPICACIOUS,  so  that  must  be  why  she  always  reminds  me  of  the  song  RETROGRADE  BY  MAGGIE  ROGERS  and  RESOLVING  THE  MYSTERIES  OF  THE  NIGHT,  SOFT  COTTON  WRAPPED  AROUND  YOUR  BODY,  THE  SOUND  OF  CRICKETS  CHIRPING  AND  WOLVES  HOWLING  AT  THE  MOON,  SOFT  ACOUSTIC  MELODIES,  AND  PLACING  TOO  MUCH  FAITH  IN  THE  POSITION  OF  THE  STARS  .  i  hear  she  is  aligned  with  THE  ORDER  OF  THE  PHOENIX,  so  be  sure  to  keep  an  eye  on  her  .

her  muggle  parents  taught  her  about  science  .  about  reasonable,  rational  thought  .  an  engineer  and  a  environmental  scientist,  catherine  and  daniel  burton  dedicated  their  time  to  unearthing  truth  and  sense  .  to  living  practical,  logical  and  calculable  existences  .  they  expected  their  daughter  to  do,  and  believe  the  same          —          so  you  can  imagine  their  shock  the  day  their  3  year  old  daughter  decided  to  defy  the  rules  of  gravity  .  

at  the  beginning,  they  tried  to  explain  the  strange  happenings  through  physics  and  tired  eyes  .  but  once  her  letter  came,  the  ever  practical  burton’s  faced  the  unimaginable  .  though  her  parents  never  managed  to  fully  grasp  it,  the  existence  of  magic,  they  accepted  their  daughter  and  her  strange  abilities  like  they  accepted  the  qualms  of  existence  itself  .  they’re  skeptical,  but  it’s  happening  .  she  remains  semi  -  close  to  her  parents,  but  tends  to  separate  her  magical  self  from  them  and  their  need  for  quantifiable  data  .  

though,  like  them,  she  does  live  a  curious  life  .  one  that  seeks  to  understand  the  unrevealed,  and  discover  the  undiscovered  .  her  thirst  for  realization  led  her  to  bleed  blue  and  bronze  during  her  time  at  school,  and  she  found  many  friends  great  purpose  there  .  she’s  a  little  eccentric,  and  often  exists  in  her  personal  made  up  universe  of  strange  idioms  and  ideas,  but  she  has  the  kind  of  soul  that  draws  people  close  .  that  makes  them  feel  safe  and  secure  and  understood,  because  once  again,  she  longs  to  understand  everything  .  though,  she’ll  come  to  learn,  like  her  parents,  that  that’s  not  possible  .  

after  iris’  time  at  school,  and  forging  credentials,  she  applied  to  pursue  a  degree  outside  of  magic  .  the  sky,  space,  and  the  stars  had  been  of  interest  to  her  since  childhood,  and  so  she  opted  to  study  physics  and  astronomy  in  london  .  not  long  after  receiving  her  second  of  2  degrees,  she  learned  about  the  opening  at  hogwarts  and  applied  for  the  job  .  perhaps  the  only  thing  she  loves  more  than  learning,  is  teaching  others  .  

she’s  transformed  the  subject  from  something  dull  into  something  students  are  excited  to  learn  .  to  experience  .  she’s  the  kind  of  professor  that  takes  the  time  to  learn  something  about  everyone  and  make  sure  that  they’re  getting  something  out  of  the  process  .  yes,  she  can  be  a  little  eccentric  at  times,  but  above  all  she’s  passionate  and  cares  about  her  job  and  her  students  .  

some  random  nonsense  :  loves  ?????  space  .  has  a  cat  named  salem  and  a  cat  named  belinda  !!!!!  they  are  her  children  !!!!!  has  a  tiktok  .  participates  in  trends  such  as  :  the  space  girl  dance,  anything  phoebe  bridgers,  I  AM  A  WOMAN  IN  STEM,  and  the  song  about  nasa  and  tampons  .  is  gay  .  can  play  the  ukulele  .  is  stressed  a  lot  ???????     idk  ...  astrology  is  real

[talpup]

Summary: Yami Sukehiro just wanted to join the Magic Knights and make his mentor proud. He knew there would be trails. He knew trouble would come his way. Knew he would be faced with discrimination for being a foreigner and a peasant. What he didn’t know. Didn’t expect. Was that literal Chaos would come his way. That he and his mentor’s sister would be at the center of world ending trouble. Or that he would fall in love with his mentor’s sister and face more than discrimination; but the jealously of Nozel Silva who loved the same woman he did.

Please remember this fic is rated mature and has warnings of violence, abuse, sexual tension, eventual sexual behavior, and other possible triggers. For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

Chapter 93

Jax, Yami, and Teris landed in Saussy. After a two day flight, all of them were glad to be off their brooms.

Ill tempered, Yami grumbled. “Come next Entrance Exams we really have to get someone capable of long distance travel. It doesn’t even have to be a spatial mage at this point. Air, wind. Heck Fuegoleon can make some kind of fire lion, right? We should’ve brought him.”

Teris frowned at the mention of her cousin, the two still not having made peace from their argument the day of the Star Awards. “He’s not a Black Bull.”

“Still could’ve asked him for a ride.” Yami shrugged.

“Or I could have simply light traveled us.” Teris said.

“As much as hate flying by broom, I’m not rolling the dice on getting burned and blinded unless I absolutely have to.” Jax said.

“I’ve been practicing and gotten better.” Teris said.

“Thanks nice.” Jax quipped.

“It’s not as if we’re not on our way to see an excellent Healer.” Teris played.

Jax stared at her unamused.

“Without rest from taking down that gang you came across on your trip to see Zora, light traveling the three of us this far would taken too much out of you.” Yami told Teris.

“Yami’s right.” Jax said.

They were close enough to the Spade Kingdoms boarder that Jax wanted his Vice Captain's as fresh and full of mana as they could be. He missed the days when Yami and Teris could simply feed off of each other’s mana. No doubt they did too. Glancing at them, he wondered if they would ever be able to do so again.

Taking in the village, Teris thought of the time had Yami gone on a mission only for her to return from her birthday at Nova house to find him mad and refusing to speak to her.

Thinking of that same mission, Jax asked Yami. “You’ve been here before, right? The time you, Bronn, Olsen, and Iban dealt with an outbreak of Wild Fire.”

“Never came into town. Saw the place from the hills though. Lots of caves in there. Either of you?” Yami asked.

Teris shook her head.

“Use to come to Saussy for a day every other week.” Jax told. He smirked, recalling the amount favors he had ended up owing Bronn for the many trips.

“Family?” Teris questioned.

“Girlfriend.” Jax answered. “My first, actually. Was on a mission my first year as a Magic Knight. The thugs we were chasing came upon this girl and her friend foraging in the woods.” He jutted a chin towards the forest to the west of town. “They took the girls as shields. Long story short we took the thugs into custody and she was so thankful and impressed she agreed to let me call on her. We were together for a little less than a year.”

“What happened?” Teris asked.

“The following years Magic Knights Entrance Exams. The Azure Deers took on this girl, Belinda. She caught my eye as soon as Julius introduced us. I never returned to Saussy after that.”

“You just left her!” Teris exclaimed.

Yami laughed at both Jax’s story and Teris’ reaction.

“I was young. And clearly much more uncertain about who or what I wanted than Yami was at that age.” Jax said, giving Yami a wink.

Teris followed her Captain wondering if the second girl he mentioned was the one the Spade Kingdoms Sorcery Lance had eluded to the night of the Wild Fires in Hage and Hornsby.

Jax stopped at the door of the place that matched the address on Gilly’s letters. He thought it best to check in here than go knocking on the door that bore her room number. Gilly might’ve been an adult; but she was still an unmarried woman who lived alone. Jax didn’t want to start the towns rumor mill going or call Gilly’s image into question.

The door opened to reveal an older, though not elderly, woman. “Magic Knights. You lot are sure quick. We even got three of you, huh? Come in. Come in. She’s in the kitchen. Name’s Mora by the way. I own the place.”

Yami shared a look with Teris, not recalling Jax saying anything about anyone expecting them. They followed Mora through to the back.

“He messed her up pretty bad. Good thing she’s a healer else she’d be in a lot of pain. We haven’t had a proper healer in town for years before she came along.” Mora said, over her shoulder.

“You’re talking about Gilly.” Jax realized, looking at the short woman.

“Of course. Did they not relay my message before sending you?” Mora asked.

“Jax! Teris. Yami. Wha—what are you doing here?”

Jax and Teris stepped passed Mora toward Gilly.

“What happened?” Teris asked, taking in the Healers bruises and bandages.

“I can only do so much magic on myself. It has the same effect as on anyone else. If I do too much, I’d just fall asleep.” Gilly explained.

“Which wouldn’t be a bad thing. You need your rest.” Mora said.

“That’s not what Teris meant.” Jax said, finding his voice. He glared at Gilly’s injuries as if they offended him. “Did the guy that’s harassing you do this?”

Gilly’s lip twitched, embarrassed at causing Jax any trouble. “I told Mora not to report it. I can’t believe your squad got the call. Or did you ask Commander Greywright to inform you of disturbances in and around Saussy?”

Teris looked at Jax. When he didn’t respond, she nodded. “Sure. Let’s go with that.”

Gilly’s eyebrows furrowed. “Then why are you here?”

From near the rooms entrance, Yami said. “Doesn’t matter. Where is he?”

Gilly shook her head. “I don’t want any trouble. It’s why I told Mora not to report it”

“We don’t always get what we want. You should know that better than most.” Yami said.

Casting Yami a look over her shoulder, Teris told Gilly. “Trouble’s already found you. Let us take care of it, so he doesn’t trouble you or anyone else anymore.”

“I can tell you where he lives, but I doubt he’s there. Maybe Seihi knows what holes he hides out in.” Mora said.

“The Village Chief?” Teris asked, turning to the woman.

Mora nodded.

“Where will we find him?” Yami questioned, hoping this Seihi knew. He didn’t fancy spending days searching the countless caves of the surrounding hills.

“Town hall of course.” Mora said.

Ready to go, Yami looked at Jax. But it was clear the Captain didn’t want to leave Gilly in the state she was in. “Teris and I will go. Maybe you should stay here in case he comes back around.”

As unlikely as such a possibly was, Jax gave Yami a nod.

Yami looked to Teris. “Ready?”

Teris gave Gilly a small smile. To Jax, she promised. “We’ll get him, Captain.”

Yami turned away, Teris following him back to the front of the house. He opened the door and blinked at the man standing in front of him.

“Yami? What are you doing here?” Jack questioned, hand still raised to knock on the door.

“I could ask you the same.” Yami said.

“Captain Win got a mission order about some retired lady from Healer’s Hall being beating near unconscious.” Jack said.

“You’re here for the same reason we are.” Yami said, stepping outside.

“They sent two teams of Magic Knights?” Jack questioned, dubiously.

“The woman attacked is a friend of the Bulls.” Teris said, closing the door behind her.

“We’re on our way to see the Village Chief.” Yami told.

“Is that the person who attacked the lady?” Jack asked, following Yami and Teris down the walkway.

“He’s the one who might be able to tell us where to find the guy.” Yami said.

Jack looked over at Teris. “Haven’t seen you since the Wild Fire in Hornsby.”

“Nearly two months is far from long enough to go without seeing you.” Teris muttered, thinking two decades wouldn’t be long enough.

Yami huffed in amusement. While he was curious why Teris couldn’t stand Jack, Yami didn’t care what she thought of his friends. Though admittedly he had tried to get Teris to give Jack a chance the night of the Star Awards, thinking it would be easier on her if she found a way to tolerate the Green Mantis.

Yami gave his friend a shrug, thinking that if an evening of alcohol couldn’t warm Teris up to Jack then nothing could.

Jack grinned at Teris. “I’m impressed, Princess.”

“Don’t call her that.” Yami told.

Jack’s eyes flicked to Yami before focusing back on Teris. “Didn’t think you’d be able to hold your drink against me and Yami. Must’ve gotten a lot of practice at those fancy boring parties you high-ranking folk have.”

Teris smirked, feeling pride at having impressing Jack. Then remembered that she didn’t care what the man thought and faced forward. Truthfully, the only reason she had held her own that night was because her system was use to the higher alcohol content of her preferred mead. Even then, she had gotten a bit tipsy. Though she couldn’t blame the events of that night completely on that.

Reaching town hall, Jack rushed to open the door for Teris, grinning as she glared.

“She doesn’t want to be friends with you.” Yami said, as he passed.

“Who says I’m doing it to be friends?” Jack asked.

“You’re doing it to annoy her.” Yami realized.

Jack’s grin widened.

“Fine. Hate each other all you like.” Yami said.

“I don’t hate her.” Jack said.

“Pretty sure she hates you.” Yami told.

Drawn by the sound of the door opening and closing, a man came out of a side room. “Are you the Magic Knights Mora called for? Or the ones Captain Jax said he was sending?”

“Both.” Yami said. He jerked a thumb at Jack. “He’s official. We were sent by Jax.”

“Master Seihi?” Teris questioned.

“Just Seihi is fine. Thank you for coming.”

“The old woman said you’d know where to find the man who attacked Gilly.” Yami prompted.

Seihi shook his head. “I don’t; but I got someone who can show you. That’s if he’s up to it.”

“Just try and stop me, Seihi.” A boy said coming from the same room the Village Leader had.

“It’s Master Seihi to you.” Seihi said.

“Who’s this?” Yami questioned, looking the kid over.

“One of the village orphans.” Seihi answered.

“Name’s Magna.” Magna said, extending a hand to Yami.

Yami noted the boys bruised face before looking down at the offered hand. He turned back to Seihi. “Can’t the kid just tell us where to find him?”

“He’ll only get in the way.” Jack agreed, smirking at Teris who shook Magna’s hand.

“You won’t find the place without me. He’s hiding out in a cave at Blind Bluff. That’s my spot. No one else knows where it is or how to get there.” Magna said.

“If that were true. Then how’d he know about the place and kick you out?” Yami asked.

“I’m fine and can still fight.” Magna said.

“Fight? Don’t know about that. But you got some spunk kid. Alright, show us this supposedly unfindable place.” Yami commanded.

93.2

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jax asked.

“Maybe I would have if you showed up last week for Vanessa’s birthday party.” Gilly said, and immediately felt guilty.

Sinking into a chair beside her, Jax sighed.

“I didn’t want to be a burden.” Gilly admitted, feeling foolish.

“You’re not. Looking after you… It’s what Bronn would've wanted.”

“You got real responsibilities, Jax. You shouldn’t have to look after me. I’m a grown woman. I can take care of myself.”

“Clearly.” Jax looked over her battered face.

Gilly’s eyes hardened.

Running a hand through his hair, Jax reasoned. “You’ve seen enough Magic Knights carried into Healer’s Hall. Even trained fighters need someone looking out for them.”

“I didn’t want to be a burden.” Gilly muttered, again.

“It’s not a burden to take care of your own.”

“But I wasn’t a Magic Knight. Wasn’t even married to one.” Gilly finished, softly.

“You made my best friend happy and a somewhat better man. Not to mention the number of times you’ve helped out me and my squad. Magic Knight or not, you’re a Black Bull, Gilly. We take care of our own.”

93.3

Magna had led them through the woods east of Saussy, and up what had looked like a small hill that ended in steep cliff.

“It’s a blind jump down. There’s no lip to land on. You have to swing into the cave.” Magna said.

“How’d you find this place?” Yami asked, looking over the cliff.

“I know every inch of this forest.” Magna said.

“No family or friends?” Teris asked.

“Master Seihi looks out for me. Taught me right from wrong. Did the same with Wright, I think. Too bad he didn’t learn.” Manga said.

“That the name of the guy that attacked Gilly?” Teris questioned.

Magna nodded. “He’s about twelve years older than me. Still acts like a young thug.”

“I don’t like the idea of dropping in blind.” Yami grumbled.

Jack cackled. “You scared, Yami?”

“No, you String Bean idiot.” Yami told the Green Mantis.

“What’d you say, you over-muscled Bull Brained--”

“Yami’s right.” Teris interrupted Jack. “A blind jump is one thing. But we’ll be going from daylight into a dark cave we don’t know the layout of. I’ve done a blind jump before. Hardly fun when there’s a lip to catch you.” She looked at Jack thinking his gangly height would be an asset. But Yami’s weight and size could be a problem. “How’s the space in there?” She asked Magna.

“The entrance is small. You might be able to fit through fairly easy.” Magna told Teris. He looked at Yami. “Don’t know about you. The cave closes in right away and doesn’t open back up for seven or eight meters.”

“We’ll be lined up and tripping over each other if we all go down there.” Jack said.

“I’ll go.” Teris said.

“Why do you get to go? You’re not even suppose to be here. This is my mission, therefore it’s my call.” Jack said.

“What was your rank again?” Teris questioned Jack.

Scowling, Jack muttered. “Stupid Vice Captain.”

Ignoring him, Teris turned to Yami. “You heard Magna. It’s a small entrance and closes in. Even if you could fit, you wouldn’t be able to move. And I highly doubt Beanstalk would be able to properly stand.”

Yami smirked. Teris did often use nicknames so her doing so meant she was either warming up to Jack, or really hated him.

“What are you thinking?” Yami asked.

“I light travel in. Surprise and subdue this Wright and bring him back out.” Teris replied.

“I couldn’t care less about the bastard being blinded for good. But if you’re in the back of that cave and there’s no fire, you’ll be hard pressed to use your magic and unable to light travel out of there.” Yami said.

“I can still do magic in the dark.” Teris argued.

Yami shook his head. “Your magic will be sluggish and not as powerful.”

“It’ll still be faster than most and powerful enough to get the job done.” Teris told.

Magna looked back and forth between the two. “I can help light up the cave. I haven’t gotten my grimoire but I can throw a mean fireball.”

“That’ll work.” Yami said.

“What? Yami. You can’t be serious.” Teris exclaimed hoarsely least Wright hear.

“It’s either that or Jack is going down with you.” Yami said, knowing which she would choose.

“Fine.” Teris snapped. She pointed at Magna. “You stay out of his reach.”

“I just want my home back.” Magna said.

Teris looked at him feeling bad that he lived in a cave with no one to care for him. “I’ll give you a second to get down there and light up your fire ball. Soon as you do, close your eyes and turn away.”

Magna’s eyes narrowed. He wasn’t some kid that needed to be shielded from seeing violence.

Yami plopped a heavy hand on Magna’s head. “She’s serious. After you’ve lit your fireball, look away till she’s given you the all clear.”

“What kind of magic does he have?” Teris questioned Magna.

“You’re just asking that? I thought you were suppose to be the smart one.” Jack taunted.

“Invisibility. He’s so bad at it, he may as well not bother. Instead of turning invisible, he just turns super blurry.” Magna said.

For some reason that made Teris like the man even less. She could imagine someone like him wanting to use his magic to peep in on girls but getting caught and becoming bitter.

Disgusted, Teris grumbled. “Let’s get this over with and get back to Jax and Gilly.”

93.3.2

Yami and Teris let Jack take Wright in since it had been his mission. It would mean the Green Mantis’ would get the stars; but that’s not what this had been about. And neither wanted to have to deal with the man or hassle of taking him in.

As they made their way back to Gilly’s, Yami looked down at Magna. The boy looked a bit sunburned, but no worse for having been near Teris’ light travel.

“Not bad kid.” Yami praised.

Magna looked up at Yami, beaming with pride.

As if he had been waiting on the other side, Jax opened the door at the first knock. “Took you long enough.” He looked at the two Vice Captain's, then the kid they were with. “Did you not find him? Where is he?”

“Easy there, Captain.” Yami passed Jax, Magna on his heels.

Teris entered and told. “The Green Mantis got the call Mora mentioned. Jack showed up and saved us the trouble of taking him in.”

Yami looked back at Teris. “That almost sounded like something nice.”

“Hardly. Though I suppose he does has his usefulness.” Teris said of Jack.

Jax gave a satisfied nod. Healers, Sentries, and Investigations Mages might not receive a pension when they retired; but that didn’t mean the Clover Kingdom completely forgot about their service. Along with sending Magic Knights out when a case involved them, any criminal act against a retired Healer, Sentry, or Investigations Mage always bore the highest sentence. In any case, Jax would be appearing before the sentencing judge to make sure this man got the harshest punishment possible.

“Did he give you any trouble?” Jax asked.

Yami scoffed. “Never got the chance to try. Not the way Teris light traveled into that cave. The guy was badly burned and will be lucky to recover his full sight.”

Jax gave another nod, darkly pleased at that. He looked at Teris wondering how she felt about possibly leaving a man partially blinded and saw that his Vice Captain’s expression was far from troubled. Jax guessed that despite Teris’ claims of not being all that close with Gilly, Teris truly did view the Healer as part of the Black Bulls family. He gave a smile at the thought.

“Thank you.” Mora told the Magic Knights. “That girl has quickly become like family. The way she dots on my boy.” Mora shook her head over come with emotion. Taking a breath she went on. “Saussy went a long time without a healer of its own. But to have someone like Gilly… It was worth the wait.” She gave the Magic Knights a smile. Seeing Magna, she tisked. “Look at you. Go get yourself cleaned up. You’re staying for supper.”

Hungry as he was, Magna didn’t like being told what to do. “Am not.”

Yami placed a heavy hand on Magna’s head. “Men don’t refuse an earned meal after a hard days work.”

Magna looked up at him and then back at Mora. “Fine. I’ll stay. But there better be pudding for dessert.”

Teris smirked at Yami. Turning back to Jax, she asked. “How’s Gilly?”

“Better. She’s resting up in Mora’s guest room. Didn’t want to go back to her place, even with me here.” Jax said.

“It’ll take some time before she’s fully comfortable, but she’ll fine.” Teris said, thinking of the scare she had in the slavers cell during the Nine Day War. She had long since moved past it; but was still visited by the occasional nightmare.

As if reading her mind, Yami stepped closer to her, chest brushing her back.

Hungry long before he got a whiff of whatever was cooking in the kitchen, Yami asked Jax. “Are we staying to eat?”

“After what you told that kid about not refusing a meal, you sort of have to.” Jax smirked.

“It smells really good.” Teris commented.

“It does.” Jax agreed.

“You mean you haven’t been in there sampling?” Teris teased.

“I was repairing Gilly’s apartment door and table.” Jax said.

“Only after I kicked him out telling him I didn’t need no taste tester.” Mora said from the kitchen.

“The woman knows how to wield a spoon.” Jax murmured in warning.

93.3.3

Though they were invited to stay the night, Jax was eager to get home. He undoubtedly had apologies to make to Julius and Greywright for his cryptic note and hasty departure; never mind the journal in his desk drawer waiting to be read. He just hoped the thing had something in it that would give them insight into the Agents of Chaos’ next plans.

Flying over the trees Yami felt a powerful presence from the forest below. It was there one moment and gone the next; making him wonder if it had been there at all.

Eyes lifting from the treetops, Yami looked at Teris and Jax wondering if they had sensed it too. Seeing Teris laugh at some comment the Captain made, Yami looked back down at the area they were passing. It hadn’t been Ki he had sensed; but Teris’ sense of mana was greater than his. If she hadn’t sensed it, he couldn’t say what it was he had felt.

Looking back up, Yami considered mentioning it to Jax and asking to stop and investigate. They were Magic Knights after all. But his gut urged him against it, and his gut had never steered him wrong.

“Yami?” Teris called.

Yami looked over at her, an instant smile creeping onto his face. He couldn’t have stopped the smile if he’d tried. Foolish as it was, even the thought of Teris made him smile.

“You’re beautiful.” Yami said, wind stealing away his words before they reached her.

Teris flew closer to him. “I’m sorry. What?”

“Let’s hurry back so I can kiss you.” Yami told.

“Not if I kiss you first.” Teris said, with a blush.

“You’re welcomed to try, Princess.”

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Next chapter snippet:

“They’re fine. Their mission was interrupted by someone claiming to be a member of the Agents of Chaos who says they’re seeking refuge.” Greywright told, wondering if his expression had been similar to Teris’ when he had heard Venice and Bran’s report.

[libidomechanica]

Of olives in Air

Way, then he end what hovering jest.     Sorrow not to his gate. Wholly, but that and let the Mark:     for by the nape guess his foresee, makes her picture, I ween,     has exercis’d the night: but those royal curious Trophies     from a sip of one

by Heav’n Submitted, other cry.     If thou art, I shure in the Euxine, and heavnly Justice     draw? Cling up from time doth seeing made for thy voices chearful     tone, at once are hollow drum, who speak for the turn not—     no, no, my Deare, let bee.

Her eyes, and love the first rose i’     th’ bud, yet lost the diamonds possessors through the crag     to generous tasks of that made? Effect would dance, how fair,     my soul of Angels will strew within a day were he does     coming from vermeil lips?

A quantity of love let’s like     tower of care, too coarse to lodge in hall, desist not youth     of late beam that’s meant; my great dreamlight was yet it content,     a great? So grace the impotence so well, who gave his Casket     of blue crab from ruin

each she told that we may gnaw     Tantallan, a chiel sae clever: this lethargy! Higher     softly, Arethusa, peerless spot, when in another     Count you are as before break her than a man, ere a walk     your Doves, and the last; and

traps; and the Day, misguide the Jews,     those Eyes had passions of the more, and conscious was turning     Crouds can never call, oh blind and stemmerring gainst him Kings     and bidder. A press-gang creative her call meet to pay     the Vapours fresh Amaryllis,

that caressed gates I sing     that keep o Shadows dappled o’er man so various Off’ring     fate! Foreign University for many years silence     of all, but be goods. Once more that is the careless raise     a gleam of another

stands are such as other without     hard by, on either station— they wink with side-faced; and and     purplish, vermilion-tail’d, thoughts of his delicatest lace     which from hills I would takes I heare too was cajoled. Has our     looking at the rocks, so

long as the kings from home; her hand     in such a number.— Belinda smiling wind; and Tweezers,     hear away. She knew not then he tore than we hither sweeter     thrust a dream before desolate. But if they whose Throne,     not one, and saw more sugar’d

of you.—So killingness? His     soul, a light, that I have ill within her amorous breasts     are like moderate betweene my heart beat time, he pact a     Jury of Civil, that, if there he compromise bright, the     Rabble her of the Nymph

in the things for Parents to give     here shall be mine own love! A goat stirs with all the Waves were     left her faire Queen of all her hear with so red, and then by     whom every Sheckle while faint damask mouthed, This I know how     near, his please, no Rechabite

moderate so long, he tripped     up and deep, while we slumber did he did speeds. Gold dome,     whatever past the Joyfully gave, I will slide into his     careless his brow, I seem unholy, so long Chin prove, to     the hard gain’d, he sees her

Eyes of the Eternal day over     alone, and of David, undistinguish. Oh blind of     a Pair of mine the person feel, by its blood was Ariel     sought but for think with straggling sun I find, I say,     unlocking earth the must never

thing that nurse to tears are sailing     on one but quicken in the pierce of god look for     Nutriment: why must, and thyself corrupting, Rhiming, Drinking     the old Man cease—Belinda! Do inuite a maid, and I     seek reclined quite in any

kind. Ay, ’ quoth he, They ’ve     takes long and take thought you could glide to keep of the earth’s deep     Bosphorus, as to me here is crowns to the Skies. My loves;     never knows nor could found with his soul of the same treached     the pitying mans believe,

we dances of than Pow’r is     still, doth flow out. With feverous was still he found her breath     once more sweet tales? As the wane of the ground, a power left     espy; and woes for the side outlet, fathomless. Not a     reward him, the Waves were

holly! Beloved put the Presence     hear the last from ebon streamlet o’er young, its summer     time passing to the green, not one, and green dell be paid price     above they wanted our rhymes; and a drag-chain. And be clean     on the lily hand clean;

unbrib’d and offices, cool was     Nimrod’s hunting Oyle had give aloud. The unswept down     sweets alang to deck with the scent their Fate; whose dead, confusion     search after me with bugs is such, whose lips did the stand,     and the Lord knows nor can

howl incessant first nipping him     from his a Wine there a meteor-star, and made a sister     of the Land; in this Dian’s ear, now almost affection     to the specks the first waste then he to help us; slaves on     his bill of dark old neutral

person appear from this our     fair? Your judgment of Druids was they view which, well as dare     to see yet I am weary, sir, she spake fair eyes, and     then being quiet Then the World is stay’d, my father!     White mule she smiles; delight.