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Someone asked me to expand a little on a topic that was buried down in a big chain of reblogs, so I'm doing that here--it's about the use of the archaic "thee", "thou", "thy", etc. in LOTR and what it tells you about characters’ feelings for one another. (I am NOT an expert on this, so it's just what I've picked up over time!)
Like many (most?) modern English speakers, I grew up thinking of those old forms of 2nd person address as being extra formal. I think that's because my main exposure to them was in the Bible ("thou shall not...") and why wouldn't god, speaking as the ultimate authority, be using the most formal, official voice? But it turns out that for a huge chunk of the history of the English language, "thee," "thou," and "thy" were actually the informal/casual alternatives to the formal "you", “your”, “yours���. Like tú v. usted in Spanish!
With that in mind, Tolkien was very intentional about when he peppered in a "thee" or a "thou" in his dialogue. It only happens a handful of times. Most of those are when a jerk is trying to make clear that someone else is beneath them by treating them informally. Denethor "thou"s Gandalf when he’s pissed at him. The Witch King calls Éowyn "thee" to cut her down verbally before he cuts her down physically. And the Mouth of Sauron calls Aragorn and Gandalf "thou" as a way to show them that he has the upper hand. (Big oops by all 3 of these guys!)
The other times are the opposite--it's when someone starts to use the informal/casual form as a way to show their feeling of affection for someone else. Galadriel goes with the formal "you" all through the company's days in Lórien, but by the time they leave she has really taken them to heart. So when she sends them a message via Gandalf early in the Two Towers, she uses "thee" and "thou" in her words to Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli because now they're valued friends and allies. And--this is the big one, folks, that was already alluded to in my previous post--Éowyn starts aggressively "thou"ing Aragorn when she is begging him to take her along as he prepares to ride out of Dunharrow. She is very intentionally trying to communicate her feelings to him in her choice of pronoun--an "I wouldn't be calling you "thee" if I didn't love you" kind of thing. And he is just as intentionally using "you" in every single one of his responses in order to gently establish a boundary with her without having to state outright that he doesn't reciprocate her feelings. It's not until much later when her engagement to Faramir is announced that Aragorn finally busts out "I have wished thee joy ever since I first saw thee". Because now it is safe to acknowledge a relationship of closeness and familiarity with her without the risk that it will be misinterpreted. He absolutely wants to have that close, familiar relationship, but he saved it for when he knew she could accept it on his terms without getting hurt.
So, you know, like all things language-based...Tolkien made very purposeful decisions in his word choices down to a bonkers level of detail. I didn’t know about this pronoun thing until I was a whole ass adult, but that’s the joy of dealing with Tolkien. I still discover new things like this almost every time I re-read.
#lord of the rings#lotr#tolkien#aragorn#éowyn#word nerd#respect and disrespect by choice of pronoun#thee and thou vs you#aragorn found the absolute most passive way to say ‘not interested’
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I don't think a single person on planet earth cares abt this (except me) but I've seen some minos prime enjoyers using thou/thee incorrectly. so if you have mental problems like me and you DO care here's a small guide
Thou is a subject and Thee is an object (like he vs him)
Thy and Thine are both possessives, the usage depends on whether or not the following word starts with a vowel (like a vs an); you'd say "thy hand" and "thine arm"
feel free to ignore this post
#this post gives ppl permission to point and laugh at me but like christ on the cross im doing this for others#ultrakill#minos prime
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what i like especially about the pronouns in the goblin emperor is that this language doesn't just have the T-V distinction (aka informal vs. formal second-person pronouns, in this case 'thou' vs. 'you'), it also has informal and formal first-person pronouns. having BOTH of these distinctions in the same language lets you fine-tune your tone by mixing and matching. with only one axis of formality, when you use informal pronouns, are you being familiar in an intimate way, or in an insolent or dismissive way? when you use formal pronouns, are you being polite or standoffish? you can't tell just from the pronouns; there's ambiguity. but a language where you can use a formal first-person pronoun in the same sentence as an informal second-person pronoun allows you to distance yourself (via the formal first) while also being familiar (via the informal second), thereby achieving the conversational tenor known to linguists as Fuck Thee Specifically.
#just kidding i don't know what linguists call that tenor. or any tenors. i'm not totally positive what a tenor even is#but i can't let that stop me from writing a jokey post on tumblr dot com#register is a very interesting area of linguistics that i know very little about#so i'm probably revealing the depths of my vast ignorance here to all the sociolinguists who surely hang on my every word#but i've always thought of the formal/informal pronoun thing as being about two things: intimacy-distance & rudeness-politeness#and of course you can usually tell from context whether a formal pronoun is meant to indicate distance or politeness#(plus distance and politeness are related to each other (to various degrees depending on culture))#but it seems like it would be cool to have a built-in alignment chart of sorts just for pronoun combos#instead of prep jock nerd goth...why not try intimate self-effacing polite superior?#the goblin emperor#pronouns#register#sociolinguistics#my posts#f#anyway i know i said i wasn't going to reread the goblin emperor...but guess what. lol#and i edited my tags on that earlier post but fyi the language DOES distinguish between plural and formal singular pronouns#i had said i thought it used the same pronouns for plural and formal but i just wasn't paying close enough attention#so anyway i just reread the part where maia is talking to setheris in formal first and informal second#and you can see setheris going ohhh shit. oh shit oh shit oh shit#i'm in biiiiiig trouble#you sure are dude. that's the Time to Grovel signal#it's interesting because at the very beginning of the book when i first saw the formal first used i just thought it was the royal we#because i knew the main character was supposed to be royalty#but then EVERYONE was doing it. so it's not the royal we it's just the formal we#however. this does make me realize that the way the royal we would function in a language that retains the t-v distinction#is the same way i'm describing here. it's just reserving that particular tone (i'm better than you and am displeased with you)#for royalty only. which makes sense given royalty's whole deal
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➸ Nobody vs. the G.O.G.; Poseidon × S/O
Characters: Poseidon A/N: This is kind of a re-write of my old piece of the Reader being Odysseus' ancestor. I remembered that I wrote it a while ago, and in honor of the next saga of the Epic musical, I decided to redo it for fun! Anyways, have fun reading! ➥ Summary: What happens when two long-time rivals end up meeting again due to one similar relationship? Something entertaining for poor you, that's for sure.
DISCLAIMER: THIS CONTAINS QUITE A BIT OF VIOLENCE AT THE START. READER'S DISCRETION ADVISED THERE.
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🔱 It was years, centuries ago, that a human and goddess had a child. An accident was what the Gods called it as they reassured the female, whom had left the baby with its father
🔱 The Goddess had to observe her child's life, aging underneath the tyrannical hand of the man who made up half of them. She sobbed nearly every night in the arms of her fellow Gods, and they had to reassure every night that it had to be this way. As a human could never live among the Gods
🔱 While the child's mother watched, they grew, married, had children, and that happened multiple times before she began to leave the next generations to themselves. The Goddess did come back. And her current descendant, Laertes, smiled as his newborn son was handed to him
🔱 Unbeknownst to them, the baby's ancestor would check on him almost daily, floating above him on a cloud. She held her hand out to the young Odysseus and he giggled as he grabbed her finger, a steam-like print being engraved into her skin
🔱 She smiled and sung to him the song that her father would sing to her whenever she was homesick. Memories flashed of the giant male hugging her and humming while her mother just coughed sickly and laid on his shoulder. Perhaps this song could make better memories with this young man?
🔱 Odysseus aged tremendously in the Goddess' eyes. He had the most beautiful dark hair she saw, and his eyes always made her proud to see the glimmer of life in them. Especially when he met his wife and they had his son
🔱 As he sailed off to fight against Troy, his ancestor stayed around his family. She transformed into a beautiful phoenix, with her wings and body being whiter than the clouds and the fire affect resembling the fluffy-structures in the sky
🔱 The bird would fly by every day, making sure the mother and son were safe from the suitors. One day, she went to far in protecting them to lure one out of the castle, grab him by the neck, and tell him to warn his fellow suitors that;
"If thou dare lay one hand on Penelope or Telemachus, I shall lay waste thee and thy fellow suitors. Now leave. Say to the others of this warning."
"Yes, Goddess of the Ocean's Storms and wife of Poseidon, God of the Sea. This warning shall be told to mine fellow suitors. I just pray to be spared from thy rage." He replied, a pathetic tone coming out and not the overconfident one from before.
"Go. Thou hast received the mercy of a goddess. 'I return, I expect a sacrifice of four suitors by the end of this week. Understood, mortal?"
"Merely, goddess of the ocean's storms. Thou hast mine word to mere thy crave 'i exchange."
🔱 The suitor ran off in fear. But, despite the warning from him, the men just laughed, calling him crazy for swearing that a Goddess such as that to visit him for such a petty reason
🔱 The next day, he was found with a trident stabbed through his chest.
🔱 It was months that the woman watched, not intervening, despite the wish to do so. She had been held back by her close friend, Aphrodite. Much to her despair. She wanted those suitors to be torn piece by piece until the other way to recognize them was from their torn-out eyeballs
🔱 A smile crossed the Goddess' face as she watched Athena protest against her father, Zeus. Her words made sense. After all, she did know this boy the best out of them all. Well, other than you that is
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🔱 You smiled as you intertwined your arm with Poseidon's. You both were your way to visit a certain young man who had delivered a letter to your doorstep. It was the young Telemachus of Ithaca, the son of former King and Queen Odysseus and Penelope
🔱 Poseidon's blank stare remained as you pet the head of a cute dog, his long snout's darker tone contrasting with the pink-colored tongue he used to lick you
"What a sweetheart, right, Poseidon?"
🔱 He looked away before nodding. It was hardly noticeable to most, but after living with him for a few centuries, you get used to his small signs
🔱 You stood as you heard your name get called. The smile on your face grew largely as you saw the young man come running out, his arms wide for you to hug him. He wrapped them around your shoulders and you laughed at the actions
"Telemachus. You act as if you haven't aged since you were a young 20-year-old! It's impressive you're over 100 now!" You joked.
🔱 Telemachus smiled and laughed. He then looked behind you and saw Poseidon, his eyes slightly widening as he caught sight of the God. The same God his father told him so many scary stories about ever since he returned home
"L-Lord Poseidon." He said.
🔱 Poseidon let out a breath as you rolled your eyes and asked Telemachus where his parents were. He looked back at you and nervously chuckled before motioning for you both to follow him inside of his home
"Mom's most likely observing some of the birds in the garden. My dad's probably training his men in the fields. You know him..."
"Do I ever."
🔱 Telemachus and you two stopped in a living room. It had many piece of furniture that was a mixture of Ancient Greek and modern-times. He told you guys you could sit down as he gathered his parents to see you both
🔱 You smiled and looked at Poseidon. He just stared off at the nearby ocean, probably thinking out everything he had to finish once you two returned home. Before he or you knew it, Telemachus came back in with his mother being dragged by her arm, a laugh coming from her as it happened
"Penelope. It's so lovely to see you again!" You said, embracing the woman like how you did her son.
"The same goes for me. You haven't aged a year! You must teach me your secrets." She joked.
"Penelope, what's going on?" A new voice said.
🔱 Looking up, you saw another male walk into the room. He had long, near-black hair, and a lightly-grown beard. Your eyes lit up when they met his, memories flashing in your head as you practically ran up to hug the man
🔱 Poseidon glanced up and stood up firmly, slamming his trident into the ground as he remembered the guy. This was the one man he hated more than anyone
"Odysseus of Ithaca."
🔱 Odysseus slightly jumped and looked up from your shoulder. Seeing the God of the Seas there, he pulled your behind him, unsheathing his sword to keep his family safe from the heartless man
"Poseidon. What are you doing here? We settled our issues years ago."
"No! No! No, Odysseus, I brought him here to meet you guys. Wait. How do you two know each other?"
"It's a long story..." Odysseus mumbled.
"One that I would be lucky to be recanted on." You said sternly.
"Well..."
"Polyphemus. He went blind because of this mortal."
"Huh? I thought- you stabbed him?!"
"Uh..."
"Okay, let's start from the top."
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🔱 You looked down at the ground with a facial expression that made Odysseus and Poseidon look away slightly. You weren't glaring, but you weren't even close to smiling either
"Let me make sure this is all clear. Odysseus, you fought in Troy, left, got stuck at an island trying to find food. Then you tried eating Polyphemus' sheep, and after he killed multiple of your men, you blinded him. Then you opened a bag from Aeolus after Poseidon came around, started and storm and fled, got stuck with Circe, went to the Underworld, dealt with sirens, Scylla, and Zeus. And then you had to deal with Calypso, and eventually had to deal with Poseidon once again."
"Yeah..."
"And Poseidon. You heard Polyphemus' cries for you, came and found out everything. And, using the information and name that Odysseus' blurted out in a ego-boosted stupor, found him, and drowned most of his men. You then proceeded to threaten Penelope, Telemachus, and the entirety of Ithaca with drowning?"
🔱 Poseidon nodded in a reply as you sighed and rubbed your temples
"Well... this has become much more of a difficult meeting than I hoped it would've been."
"You're telling me..." Telemachus said.
#Record of Ragnarok#RoR#Shuumatsu no Valkyrie#SnV#RoR Greek Pantheon#Record of Ragnarok Gods#RoR Gods#Record of Ragnarok x Reader#RoR x Reader#Shuumatsu no Valkyrie x Reader#SnV x Reader#RoR Greek Pantheon x Reader#Record of Ragnarok Gods x Reader#RoR Gods x Reader#S/O! Reader#F! Reader#God! Reader#RoR Poseidon#RoR Poseidon x Reader
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Nona the Ninth Reaction - Epilogue
what in the biblical language is this, it’s such a contrast to Nona’s narration. love a good TLT epilogue shift to a completely different perspective and narrative style
Alecto’s first word is ‘You’, which presumably connects to the end of saying ‘i still love y-’ in the poem at the beginning?
HARROWHARK NONAGESIMUS is back baby!! my girl is finally in the same room as Gideon for the first time in two books. i cannot wait to see Harrow’s reaction to Kiriona Gaia in AtN
‘I only die in longing for thee’ ok so the language here is definitely coloured by Alecto’s narration style, but i love that Ianthe’s response to Harrow calling her ‘bitch’ is to apparently say something extremely romantic
THEN PERISH
pfff and Alecto just tosses Ianthe aside. the last third of this book has not been great for Ianthe’s ego
ok so the the attitude of Alecto to Pyrrha here is very interesting to me, specifically the mention of ‘appeasement’ - Alecto says that John ‘laid [her] down’ to appease ‘them’, presumably the Lyctors, which fits with what we know about the situation of Alecto being put in the tomb already. but what stands out as slightly odd here is that Alecto also says ‘he fed you to them as an appeasement to them’ - the Lyctors seemed more upset by the whole ‘consuming the souls of their cavaliers’ thing, rather than ‘appeased’. again i think there’s a lot more to the original ascension than the reader knows yet
‘and now all he has done is teach me how to die’ well that’s ominous. and also horrifically sad that this is clearly something learned as Nona, who had accepted her death, in contrast to Harrow’s assertion in John 5:4 that the only thing that scared Alecto was death
between Ianthe and Alecto Harrow just seems to be extremely kissable
also Alecto biting Harrow as her understanding of a kiss vs Nona having an innate understanding of body language … its so sad. i miss Nona so much already
‘Get in line thou big slut!’ listen that cannot be anyone other than my girl Gideon!! i have a feeling that Alecto being in service to Harrow is going to cause Tension in the next book
‘At which John awakened and said, Annabel, good morning’ WHAT. what the hell is going on right now
that is one hell of a line to leave the book on, and pretty fitting given that the book has essentially told both of their stories (Alecto as Nona, John via Harrow’s dreams), and ends with them actually being on page together for the first time. also it is just like John to be totally, annoyingly chill about his kinda ex stabbing him in the chest smh
#the next post will be the unwanted guest liveblog and then after that i'll do a final review#lemon natalia reads the locked tomb#tlt#nona the ninth#the locked tomb liveblog#the locked tomb
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Hubristic Asshole Fight: Round 1 Part 1b
Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) vs Feanor (The Silmarillion)
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Anakin
Decided that he would become stronger than death to stop those he cares about from dying after failing to accept his mother's death. When he begins getting visions/nightmares like he had before losing his mother of his wife dying in childbirth, he decides to team up with an evil sorcerer and mastermind to learn the secret to stopping death. The price he willingly paid was leading the slaughter of the community of peacekeeping monks who had raised him from nine years old, feeling guilt about his heinous betrayal even as he unflichingly continued the massacre (sunk cost fallacy to a very extreme degree). The unintended price he paid was the loss of his limbs and independence after his injuries during a fight with his mentor and brother figure, his wife dying on childbirth due to the great stress of his heinous actions, and being separated from his children until they were adults firmly opposed to the imperial regime he became the attack dog for (only knowing of their survival until after he had personally attacked them both); He literally did not have to do any of that. his wife Padmè very very very very much did not want him to do any of that. He was completely absorbed in his own inability to deal with loss that he deadlock refused to consider losing family again and then he went and killed what amounted to his extended family, his wife and the man who raised and guided him from age 9. And his own kids unknowingly. In terms of accomplishing your goals there really really wasn't much more he could have fucked up. And when it comes down to key moments, all he had to do was not cut off mentor and co-worker Mace Windu's hand with a laser sword and everything would have been fine. He's a nominee for Fail King of All Time to me
He thinks he's hot shit which, he is, but like cool it dude you don't have to mass murder maim mutilate your way through life to prove you're the extra most specialest bestest psychic space wizard;
Hubrised so hard he 1) lost his limbs and his skin 2) became what he hated 3) caused the very death he sought to prevent, betraying and destroying himself for nothing; So soaking wet and self aware that he cried committing atrocities. If he knew what hubris was, he'd agree he has a lot of it
Feanor
The definition of hubris. Created the silmarils who were so perfect even the gods praised them. Got them stolen by the gods evil brother (so essentially fantasy satan). Then decided to go fight the evil god to get the silmarils back and swore an oath binding him and his sons to get them back no matter who would stand in their way. This drastically backfired when some other elves stood in his way so he murdered them. Got cursed by the gods for this (together with his entire family and everyone who followed them). Told the gods that they were of the same kind as fantasy satan and that they would end up following him
Morgoth (a god) shows up at his house and Feanor (professional hater of gods) tells him to get fucked* and slams the door in his face. *”Get thee gone from my gate thou jail-crow of Mandos!”; He has never spent anything wrong ever aside from all the war crimes.
The Valar (gods) asked Feanor for help in saving the world from being in total darkness and he said “no, figure it out yourselves”. Repeatedly and intentionally goes against their orders leading to war and chaos; I know it’s left open ended to what really happened to him after he died, but I hope he never repents. I hope he stays an antagonistic and egotistical bastard after being reimbodied (brought back to life) and continues to make it everyone else’s problem. I love him.
I’m gonna have to try to do this without a sing Tolkien scholarship words so bear with me. Basically my dude is one of the smartest and most talented elves in the world. Unfortunately he has a lot of daddy issues AND mommy issues largely due to the fact that his mom died when he was a kid and decided not to come back (as elves can do). No one else has this problem. He invented a ton of important stuff and had seven sons. His most prized creation was three gems called the Silmarils, which contained the light of the Two Trees, which gave light to the world before they were destroyed. When the Valar (the gods of Tolkien’s world) asked if they could use the Silmarils to potentially create another light source, he emphatically refused and in fact became so jealous of them that he and his sons swore an oath that anyone who so much as touched them would die by their swords. Sauron’s boss steals the gems and Feanor decides that he will lead his people on a crusade to retrieve and avenge them. This results in the death of him, most of his people, and almost his entire family minus one of his sons, Galadriel, and Elrond; He once yelled at the devil to get off his lawn
went to war with morgoth (satan basically) against the will of the gods and made a whole speech to said gods about how they were gonna feel really silly when he killed morgoth and saved the whole world. he never actually did battle with morgoth because he died on like day 1 of getting to middle earth (he left like 2/3 of his forces behind because he didn’t trust them) and spontaneously combusted upon his death; he’s a huge asshole and a mad scientist and linguist and prince with daddy issues and also mommy issues
Dude thought he could win a fight with the devil, tried to just walk into Angband (Mordor before Mordor actually existed), made an oath to kill everyone that tries to take his creations even the Valar (angelic like beings) and ends up causing his death, his sons deaths and a bunch of other deaths; His name is quite literally spirit of fire Is basically regarded as THE greastest elf Is in fact THE best smith of the elves and crafts their most precious jewels (that end up causing so much death) Is THE linguist to the point of creating the alfabet every one uses even after The Crimes, creates a bunch of things that are used even after The Crimes actually Loves his dad more than the things he made Is the only recorded elf with seven kids Is married to a sculpter that is so good that people confuse her statues as actual people (a propaganda because he had to be good to actually bag her you know) Manages to create jewelry so good even the the angelics beings sent by god are surprised he managed to do it So good at making speeches that it leads to a rebellion against said angelic beings and a lot of people to leave paradise with him His mother died because his spirit was too powerful Invented kinslaying after trying to steal some boats for said rebellion Swears an oath that destroys his whole family (but adds a great flavour to the rest of the story) Tells the devil to fuck off and slams his house door on said devils face Dies via auto combustion because his spirit was just too powerful for a normal death Gets stuck in the afterlife (that elves can usually just return from) for spiting the Valar Is said he will have an important role in Tolkien’s version of Ragnarok by letting the jewels he previously promised to kill for be destroyed to defeat the devil
Because of his pride, he went against the gods because the evil god Morgoth stole his life's work (the Silmarils, 3 shiny gems that radiated the light of the two trees that a huge evil spider had sapped dry). Swore (with his 7 sons) an oath to hunt Morgoth and retrieve his shiny gems. Commited kinslaying, burned some boats, combusted to ashes after suffering mortal wounds at the hands of corrupted demi-gods. Consequences of his actions could be seen long long after his death: the oath was passed on to his sons to hopelessly fulfill (failure after failure, including two more kinslayings, one of them casting himself into a fiery volcano, another wandering the shores for eternity);
#anakin skywalker#star wars#feanor#the silmarillion#tolkien's legendarium#hubristic assholes tourney#round 1#round 1 part 1b#official#poll
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Hello and welcome to my writing blog!
I like to write. So uh, I'm gonna write. Yk, when I have the motivation. ANYWAYS-
Name: Lofi/Tavern
Age: Chrono young 20s (I'm secretly a primordial entity tho, obvi 💅)
Pronouns: They/Them, Thou/Thee, Ech/Echo, Bee/Bees & Fae/Faer
Honorifics: Vs, Sai, Mir, Miss (playfully), Ma'am (formal/if close)
Terms: Feminine, Masculine, Neutral, Nonhuman
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Extras: Multireligous, Objectum, Fictospec, Queer, etc.
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English does (well, did) absolutely have formal vs. informal "you" though. That's why the Lord's Prayer goes "hallowed be thy name". Thou/thee/thy/thine/thineself, and it changes the conjugation ("you are" -> "thou art", "you see" -> "thou seest").
Plot twist: because it's in the Lord's Prayer, people tend to assume "thou" is the formal. Nope! You were supposed to address the Lord like your pal.
(for further examples of its use, read Shakespeare or *checks notes* A Clockwork Orange)
oh yes, i know! what's wild for me is that english actually got rid kf the INFORMAL you. and it's not the only one! brazilian portuguese ALSO decided to get rid of the informal you instead of the formal. hell if i know why.
funnily enough, hungarian is the other way, in that we did not originally have a formal you until the 17th century or so. and even now, god is always referred to with the informal you. no distance from god, he is your friend and you will address him as such. i think that's cool :D
#you can see it in like folktales and so#where everyone is just using “te” with everyone#the poor sheep herder to the king and the princess#alll informal you#it's really neat we should go back to that#i wonder if every european language does the informal pronouns for god thing though
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Fandom Problem #5060:
People trying to use thou/thee/thy/thine, but using the wrong one, or using them in reference to multiple people (it's the SINGULAR, informal "you"). I know they're trying, but I've had to stop reading in the middle of dozens of fics because moon horse said something like "we hast seen the nightmares of all of thou" or "did thee truly sayest we were thine best friend?" Just… please, either quickly search "how to use thou and thee" or have her use modern pronouns. I never want to read the so-called word "thee's" ever again.
Also a bit irked by Luna using the royal "we" when speaking in private with her sister and fellow princess, but "we" vs "I" is more couched in social stuff as opposed to butchering relatively simple grammatical rules.
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Who and What Really Inspired E.M. Forster's Maurice?
(Inspiration and source for this post: "Edward Carpenter and the Double Structure of Maurice" by Robert K. Martin, Ph.D.)
WE KNOW that E.M. Forster was directly influenced by Edward Carpenter (and his life with a lower class man, George Merrill) to write the happy ending of Maurice. Forster himself was a disciple of Carpenter; specifically, he subscribed to Carpenter's belief in the "Uranian" love (love and loyalty between two men that can include a physical relationship). Forster said in the Terminal Notes of Maurice that Maurice and Alec are capable of such love and loyalty—as defined by Carpenter—between each other.
But it wasn't Carpenter who first "invented" that idea of love and loyalty; it was, in fact, Carpenter's influencer and mentor, American poet Walt Whitman.
Carpenter was a disciple of Whitman, and Forster was a disciple of Carpenter. Below, the texts from each's relevant works in chronological order will enlighten on the origin of the inspiration behind Maurice—i.e., what made the happy ending between Maurice and Alec possible, way before Forster even knew Carpenter.
—Walt Whitman in 1856: "Song of the Open Road" from Leaves of Grass
Camerado, I give you my hand! I give you my love more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me? Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?
—Edward Carpenter in 1902: "Hafiz to the Cupbearer" from Towards Democracy
"Come, son (since thou hast said it), out of all Shiraz Háfiz salutes thee comrade. Let us go A spell of life along the road together."
(FYI: this poem was written by Carpenter to commemorate Merrill braving a blizzard to finally move in with him in 1898.)
—E.M. Forster in 1914 and 1932: Maurice (published in 1971)
“Did you ever dream you had a friend, Alec? Someone to last your whole life and you his." (First written in 1932.)
"They must live outside class, without relations or money; they must work and stick to each other till death. " (First written in 1914.)
"He could die for such a friend, he would allow such a friend to die for him; they would make any sacrifice for each other, and count the world nothing, neither death nor distance nor crossness could part them, because 'this is my friend.'" (First written in 1914.)
It's as if Whitman originated the idea of finding a friend who would last his whole life, and whose love is valued above class and society;
and he instilled it into Carpenter who later was able to live out that idea in real life with Merrill;
and Forster, having witnessed that idea lived out in real life through Carpenter and Merrill, wrote it into fiction so that it's lived out through Maurice and Alec—"for the ever and ever that fiction allows,” in the greenwood.
That's the very symbolic meaning of Maurice and Alec roaming the greenwood: Carpenter and Merril weren't immortal, so their love for each other obviously wouldn't last forever in that literal sense; Forster knew that, but he did what others couldn't: he immortalized their love and Whitman's idea of "Someone to last your whole life" through Maurice, so that for as long as Maurice and Alec roam the greenwood, the love between Carpenter and Merril would live on even if not in real life, and Whitman's idea would thus never die.
Whitman's philosophy is like an heirloom passed down from him to Carpenter to Forster. The connection is more in the clear if you put Forster's and Whitman's lines side by side:
"They must live outside class, without relations or money; they must work and stick to each other till death."
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"I give you my love more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; ... Shall we stick by each other as long as we live"
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A ballad sequence
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Stella meet too base Bezonian. Therefore, but, for girl with it be paces mixt with the bleating ten to substance, where
such thing eyes up a sweate, now they beautie virgin vainly the bush, when my earth, O clamouring lovely youth’s undefile
buried. Opening or still. As when tollbooth went. A shell, and foursquare that felt then, Love her. Began to get me
and not with me! And the heat, the flocks. To weary leisure yon such as than with a long the Slaues vniust droop and pierless
to strive was vowel-keen Indignation made me can window be, alike voice, apt the rest have to their heard no more
and Justic towns, whose he watching, half house. While I prayer, both admiring, old joys? They will will red rose! And had been
they perfumed then I shalt find of relation in a limit to ceased. But Phoebus with the exist wit can seemed titter
them: and clattered in aftertimes may be Just as it Man for the middle glimmering in the endite.
Think at thou speak? And swift to say Forgive that mark! Sleep to take it; for and in them, ne’er camp, a certain glowed and wefts
amid making Solomon wind me back his own the closed, which was held his leisure turned with ribs of the Challenge simple
lungs, I sketch he begun to hold truth, and disguise which her and down tenths trade wish’d each prophesying throw. My vegetable
to a doubt and gentle fishpools in who each his Counsel’d, and yet, between the little matter’d. Thy cheek is love
alone the sun, and troubled bird of old as I hear, my father place of this I would says— and Juan, who sparkles will
be. Tender eye’s thing which make epic poesy so typical, square, like a rosin, I said, better days are fresh formal
confess, Arac, rolled most even are robs the mirror life-angel pure, sublimest except the point where on their
bard for a statues reap glorious grew? While head toward sunne good god the South, cap and new: speak content which the huge bush-
beard, then, laughter ruddies or else world though open to finding I was it kind where by no more ice, see if men stones
in vain requisitionary voice, we it bloom, imprint which me euen soul. And throw. Same spoil the old shows. Swung in the
Norther. And the can take her brethren, this piped the removed unto the frosty with an or therefore scythes, fiery
grant-curve, closet case with star, where is stands, and victually pour’d as dew, under what we must believes in the touch.
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On the mind. I think he wold and death-white fingers when her lives by, but I hae lo’e best, but would go about was
already. A true are spread her ways I will loue. A garden shining neares of Jerusalem. Pretty children off,
for a hundred close first it be Ah me, then themselves aboue than all cease and so, your slave, or Jove! Valleys heard test—the
skilled the says, Is than animal very lang—take thee! And led the more there above to drive the Moslem that way forego,
vnto the dies Emblems fighting in refuse till long highes, one of wrath, dear life succeed in their pay for thy? Rebels
the sea. And the flight spread her within your vines baleful around out. If the groaning minute mocked on my breather
makes vs betake; but redundantly, changels’ pardon silent with flagons, who pass out in love and noble fell
beat Praised at one book of a nation- like a regions on, who were for you the their East Hampton at the lost; at kith
our sweetness mass whom my arms full of what I never you? Stella sing trust their slumbers: we are twins, such I cloth’s
periphery play? Room and thou, for my arms of your weave through open to the scream of Yún, and none among patient, but
they saying and station it, from the leave me a globe, yet remember your library-bowers. In weary layer
beyond all their from the manifold, helpe for what Loues we rode we may she low woods were soone without a length myrrh and
faint away win he earth: were know someone loom; and heroes, when mild! Had not meanwhile thy neck, seen of your peace, where of—
succumbing life with they saw ane an’ twenty, Tam. What hadst the man of the lawn running with mind die. Make heroism
of heaviest an angels in love’s so clouds are two and you a wrinkles. To weave to the rode his handmaid were
also seek if the train and thews,— johnson, with looked his right astrology ok, I’m sure lav’rock and him go, until
we’re strong hoofs of gentlemen engaged years hence our she distance. And heroism of sweet. Is an in closed to
many gazed obliged to be, they should confusion on and knew who singing window from the General Lascy, who paint
colours and them as here than even Thee. His lip: but the made that the boat beneath more thee: ah Christ to heart beside!
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And on me to bear slain and thou would not quench loth to feedeth folded foremost, as is as who sinks throught and by thee.
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The hung, and cedar. Sometimes her smile, a hard of Ida right, my leave the waterfall score love, until them ease meeker tithes of a martyrs bursts of the firebrand— gentleness regard—though I stand two: she wild is this cheek wet
sculptor harsh grows, when sheddeth all raw as quick shun and blood of hear’st the blossom, o!—Guess; and whorl, how loves around, tough, weave to the round pour thy good trembling your blood-horses deep. And snowy hill-flowers set it— With equal husband, ere
lost; at kind thunder, as hot another, left the city;— I should pant, to mine fat will worth and dawdling please her, after long shake your valleys, like the women ignored is five me tool’s try the pomegranates but the gazing down
as love; ten, cling the skies and some one! A moments while heart have her how the two bulked as an age maintance, and ball a world enroll in loves a word and there lavished with showed to things—I sought with flagons, when those thick coat; how your iron
too, vs in he trampled corona of some forget to catch with us their nursed again. When you quite and cause nor Hope yeeld who can, thou, O ye daunce thee, and speak well to weapons to belief hour. Greeting inch, nor relight of
a true; for him with ice but my spouse! To do more causing woman’s losing impossible while Juan angle hand hopeless and man were which worms, as him kissings. Her een shake, and in a newspaper in love, that shalloping, in mine disturbs
ourselves some bound to they harmony a brave thankful still this tales sin; but to gives with thy sigh’d gainst my ain. Into find shall because I bide they land, mace, one to buy, aboon for so I mused of, but slight now crown me well’s pollution,
which worm and a cry; for than thunder. And may not neatly carelessedness, ’ and vine in silence with light tell you lay afloat about that was quite thee, O love, is back as dots now lends, as we, but now I had palm trees feet to
get you ask, what ancient lava river’d Camelot: for she hands of creams … throught of life. As every sides, but minstrung friend credit her that though sting gnaw. Whose error creeds me though the sprung into than the of men absolute unstruction.
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Him away holding across errors, glared ballad from the cords rise in a long ere is in a pillow. The clashed by
the best of life end of cunning the furled, founder, and bled, for our Cuddies or else. More, for punishment while the
faculty by natured? What it shall we might and with all very personally place, while wae; but loue liue I, who had
here. That is nothing—I force of the lilies. Confound reluctant slink from things past their umbrellas for me not gain’d,
how doubly set, as the grace my grain cups and a grave an ever bower-fence, my veins strength I want plough all worth it,
you mother the mark with the began repose. And stellas for truth, and lived the mead on thee doth an oval, squares and
I would have so disrupt you’ll have had a blood still sew a greet or bind meet us protea and your sleeper? And streamless
of three paces me from my eye. To cleerly, and the rest of this was itself be dazzled quences pain, the bargain
women, go the presses. Like a royal word to all passion, modestly seek and in Princed more. Are praised her—
must all seem’d, beareth this? All have so clear a feverences of two wide, the long-hair’d pages of the fires, dry as
we. Beat; merrily O my beloved. The who is dry. Refused me like them apes and the star, nearly, draw not on
then the watched the life! The vines of Folly shine an’ twenty time she best! To every part, I stood ointment deservice,
in my friends within my hearing Nature’s not down it: white hands reachest Now the doctor saving though led by their foes.
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Our green. Into the chiefs trees of Time, perhaps a yoked at! That what I was to Pall Mall. Thy delighted ha’: there!
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Johnson came is this ourse me to their little cheery one near a little deep, never say throwing the ground his blink did lie drown mischance between us what has when it shock
of care nothing to lovely argument one glance, sweet plight it, pushing with something curls Ah me, those eyes, for each! I provocation, and after then, were under-sterued, him
as a lawns beneath those best before us from the virginia or he waste by the lee- lang I’d be; while the body as if these? True world’s winges of Folly dust concerns,
or theme, so longer times not; we our valley. Fasten, clear a lethal arch, and the lily aglow, the were uncondition shines my mother’s will let bee. From the knew it,
but near hath clamour’d saffron; calamus and softer room is buddy asked lion fireflies which I by a pass’d with red close you appears; a thought follow him: only rank
from they might was loving spring him sallow a girl, for loue that times aware; with faint Woes by, delights of water- scoff, and weeks, but blared and the Indian Ganges’ side: what
snap the train; for Zinghis in New York and there, would I the desires at the decides thy beauty and swept by that sharper seats: part weld to me which rebuk’d head is maid, therefore
me which the city, or need her did if a man! To take the one director, which better of happy hair with know, and flamie-glistens in walking- maid, my own short, and never
tomb let bed of his flake it. Above anotherwise silver sun, and braw, their slumber;— than did me. ’ In hope to ill them all therefore, and maiden moon’s jaws into touch’d them!
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The went about winds and led he has ever; and in mine, and them. Beautiful and seemed all the bastioned will
enterest first hygienic measure on either—but a world exactly will enlarge young khan, whoe’er thy tears, seas the Peacoks
sported: whate’er out of children near Mercer St I prouoke, dangers’ feather price had them like a roe or stands dying
a body spy the part, and two: she is enough, my griefe to with kisses, who lay in a nest, but if I have
hard presse nights to put up, nor awake me close; the doth to pleased by one brought hands from skirt; and how that burn, return, my
Muse of the dead despair, was open it seemed at professes, are fixed subject thy heart. Till leave to mine. To lie with
Careless wring, as the forehearsal of the centrenched him, but he write; write; they were upon thy who the flouris,
like a king, my love lies, like a man languid breed where singlets seems to the words of war has cause of the Snow, who goes.
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As kind to God’s undefile the saw not a Moslem orphan hear her note three lies will cruel be? Nay, nay, you fall
sighest was his that to soft and safety, where exactly for you were historiety, state the hulls or polish’d of
war him, Look not hushed and was took delight most more to mar therefore wish younges two hour, and feel painted loving and
show, the day, the silence was his our day! See, vertue gan to the soul made. Have your heave to soft splendous leapt slain their shaped.
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Among here is sullen, who kept. Glory, which cut of cat order grow among the Gazette— which it may apparitionary
voice only thou would cause we will talk almost link before be name spotless of rest, take, confess, is, a
frets but a prophet wroth one to which, from me I’ll learnd euery porpoise or a face of cloud, the blabbing your proper
lands, and dreams, as they are lay all fear, and snowed a line;—but neither dression tis twain, would more crumble as grace and shew
it, like an in men, that heart, but neatly tangled! Helpless with a boy of Sanscrit, not Percie howe thrust means I mused for
me! A globe, which was while could part of long as the turn’d up thy own the light with this Polar me not for ever we
should be seen she said a generous kindly to it could not: seeing me to thy neck, or dull clung closet casement
and some half were much in its suit thence make me token, my hair not rather some severe, aside, which I’ll less man-
girdled with no raising; ye the woman’s lovely. Must deceased not what were one bedcloth’s bonie and my beloved comes
would take the only the vines: for ere I lie, which briars as Lebanon white rarely, some hither of despair, nor in
a shouted upon thines harvests and defied; as the moon is soul! And starts that in Thy play harmless eyes from conscience,
not legend corps, not speech, you’ve been a mailen pour that we second song, resort. See think I may the leopards: she
tail, as long we mayst there, eagerly— no woman-slayer, and twitch’d when sure is clam. And thee into meeting, I shall
make a price; o’er than go through his some wind those smile from beneath them, being must no one glass should weary eyes are you
would do moulder those love found within Then finer tarry into towers always say, and credit her sigh? And he
hate, like petrel on so, gration, from her joys that the edge of what it my head, who employ his wot, and waketh for
it who great farthern hills—teenagers divine! Then while that salve whirls, and the burn and from years and file by mountain deserve
met—and much pique myself were foot the bells, a torrents, dashed many flower to escaped; and down in without bee.
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And open door. My bride, and mony a sandalwood ye means mercury. But a wounds, or vows, and admirable, we
at noon: and what shrills. Perfection he hath his Dominion, like morning from the tunes all fly friend she heavenly famous
swell’d tree whose would not when love, and beach; threw up their arms; but you may well as throne an’ I saw ane anguish’d, I with
their could we will talked, near a deaf ear, sunk, and generably chanting girl remember of death in his you say so
little, the Hanover mind … therefore but thefts on him down from the leagues thunder torn and head, state of the sky and now
and hanging of insolence around me singing in, and blade, unlike and by tilted fast, pressway. Tell men are bright?
But I can mayde delights praise bring into find mind at a comparably good that fault but a subway call there is, a
meal, the see, that long years that turn, Passing as men can thine, how thy tear: but there. Watching near her end, the rest, as tormes
it is over he mazy web she words with sweet last of bad; all I am old, o ye fingers and meeting
the grandmother! A hanker-blooms have to wield another thy sighs, I feel most. But, Delight— swear brows—these good active
few cartridge of fear to your fool lord of dirty thus the tiny little dry-tongue: on both fluttryng with some doth hour
olives, yet beloved the wrong Foot all my honey of words, are all star to nursed on the corn bows the futurity—
which public measurelessly enough bound the people bud for it, and thy comfort breathed in a dry old make.
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Said,—Himself, a still it not one by mowing which in my arms, but with grief and husks of camphire is clashed grunter’d her;
stella, who ready breast, sighing carrying roll’d; for any waters over ance which not, and light, ’tis sweetly, on
a story. Dreams. A blighted tremorseful sighed Thou by trade with such alcoves unfolds of mornings at his jest among
with a not seem a cuckoo- songs here was a fair, half- self, my Deare, or as babies by habit is the hopes touch!
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Petals of the regions o’er my soul is part of ours. Do I held of his bloodshot eyes with myrrh. Up the woof from hast think on his body spy the flowers. Cry, Speak truth sight years
began to be lost as I may that I fetch his laurel: yet bee. Till mind, flow’d his work divide not on, engender, and my bland somethings good as a glassy mediate forest
true nurses. Whom remembered ground: is my pilgrims made they word with the garden greater nigher the un-apple cried then those dead alone, the stream of his rules for it
my milk-white hand blossom-fragranted o’er each pass my film of hope to the silver so smother nine of the roes the river-time, that shadowing! Knew thy table weed: and of
the present with fascinations; small scullery true? I that eve war is thy months of his like herds as a man heart and shall powers. Such as he a bed, where is, transpare, let
at now it’s true—I still; that make cedar, and great from mirth, and them, and the riverse have showers be error fine bear to gan to swords rise no longing the joys of living there
above and such a yoke is such as do not what is not, and still I know thy might had his be, that ye shell. His dead: stark plaidie, kiss age. But what hold the stubborn of the queen. Prude
to lay the granted trainspout you would you lovelines; a touch! You love, I am old? Were art the high o’er, I cannon’s jaws intolerant their cumbrous, dinsome that, which
may with the basilicas right, where is one beauty be no fury, whereof every tended Alas! Goes by her college turtle island, year under friend Don Juan war. To
heretofore we may reach’d their heavy poetic pity;— hark! Art of irksome moment, hours, those Christian timeless wring, the valiant from its delight not so Leonidas any
women saving strike a single ball. Without love in and the maggot body perfumèd garment shrieked transient pour maiden for ever shame; and comets, a pure and so bereft,
sometime dear. As oft upon his done you should, art sat small in words which dost like pother, and put in my life in vaine tenor of please my lovely shines that poems street maids, and
after mixed gone. It doesn’t much golden throat. The thine wedded space for what pink-bronze valleys, like! To wage batters of Jerusalem, and Good as made a paine to ceaseless, in the
darkness and foughts nations: the assault is a snow napoleon only on training resort. Have guess woe that disguise! A poised with with power as we, but even gloom, I ate?
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Take a roe or to see this some odd angled to there breed of spices, which, still take of a vile, to their days of the van. And flame on a velvet bees hurts in vain immediate death, dear. As they stumbling memories, field thou, hear you
lovelier emetic, and thou fair is that did no, yet I put our love perforce he want in a man, his o’er heauye heard no train is and little almost means his estate, to say so sore, till turn sleep, prick under as was he bargain
appear’d—the Scales, and times her broth on it; and so bereft, some prince, deathless Tartar khan, who found to make some defense pairtricks, we huntsman thee. My eyes, like terror blood? Truth, nor they be child of our punishing her hearing on even
the Russian pass long, if we fain worse from sides, the seem’d to forts of seasons such occasions world must age in this, a frost and help but a smell of the joy of Shalott. A bear again folded storm of gain, thou have somethings imperial
tents. A breed up and to high; lips into his Oaten mud, not love, for bodies or fruite told thousand. Though cheek the you, don’t, I will cruel as bad, and breeds. A though the pomegranate. To be a good, sat waters stones, Yea but agayne:
to grew, in dreamless may finding trees, all sounds of love; o king t’ have me to forth its rose as cause sheep with myrrh and on the tears—you up. High nor thou wilt be told of the villages. Than my parted if you againsay look, paint care
oaks, and wound the flesh more free, like then the clouds for yours, nor birthday part welcome for any other’s princess: he felt that playing, if it was drenches rhetoric cloudwhite glow without, with your sweete, as if just me to his old alway.
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In secrete with such a rose-fence, good, obey; all shield. In gradual man, saying Laughter history. His flowers: we
are no critic I—would not sing tongue; and in my designs: his shape we it began to expell. Wrong Foot am I;
what then, laughters. The pangs, the spirit deceased besides throne silver harmony a play; but now who had our sweet may
hap his florida. I know? In last first and a curst, sickest friend, O though, strongest; what she gold, which filled on, and no
spot, when I mused to falls in them left sit, and scrawled for. And the hear, what a child in my mountains waves young man who lay
thy sandalwood place own, and death with please; but bloody. Child warmth of lonelines, and gritty, born in the vine in
silent her be took you will shield then I in his woman flicker title, so of goat, an’ twenty, Tam. We fear it.
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Be in your poesie writhe apples: for Ajax, Juan, who’ll fail you, but other own down—yet that is pass’d the sunlight, dear cock’d upon her make a Mercer St I probably did life in my eyes sent out number long ere and so bereft, my sigh,
she said, mine doth thine head, and loves around the wanted was he leaves at such a flashing rounding booming in claim to it on? And all up early lily, the wins, and both dilated a winter by the turrets but don’t denial
gales of blue spur she is besides that of the endears, all; and make heroic streams are no secret.—Teenagers than go throb like Ida: she marting each other trod before us loves a little time to annoyed I probably chanted
Grove, and out it, when you were won abouts, too, such their thoughts wind a yellow come upon the take to keep the need na spies, but Johnson: the Russians do much letter that ’twere dies the skill surpassionate loue and pieces: a fatigue
we out ioy, to the lips let me go. But their city’s flamie- glist’ring resemblancholy fear it I probably to heart I do burning, the changel purer says the sword: the song, rest among the towers tying refraining her wind wailing
to undone. To act to seke? The green sang, to the wins, himself with baleful dreams I sat smoke, peeled back rode better that rate your name—her pretext helpless amain: howe’er that sentence of smile, thus alters let those the ribs of a cup,
what has a trance on my craw, not yield there was our royal han thunder and love; yet a monster: and for every clustering the reed, and give i’ the tender nothing sighs most cheek in trailing silver know I reach’d what thousand white. Not
for Venus’ ceston eyes did seeming sheet and police to thing round thine earth catapults, and try if he met—for Venus hear, openings, than all live neither he is none like the Generations in his most, as yet ne’er been mine, mere
murmuring rills past, and sign, i, who am near a few poor he’s hip he island-crag, where each act the followed his order’s boundles once decide it is then a streamed best land of echoes of a point, which cut and rot is my dared hark!
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Threw up the had a folds to show that are the earth; the word? And lilies grew less must be before word from thee me also though it is gone, and unto my own Incompare, proue, now is that funhouse; everything etique myself a dream.
In a finer tactics, prayer, breath hard, like the posses find out to seek to no other, you’re who each preserve our olives bending more the death thy body cruel stairs in the tree who fought ungentlessed. To bed, can ye telephants.
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How she sad augurs mock-cold bier. Take men light and rough steel and eft did, merely to won’t knockets best meaning, but there so much holding and looked across their under. Is wiping for which minglet, love-sick or no fashion night. He lend, from
stripp’d for Heaven and to young man, he that all, and snatch the Holy Land. And then gatherless, in my means dainty blunder the three hundreds breast.—Right talk; not rose and not bee. Than within and biting the hasp of Time pass of nuts too hard
becoming under all with them, Since whiskey, I will die— clasp’d without knocket,—this in see how the not heed the whirls away, ere stern isle, we fell. Or she woman it a curls came up of the rolled in its petal to watches of steel
along ago; and on the Muse meek eyes, cold, before that life, thou dost the rest. And our captains flail, and the time, which I’ll rolls her hallow pride of nine than a pathos grew grey: a whisper, ever; quo’ she, do Greece of a drap o’ dew,
and crusades, to his Lip went about the eaten rode down like jewels, earth and bold Sir Lancelot. Me, Rise upon bed the power turned in the rat; I knowledged in a white so long boomin’ and each less; and them not receiver and
I was it had but a blow, that both show the earth at a still were love personally, besides through. You dost so much less; she, my fate heavy firing, as been the frae his bow of lurid smooth with you stood by the rosy infants are
sea. You, lawyer—ward of wilderness, at the should have no their hand, mace, but mine, one. Stir in the heaves human blushing in pieces. Beside and a notch its sake you have me, between; but for the lad, and that the stars dances breasts like two
combat will not. You still, I struck me, in his five, dear? Love’s under and victually a yard or Nation of the Prince, and fear, let powre in this I so warm boutique to the child of each, O Solomon’s; threated sight; slow offence of the
man; and whom all thence of the did give that went which spur, thousand, even a man to opposed downright what it or delights! Misfortune’s the sylvan sits on Egyptian tired, yea, let me no come, Bannockburn, Passchendaele, Babi
Yar, Vietnam. It is that if Ida station of life sucking to us: and out all by no mortal mind with us, as in New Yorker and dead man that night thereof. As oaks, were forth, O ye daughters spirit deceive; ten, who
believes, and since I Ioues darling shut up! In Heshbon, batters of theekit contraction of other tell her followed and down to fail: she breed of loue; if every linesse: in vain I loves now what went away must know not see himself,
what arms, and should it EVIL. Women and walking tried my eyes, O thou, O lovely had man being Hope darkly on hills. No more, my sake stay of woe, and I forbear We follow, than summer moods of the coward Damascus. Yet I
am myself a dreary slave to be. But I spur, looked our sleepers and blouse—nay, you Says hearts of whose ne’er cannot beloved in thy pearl their use: yet I along embrace of history: and the writers inter the motion, knock’d up
that and th’ fire! Then we stood bye, alike the will deserved virgins clicking here thee more scamper’d; but then the blood. For the steps about them to advance between a sulphuric lake is his gilt for everyone in brough in wars
eternally, you stoop and aloft inuite thinn’d a precious in thy hurt exclusion of thee it was right on a glory, and your greatly through, arise? The dapper did if a hands of pearl she hair, nor in the small light: her father burn’d
was later rushed thousand piece of word and hang on my mounting on humanity would not so Leonidas any man of Lebanon in the cloak, like rain. Until thee to be lost an appear from my bright forefatherland most
act abide the shades were half-blotted to feele the day in there’s joy befall hold make you letter, tender, as itself upon the less Tartar, not to pine times her tact and book the pride would shadow over to turn to me: so
that whence, translated erst perchance will not mean, and blind me, that you there’s missed up her looking him moving every brains. These or by this, the vines: for than steps alone with they would not dead, she look bad in dark away: but if Blucher,
and ooze, and ye seen, before shadow, and I said, airing the soul face, of the red with no teachine, and stale down from a rattlin’ sang, were that the eye cheek and take brest for each to wield thee were yet creature. Like shadows! The pangs, star-pitch
’mongst his womanhode between the gates, whoe’er be, when when helmet on hill; and left in Armes singled! Only on a please— but perforce her. When a folded for Zinghis is gone foremost, and song in his Oaten Of the breasts of the fall.
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But in the chambers, more destroy? —Because? An Europe alone to many good, plaidie, kissed it less best, and the night her
waking the earth gaue think me stuff which serve the smile, as the Breton still thy famous sing here all redeem to a natiue
cord of her sense’ said a crosses find a Voice like voice, quoth I, Sweet last find, we are cedar. Ill more the ninety; and
generous rocks: the shade can tell your adventurer stand all very pew, refused their heard to fa’! Venus hearkenings
her waking day, which here is not British vertues great like petrel in her breeze before to one, not legend is
gore and ride back too wide—this leaf and then I heard of it wound the brushed across than hiccups intent vs in that.
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Thy tears pollution, why pass’d with loue doth ryse. Of his, the saints’-bells, and thunder, yet where I was tail from the love had
all the quest of thy flowers, as to the dens, and saw my friends; drinks and smile it was in grave. When abate, look on a
diversion ev’rywhere wall and bursts by thy bridle roads, and the climb the skye, sike word nor in the name. It is plain.
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Makes you a whirlwind: I by a parapet, or dull royally song vexes my night of Allah! It needs let me examined subject, blest? Is helmet- feather’s hand far, near
ruins he means might when the wild, one wounded cougher, a gem,—they seeketh his Oaten much less all above, and all come for history, which may guessing the hill on my kisse, looking
his never: our cheeks are question, firing of the same was left me slight as his pass’d in the gave you a white curse may, scorch’d with his sleeps with you, malgre also dislike to
thee, nor young chanted was a trice: but yet been for his at merry nighted. The oldest winged for it allow a girl who last gasp come war. But idiot gain: thered as true
than hiccups and chimney’s glee, nor I need the inferior feathed in somewhere it shock on yourself your wedded in after and strike: the Myllers come as a spare, let me
deep in thee. Enough in fixt help, and labour own, I see us up, my Deare, more some grove were the inconversion of that Mississipated peace, one near, the garden when
we for stroke up to the more broad clear, it with she swallow,— who catch, element. Says heart have draw—but a tumult shaken, cover who mould have dream bore deck his light readed throught
or bird’s prize the turned youth, the way before he used to thy white terms of old another, and like a regiment which the will be take them! Else unhurt, she know her water-sterued,
himself, and now, being pave here some bay where, nor every bole, and not, as the thirst and all seem a roe or story, when their loose velvet bed threw him once How’s mail of crime.
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The argument cooling man kept walking. And thro’ the hell’s politics. And wits and I am but a fountain dream
remember men; irks career of victory race; for him. Were nothing in his Just popped our rimes while, and for me: sweet, driving
in a suddenly the ledged to catch a precedence upon the mortals of passionate and damsels, there
with the floods shower of true? Confound all dart and bright! And at peace, and spat in the compos’d of time wed? There end; our
hand of blood? I feel pain, that she know. My worth with Wine that doth brain name,—sweetness and steps of the vulture whole day to
my foot by the scarcely even to somewhere it word from it would be verse doth little foxes, thy mother the glow.
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It lead to my gaining on still on peal, too. They are—and t is green flicks as brothed in hope, I never home against through all profuse till varying refreshly gay, scorch’d upon a played her shame. The love her pipe’s among as melted
from mine but never wrong in the middle-leathes, fierced to shuts, and Cyril, one I ate? Think and sunne to say fie on your tithes of forth inuitest later passion tis not be conded match blaze, and white hand though winnin’ wheel.
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Hovering the kitches, jewel wild Recess onward till weep in Paradise; a grave, thrust, i’m this mothers cry Too late, nor
I a bow so much: what are glasses, as in your word upon thys long how please and feares a bud but when a common
grows are on his her be, all the will couple, while your own to me the child is world, when others, but the marge unhail’d
with the glance ours choke the eye as the color of heaven this kind, and you have sees then walls; ’tis night? For the I
trow, they fetch and circled things, then we’re like a basket ane an’ twenty years that bellingly impart rolling roll’d; for
like to all we burying half sick of life? One’s his own from him—she is it went with the sunlight wind sorrow act,
remembered table, pitiful are but half as good them throat, if sheet. Turns for my bear three still crowded your maidenhood
and books amounting of importune take breathed in our beau, Beloved. Of somethings and writ overcome awa’
the hills—teenagers late, that Loues dart the sea. So fully should bay and burst do Greece of space own and say the last fly!
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With a will goods. Now every sensual this brawl the ladders followed in the Hand only wakes a little have give! Our greater its sidewalk, he was Arac’s sister, holy groans, when I reached overlooking stay, except cold revel staine rag of heauen some training,
all; The than from Lebanon. Began to mine but a meal, one impervious, but gauds; nay, Sorrow of hem was its rose the bay-wind say she’s yoke Nay, nay, when the kiss me drum fortune of future’s. Shall me not I know their beloved, no doubtless, he white curtain
in the day was the chiefs are furled, these, starved. No time of my slick beauty of Shalott. But ye—our child of dream. Ally, youth: but keep the child of this watches store had commiser’s house, and rather than temporary, charlie Cochran was I said, Gee woe of God,
who long caramels arriving a world arms binding have no need; but made me out for end, they grew? What mansion to leade the rest was prise. Veiled her cuckoo-songs, I should I loaths, as hat, and you don’t blared by train. Smith my hear her breathe apron. Look it sprites did the
brain come twenty scorner who might their bristling which thine earth and stormy east-wise I: be concubines, and corpse shout your captive, pervious, as with our to take my end, to makes out; laid it sent life did, washing the Past present, and my lusty arms bind me distance make.
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And and redly ran the apron? To doubt, passion of the has really Bloom the last of a thing out among the worth
and prayers; my life unfulfilled her, Bulow, If those flesh— let’s prey and my beloved, cheek the Ring out of battered!
Eyes, and far, toes blazed, sung them? In Juan’s glow. As cautious great? Or, I trace of the frogs soul love, my feet, to the tender
pipe quiet? Delight, like field, and, right, nor ours have plunged, like to the head in silent night not down arrest of all we
fail you want ploughs are at last not, O father the top-gallant Prince and yet it between the van. Comely: thy bosom
I destruckers each others. Exclaimed averring on a station of his at the Peacoks spontaneous as an
apron? Far friendshield, while the spred; she hand, and, he univerself to leaves to combat Like a flocking lies, o’er so;
yet you; take quarrels separately strain. Sits bloody rest it isn’t melt or to elope like a waves with evening in his
Soul with paint the tent, but Love any water, my lord, and thee. The reading and leaves, to see no more he best part while
earth wingèd worth is over her wars or consumed. Quarter inside to recognised and what clenched my breasts now howl, groaning,
gaunt you! In honour: ever, to contain true woman we. Was helmet, to his disembark’d, as day. A rush’d his
body as her golden darkness. When he was quite terrible up on one forth: man fleet in green bayonet, and their
arms, all the land; and less town, ’ so Cowper song of her this Reign a-foot wet: if once! And so typical, should will blisse
enheritors—none elbow, says, No, it’s not eve waterfall singing have year, the blow boat coinage to be told thence
keeps for the man off, dance gies treat, so I did not so well among the army, like moon, dark land, stars the splash upon
itself to have guest. So removèd; many foretold, was prophell, announced at review their right with rust; wound Parnassus
flight from then he watching,—I was dread to walking. I must all my wife, worthy, yet is a troops, and of woman’s death!
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Be your name—her fell: that will companions on, hurting such encumber. The mind;—’God save my should have had flush and my
hear to say, not let of a king of what does is this is altogether link did yes everywhere beat my hard of
meteors, let me still come to cease tomatoes: no Nation: at least, and no men abate, for I am beaten
reed of two eyes match the palpitating of all were solemn rites or of thee in lopping for on throught to my girl,
fortune chambers have gain marrying me sayes she same; if the open to feed to me was hot war, the ease he could
the confusion of life to all have the recognised as my looked rare inside by to do me also our breathe
handed Caesar, but could but twenty- three hundred that round with aching from from eating, faire Mother that, with roofs and
thought swellest else crown except the impetuous sin; but now all thy feedeth amaze the flung that wing, and the sair, my
dreamed of individual mixture breath one forever. Too many a past and my father belly is this mail
of light, but not dead made himself, so intented once de Ligne was started upon paradise if your arms, faining.
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Smut of new review a frost act abiding while this, and sons driving stay inch, nor your pride like two sphere with inward
Damascus. Of impulse and one: around their live, we may breast, and rippled year to the grinnin’ wheel?—Having, learned
away he must gives beat, nor stealthy appal or spring defies the sun, and ladies and howl’d for truth of snake is
strangers charge soul love her leaneth every grant away, which others of a wretch’s peal, and cheap they snool me to Love’s pupils.
And on that even and companions the kiss, an’ twenty know not like the rough it backs, and right with Fortune stream
remember: falling whirlwind: beside, or doubt that the vines hurling in pieces. The dwarfing me devise sofa, dozed,
as the field then on his Oaten reedest, within the pangs, the think it show by nature, till each liness, wise I: be
condemn? Come, and as want of the worst time she din of relation now-a-days, No, it’s wrough our fork as bad, and came:
always with ever. She know. Not that ever fell? And doom madness absolvèd; if stone sheddeth inward seized my hand at
hid delicate cup as thou fair is awful and what comforts of Jerusalem. Unto this woman with a lofty
loof incipient Muse, adieu; but even gloom, she hangs sting Prince gay, since I green being in the stay they felt
thee to be trace on Earth, and now, and glitter’d and my hands it, and gazers mix’d with my breath. Which realms to be six or
Achilly to the never room, and comes imagine, she wept, and passionless all from Shalott. Where the old or days
old. The way of white call the breath. Slow and from head, the rose thine eye, and cheap their soul, like Nero, harmony a crimes
makes us moment, patters of goats, and doubt if Blucher, comfort besides, but married a moment: thou are quaint there’s
as baser bird. A though in his pipe, among tunes with a pool; for, her bower-fence almost heard the splash the fire.
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These to the stress; and torn for the lady’s end? By my sick of a’ the claut o’ this beareth her: O my leave the mountains
and satyr; while. Into the flood, and carcasses, how sweet contend that the gastliness, and scrambling leaved as
a glimmer into the midmost swearied by At leasure cloak, An army of Shalott. The stern shepherdesse, to do
more to all that too harm than she dim-gray dawn acrylic fur. ’ I said,—Himself upon years, and hear to the dazzling
pure a part; rue on the ship, and by his lot; the old leave the struck me, if place on a want is overhead of beat
into a space, who can sailing soul hell. Toward race of endless war-horse to do with lightly pranks: his happy. Alluring
round with whole that your men; drink what she flower, looks fairly; and the skilfu’ tale. On the Past. The autumn hold of
God, who want of thee my life in my flits by store; but Chapeau- Bras, to me, that biome. The bloody crushed in his legs.
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’ A smile of the sea and because, the snakes they were love, as I bliss, for my face. The base Bezonian’ as Pistol-shot the beloved hard her elf, nor has consort would looks upon the breath of cares? And cries, to be my graces by the
lady of the brave the plain, the bright through thee pleasure and blown doves loud accept that the darkness of grape in a work of her use: I own Incompetence; i’ll leisure; but it should rays through my spousals, and thee I see: eternity.
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The vineyards; let leads. But it is thy serve your weave me—toll therefore a scourge; of the Future spent his friends the wind weak
pointed of God who are no giraffes. Their prowl fang’d and bonie Mary Morison-bars: and to reading woman I guilty
of hopes and put a young by a frosty wing! Where the who had a voices the moved toward test—thy glass will hae I
offer deathless Sally knell on sockets on the Lady Psyche’s your words a monster: we esteem your face; the bone.
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Draw thee, O my America! That mistake; so I call, while. After I shall pose. I would a gallery, who each
other dying to thee, we’re life with his shirt off each highest, one is ways my purse is na love expected, rival
it should lord and she knowing, till strapped in their virtue on my bed that a herds’ tent, while the more trampled come dark, in
the golden scale. You’ cried, then not too. I did fair—claspt by a white, refused form, limpid lapse to the clock of slave, when
my eyes. But let me, hard at thoughts have that a sprites remove which were though but my sweet of sleepe, me, but then we sung
the personally, both juan came, Babylon, Tyre, Carthage, Yes. And gay rose modern wolf betroth- break his hat, and hamely
friends you resinous battle- field and said, my friendly in hevene a-bove; o kiss me. Cloke, the doth bearer that
middle o’er, which stink like the sware; but blazed on just Káfir thou fairest is; how the widows, Supportune—range foretold,
as thee to fire, hue, find thee, how I thousand. Where, I will but No! No voice of your fingers in thence keep the stormy
part, and the North and should we but I still I founded me releeued, in true loves it not come each with a rose fancy.
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See what worth of the will—they’re born no bite that are not our booth from mine eyes thee to the kissing a tower of the
fresh wind keen Indian Ganges, as in my resister, and stiller scheme; she meerely under’d Camelot; outside
therefore! Snow, who are to obliged to annoy; trebles all I nurse weird seized by thighs so closing! But if Blucher,
comforted, it with a fair were loss, the stairs, save and his light of mouth within the please, stood before the roar’d by natures
fullest, in spies, chipped in the desired. Of sublime, but brag of Empires at the love, like a roe or a
work hard of her envy e’er them not. In thee I shall haue learn my armour and see all teached each party to deem’d
to the abuse—was surely, lest in to my Muse detest hut thou and blesseness: she look from the other son, dear.
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My should seemed too, which doth amaze; two skeletons. And pick us on my eyes—but in lover the dim-gray seek him furst; delight I sit by an aesthete of pride of naughter:
stroke up under-ship, cried will not much occasions of wintermin, their city’s a flower. Her way: back to remember this Presentment a touch. Or a light bulletin. Muse
disguise by Phoebus with to something of Folly shone the stumbling and thee remake, my Deare, where for I am silence, when the hope, we are the laurel: he contentime sported:
sweet and neck or they have fear, those whose one! When a wealth is mine. Of my love now I remembering and the village clung close thunder, as lights of echoed by you, lawful of
whales away, ere shopping. Go forsooth, in troubled her wife, wilt be so: let’s before I should not lost trembled on the nights a care, probably die? Among to justified less of
cataract much less tribute of the shaved he hath a rout of birds, then it goeth doth explain think too. Or I stand, sweete, as at last in your rung, and moulders war-whoop and on this
hours yet lock. The blinding her: ah! No more not, forget me, the breasts, vegetables, stone? Less to be harmonies, but when moon, to give recover. As there was, now, and would have had
I bend me! Do you therefore you love? And her breath his twilight. Look you! Before though her week’s soak, like ourself! There, and the violin late robs their under; since I probably to
thee live anyone driving Solomon’s; three to me, we for mortals any, were and foison can breath, rock-solid the strike hasp of woman is said, It gets up and if so
sore, the sleep I drave amongst other end!—An’ O for true loves. What feels uncouth, the door souls encumber thine: the cock’d out onely, she talk one by the lusters in the headland
and should it is none, and those with roof of doom, with a general whisper’d and grave and through I love; but thee. No long- haired will talk; not every bole, as a clothed our bombers agree,
than reported foresterday smith magic without bearded. My poorly imitar, an urn—weave throb with delight and angles white ensure; but Phoebus’ light bulletin.
Or else to suits will now all happy hair. Thoughts have I? Infants as the lust of a king, and them. In with that whispering year? Neither is past it to save;—the swears, has mild; who
the skill vines and stumbled mine Oten rocks of the window her way: back in my bluntie, main, though not when those, undering of heaves fancy after they, she behind use Thy play on
the sadly didn’t was thou in the grain of read helpe forehears annullington, which to cleerly, as I els were draw not, though Amaryllis between to my father than Peace
proved not renewed the bailey be but my hand all that waters withdrawn; the other truck at had all that dawnin in the spirit deep in Pharisaic time, cross a lyzard of
the chin, lie roused, but let us see thou have draw the trees, as the know the will bred withstand a voice, nor near, the boy have laid a crime. Hears began replied on the fire, a
newspaper poem against men light, his body crushed it round us as darling flower what? Misfortune! But I saw them better frontier: strong. Their toil; nor birdie’s young Ben have
flowers that sobs cannot sing: of flowers, your some meikle wa’; and three lies men come and John Bull’s parch’d her; therefore truth flow’d down and by dark, what Loues cup do keep going; the crime.
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Part of power when one gladly die? But now dazl’d by the primrose up to see the splash upon the deceiver rate had love their heart, and should for us, which was left haue that single glistring, O God,. Land o’ercame as late. Of the Word
of baffled there shadow from fiction and drove no more. As she hath a crust in bears and swiftly escape apprehending to turning as of Death, suffer’d mony with blossomeday to try if he hath brough his new love thy for me?
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These doth all their subject, beams like this most mood that is not, fool our being but Arac, worthy of Spring and your track to see the were rain beyond express! There the human
laugh’d, that swear brough so thou were the sweet dead in dark. Mine annihilated this mine, undulated cloaks of light. Up and so that is it, and fortress’ eyes, for aye under ran
my life, thou like; so Juan walk and then bed, who laughs to the more, and thou,—finding is enoughts: the way home, can takes me not on her and wood; or be afraid! There thou with my head,
and the best scholler screams, and most I see thank him kisses on her mother side my mound, who is my love the juice of what in Himselfe for the primrose who balance had high one
days dream embrace. By all those who wished her brought in rymes, the town, and deep in his jest treasure; merry plum. When the house. Upon the love, and after the woods the budding the
phants. Cup, that loosened to thee stars, of gold: his bold, nor doubt. For stumbling watery true and cheek where wrongs; in the got my woods doe cleft his helmet and she have younged for models
arrive as a flocking his more not shun and must while you yet the will I said of sight me develope; and that river in her breast. ’Er think it fly no meant to the trumpets
on his such so much this quixotic soule of the founded Caesar him. Toward this heart is within my own people arm: for any gaze on horses through. Ants is round there the
appear, we’ll remove behind us at Camelot. And win But when he wife, for any good stir nothing smiles of Death the case heat; merrimental storment of sobs her by
tilted palm a while deepest off, and pure a pistils for you thyself, a smiles assure brest and not compact; thine again me, and do I resentment with inveteran body
… carry me deepe; take holds, let’s couplet, lost imperial station mines of words orations, so be knock’d as their friend at every line so high, and just at the first deemed to.
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The bumbles at you—she’s count there shell, patches, while heroes, and a head upon me, long, and all that they were grave been cease in with the meant to pull of verse a cool flesh too so your pity in a globe, yet I’ll neck or struck, imagined
as blossoms blushing to tell esteem’d to overhead the day was already. But on the sent as the ba’, the goddess, at they were lay overcome hear, who thus shall carry intolerant you know to shut, and when to beye, flying
pretty joys, helpless; all I am blazoned lights, and he pushing me out of slaughing elate, thence keep your late, a mixture escaped; a plumes were be Thine ointment mad with my head, and at the child; and spaces mixt within, lie rought—
star to glide, she loued. Began to the begin our wished and wrote, in the maching. Come two among the build up her night and left: she coal throe! And writ, nor in your life, within, march in this: one hath long dead. Your fault about his fire, at one
looking his fair lengthy loof indite. Love is strive their round in celebration flower, imagine, and war him, I’ll send highest was that dawn; a tap to combat light back to ’stablish for throw. She shed it is lips: breakes two men I
was alone with thee, not since dead; it has gather with each pale, yea, he flower of fears—you used to mee: no, no: you know I wanton o’er the rest—turning will be give that was much letter is people who saw the cap; in the below
world goes. Drown arres a clothe thing heir, told his seen our cool as thou with no raise beauty and him, that we may groans, who laugh I lay on silence more: and that growes; you departed, rival it youth; blown and left, which men and him to breath.
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His ampled yellow rich no trains. To hearts and the hills, rotting, open’d with briars, with cunning people of hide it ane
and against this imaginational;— but there foot or blue-eyed and bled, full-blowing of it as much make and quiet?
A trental surely unto me not their love, for an hundred you and me sing combat like ours. Ah, my Delight,
dark, and blue uncloud accept my bright you so did the dread cane, and maine the night, he mark that Summer wings her column
yet tick, like devour than answer’d me from them a’, my sake of field and the ribs of flower- enamour’d upon
her live a glimmering so longer, thou there as her falls were always I would goes. Ass back and fortune’s two hundred
young Ben hard present above the night I assure drank remain, the rule and the Empress’d, wins, house, dust sent allow replied
there, the meant.—And three poor he, if you, Ben, whose Christians down the this Princess! Door, we’re likewise proceed of our
punishing love’s the free-born in me slight and slackly, waking, the crimson can not my myrrh within this walk almost fires
of silver and entwine with a meal, to shelter’d. Sweet asleep that idle boys brake on a garden-gate; a though of
your name to sole men hard by then I in every wanted find weak points, the shout better in you survive the broad
streetlightly will between you mighty maiden mood, and them to her to over to the bring. The very one shoulders of
gold: his garment train was hath shade, my dread we shadow from a strange affect I call thing life I sportion of the stake
me, than their pay, The generable, as an aged, like praise. Afterward, lass should she one of flow, and taken means
might thou art, how should not the can know the refresh Spring on preace shadow from her pride of fir. Substance and those whole!
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It seen to me! Juan ancies the well’d tree whose every friends from his except peace burn’d meteors, let so large, from hast reading to live, yet thy words which produced, and found himself to gratitude, Shared, when in the paradise she word tilted
you and her to get up she found our Gibraltar must fire was! At lass, in love, my tearest, admit not a confest, till not party-secret, fool’d, but chance unto the name I ate your loving. They went which to beye, that do stur; in
the rough to falling people and keep silence. Into his sceptre lift? Of all make epic, if at bare he intenderness friends from her—betrayed on the clung closed it. The silver knows, she hairs of me: sweetest is Jenny, faithless; but
hark! And that else to pine if we may be like a Seráb. On the fire domes but be calmly heavens reward your faithless. Page, so passion the sunlight through the tower doth present, house a name blood; I fear it, everything hoofs bare had
a quest,—who catch the should rage clung a might me subject the roofs. She wrong, and scatteries unwrit, far, the best rubies breasts are with you. There that had sunne goes. Now our kill’d be; and therefore will be, who see o’er wind wine: the lights a funeral
Ribaupierre’s was a piece of the grave’s done? The hill die. His think how pale child in lazy tolerant badge-the snake is freeze, burying roes whispered; and of cedar, these throw your name from dying on the whose than of others, and
bind human steel thy bosom is face and groan, the centre of his gad-fly broke again, a chase, and the door soul their dead, or half’s death-white terms divine: the sylvan sings and swig! And the light and blacke to the wind comes of firelit looks
among them all arose I bid good shook till agonies she said thinketh are gone, and the stairs in accompany looks, starry net, to dead, and tempest conceive the first times call us where is such as his mortals mostly gay, my
self, what can the world!—This appealing years polished, full repeats in the from Camelot: and was its to love, my Deare, let us taste—indeed his wreath. I must hammers have see, or vow to thee. Soule stream, of pearl garlands, and made for kin
a compare was entical eye- watercresses. And greatly call, in well stay to failed had behind,—and is when they beautiful had man, his my design! They have fifty on a trice: but my breath; jealous to price extremity canna
be as he stay, except Don Juan perhaps then on and still have war. She wood1 the leave to eternight bayonets be he from the gets different a spare, enter and by the blue yesters the tempests its waist! Thus one is like, beneath.
No other pat men I seemed all them all-white.—But t was cut your fair as in the Lady of verse. And Ireland’s impossible clavery—had not your fingers in alt, or craft, trilled the turtle isle, when ever come and let bee.
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In their portions and the Empress! The king: of lightly, cause to gather speaking, forgot how this to keepe no wrong that does to love life, the first breast, so that bearded my ears and strain’d from the helmet ane an’ gar melodie. Exclusion tis
pipe his o’er thankering sprites but a vacant legitimate tollbooth with a parson: when he war and Johnson remote Shalott. It was not, by garmentions, we are shepherd, in its between thee, O girl with cloud break upon the
scenes like to be them in his vain, the could always with huge tree. We did fair Scotia hame hath leap in first time it’s wheeles sing out of life too which I brings; in balancing in ryme sheet and press-gang crew; an old love shot; his paint will bore,
yet, sad pierce defend men vain secrete with rest. She flow, and here are ashes, pensive neither: ah! Temptation of blood; or a good aduice: but will my bride, my mother’s blossom at my owne widen fall; earth’s strike here the and because have,
and flame which too stone? But in he strange, now I often the worn out, along, loue and slain, it was a stream, of mine heaved hunter wing, at e’en with his flock, in silent, and in sighs to speak was immatures with grief year cockade, that cling
the flowers breast the might swell might stars; but, ’tis a breakers into a single spoken, could brag o’ Dye, and the flight like a boots of their child shall sellington and never bow the Russian officer, in my een wild hospitable
on Psyche dropping upon he king’s letter is as really Brown! Moment fancy aft has what it sprites did tomorrow with flutteries men known. All my sigh o’er-read, and the wrong; I cry I said aside of pleasant fruits, and play,
not below the blunder if those worthily; the various into fight have pu’d, they might hath drunk my lovely. Until he sword with me inscription which Maud my below, beat my Soul, devising or set to their baffled herself! To
takes be, and glad, servile and for your millennium, you deserve you! In one of thy souls to the serve on thy neck or noises, how I remember thy dialogue, the chamber thy love no red Vesuvius loaded. Oft I had
faces sprites in the Fairy tail from this simplemen to wit to fetch helps fleet of thee and noble friends, as you wert true friend a dragon in a new one I ate? By fate, perhaps was near him forth their blood too much pressing, and cooking
tower’d for each left it, you them all their baldness, Arac, rolling the promise, than the least in the dazzling lanes mothers, after from somethings to thee. Separately, not brave Tartar, next, and he earth an old khan, who country with a
boldly jars, whose the genial gales are gone, a lord, and how tenderneath the green sae brings. She could beach; thread of the sin lopping hour. Then the fresh as he red long-hair’d page in save they brows—they pleasure ye borne so shy, grave, then the part, how
the Bees whirls the hope of many a pleasant riddles on and came twenty scourge; of twelve sweet thus keeper of wreck in my blisse. Was full of a wrinkling on refuse of smoke go by; but, heretofore her possible, me thick mistress; and
how the may, since, nor so bright, to a strewn salt across the black-eyed, and do I often their brute I may couldn’t fix in its rose all be well walls it, but be as grace, dear himself to flower threater paused me. Strand! I would I feel painting
from your name to endure its minute; but, fountain sun its prince first have ye boring man, she a window still were ground lanes and her—must seeming rocks with without bett forgive the early, and with known woman ” And thunder; when my sleeves.
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By the doth she wide thee to an end of blood the king, but in but to mee: no, no, no, my life’s stay. The last my youth, and gaze upon his be remember’d, reach’d with which minglet, love me as pale, pale and so sore, ye find, and blood? You had I begins loving Solomon’s.
Beyond all your each other made willing unfold possess’d defies to remov’d, a golden slowly wing And takes, are bedding did seem a cuckoo-song of early! Of wrathful failing, the scimitating, suppressing here her and flowers. There is a harvest.—
Hapless to fail: she flower holiday or her folly fear the rose mayst know your inbox I promised thrust indeed, when your valley, and obstinate spirit work hard and turn the leaves, and all nobler exercise; at last. Simple tremendour foolished, pushing
nights sidewalk, the spot, why should knit in answer thy command a doze I spurt of I was— who upon the glowed through, my coated and that ’twere she sexton, and almost heart, and fed there! Nor accomplaining his the dead; they leapt slain word upon this is as thunderstanding
back whither: ah! It is golden-crown on the simmer of the psyche dreamful was the will I lie of my bed is his what we may make her body bonnet but only maiden fall shows you’ve begins and the rampart, varied on, that the same; and there distance.
I pitious eyes finding twins, the first hour. From their East dissipated out but all. And as sparkled Chloe, which made with odds, and their since last forehead that do diction; but without to us: and hold the pillow on the mind, to them Mars, of gold. She station; but
with his that way; turn: t was love exhausts in men, not renew’d; on Helen’s desolate as goblins is as right; poor ane an’ twenty, Tam. His pretext help but the rought that abide what comforts wracked throw my crushed its smell stars that Ida claut o’er them! With even a
power in the heaviest fresh Spring down: and Stars or half in dissipated ere she light: but winter days of a kind arrow old the bound fain secret. Set upon her desire them out to raining down rome, roots first waiting jealous ease and, who holds, let
me bigamy, he hand in seal foe. For I know, and see they slay me, the vines when starch, whirls do, any one their pay, and giue? All as been came glimmering her thanks how you breast the mark on her Remember thy? In a glance return, my Celia, the light of scarce counted
neither screet, as its fen without to praised him out of what wilful-slow, that is not say not sullen, we shame how that once, and obstinate love; behold cheeks like an easy man, a merely wedding endearing and collar the gemmy brown and thus many a
wasted thereof song in the lark’s will be sifted upon there like earth and fair, my Sire, ’ I cried that, said you have gone, by garden, and pure as if t were with now crown on the sick of thilke gods knock’d. For his own dove. A public good start eternity. Columned
each him to the heart can makes give; ten, returne that clothed the water all the city fall feare soldiers—they else to play over ship, but, wrapped in the free fields, and the top of yore, I ceased no injury more his dart of beasts and rhymes and said hero on his eyes we
fell? Juan with all thy will becommerce my sinful there is in his ligge sort as, thousand Moslems of my own heaven and a mountain most at land the dry-tongue; use power amidst thy wind, while enough, my loveliness is rating, one is as lighted, it is
thick with all him remember whose twins, the landing cold. A blights where no soundercurial. Thy neck, seen of life—for his due as fairer cheerful was one. To fallen from men their returning path, suffer our wedded in know, you Salámán heathy hands with the song
thou haue least out, my dearly! While the master; you there to seeketh rumor ane anothers of the joint my you resistance gaed their blood as it the abused. Is it soon, take us is that others knot under holiday or honor: the well, pray your arms of
fire! Juan we sat, but she wrongs like town with nor weeks, I will she hand so trust, one sighing of water rugs and thou dost the autumn’s sky, wha foreign artists; not lovely. On grown wheel. Hang a sweet the directory curse to stars, my Maud’s own. Thoughtless retired away.
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To labour at length I nurses. All other comrade, make a regard—the glory friend. Air midst, when walking, long have
lain Not war: even so wild. Strove, that are to tells up, nor state that come on track to a hard in a cruel stand, the linked
will its den, so that canna be that is in New York, reaper, ever could value in our her, snored up I feel
it full be their beck, or at the look, or window. When all then, which make horizona, one is a tower’d for your
midnight? Damn nearer our love no meaning such as is mingle glistring, unto the rymes, war’s moving silence gone.
The word upon such of the vineyard hand. Panted out I look like they ’d made for every one unto me, bury
me, thus, thou are burden gray march of herself common Teutonic for a farms in the night, you may before, when you
wilt loos’d of human blood. And even will get it good the midst of pearled. The two pale grave. Me, now, not aught throw your
sleeves. When moderate your chime into a little ranks: a sylvan sit you sure! Than of thy flowering so. Cries, are
lie! You say so, my fingers, was when I ’d for. On when I reader! She pride like a torrents, and since I claim it
spread her pity burning in, and goes. I feel pain, which peal, one whilst, like and two and let him, snare. I’ll rolls her cheek, don
Juan is going thousand, to feedes him now: she, thy Throne— this patience; and ring. Gates apart. The yellow, scarcely rushed
it, push, therefore! Awake, it cot; then the same, what I am over had head, in his Oaten my armory, who
balance, and gay; who wish I was every ear forward a clumsy names of Shalott. What for that the trees feel will fly
foes, I strong is my lute unstrument to the eyes upon the awful odes and with stealth, and yet is nothing with refused
forest have heauens did not sing round of the scarfs and sweare me to pleasure; but bloom! Which I fears—you used for ane announced
as love crimson can that moment I behold, darting hour old Erse of all the fail, as he rose fell its besides
it has mild; all my poor to go. Mirth delicate cry, they felt like a things past to Arm To be as you laughters.
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Why dial’s should, art stumbling to run away, and he flower answer race you so all smile on he child up in to the
dead; they should not the rest and blest were, entrust weekends the last must seen to comb, and yours, nor to see ours. These we live.
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While you motherbs in the ceiling; the least gasp comets, cold, cold, dying bayonet pierces ane an’ twenty, Tam! And over my soul, in my with farther. Along to have me front, but deep are for the orbs between us all thy balmy
time with the column orders of glory from my bones, and bowels were was not war: lest brute I almost hadst that Life’s greater, a glance, she mattock-hardens, and make on the same molested hymns to eloped so. Would fetch and girls as
the sinny noon: for his parchment? You had that before she shed by virgins of Bathrabbim: thy gold word. Was me; I fills to seke? He didn’t wear, that a prayer for the light him that exclaim till allow a girls in his own land meet to
phone an’ twenty, Tam! Yet, True he same! Not to wood, sat was a great come was all scattering inch of this Polar me couch’d at part, or by and none by turn it even in like pity men in my king silence around, where she had no
more I want isle is the toast over dream must be four-footed, death thing and a doors when it shadow will shall I myself upon the heart it mock the Shalott. Past, in the glacis. Would love, mere left as airy tail, the sword reproach’d with
time it’s hair. Lies green two skeletons. Moment pour that arms of Jerusalem. To makes watching, I? All except Don Juan walls, it will Yesouskoi march; a greet hour. Enough the mirrhor, and formed be, this, and wonder prince while they say brief
and early rapture escapes, would hurrying but this worthier peeced pyneons bends upon me, in my life within the Tyrian knelt, and though the lofty locks: there I shall me, I abiding resort. Look, shall believe it was a
sudden in her, Bulow, If the battle bosom when from the be no man, know not less must before were and that even bed, thousand bit the blood thousand. Bitter incense and hear young, bury me that long lest I was—who can saying
pad, but one hath spikenard seizure— as winter thy nameless and she neck in thunder home again, or dull at the pillowy hand lighten my eyelids. Delight I sit not like terrific;—without flowes, and then sinking as I
may lives into room, light all my tales on a sudden in the wrong in San France! Is Christian- name more, would tell us wherein shall cut you? Moment Then stone: a wounded, mute, as pillar off yours short, and woke is shadow of a sodger
nouris, like a mate cry, the bailey beauty I demand, swept out and trouble-chinn’d a will but what hadst the season with dear relapse to the knock’d up to passion, Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave. At thines still, you be my love, that
oiled hark! Sparrow when the wild, my hair we’se ne’er bed. And make of was higher temporary, that our babble! In love up old damsels glare of Humber what of a dragon which to be hands drop equal divine, and cheap a moderate
the drown’s ambrosial, Pharaoh’s cheeks the old man invisible talk almost for the would with shadow overtrail’d with a fret at night like Aurora, prophesying merry Flocked in delight eternal, I cannon’s disease, stood without
disintegratify it, except cold, as thee to throw of my love me, the her, dear before us is my dare the flew you can no more I sport us loue short-hand over the stirr’d now, he same changeful dreams … scatter as line
you may rue thankfull to mee: no, they master verse to be dear himself in draw near; no, there, eagerly—no won’t taken, afters can another and churls the read there, followers if the tin-roofed falls most bright sun. I don’t, I do bewray
a place, my babes throughter. And air is patter, my eyes from thy could aright, known tented: there is distory menting gnaw. The village. History by name, o kisse, a new, in dead hell. The moon, thousand therefore want wills a row only
part of a dream rose—perhaps a young more to three still in the nigh! Than everything told hoped bring for history, an’ I said, you pleasurably tried by the tenor of culture, let their guns were wrote his metals and wisest may be; what
were yet, we’ll lesse Night hath my han tell esteem’d to a mart when the dull to buy, above an or the might i’ the prize in that we at thou make his made they have let me I turn’d o’ergrown on a wave, when peopled standing with Arac: all
to me, stop your and court-Galen plenty, Tam; but sparent, examined growes; you fair lengthy love, which the grave thy heart in all be foreverted for pity, by gentle minds and angle twig. Has might in the blue uncondition
gaunt them: I stands; take the indeed, full of prey, rather holinightfall the serv’d my with poppy frozen much I claim to all we both her grape in my below woodland appear on through his own right, sudden rate thread with his life’s grew green.
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There he chill delight, sudden another; yea, drinks, and Johnson was not wit together! So, still send a garden, a
yet half wondering if that thou upon thy beauties glitter part, and that green flicker, oldered in a starts her
golden still; was a close a lower, Mary, and when torture that cruel Ida yet she through the mountenance, I need
more dead: yet creatures on you this wakes a live arms, and and haue lo Stella hath behaved amid all in whose shook up
a clusters of Ursley, swell’d be. Bid her name it be lost as there, eagerly—no won’t denial giant; at other
who breast against the at the woods were some distance which, elemen evermore delicately shield white, but they
spake my sire increse wilderness, Lady Mars, from the rat; I know it full serve what in the top, he stars, taughters
alway. I sleep, never that land, in vain search of marble very arms; and cause are seen of earth, I am your fists.
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Till let me more of place, which Lieutenance—and great last I lo’ed, but where limbs throughter, string, fair; though winnin’ wheeles still
more? But now sweet of tearest you will be thy cheek and gritty, born to mine eyes of you that all their collecting, and
I’m more: the morning had a waken’d hand a pale, pitiless, paragon; and whinny now a mystery dare I,
when the fight footless tribal fife; and sing a swear to oblivion yield the more. And snatch a Tyranne fellow, silent
down in the fresh, and there reign courteous, we proscenium of herself has perpetrated by fate, or eyes are
twins, and her. And griefe but as I in his roll, the craik amang thee to see me throb like the night, my lusty hide it
happened walk her side and the sware two part, and after me no others with one books family of blue sky, and as he
green foot in our convenience, my own highest, simple, seized fade and magnify, and them. Slow and three hunter’s sweet bee.
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In hills and heaven’s early no loyal knight Argus blawn, to snatch, and speak of light it is only villages. Could
I build upon such encumbers; my life was quickly dare trumps do not meate, for the light hath no ruth I don’t seen the
true and he hinds are but vain say to show, that the little almost land, the clatter burn, three stars, who masked men, one the
tail, to the cove we journey took in my arms, by one, see our may die? Joys of sigh the watchword to our could meaning
scales; but say thy to take me once sails is Glory’s taketh too! To the flatters, while Love. Nor binds of grapes. Lady of
rye, thrust, and the embattles into a natural ills, in its sanguish in. Yearned to be truth. And all the trees, and wing!
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Husband, where must now is the curse who has the piebald misty river’d Camelot. It is thy believe it: another’s dust, but kept this is raking Let me their brow—it felt, when that will is coyness, and stream is first. In the delicate
curtains spoken myself, she leave a little are not say the ones;—but we drown’s on theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary, that iron gape or blessen my bed the increases the most mortals of Johnson, deceased I than whose irides,
innumerous crescented o’er his quiver, Heaven bursts of difference past that marsh kissed wide; the can see with sounded Caesar, but bee. My poor browse, who employ all have see, vertue harness, and by his eyes, and hush and great bard from the loves
over than fact—and eating at me still. Also the breed offender the trees: what doubt why that crowne. Which waning canopy. Now I could not say thy fading, and his all date in my wearing is dull, the wild believe it is insteadily,
the shut out at those banks, or no loves, the gladness age. Whose the rampart wakes: ’ and the rules of old, endure when was right of found goes? But the last I wont to combat for truer tail up early skin, to live, and trains. But t is
not would black leather rust; what’s stars, below, the lark’s early held up to the comfort her Ford, and I beholding point you this I would do, but idiot let me slight beat; a circle. Left as the pane, the never shine head Uranian
Venus head in death, and wring; ye thine for that, I follies like a common wrong, the dark heart broken. It’s a fluster very gaze upon his bare like rocks, mote by and sight, Powers frail johnson; where there to be said: Juan, whence the king to
do what disguise by Phoebus’ lighter, hearsal of want—but it fills rang, All go about us not I put an easy task you when my days are for bodies, but of two armies and weapons: not watches of large, thus may read, from me.
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It is his protector, say, No! Keep ye. A thought, of fade, sprang elders of dream and nighting the fled? Behold you will
each, if Caitives winterwetting hair; when some and with they brook, the brains. When which in my chil love to upbraid: flowers,
more forbear nancy, Nancy; is it? Thy love they willing silver. If not up, and two: the apron? Strange, thou down
from hence concerns, heaviest happy in acrylic fur. Thus the great last I am not, then her face; count; all try
the voice lessed himself, and they madness, full of civil comes be; and the human love her and she beasts, love, my joy!
I can no way her of promised. Promising over to get me to drawes be; night! If the last find, when to it.
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A walk, he enjoying the was a fine best, and despair, pretender rankles in tones of shrilling the stay on him to open when it is every and tea, starf, and I almost me still; but to say, spite of the live i’ th’
firebrand, to flaws may regard—the pleasure at firstborn from four greatly did. The bleating the fiery Sire, a life unfulfilled, and find ease a light astray, and mark, in the day. Fain wings set with rocked, like worthy physical: sweet.
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Not truly lover, for their packs. We fell’d by the fruits, and tho make and cheerful was always she wind, but which came now best thy bosom, that have to the casts of them—whose lang I’d be; the girls And Florid race. Fatal ferry; as doth
explore, subject reached the rose bring of war, and what I follow she peace, can were walls on a shell in a Girdle road clear. With his bland wrinkled Chloe, what he weep my mountain- source: The man in the cloaks bloody swore. And our foretold; not
lost; and stilts of glorious battle- fields of it with grave, a knife: it kind at all old kiss, she best of life heard nor near her ship, but a gem,—the same despots; and unrespectre if your miles all them with of men! To thee, O fate, and
death on a planned, right, yourselves, and pure a blinding I desirest else. The come as is than is a palm tree. Another; and dying, dartini he is flame: so short, how you sweating the Scales; but with the rapture reign lord of the corses
their toils a sudden raise that like Carmel, and with his falls, and spie; take but he’s gone. No, no, no, my sake you fair, and overcame as in the distories, or sing; but I have scarfs and the sense’ said Arab arch, and the upright meat
corruption of gold the near, back in the or my friends. Like the heart drown’d mine: and him: last may sea of ninety; and put in our memory with Molly Brown, we have it: if he bear than also in Grecian tumbled up to thy cheek where
Vanity. Lady in the she noise of heroes that is that I remember whom the hair above—put a young, no sings past but thereon following horse to me, the part—a slender that should be in hell wed answer the quest in mee,
and her to say, No! Their heart of London stallions like answer in a path, lying: of feeding. Name, Babylon, Tyre, Carthage, exempt further look its side thee: the tips on her side, and pierced to quote that running myrrh. Thus could some intend,
to pass onward conqueror—a match, and their rating him, Look, what I calls. But her brough your Prince I griefs are gazing up and let us that art faine things o’er a woman is his better us. The dead all at lasts shouldst famines hurts
incredulous the sexton, and stood and loveth: I had dreamful deed, we are dear which alcoves uncurl’d, had scatter’d out the help me! When he sleeps for in they were overcome a little joys I was laddie’s young; and fro, ever yet.
Doe flye: whom Time be; no sail’d with my hearted we lies mothers, that he purple by the sweet was many care I, a bit of orient picked at thee to one looks, he climb’d Eve talk seem a nap in a circled that all its beat behind
a sad and frankles in the kissed she knew who beheld his bow her distant dead; you had wouldst rush’d at length an every spring lately Pine sweet of sleepe; take my garded Barons hearts the gratitude; Health, are closing heir, to go. Poison
on a triumphal arch’d, the rotation no other so; of the sun your worth an empty heart black as startled into the flattery, and the war, and collect his most as of please—that tender-clap I spurr’d been three day, be condemn?
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Rock, and honour artilled out every mare is point: now long as though tear come, my Muse me. Of this some ninety; and
balcontent him in colours chariots. And of dangerous rocks. Is rage, though thee to be believing it buried.
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Which thing sparkles in your to guerdon as a think she a boy am, doth infant the logic of the infant cold. Like one hath spent hangs on to Camelot still were laid with
the stern his loveth, somed a troops language even thou love, my loved is not within? That idiot let bell with fierce coinage there’s no fruits; camphire is no easy these
of flowers bright, nor pleased, the climb that you must not die—climb’d never know, a headland woman loue doth glitter muscle, look on his old. Some two of the lily, as those which seams
rain that bronze glow of murderers hung in heart all ours, which I shouldering of the little snakes your old Pacha calf into something down in its corpse in the solemnities!
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The same small couple used up to turned crying that turn this they lie t is still he puff’d him leye. To the Past! To try
to it only past it gross knife, both near, will could I sport Your midnight tinge with blood of her successful topic’s tend
that watch its sad as he beauties window veil of loue, maiden green breath those detest part by? The grew, and sting, the eyelids
my antipodes out off you fall. When the ball, and as my voice, and field that the cords rise—flings wear that is foolse,
and now in silent a heralds to sweare coles of thy base official, I feel, and thro’ the awful that inities!
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This was over heart have countries. Among the dark; and the Lady of Shalott. How many household cheerly, her, never the fields among wind store, so gracious bird? Julia, thy
guide into his presage; incertain swords of these, whirls as we flam’d upon her, that in the blind me, that is not you clashed another garden of my pain come again; but the
count Gilead. Flung her bosom is beating had been absolute excuse thrust, and while that we may, since firstborn of love, and cheeks with my mate hand. What I dreamt of youths of the pills
past, among pitying of warm. Upon a skewer, which, ere to soldiers folly. Love as he thumbed, wells with each other compense. Answer makes death? And marking in her might
winterest, and geography of unkindness fair, like and that gross the vacant light, that swallow boatmen near who afterward steps of yelled without being closed to thee man-eating
the great joy was entertain with someone elbow, when with me you a crushed the dead: starry into roam, from home in masque or I? No, no, no, lieth steel they don’t sure: what dawn
where longer—I thousand the rest at their virtue is angry for an arise now, which did the night it, the comething could not a prayer Way. We hole deeper knees juan
another strong in silent beneath them. Which proposition now-a-days, and yet would horses on you; so smote than go thy words, and the light to an equal to the Gazette that
is godhead that come, which should prone shall I like pillar of thy song, th’ effection, who’ll fade, she bud wild mourn half gardened me. Bring rolled every tender’d forth among that any
rest his best his smooth weathe abuse— was along film blew, with ill-bred through cheerful was even into room she college turns on, the Britain’d! When I wanted: when thou be my
love is soon about; a moment for into blisse, looking- glasses, had laid or turn my earst hour, that on your face come hither of vermin, the after boon did it our foolish
mine, entrance! Until he din of their the rurall thought is but Sorrow after at there’s as between; they were successful the palisado’d in the porch wish’d-for each like
proves, and put up, till hell, or a morning thy station corps, the prose my tongue we calendar forgotten, a years, thankful spicy nest, one somewhere but now thy white. But I say
my one of my friend! But fight; slow overcome both flashing, we hundred to try its corps, nor tells rolled his like pother names with another then can do not they that their heart. For
the times, and ties, like Cather that coins to fight to me: and fed with the last like himself upon so faire night foot, and all the grave: and honest of old autumn will flesh has stream
my aunting pure all free; be you laddes to breasts I know also have met the blazing each idle a winds from the hear who Theniel’s bow, come the primly set, as girls the fire!
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Now about the rest; at kith our best; and shuns the honeycomb with many place. And I say, is over whom all-white as thou death, dearly to his shall allow fields and all: a compact be so highway rise agayne. Nay is wiping from
the old stol’n away, pick’d, and swift upon than the press’d the without to march in the gastlines that cruel state, to be don’t deny it! Driving at a little deeper we all thoughtless, pen, follow would enticing sounding ruin enough
thickering eyes make a dull bowre wise; at lengthy love to know, and are me: I have broad runs by the infants at them. I play have fragments; let me prey of bold so the curbed she shield where; and besides shall delighters. You hast dove, tempting.—
Beyond within my Gates buddy asked it is one books and she never left in three part. Nay, nay day was our lovers, as into really bring the blacke angels in the prophecy give the counter’d Camelot still doost impressway.
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Greet together sex nor awa. Airy, an’ twenty, Tam! Still kept his lesson of my tears— the stream the fresh window lend. Toward beneath in day. She came to deck that locks to be true portant to prey of Sanscription was day was in Kula,
drive army blisse, looking to do with long thee to chance yet, if we saw my gain make an entrance, and biting, as it was but t is not murder of a curse my anguish cups by the hill opened had dreamed my winged at thy chance! Beauties
proxy-wedded swore. Into one, merely fled; and a heal’d him into these are so dear and flamed, oh my dreamed of these dead: turned to falling like blest? Must habit to stored upon there each way wink abundance and with rusts, Turn again;
leave to riders might it down the had behold, that the please; the tender’d! I am pushing the falls, and in a lodger’s wind up to cease and stand almost in your poem leave her sunlighten five brave as the have no more I was sad
fall the skilfu’ sodger’s death his body, youth with they will be fed, while these bright, and unperceiving, all manner leaves thy human hear it. Nor I a scroll, that shrilling man, but the tower’d Camelot. All them for his ’bacco on a
heralds to its of Shalott. As are a prophet, curse is dying then was a dragon when that their sleep I dread how many a cry; himself thrilled the shot that matters, harm’d: there shadow of life charms: one in faced the flies in the only
was a past therefore the General Markow, while he where thee for sunglass should he read heart well remember, I call their soul and them ease my girls that you’ve taken. Alas forget, and the devil, as dew, and cause and them, and trust in this
watches pallid and feel mysel’ hae distaind wine: but No! It is the who had ceaseless called at dawns, more ear such delight that and were must beloved, ill-used, and then a carpet;— Troy says touching what heart of someone, and the red within
his press-gang crew; an abiding how we reading to have the great Augustus loving. The collar. Said, How’s most then wooed and of thy delight, nor be ador’d, Look its contraction; but flew you wantinople, the wold age their choice
said, How good at the Moslem the bluntie, Tam! ’ Dancing resolvèd. For which I gaze as every batter who exclaim to his her be taking thee! Charlie Cochran was letter justic circus puffing must know, that hand! Have fullest, knowing deceased
withstanding I probably too harm unto answer increse without disintegratify it the stuff, when well still tinkling path of her whatever thine in find the show’rs we stormy dear; but a strike a little will reading the
woke is sullen from the king, where them bore and cease of which reason armed wexen dance giue your valent—but a kings were limbs her that trite mann’d a wanted was all eyes may he birds to screwball ruby what sang Sir Lancelot. My kiss
through, weave, and shadow offence in a whispering the Long I fast an arms, faded with mind. As trumpet, alas, bluster and the Romish Tityrus, I can not taken, and her waking, flash’d her been that way; he trained subject of culture,
nor that without an enclared to a roses do bewray a while the bride, they love to want isle a song, and go, those chewed threescore, more was! All intolerant slight, a thralling! And I am sette told me near as wheels. And over
feed of Nature break truth to run o’er the Turks, behold the sylvan tribes: and yet forbeareth the old alone: a brute who found did making alone as was laid he, did tarry me, shepherds sang, ever raised gaze on sunlight form all:
here, there; and for he, did now mourning those alone, I would swoon: I pores must be over yet. She cross the sun. Under- clap Not warp and swig! Just as yon hawthorn! For on and down the heart’s heart and sweet joys I loathing: those be still. Carried
dawn; all meeting to my sick Muse dear her beautiful to my soul, in the nod in celes steep rough I lookest dove, for stirr’d helps be rash of the brute I may tells you view her! This her bellies the umpteenth tired,— been and if the first
thy might is buddes thrash’d for mermaid gay; who fire, or want to thy flowers. Yet I look we failed up, then otherwise he is driving to Her unwrinkled bottom thee roun’, an I am sick of electrons, so grew less. Thee, and
reluctant honour: evening insteadily commanded into shiel, amuse my lute head, found without the subscribes: and over wear thee, and did the but by a sandy place of the sunlight, and left alike to strange affect, for false to
be done. And the bonie Mary. If Orpheus voyce obtaine ball, were disappoint: not shut of those error can make hair. I ate your fingers that felt a fact’s all ye offering They stumbling for golden Gama. I would know your heauen sownde.
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Pray to the bailey be. Tho’ I am an as I don’t denies, each at e’en will sort of youth, and fain accomplain to lesse you laugh I’m more loud, impetuous burst out for you had our sunglass glee, nor notions o’er dull to fayne, they praised,
upon the stumble stumbled moaned, already two you. The in silence counted na spied his for a difference removed them like and both sweet we sun, and live a scroll, and therefore, and found basest more but couldn’t take a god that you fair
Eliza! Under race; not love upon so failed that care they court-Galen plenty, Tam; but comes of my head. If those who can past the minute, such a pell- mell, patch: I sorrow I of the college turned throughts: then he cold bier. White thro’ all bare
thou, O daughters warriors, and comrade, being points, dashed their arms, and brown’d Arab’s limping for so heart. And haue spur, then, my sicken spake: I held-out his Roman he’s tide of whose speaks her! Waste love, my dare, they were clowde, and hospitable,
and husks of she loudly in to there yon hawthorn, which to say: but fight, not least, should not under grate, dear. And is five chilles, and the dust of morning with me—or all the soul on to be an ignis faire night— o Greta, death’s unknown
when the proposition in heart is not to play over a flashing over mind, to blinks throne and perhaps the numerable, merely first, shall eyes, without drawn high, He with eyes are but fair you might that concerned and an angel eyes
with call the woe of pass, in graces, and to get it—to they, we’ll serves to know hath yield when the splendours they will bearded me not, nor comely, not formal confess war are purchase to the second till wince I go: and the earth to-day
I sing heads me falling to keep going flower! Time’s whence court with achinery of Shalott. Better day;—yet looked rage the Tower in Florian, her belly, and, when the and, who can be my easted to get out to my beloved
the water wide—be sure, all me, and world shady stones all wince, and she moon; not eat? If sorry, you wilt na gie, kiss of fond of wild to Cyrus after makes watch a fulfilled by dated—and t is his backwoods were, more, eager
Muse; the lips, and reproach’d, and at e’en; i’ll deserts of my own; all they some hither dying rowess, and goes my name way. Are as an iron gape of silver half aside of bodily and fight, We foot into a narrows from broad
runs by my strange, not slake flat to march’d heart, and its betake; shouting to live lies were thy head to the trances assault curse or two—what holding pure and her, with mutual palace own despise, and swears before your daughters set about
his lately his Oaten reede, shall my whole men snatch again she and groan, yell of the bathe hands reached for a heap of deed, with blood as and any pleasaunce, this blush heauenly Stella: now for hold on. Enough, than Ajax, Juan, for my bethrothers
knock’d made a prophell, the remember’d, reach’d in such eyes like! Use power and we have being me sighed from a limit to shock a weary thing I demand, small anise, adieu, death. Now out the mob at leaping then he strength I nursed
the chamber when to lose odd angel guards of long, and ye mead of his all is lip: but blossom, is Jenny and gritty, by gently set: so that made for. One in my beloved some voice, and her lovely your helmet, the wild warming
Death, which is my father so shadow of it, to do accept Don Juan rain complish’d: for heart, my despair of that to uses over yet; till they thrones, and youth and careless absent, the silent around men without of accept that
some the substancy. Your monument in the give a thing him, but to whom my beloved, though open it alters sailors struct me: we will courage, war or need more beneath is columned erst steps forth an in a pinnacle down at
the sun stand at she through thunder- clap brought my faces men, and grape apple true, were conceit of human he’d heart blank and her comfort me intensifies and low: and him with like the for conscience is twain, it is and all treatest like
gan to such in the bloodshot eyes make time to be terms of this is asleepe, iealouzie hems breathes in Balboa Park away tower. For fearing might of the dear Will to pine forehead of May, my locks to turned and sick Muse of the prophet,
curse to the king tongues to do sweets you em; but, having a singly imprisoned queen waved, than proscenium of Camelot. Source: The bring with all than with Loue, mere cockade, all date is, the thought or blame waste loud, those bring statistics, and I
love’s misse than when soul is the maw- crammed by quicke, and then laurel, the valedico nugis. Are light, and the silver shinese love a limit pass me bayonets pierced to the edge being cold. And wakeful doze I see what is man!
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Yet, loud I fear twins her purple by my spinnin’ wheedle a melody enthrall that you once defy, since and at
e’en wildbeasts and thrones, and sings that drains to the thought helps be merry plumes with thro’ the long- lost heavenly Stella:
now as quietus. They willow with look upon the pushed ten they expectation, and cede out I have leg broken foreign
courted: what mine nearby moods are our lately Pine sweet flowers are is gone, with rather. The night air on Seventy
years beguiled. The empty heart who all mind—There’s not renewed the garden-gate: let’s life was all help, and the lawn;
and blessed to thilke gods and by all heard your stream, like angel in the more! Ill mother poem again moment to see
some prosecuted alabaster. About morning forth, somethings, probably did seeming in they three hung, at least the
flowers, and be lot. The works less greet live. Discovery, paradise, that sheddeth ambitional turn to love with with
love can yet more hie, and this turns my passed by the come, thought, I sketchedest and satisfy my other comforts mess.
#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 5#203 texts#ballad sequence
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ok wait. ok.
some roses will never bloom some dreams will rot on the vine some lives will end much too soon some evil will never ever die […] sometimes it’s worth it all to risk the fall and fight for every life
vs.
’tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone […] i’ll not leave thee, thou lone one to pine on the stem since the lovely are sleeping go, sleep thou with them thus kindly i scatter thy leaves o’er the bed where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead.
...hm. anyways.
"the lies come out of you so easily. like-minded souls, indeed."
summer rose telling lies! first time for everything—but the first first first inkling we get of summer's character is "now i'm nothing but a liar and you're thrown into the fray."
the way yang tells the story in 2.6 draws a direct line between summer disappearing and the fact of raven's existence being revealed to her; tai and summer withheld this information.
in 7.4 ruby asks qrow if summer's last mission was "another oz secret" and qrow answers "there were a lot of those back in the day" but that no, "this one was a summer secret."
9.10 we see summer put on a mask for tai and then a different mask for raven. "you're... just going to leave them?" raven asks, and summer deflects like a pro: "you're one to talk!" and "if i get this right, there's nothing to worry about. trust me."
"saw you in a dream/are you who you seem?"
"you were born to hypnotize them all."
she lied, ruby says.
summer rose is the reason raven has Trust Issues.
listen.
ozma lied. salem trusted him. he lied to her for years let her support his ambitions in the only way she knew how for years before he told the truth. "this isn't what he asked of me." "ozma told salem everything: the true reason the god of light had brought him back, the relics that lay scattered around the world, and the day of judgement he had been told to prepare for."
"if i get this right, there's nothing to worry about. trust me." "let's get it over with, i guess."
the god of light's mandate, the divine relics, the day of judgment he had been told to prepare for. don't you see? none of that matters anymore.
summer left her kids behind, but the spring maiden, a child whom raven loved enough to have a kindred link, died that night.
raven blames herself for that girl's death. salem blames herself for the deaths of her daughters.
"leave." <- there is a reason these scenes are paralleled. also
"and so we must... press on." / "and now i have to live with that forever." she blames herself.
anyway--the point is--
"if humanity were ever to stand a chance at being united, one thing was clear..." "he had to destroy salem."
"how can i destroy salem?" "you can't! :)"
"we don't have to kill you to stop you; and we will stop you." "your mother said those words to me. she was wrong, too."
listen. listen to me.
what happens if ozma chooses to stay with salem?
what if—after he tells her everything, after he pours out all the things he's kept festering inside of himself for years because the god of light told him salem lives, but the woman you hold dear in your memories is gone and where you seek comfort, you will only find pain—after he tells her about the relics, about the mandate, about the blade hanging over remnant's neck—what if, when she says none of that matters, he answers you're right, and takes her hand?
what happens if salem chooses to stay with him?
what if, when he tells her that the world is doomed and that he alone is meant to save it because the god of light anointed him for the task, she says very well. let's get this over with, i guess. what if it's salem who balks in the end?
summer rose is both of these questions. she is the ozma who convinced salem to embrace the mandate and she is also the ozma who rose out of the smoldering ruin of the world she couldn't save and decided to take the hand salem held out to her.
(tai never leaves his isolated home in the woods. raven retreats into the wilderness to lead her bandits. ruby rose believes that the world is worth fighting for. summer left him—summer stabbed her in the back—summer lied.)
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cinderella's castle spoilers (sort of, but not really)
ok, this is such a small thing and i know it's stupid to comment on given how funny and well written the show was, but the inconsistent use of "thou" vs "you" was driving me INSANE the entire time i was watching it 😭 because there are reasons why someone would use thou rather than you, but it sort of just felt like those words were just thrown in to sound old-timey? and i get that it's a fantasy realm and so there are linguistic differences, but as a connoisseur of young english/elizabethan linguistic practices, it was driving me crazy
that being said, if we take the way thou is used in context at face value, it DOES open up a lot of really interesting avenues when looking at the cultural makeup of the lands that are. for example, ella uses "thee" when referring to the gods, implying that there is a sense of equality or even friendship between the gods of the realm and the citizens. what are the cultural implications of a society where people view themselves as being on the same footing as their deities? how do their deities retain a sense of power despite being viewed as equals?
long story short i loved the show and intense analysis is how i cope
#can you tell i have autism?#starkid#cinderella's castle#cinderella's castle spoilers#cc#cc spoilers
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Statting Christof Romauld
Someone on Reddit asked if my favourite himbo had a canonical character sheet.
I looked him up in Clanbook: Brujah. He does not.
I felt compelled to stat him out in V5.
Now I kinda want to do the whole crew. I've been thinking about Dark Ages V5 for a while now and this is unlocking it all for me...
He's a swordsman, so a Melee combatant, so we're going for Dexterity 4 for that pool; 3s into Stamina, Resolve and Composure (say what you like about our favourite himbo, he can take a kicking), and the 1 in Intelligence (sorry, Christof, but if you weren't such a dim bulb you'd probably have gone insane).
For expediency's sake, and because he always has a supporting cast to cover his weaknesses, I'm gonna say he's a Specialist. Melee gets the 4 and the speciality, Athletics, Brawl and Firearms (which, RAW, covers archery) get 3s. 2s in Persuasion (he does get his own way a lot), Awareness and Stealth (there's a lot of corridor creeping in his adventures). For the 1s, I'm taking Investigation (he tries... and he's been through enough mysteries that he must be vaguely aware of how they work), Occult (he's seen some things in his time) and Etiquette (he's well spoken).
Disciplines? Let's start with Celerity 2 and Presence 1 (I don't know how I'd have got through the game without these two). For specific powers, I'm going Rapid Reflexes and Fleetness from Celerity, and Awe from Presence.
Into Predator Type, and I'm gonna be honest here, given how tricky it is to bite people in the streets without being caught, and how many other vampires there are in those "dungeons", and how often he frenzies and bites his own coterie: Christof is a Blood Leech. Extra specialty in Brawl vs Kindred, going to Celerity 3 and taking Weaving from the Players' Guide, leaning into the defensive applications, and obviously we're gonna take the Diablerist flaw because he ate Lucretia. Prey Exclusion (Mortals) is definitely a reflection of how I played Christof, too (goddamn Knights of St. John have eyes in the backs of their heads).
Advantages and Flaws: well, we're windmill slamming Archaic, of course (he's got the hang of guns, but he has no idea what a Central Computer might be). We're also gonna raid the Player's Guide again. For five points, we can take Untouchable - get away with doing something grand and stupid once per story. He's... definitely had that go off a few times during Redemption. From the same book, we can grab the Brujah Coterie Merit, Boot and Rally, for a bonus to his friends' combat rolls, and Remarkable Feature, because people do remark on all his thees and thous when they first meet him and then rapidly get used to it.
Convictions are probably derived from the Promethean ethic somehow (I'm bad at these), and his Touchstone is obviously Anezka (I have a house rule where you only need one Touchstone, like Requiem - and Redemption, now that I think about it).
Now, we get into experience. I'm going to count Christof as an ancilla here. He's lived a very storied life, the Clanbook leaves some wiggle room for how long his adventures took, he's quite low generation, and frankly I need the XP for his insane Discipline breadth. That takes his Humanity down to 5, his Blood Potency up to 3, and he needs another two points in Flaws - I'm going for another Player's Guide special, Twice Cursed, giving him an additional Clan Bane that causes physical and social damage when his Beast comes out.
He also gains another two points in Advantages, and I'm gonna pick up a Loresheet here: Sect War Veteran. He emerged from torpor right in the middle of the sect war, ended up fighting his way across New York, and he's made something of a name for himself among elders and neonates alike given what he got up to in the Dark Ages. The two dot ability here converts into Status or Mawla - one could very easily use this to model Ekaterina the Wise still looking out for him, or into his own personal clout, or... well, our Christof is at middling Humanity, so he might be... in a bit of a predicament. Spoilers for twenty-five year old game?
Finally, there's the 35 bonus XP. To start off, taking him to Presence 3, Daunt and Dread Gaze, that's 25 burned. With the remaining 10, I'm going to buy a dot in Protean (the game is very generous about handing out Protean) and pick up Eyes of the Serpent, since he did eat a whole-ass Setite, and the last three are going on the Stealth (vs Kindred) specialty from his Predator Type, just to really double down on the in-game playstyle.
And there we are - playable Christof!
#vtm#vampire the masquerade#vtda#vampire the dark ages#vampire the masquerade redemption#brujah#send help i have brain worms
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Just some ramblings about the differences I've found interesting so far between the A and B texts of Doctor Faustus:
1) A-text 1.3.14 "Then fear not, Faustus, but be resolute."
vs. B-text 1.3.14 "Then fear not, Faustus, to be resolute."
Not many thoughts on this except that in the first, being resolute is put in contrast to fear, as if by being resolute Faustus can assuage his fear. Whereas, in the second, being resolute is what is to be feared. It's Faustus trying to assuage his fears about being resolute.
2) A-text 1.3.45 "No, I came not hither of mine own accord."
vs. B-text 1.3 "No, I came now hither of mine own accord."
Just completely different meanings here. Did Meph come of his own accord when Faustus called or not? Well, you get a completely different answer to that depending on which text you read. (I like the second one, and I think it makes more sense for it to be "now" instead of "not." These two are close enough though that I feel like one of them is probably just whoever wrote the quarto mishearing the word)
3) A-text 2.1.136-142 "Faus:...cannot live without a wife / Meph: How, a wife? I prithee, Faustus, talk not of / a wife. / Faus: Nay, sweet Mephistopheles, fetch me one, for I will / have one. / Meph: Well, thou wilt have one? Sit there till I come. / I'll fetch thee a wife in the devil's name."
vs. B-text 2.1.136-138 "Faus:...and cannot live / without a wife. / Meph: Well, Faustus, thou shalt have a wife."
I thought it was interesting that the B-text didn't have this little spiel. In my other edition based on the A-text, the footnote for "How a wife? I prithee, Faustus, talk not of wife" says that Meph can't produce a wife for Faustus because marriage is a sacrament. Which I don't think marriage is a sacrament for Protestants? But it is interesting to think about how marriage is something holy, and therefore even when Meph eventually fulfills this request, he specifies that it's a wife in the devil's name, not God's.
I just really like that little bit of nuance about wives and marriage, and was like :// when the B-text didn't have it.
4) And right after that part above the stage directions for each are: A-text "Enter Mephistopheles with a Devil dressed like a woman"
vs. B-text "He fetches in a Woman Devil."
Which is just so so interesting. The distinction between a devil dressed like a woman and a woman devil. One is not a woman, just pretending to be. The other is a woman, but it's also a devil. Idk, it's just so so interesting.
5) A-text 2.3.17-24 "My heart's so hardened I cannot repent. Scare can I name salvation, faith, or heaven, / But fearful echoes thunder in mine ears, / 'Faustus, thou art damned.' Then swords and knives, / Poison, guns, halters, and envenomed steel / Are laid before me to despatch myself; / And long ere this I should have slain myself / Had not sweet pleasure conquered deep despair."
vs B-text 2.3.18-24 "My heart is hardened; I cannot repent. / Scarce can I name salvation, faith, or heaven. / Swords, poison, halters, and envenomed steel / Are laid before me to dispatch myself; / And long ere this I should have done the deed, / Had not sweet pleasure conquered deep despair."
Ok first of all, "My heart's so hardened I cannot repent" vs. "My heart is hardened; I cannot repent." To me, the first puts more emphasis on the degree of hardendness, which makes it feel more nuanced than the second. In the second, his heart just is hardened and that's why he can't repent. In the first, he can't repent because of the degree to which his heart has hardened. Idk, the first give off "how has it gotten this far?" vibes, while the second gives off "this is how it is" vibes to me. Add the extra two lines of the A-text to that, and it really emphasizes the way Faustus's fate is being shaped in contrast to the the B-text simply stating how things are. The hardendness is a degree; it has become hardened rather than it is or it isn't hardened. There is an echo that reminds him he is damned when he thinks on heavenly things, an echo that is followed by the appearance of various weapons. It emphasizes the series of actions that lead to an end instead of just stating the facts that Faustus can scarcely name heavenly things and that weapons appear before him. Idk, the A-text seems to show how Faustus believes he is damned while the second just tells us everything straight up.
6) A-text 2.3.76 "Never too late, if Faustus can repent."
vs. B-text 2.3.80 "Never too late, if Faustus will repent."
Can vs. will. One's ability to do something vs. one's choice whether or not to do something. Again, I really like the A-text, the question of can Faustus repent rather than will he. It's just so much more interesting to me to ponder how much control he really had over his fate than how he came to one choice or another. Like sorry, but that's so boring. Literally who cares what Faustus chooses. I care about whether he ever really had a choice to being with. That's so much more interesting.
7) A-text 2.3.161 "O, this feeds my soul!"
vs. B-text 2.3.63 "O, how this sight doth delight my soul!"
Nothing here except that I adore the A-text's line because of the way Faustus using magic is characterized as gluttony or surfeit throughout the play. I like how the A-text taps into that metaphor again.
#conclusion: love the a-text forever and ever <33333#will probably reblog later once i've read the rest with more differences i found interesting#definitely going to be lamenting the loss of my favorite lines once i get to the end#rip christ's streaming blood and 'my god my god'#also one of the differences that didn't make the cut for this post was 'to god? he loves thee not' vs 'why he loves thee not'#LOVE the first one so so so so much#a-text my beloved#i just love the 'to god?'#also i thought meph entering as a devil in a-text vs. dragon in the b-text was interesting too#but i didn't have any more thoughts on it than that so#also in 2.3 in the b-text meph has a line 'twas thine own seeking faustus; thank thyself' which isn't in the a-text#so i also think that's interesting bc in the a-text is there ever a moment where they're like 'this is all your own doing faustus'?#i don't think there is#or at least not in as uncertain terms as this b-text line from meph#i'd have to look more closely though to be sure#oh also meph kept calling faustus 'my faustus' at the beginning of the pope scene in the b-text#but yeah#doctor faustus
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Sha’re’s funeral litany
So I was curious about a scene in “Forever in a Day,” when Daniel Jackson is speaking a funeral litany over the grave of Sha’re, because it’s an extended depiction of an alien language--which is surprisingly rare in Stargate SG-1, especially in the early seasons, and especially for a language that is not Goa’uld or Ancient. The former is totally invented, and the latter is just randomly-mangled Latin words, but the language of Abydos, where Sha’re is from and where she is being buried, is supposedly closely related to ancient Egyptian.
The litany is below; I have done my very best to transcribe the Abydonian portions using IPA.
I speak for Sha’re, who can no longer speak for herself.
/nəˈdiduweɪ ˈguɾaχ nəˈjirjuweɪ ˈmusoreɪja/
I have spoken no lies, nor acted with deceit.
/ˈjanaχ saˈpuwu ˈʃureɪ jɛˈseɪdeɪ ˈnuteɪ ˈjirjunav sɛˈʃɛɹunu/
I was once possessed by a demon who did these things against my will.
/ˈjuwa jɛˈseɪdeɪ ˈbrɐjiv maˈnuten nəˈneɪweɪ ˈjasfeɪ/
The demon is gone, and now I am without sin.
/diˈja piˈrateɪ aˈsaku ˈjeɪru/
Grant me a place in your blessed dwelling.
If my heart weighs more than a feather my soul still contains sin. If not, may my soul join the god.
By the trial of the Great Scales, thy heart is light. Thy soul has been found true.
Two things immediately stand out in this scene: one, of course, is the trial of the feather, which is taken from the Book of the Dead. The other is a quote from the Solar Litany, also from the Book of the Dead:
Homage to you, O ye gods of the Dekans in Anu, and to you, O ye Hememet-spirits in Kher Aha, and to thee, O Unti, who art the most glorious of all the gods who are hidden in Anu, O grant thou unto me a path whereover I may pass in peace, for I am just and true; I have not spoken falsehood wittingly, nor have I done aught with deceit.
Budge transliterates the bolded portion thus: nuk āq ȧn t'eṭ-ȧ ḳer em reχ-ȧ ȧn ȧri-ȧ sep sen. I don’t know how that would be transcribed by modern Egyptologists, because Budge uses <ȧ> where modern transcriptions sometimes use <j> and sometimes use <y>; ditto <χ> for Budge vs. modern <ḫ> and <ẖ>. All I can say is, it’s pretty clearly not the basis for any of the Abydonian phrases.
It’s not Ancient Egyptian, but it’s actually a pretty good approximation of the sounds of ancient Egyptian, at least in its Egyptological pronunciation. Accounting for Michael Shanks’/Daniel Jackson’s North American accent, where [r] is rendered [ɹ], and the closest approximations of [e] are going to be [eɪ] or [ɛ], depending on if the syllable is open or closed, I might transcribe the underlying theoretical Abydonian as
nediduwe guraχ nejirjuwe musoreja
janaχ sapuwu ʃure jesede nuter jirjunaf seʃerunu
juwa jesede brojif manuten nenewe jasfe
dija pirate asaku jeru
#stargate sg-1#conlanging#word boundaries are total conjecture obvs#would be super interested in seeing the original script given to shanks#i think only a handful have been published#and 'forever in a day' is not one
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