#then a two hour flight to Philly

[lostinmirkwood]

I think I dozed for less than an hour on my flight. I’ve been awake for almost 22 hours now.

[zegrasdrysdale]

[ photograph ] j. drysdale

paring : Jamie Drysdale x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) decides to fly out to Philly for Valentine’s Day after watching Jamie say in an interview that he’ll probably be spending the day alone

warning(s) : just some tooth rotting fluff with no angst for once, a heavy makeout

author’s note : this is just a (not so) lil fluff filled thing bc i wanted to write something for belated valentine’s day. sorry or you’re welcome (idk)

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“Yeah, uh, I don’t actually have any plans tomorrow,” he explains to a reporter through the screen on her phone. “Everyone I know here does have plans and everyone else I know is across the country so I’ll most likely spend the day putting together furniture in my new apartment.”

That was the moment she decided that she was getting on the first flight she possibly could to Philly so Jamie didn’t spend Valentine’s Day alone. No one should have to spend the day alone. She doesn’t have any plans and she’s off from work for about two weeks because they’re doing renovations so a little trip to Philadelphia doesn’t sound like the worst thing in the world.

Last year he spent the day with Trevor on the couch and watched movies in their shared apartment. This year, he is in Philly and Trevor actually has a girlfriend. Not very ideal for Jamie.

She isn’t Jamie’s girlfriend, but she is one of his best friends and could never let him be alone on Valentine’s Day. Especially not after hearing what his actual plans are for tomorrow. She’s going to at least help him put furniture together in his apartment.

A flight out of LAX is scheduled for 10 that night. It’s six so she has about two hours to pack for a week long trip to Philly. She even buys a ticket for Saturday’s game at MetLife since she wants to see Jamie play a game while she’s in Philly.

By eight, she’s out the door with a suitcase that’s packed full of clothes and non-liquid toiletries. The jersey Jamie sent her about a week after the trade is neatly folded with the rest of her clothes. She orders an Uber to drive her to the airport.

While in the Uber, she debates texting Jamie and telling him that she’ll be at his new apartment early tomorrow morning since she’ll be landing a little before six in the morning. It’ll probably take about 45 minutes after she lands before she’s on Jamie’s doorstep.

Maybe a surprise wouldn’t be the worst thing so she puts her phone away until she has to pull out her plane ticket.

Getting on the plane takes an hour between getting past TSA and buying snacks for the nearly five hour flight. She boards the plane twenty minutes before it takes off so she has time to get comfortable.

She’s asleep before the plane even leaves the ground.

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All the snacks she bought before the flight are going to be the snacks she eats while she’s in Philly because she slept for the entire flight. It didn’t feel like she slept for 5 hours but she did.

By six, she’s at baggage claim and grabbing her suitcase. She orders an Uber to Voorhees while she waits for her things. The car is waiting for her when she get outside.

It’s a lot colder out than she thought it was going to be. All she has on is a Ducks hoodie that Jamie gave to her the year before and a pair of leggings with Uggs on her feet. Her feet are warm. The rest of her is not. She shakes as she puts her things in the trunk of the car.

She gives the driver Jamie’s new address and she’s off to surprise her best friend.

The closer she gets to Jamie’s, the more nervous she gets. What if he found someone after moving to the Philly area? What if the whole putting furniture together comment was a lie so he didn’t announce to the entire world he was in a relationship? What if he doesn’t want her there in general?

Maybe a spontaneous trip across the country without at least letting Jamie know she was coming wasn’t the best idea she’s ever had.

A call comes through from Trevor. Confused, she answers the phone. “Good morning?”

“Are you in Philly?” he asks.

“Maybe,” she slowly replies as she watches the Philly skyline pass. “Why? It’s like three in the morning.”

“Not for you apparently,” he retorts. “I looked to see where you were because Mason said you weren’t replying to his texts so I wanted to make sure you were okay and I see that you flew across the country.”

She smiles and shakes her head. The way Trevor would find out she’s in Philly is by checking her location. He and Jamie are the only ones that have her location because she’s closest with them.

“Just wanted to surprise Jamie,” she tells Trevor. “That’s all. Tell Mason I’ll call him later because I’m about ten minutes away from Jamie’s apartment.”

“You gonna tell him you love him?” Trevor questions. She opens her mouth to object but he keeps talking. “It’s so freaking obvious so don’t even lie to me.”

A nervous laugh passes her lips. “We’ll see,” she replies. “I’ll talk to you later, Z.”

“Tell me how he’s really doing,” he tells her. “I worry about him sometimes.”

“Will do,” she says as the driver pulls up to Jamie’s place. “Talk soon.”

The line goes dead and she looks out the window at the apartment building. Jamie’s somewhere in there asleep and she’s about two minutes away from calling him to come let her into the building.

She gets her things out of the trunk and thanks the driver before he drives off to pick someone else up. She sighs and pulls up Jamie’s contact.

When she presses the ‘call’ button, it rings about four times before Jamie answers. The entire time, her hands are shaking and she isn’t sure if it’s because of the cold or if she’s nervous to see Jamie for the first time since the trade.

“It’s like four in the morning,” he croaks when he picks up. “Are you okay?”

She smiles at the sound of his morning voice. “Actually it’s almost seven in the morning and I’m currently freezing my ass off outside your apartment building so if you could come let me in, that would be great,” she says.

It sounds like Jamie falls out of bed when she says that she’s outside of the building. If he broke anything then she’s going to have to explain to Torts why Jamie will be out for six weeks.

He isn’t holding any body parts when he swings the door open and blankly stares at her from the top of the steps of the building. He blinks a few times like he’s trying to decide if he’s still dreaming or if he’s awake. She waves and a barefoot Jamie runs down the stairs to hug her.

A laugh passes her lips and she wraps her arms around his torso. “You’re actually here,” he says against her ear. “I thought you were lying to me.”

“Nope,” she replies. “I’m here. I didn’t have anything else to do so I thought I’d come surprise you. Help you put together some furniture for Valentine’s Day.”

Jamie pulls back from the hug just enough to look at her. “You saw that interview?” he asks.

With a nod and a smile, she replies, “It sounded like a very boring way to spend Valentine’s Day so I thought I’d come keep you company. Maybe watch you play at the outdoor game this weekend. I have another week off from work and spending it in the Philly area with my best friend didn’t sound like the worst idea.”

“You are actually insane for buying a plane ticket without knowing if I’d be here or not,” he tells her. “I could’ve left for Toronto before you got here since we play them tomorrow.”

“Yeah I know how your travel schedule works,” she retorts. “That’s how I knew you’d be here.”

He shakes his head and grabs her suitcase. “You have some of the best timing because I took a maintenance day today so I have a day off from practice, but I leave tomorrow morning for Toronto,” he says to her as they walk into the building together.

“Listen, I’m spending a week in the area,” she replies. “I get to watch you play at the outdoor game on Saturday when I wasn’t planning on being on the east coast at all. If you’re gone for a day or two then it’s fine.”

The smile that forms on Jamie’s face makes her heart do somersaults in her stomach.

She can tell how excited he is that she decided to visit him. She knows how much he has been missing Anaheim so she brought Anaheim to him for a week.

When Jamie opens the door to the apartment, she is very surprised by how decorated it is and how much of the stuff he had in his Anaheim apartment has made its way to this one. It still needs some work done, but that is why she’s here. She’s here to help him finish putting it all together.

“I need to build some shelves,” Jamie tells her. “And put together the guest bedroom. The frame still needs to be built for the guest bed too. This is what my plans were for the day.”

She turns her head to look at him as he closes the door behind them. “So it wasn’t come ruse so you didn’t have to admit to the world that you had a secret girlfriend?” she questions.

If she should expect Jamie to have a girl over then she might as well get the girlfriend question out of the way early on in her visit.

“Uh, no,” he replies. “No secret girlfriend. I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had any time to find a girlfriend. Yorky has tried but he’s not the best wingman.”

She can’t help but laugh. Jamie smiles and rolls her suitcase to the unfinished bedroom.

She decides to make some coffee for the two of them so they can get started on the day’s plans. They have to put together the guest room and build some shelves. It can’t be very hard to do either of those things. Right?

Wrong.

It turns out that Jamie can’t follow simple instructions to save his life. She has had to refrain from throwing whatever is in her hand at him so many times because he can’t read a piece of paper.

“Jamie, what am I supposed to do with this screw?” she asks as she holds up an extra screw. “Do I have to put it in your head so you can use your brain or something? You missing one in there? Do I need to get Trevor on the first flight out of LAX to come help you figure out how to read the instructions?”

Jamie looks up from his spot on the floor and throws the instructions at her. “Here, you try to read this and tell me if it makes any sense,” he retorts. “It’s all confusing. My parents helped me build shelves when they came to visit a few weeks ago. I didn’t have to do this. Maybe it’s just an extra.”

She grabs the pamphlet and reads the directions. The screw was supposed to be put in when putting the shelves in place. A shelf is missing a screw.

“You dumbass,” she says. “It’s not an extra screw. It was supposed to be put in on the bottom shelf to make sure it is secure and even. You now have an unsecure shelf in your guest room.”

Jamie flattens out on his back on the carpeted floor with a groan. “This is why I’m a hockey player and don’t work in home improvement,” he says as he rubs his eyes. She laughs and tries to keep her eyes on his face instead of on the sliver of skin that peeks out between what is a new Flyers t-shirt and pajama pants. “This is so dumb. I am not about to take that whole thing apart to put one screw in.”

She walks over and slaps the pamphlet on his stomach. He gasps and sits up with the paper in his hands. “Then get it together, Drysdale,” she tells him. “We have a bed frame to build.”

“Fuck the bed frame,” he sighs as she grabs the box in the corner and drags it into the center of the room. “You don’t need a bed to sleep in tonight.”

With a light laugh, she teases, “If we don’t get it set up then I’m gonna be sleeping in your bed until we get it put together.”

Jamie mutters something that sounds like “would be okay with me” but she pretends she doesn’t hear it. She can’t hear it or else she will just say “fuck it” and sleep in Jamie’s bed the entire time she’s here instead of putting the bed together.

The mattress is sitting up against the wall next to where the box with the bed frame was. He has everything he needs to put this bed together and he hasn’t done it yet. Not even over the All Star break when he had a few days off before going to Mexico with the Flyers.

Putting the bed together takes less time and a lot less arguing back and forth. Within an hour, the mattress is on top of the bed frame. Five-foot-eleven 185 pound Jamie flops on the mattress to make sure it’s secure and won’t fall apart if someone were to jump on it.

They do not need to have another shelf problem with the bed that she will most likely be sleeping on while she’s in the area. If it is like the shelf and it’s not safe to sleep on then the couch is in the living room for a reason.

The two of them stand in the doorway and look at their work when they decide the bed is secure. “We make an amazing team,” she comments. “Aside from the shelf.”

Jamie groans and walks down the hallway to his own room. “Shelves are stupid anyway,” he replies. “Who is actually going to use them in this room aside from me just putting a handful of books and pictures on them?” She laughs and goes to unpack her stuff now that it’s safe to do so without stepping on wood, metal or a screw on the floor.

The Flyers jersey that he sent her gets hung up in the closet along with her shirts, hoodies, and nicer pants. She’ll pull bras, panties, and socks out of the suitcase as needed. The beanie she brought to wear on Saturday is put on the bedside table.

Then she pulls out the gift that she brought for Jamie. It isn’t much but she’s hoping that it means as much to him as it does to her. The pictures she brought were taken at such important moments in Jamie’s career and she hopes that he doesn’t mind having a few pictures of his best friend around the apartment.

She walks down to Jamie’s bedroom and knocks gently on the door. There are footsteps behind it before the door swings open. “I, um, had these printed and framed in case I ever came to visit you,” she tells him as she holds out the three picture frames. “Thought you might need some décor.”

Jamie looks down at the pictures and shifts through them.

One of them was taken on Jamie’s Draft Day. He has on a Ducks jersey and she has on his Ducks hat. He looks so happy. He has an arm around her shoulders while he holds up six fingers and is smiling at the camera. She has a smile on his face and is looking up at him with a proud look on her face. Messy ponytail and all.

The second one was taken the day Jamie made his NHL debut and scored his first goal. It’s a selfie she took of her, Jamie, and Trevor at dinner that same night. They’re both holding their pucks because they went right from the arena to a restaurant to eat.

The third one was taken during the 2021 World Juniors tournament where Canada placed second. She’s putting the silver medal back around his neck after he had given it to her. “Silver just means you lost” is what he had said to her a moment before this was captured. She had told him that she was a winner to him and put the medal back around his neck. There is heavy eye contact between the two of them in their matching jerseys.

It was as the third picture was being taken she realized that she loved Jamie. The first two pictures, she knew she had feelings for him, but the third was when she realized that she wanted to be there for him as more than just a friend.

“I had no idea you had any of these,” he says after he’s done looking through them. Jamie looks up at her. “All at different points of my career.”

“Been with you since day one,” she replies with a smile on her face. “You didn’t think that I wouldn’t be here with you while you succeed in a whole new city, did you?”

Jamie laughs and shakes his head. “Absolutely not,” he tells her. “You always make sure you’re a presence in my life.” He pauses and looks right at her. “It’s one of the things I love most about having you in my life.”

She could almost cry when he says that.

There have been so many times over the years where she thought she was annoying or that he wanted her out of his life. She followed him to California when he started playing with the Gulls then the Ducks. He asked her to come with him, but she thought for months it was out of pity.

He has erased years of insecurity with one comment.

“Thanks for keeping me in your life,” she replies after a brief moment of silence.

“You’re like Trevor,” he teases. “You’re always around. It would be hard for me to get rid of you.”

She smiles up at him. “Except he would never fly across the country to see you,” she retorts. “Especially without at least telling you he was coming to see you.”

Jamie laughs. “No, he wouldn’t.”

They look at each other for a second before he walks past her. He has the picture frames in his hand as he walks into the living room. She follows him even though she is confused with what he’s doing.

He puts the picture of himself, Trevor, and (Y/N) on the coffee table under the lamp next to the couch. It’s the most public place in the entire place so it makes sense that that’s the picture that is put in the living room.

The picture of the two of them on Draft Day goes on a little table that leads to the hallway with both bedrooms and bathrooms. The table is under a little mirror that’s been hung up. A little less public but it also joins the other pictures that were taken that day. It looks like it belongs.

Jamie glances at her and walks back into his bedroom. She follows right behind him and stands in the doorway of his room. Her eyes are on the picture of the two of them at the 2021 World Juniors as it’s placed on Jamie’s bedside table.

“This one means the most to me so it deserves a little more privacy than the others,” Jamie tells her without a look in her direction. “You were there for me and picked me up when I was down. I didn’t want anyone else there but you. You were the one that convinced me silver was okay. The team worked hard to get to that moment. The medal was very well deserved because we did everything we could to make it to that game. I did everything I could to get the team to that game. We just came up a little bit short.”

She pouts and walks further into the room. He finally looks over at her. “I didn’t know you felt that way,” she softly says to him. “I didn’t know that I was the person that convinced you it was okay to wear silver around your neck.”

“I needed silver because my gold medal was you,” Jamie shakily admits. His voice is soft. “You’re my gold medal.”

His words have her speechless. Her jaw drops in surprise. She has no idea why he’s saying this to her now.

He reaches out to her and brushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She takes a step forward and feels her heart race in her chest as she looks up at him. Her body shakes as she realizes that their relationship is changing.

A line that she never expected to cross is about to be crossed. She can see it in Jamie’s eyes as they examine her face, landing on her lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

She nods because she doesn’t trust herself to speak. She is afraid that she’s going to admit how long she’s been in love with him if she says a single words.

So she nods, and Jamie leans down to capture her lips in a soft, hesitant kiss. He’s testing the waters to see if she’ll push him away.

She’ll never push him away.

Not when she finally has him like this. Not when she finally knows what it feels like to kiss Jamie Drysdale.

When she feels him begin to pull away, she wraps her arms around his neck and leans more into him to deepen the kiss instead of Jamie breaking it. Her fingers find a home in his hair.

She is scared he will regret it if the kiss breaks, and she doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want to see that look. It might break her if he looks at her like that if the kiss breaks.

Jamie cups her cheek and brushes his thumbs over her cheekbone. She melts against him with a sigh.

“(Y/N),” he mumbles after a second. “I need to breathe.”

That’s when she lets him pull away. The sight of his red, swollen lips and unruly hair is almost too much for her. There’s a hint of a smile on his face and something overcomes her.

“I love you,” she tells him. “I’ve loved you since that was taken.” She points in the direction of the picture on his bedside table. “It’s always been you, Jamie. That’s why I flew across the country on Valentine’s Day. I wanted to be with you today because I miss you and I love you.”

Jamie smiles and brushes his thumb over her own lips that are as red and swollen as his are. “I love you too,” he says. “I think I’ve been in love with you since I saw you at my first NHL game in my jersey. I’m very happy you came to the east coast to watch me play in the Stadium Series game this weekend. I was going to probably fly you out anyway.”

She laughs and shakes her head before burying her face in his chest. They’ve been in love with each other for years and are only now saying something about it after Jamie was traded to Philly and she’s stuck in Anaheim for right now.

“Only took me bringing you pictures to finally kiss me,” she teases.

He rolls his eyes. “Shut up and come here.”

Their lips meet in a heated kiss. Everything they’ve been feeling is coming out in the kiss. Jamie tugs her until she is sitting on his lap while he’s sitting on the mattress. She drapes her arms over his shoulders.

It’s that moment when she realizes they put together a whole bed for no reason because there is now no way she is getting in that bed now.

She pushes him down until Jamie is lying flat on his back and their chests are flush against each other. Her hair creates a curtain around their faces despite his fingers curling in her locks.

“Wait, hold on,” Jamie says. She pulls back from the kiss. “Have something to ask you before we get distracted.”

“Hm?”

“Will you come to family skate on Friday before the game at MetLife?” he asks. “As my girlfriend?”

The biggest smile forms on her lips. “You’re going to have to give me skating lessons because despite watching you play hockey for years, I have no idea how to skate,” she tells him.

“I will give you skating lessons,” Jamie laughs. “You’ll come though?”

She nods and kisses him. “I’ll come.”

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Batting Practice Part 2 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Despite his best efforts, Bradley hadn't stopped thinking about you since Monday. When Bob decided they needed a Team Mom, he sees an opportunity he can't pass up. 

Warnings: Fluff, angst and swearing

Length: 3700 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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When Bradley arrived on base Tuesday morning, he saw Bob right away.

"I can't thank you enough, Rooster. Piper had so much fun yesterday, and I really think this is going to be good for her. The other kids seemed excited too."

Bradley zipped up his flight suit and grabbed his helmet. "The kids were easier to instruct than I expected. They made it fun." His mind automatically pictured Everett. And Everett's mom. 

"So you'll be back for practice on Thursday?" Bob asked, reaching for his own helmet.

Bradley scoffed. "You think I'm going to bail on the Tiny Eagles? No way. We have a championship to win, and I plan on being named coach of the year."

Bob laughed. "That's the spirit."

Nat strolled over, sipping coffee inside the hangar even though you weren't supposed to. "How was pee wee football?" she asked with a smirk.

"We've been over this before, Phoenix," Bob said with a sigh. "It's tee ball."

"She's just fucking with you," Bradley said, looking from side to side before he stole Nat's coffee and took a big sip.

She groaned in response. "Just finish it," she told him. "So, tee ball? How was that?"

"Fun!" Bob exclaimed. "Piper loved it. All the kids were great. And all the moms came up at the end of practice to introduce themselves and tell us we did a great job."

Nat burst out laughing as Bradley finished her coffee. "Yeah... I'll bet they did! They would probably love to show you two even more gratitude."

Bob looked confused, but Bradley just smiled against the coffee cup. "Moms are not my type. I told you that already, Nat." But he felt like such a liar. He could picture you so clearly in his mind, and he could remember how your voice sounded. Really, he was more excited about practice on Thursday than he should be, simply because you and Everett were going to be there. 

Maybe he would wear a Phillies hat to match with Everett.

"Rooster... every woman is your type," Nat said, patting him on the shoulder as she grabbed her helmet and headed for her Super Hornet. 

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Work was insanely busy, and Thursday arrived before you knew it. You were still answering client emails when Frank knocked on your door at lunchtime. 

"Come in!" you called, and thankfully he brought you a sandwich. You jumped up at the prospect of actually having something to eat, but Frank wrapped you in his arms before you could take a bite.

"I've missed you all week. You work too hard," he whispered, placing a soft kiss next to your ear. "Wanna come over this weekend?"

You should say yes, especially since Everett was going to have a sleepover at your sister's house. Plus, this would be your last free Saturday for a while, since tee ball games would be starting up.

"I'll have to let you know," you told him as his lips connected with yours. 

But you were thinking about how it might feel to kiss Coach Bradley with his mustache.

Where had that thought come from? You let out a startled gasp, and Frank slipped his tongue between your lips. 

Bradley would definitely be a better kisser than this.

"Frank," you managed to say. "I'm starving, and I have so much work to do."

He sighed and squeezed your waist through your suit. "Try to come over this weekend, okay baby?"

You just nodded and unwrapped the sandwich as he left. Only four more hours until tee ball practice. You couldn't believe you were as ridiculous as the other moms, but here you were, thinking about your kid's coach while you ate lunch. 

But it didn't stop there. After you picked Everett up at school, he rambled on about tee ball and his coaches for the entire drive to the ballfield. And you started thinking about Bradley again.

"Can we go see the Phillies play again this year?" Everett asked as you pulled into the parking lot. 

"You know, Ev, it was supposed to be a surprise. They play the Padres on a Sunday afternoon, and I've been planning on getting us tickets."

After hesitating for a beat, you parked next to the Bronco again, which you were smart enough to know was a really dumb thing to do.

"Yes! Can we take Coach Bradley with us too?"

You pressed your lips together and shook your head. "Sweetie, he's your coach during tee ball hours. I don't think he's going to have time to go to a baseball game with us." 

Everett jumped out of the car and looked up at you as you took his hand. "But he likes the Phillies. I think he might want to go."

Once again you changed into your sneakers while you walked across the grass. You didn't want to get your son's hopes up, and you couldn't help but think that he wouldn't be so starved for attention if Danny came around more often. Your ex was legitimately the worst. 

"We can talk about it later, okay?"

You almost tripped over your own feet when you looked up and saw Bradley. He was talking to one of the overzealous moms, and he had his arms crossed over his chest, nodding along with whatever was being said. His biceps looked good, but you also immediately noticed the Phillies hat on his head. 

Bradley's eyes shifted to the side as you approached the bleachers, and he kind of smirked at you. He didn't even seem to notice when the other mom placed her hand on his forearm. But you did. You wished it was you touching him instead. 

"Mommy, I need my bag," Everett said, and you shifted your attention to your son. You helped him get his cleats on, and then you waited for the coaches to blow the whistle to start practice. 

"Can I have everyone's attention for a minute?"

You looked up to see Bob heading toward the bleachers where all of the parents were sitting. So you took the spot next to Everett on the bottom row, and Bradley shifted to stand closer to your end. 

"I just wanted to reiterate how excited we are to coach your kids this season," Bob said. "Coach Bradley and I have worked out most of the scheduling and whatnot, but we do need to have a Team Mom or Team Dad to help us with some tasks. Things like bringing extra snacks and drinks, and being in charge of sending out texts if the weather is bad. Also they would need to be available to help us with anything else that might come up."

You let your gaze shift from Bob to Bradley, and he was already looking at you. He nodded once as his lips quirked up into a smile. 

"Does anyone want to volunteer?" Bob asked. Almost every mom around you raised her hand without hesitation. 

Bradley didn't look away from you, and it was making you feel flushed. He slowly, purposefully put his hands on his hips and raised an eyebrow as if to say c'mon, raise your hand.

You didn't have time to be the Team Mom. You didn't even really want to be the damn Team Mom. It was something extra that you really didn't need to do. 

But... you felt your hand slip up into the air as if gravity no longer had any hold over it. Bradley's smile grew as you sat in front of him like a little girl hoping he would call on you.

Just as Bob was about to choose a different parent, Bradley nudged him with his elbow to stop him.

"Right here," Bradley announced, nodding and gesturing to you. "She's our Team Mom." You slowly lowered your hand, and you felt a little giddy at being selected.

Bob looked a little confused with the abrupt decision, but he just smiled at you and said, "Sounds good. Thanks for volunteering. Now let's get started with our practice."

He blew his whistle, and Everett launched off the bench. You could hear him tell Bradley, "You wore a Phillies hat! Just like me!"

Bradley laughed and said, "Sure did, kiddo. Thought we could match." He glanced at you one more time before he led the kids out onto the field.

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Bradley shouldn't feel so proud of himself right now. But he did anyway. He didn't even know what he was playing at with you. But as soon as Bob told him they needed a team parent, he wanted it to be you. 

"Jesus," he muttered under his breath as he set the ball on the tee for Henry to try to hit. You were probably married. Bradley probably just made himself look like an ass. But you raised your hand anyway when he tried to silently encourage you to.

"Nice hit, Henry!" Bob said, and Bradley clapped as the kid ran for first base. 

Bradley set the ball up again, this time for Everett. 

"You ready?" Bradley asked, earning him a big smile. "Just keep your swing nice and steady."

He watched Everett absolutely nail the ball and hit it right past Bob. He looked up at Bradley in surprise.

"Run, Ev! Run to first base!"

Bradley watched him take off like a shot and run past Bob, only stopping once he had stomped on the base.

When Bradley glanced over to where you were sitting, the smile on your face had him fumbling to get the ball back on the tee. You waved your fingers toward where Everett was jumping up and down, and then you looked at Bradley and bit your lip. Then you waved your fingers at him too before ducking your head.

He forced his focus back to the next batter who also hit it hard enough to take a base.

"These kids are actually good," Bradley told Bob as he helped guide Amber to first base while Bob pointed Everett to second. "But we need to practice running bases next week."

"Can't wait to play the Tiny Hawks next weekend," Bob said. "The Eagles are looking good."

Bradley and Bob high fived as the kids all gathered around them in the infield at the end of practice. "Great practice, Tiny Eagles," Bradley told them. "Now get some good rest this weekend, and we will see you on Monday for our next practice!"

The kids all started to run toward the bleachers, and the coaches followed them at a more leisurely pace. "Damn," Bradley muttered when he looked toward the parking lot.

When Bob gave him a concerned look, Bradley shook his head and said, "Everett's hot mom parked by me again. I've actually been thinking about her since Monday."

Bob's mouth dropped open. "You mean the Team Mom?"

"Yeah," Bradley whispered, nearing the bleachers and watching you switch Everett's cleats for sneakers.

"You have a crush on our Team Mom?" Bob asked a little too loudly for Bradley's liking. "That's why you picked her? Is that a good idea?"

Bradley just shrugged and took a deep breath. "Too late now, yeah?"

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You felt a tingle wash down your spine and goosebumps break out on your skin. You glanced to your left, and sure enough, the coaches were standing right there. Bob was looking at you, and Bradley was running one hand over his face and readjusting his Phillies cap. 

Maybe you had imagined it. But you could still remember how he was looking at you, goading you, urging you wordlessly to raise your hand earlier. 

Because he had a crush on the Team Mom? On you? There was no way.

But as you stood, Bradley headed in your direction. He smelled good again, and he was so handsome. And his voice was so deep. You really wished your other two senses had experience with him as well. 

"Team Mom," he said with a smile. "Can Bob and I get your phone number for future correspondence and incidentals?"

"Mmhmm," you hummed, and when he handed you his phone, you added your name and number for him.

"Thanks again for volunteering," he said with a smirk.

You didn't know what to say, and you could feel your face growing warm as your nose scrunched up in embarrassment. "No problem," you managed, but instead of leaving, he inched closer, and his smile grew.

"I hope you don't feel like I pressured you." 

You just shook your head, mesmerized by the low register of his voice. "No. I'm happy to do it."

Everett suddenly popped up next to you, standing on the bleachers. "Mommy, check to see if Coach Bradley wants to come with us to see the Phillies this year. Please?" 

You turned back toward Bradley, about to tell him that Everett was just being overzealous, but Bradley was grinning at Everett and adjusting the bill of his cap.

"I don't know if your dad would like that, kiddo," Bradley said, examining your face carefully.

But then Everett's face really lit up. "He wouldn't care! He doesn't even live with us anymore."

You scrunched your nose again in embarrassment. Nothing like having your kid basically announce to a hot guy that your ex husband ditched you.

But Bradley's lips curved into a smirk. "How about your mom and I talk about it, kiddo?" he asked, and Everett gave him a high five. "Now that I have your number?" 

You just nodded as you started to shove everything you brought into the gear bag.

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You had scrunched your nose up again, just like a kitten, and Bradley felt the urge to reach out and touch you. He'd love to take you and Ev to a baseball game. He thought he might even like to hang out with you one on one, now that he knew Everett's dad didn't live with you any longer. But now he was wondering if you were single or seeing someone else.

Bradley watched you hurriedly packing up Everett's gear while he ran off to say bye to Bob. But Bradley didn't walk away, instead he texted you so you would have his contact information as well. 

When you checked your phone, you looked up at him again and laughed. "Your name is Bradley Bradshaw? Brad Brad?"

He groaned and pretended to be annoyed, but he really wasn't. "My parents probably thought they were hilarious."

Your laughter had him grinning again. "It's not a bad name! I'm sorry I laughed." But you were still laughing.

"You're not sorry," he said with a playful glare. 

When you scrunched your nose again and ducked away from him, you said, "No, I'm not."

Then Everett streaked back over and asked Bradley to walk to the parking lot with the two of you, and Bradley was helpless to say no.

"You have fun again today?" Bradley asked him as he bounced around, full of energy.

"Yes! I even hit the ball!"

"Yeah, you hit it hard. You'll be a power hitter when you make it to the major league. We just need to work on your fielding."

You were smiling but looking straight ahead at your car.

"What position do you like to play?" Everett asked, eyes wide as he looked up at Bradley.

"Usually shortstop. Sometimes second base."

"Did you used to play for the Padres or something?" Everett asked, completely in awe.

Bradley just laughed. "No, kiddo. I played in college. Then I joined the Navy, because I definitely was not good enough to play for the Padres."

"You're in the Navy?" you asked him as Bradley opened Everett's door and took the gear bag from your shoulder. Even touching your body through your suit coat was enough to require Bradley to take an extra breath before answering you.

"Yeah. So is Bob. We're both aviators."

"Wow," you whispered. "Impressive."

"Mommy! I'm hungry!" Everett called from the backseat as Bradley placed the bag on the floor.

"Me too, Ev. I'll get dinner ready as soon as we get home," you promised him, and Bradley could tell you were a good mom. You kind of reminded him of Carole Bradshaw, if he was being honest.

"Be good, and listen to your mom," Bradley told Everett as he closed the back door and then opened yours. "See you on Monday."

"See you then," you replied softly, slipping into your seat before Bradley gently closed your door.

He waved at Everett who was reaching his arm out the window as you pulled away, and then he climbed into the Bronco and headed to the Hard Deck.

Bob was already there when Bradley arrived, and Nat was on them right away. "You two look adorable in your matching Tiny Eagles jerseys."

"Thanks, Nat. I feel adorable. Do you feel adorable, Bob?"

Bob just blushed and walked away with his cup of peanuts. 

"So how are the moms treating you?" Nat asked as they both waited for drinks at the bar.

Bradley rolled his eyes. "Just fine."

"Are you hooking up with one of them yet?" she asked casually. 

"What the fuck, Nat? No! I'm there to coach the kids!"

"Chill, Rooster! It's so easy to get you riled up when you're trying to hide something! Bob said you have a crush on one of the moms."

He just shook his head and thanked Jimmy for his beer. "I don't. She's just cute is all. Not my type. Never gonna be my type," he promised, heading toward the pool table. And as if he was trying to make his point to Nat, he chatted up the first woman who approached him and left with her number. He wasn't going to call her, but Nat didn't need to know that. 

He didn't even save the number in his phone, because yours was already in there. 

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In an effort to get that mustache and those biceps out of your mind, you called Frank on Saturday afternoon and agreed to head over to his place. 

He never cooks in his condo kitchen, and he hates when anything is messy, so you're not sure if you want to stay over or not. But you pack a bag just in case. 

When you get there, he has Thai takeout waiting along with a bottle of prosecco. "I'm glad you decided to come over," Frank whispered, running his hand up along your leggings while you tried to eat. 

"Yeah," you agreed halfheartedly. "Me too."

How had your life been reduced to this? Sleeping with a man you didn't have feelings for after ending a marriage to a man who never loved you? You wouldn't allow yourself to dwell on it for too long. 

"Let's head to the bedroom," he told you, snatching you out of your seat as soon as you finished your last bite of food.

As Frank ran his hands along your body and undressed you, it was easy enough to close your eyes and let your mind drift a little bit. Then his hands felt good, running up your sides and removing your shirt. It felt nice when he removed your bra and squeezed your breasts. It was even lovely when he pushed you down onto his bed and pressed you into the mattress with his weight. But when he started fucking you, it was just so mediocre. He somehow lasted too long, and you knew that you'd never be able to get off with him tonight. 

"You're so sexy, baby. Am I making you feel good?" Frank asked you softly.

You let your disappointment wash over you, but Frank didn't seem to notice the sad little gasps you made as he came before withdrawing himself and removing the condom. 

You checked your phone as you got dressed, and you nearly dropped it on the floor. You had a text from Bradley. A screenshot of ticket options for the Phillies vs Padres game the following month.

Bradley Bradshaw: Do you think Ev would prefer to sit behind home plate or in the outfield?

Now your heart was beating faster. Now you felt a little silly inside. Now you could imagine getting yourself worked up for a healthy orgasm.

"Everything okay? You keep looking at your phone," Frank said as he pulled his underwear back on. 

"Actually...." you started, and the lie was out of your mouth before you could stop it. "It's my sister. I need to go pick up Everett. But thanks for dinner."

Frank kissed you softly, holding your body against his before you broke away with a quick goodnight. You practically ran across the parking lot and jumped into your car with a smile on your face. Then you responded to the text.

Everett is going to think any seat is the best seat.

Bradley responded almost immediately, which shocked you since it was eight o'clock on Saturday night. 

Bradley Bradshaw: Well then why don't you tell me where you'd like to sit.

You pictured yourself sitting in his lap, and you felt very warm. When you started your car, you turned on the air conditioner as you drove away. 

His lap. 

You could picture yourself there so easily, like you'd already spent time snuggled up with him.

What was wrong with you?! You barely knew this man! 

It only took you five minutes to get to your house, and as soon as you walked in, your hand was sliding down inside the front of your leggings and into your underwear. You eased yourself down onto your couch as you touched yourself exactly how Frank never seemed to be able to. 

You stroked your clit just right with your middle finger, and then you came so quickly, it surprised you. 

When you caught your breath, you located your phone and responded.

Your call, Coach. What view do you like the best?

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Bradley was sitting at his kitchen island, considering all the filthy things he wanted to send back to you.

You were definitely flirting with him now, right? You had to be single, right?

He quickly typed out his response and hit send before he could change his mind.

Any seat where I can see you.

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The All-Star Game

Batter Up Chapter 5

Pairing: Baseball player Joel Miller x Female Reader Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Summary: This is not how Joel wanted to spend his All-Star Game, at least you make the best of it for him. Warnings: smut, fluff, family dynamics, nurse/patient roleplay in the shower, oral (m receiving), cum eating, unprotected p in v sex (reader has a previously discussed IUD... be safe), a doctor mistakes reader for Joel's wife. Words: 4,900

A/N: Been fighting writer's block, twelve hour work days, and total brain fry. Thank you for being so patient with my lack of updating folks. Not gonna lie, I read through my first piece Golden Walkway earlier and was like "how TF is my first ever ff/smut piece that good?!" while I'm absolutely banging my head against the keyboard trying to write out four sentences tonight. The biggest shout out to @frannyzooey for filling my Google Doc with notes and simplifying my gobbledegook. I absolutely do not feel worthy of your kindness. *insert Wayne's World not worthy GIF*

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Day 1 Travel Day For All-Stars

And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate

Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

I shake it off, I shake it off

“God damnit,” Joel growls. “Why do I always forget that that’s your damn alarm?”

“Mmph, it works. Wakes me up.” You sit up and stretch before reaching to pick up your phone.

The same phone you stared at while willing yourself to sleep, attempting to ignore the circling "what ifs" of the dreaded conversation you knew you had to have with your parents, only able to do so after focusing on the soothing sound of Joel's breathing.

You get up, slip on his shirt and crack open the curtains letting the morning sun peek in. 

“Guess I should look at my phone, hm?” Joel slowly sits up and settles his back on the pillows while you readjust, his big brown eyes disappearing behind the tired crinkles that line the sides as he lets out a rumbly yawn.

“Might be a good idea, I’m sure Sarah wants to talk with you.” Running a hand through his sleep tousled hair, you give him a kiss.

“Called her on the way home yesterday, let her know not to worry and that I’d be fine without her.” He sighs. “I think she knows I have somebody.”

“Hm. I didn’t want to get into it this soon, but I’m going to have to talk to my mom at least. She knows I’m here in Philly and I didn’t get on my flight.”

“Well, shit,” he grimaces. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be good. I texted her saying I’m fine and I’d talk to her tomorrow. Just nervous, but at this point, there’s no going back…they were already going to find out today. So instead of doing it in person, I’m just going to have to do it over the phone.”

“Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out.” His hand grabs yours and squeezes it.

“We will, I just want to have a nice morning with you, I'll deal with them after lunch.”

“But first, coffee?”

“But first, coffee.”

——

“Well, here goes,” you dial your mom’s number and hit the green phone circle. She picks up after two rings. Crap.

“Hey mom,” you nervously swallow, trying to sound chipper. Joel’s hand soothingly pets your back, grounding you. 

“Hi sweetie, what’s happening? Your dad and I are very confused.”

“Yeah, um about that, is dad with you?”

“He is… is everything okay?”

“Yes, everything is good. Um, could you put me on speaker?” You haven’t had to feel this level of nervousness with your parents in almost twenty years. 

“Hi Duck, what’s going on?” Your dad calls you by your nickname, so he’s not mad… yet. “Was looking forward to seeing you, I don’t know why you’re not here. Mom and I didn’t hear from you, so she checked your location last night and you’re in Philadelphia? Not New York, not the airport, not Texas, but Philadelphia, why is that? We were worried, Duck.”

“I know, I’m sorry about that. So, things got… complicated. I was packing for the airport and was watching the Liberties game when, um, Joel got hurt.” You exhale, trying to calm yourself by focusing on the feel of Joel’s hand on your skin. “I, uh, drove down to help take care of him because, um, he and I have been, together since, well, November.” You breathe out the latter word, hoping your quiet breath will hide the shame in keeping Joel a secret for that long, for not respecting your parents and your own relationship. You feel so small, so fragile, so young, confessing to your mom and dad like you’re in trouble. 

“November?” The only word your mom responds with. Your dad stays quiet, and you’re reminded of why you wanted to do this over the phone. So you wouldn’t see their expressions. Although, maybe if they were here, they would be able to see the way Joel looks at you, how happy you are, how perfect he is for you.  

“Yes, um, remember when I flew in for your birthday? We ran into each other, and I don’t know, it just worked out. I know this is a lot.” 

Joel’s hand lands on your shoulder, tugging you back to lay against him, his arm wrapping around your chest as he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.  You love him so much, you let a tear slip out as you wait for any sort of validation. 

“So, you and Joel Miller have been together for, what, nine months? And we’re only finding out about it now?” You try to gauge your dad’s voice, sensing disappointment, praying it’s not anger. “Is it because you got caught at his place? When were you going to tell us?” 

Okay, there’s anger. 

“Tonight actually, um, Joel and I were going to tell you tonight at dinner. I’m really sorry and I know this is complicated because there’s a bit of history between him and you, but daddy, I love him.”

“Bit of history?” he replies, incredulous. “He was my star player for twenty years, he was rude to the media, coaches, and reporters and I always had to pick up that mess. He was great on the field and in the clubhouse, but he was a pain in my ass most of the time, and now you’re telling me you’re in love with him… and have been for almost a year?”

You bite your lip as you will the tears away from your eyes. You’re so thankful for Joel’s touch right now. He’s respecting you, but you can tell by his breathing growing louder and quicker that hearing your dad’s raised voice is upsetting him. Maybe it’s better to be not in person, that way Joel doesn’t run the risk of throwing your dad through a wall. 

“Yes,” you croak out. You feel like a child answering him. Eyes downcast, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“And all of a sudden, right after he’s no longer on my team, he’s your boyfriend?”

“I’m sorry dad, it’s not something we planned on, it just… happened and I know you’re mad and I’m sorry that it took this long for you to find out and I’m sor—“

“Sweetie,” your mom’s voice breaks through your anxious words, “are you happy?” 

“Yes,” you whisper, Joel’s arm squeezes you tighter, “incredibly.”

“Well, that’s all we want for you. If it’s with Joel, then we’re good, right?”

You breathe out a sigh of relief at her words, her acceptance, her demand of your dad to recenter himself and his ire. You turn to look at Joel and see tears sitting in the waterline of his eyes that are focused on you. He gives you a small smile. 

How could you not love this man? How could anybody doubt the power of what you two share?

“That is what we want for you, but I am concerned. People will have questions. Joel is a part of this team’s history and now my daughter is dating him.”

“I understand that.”

“I know you do, Duck. You can make your own decisions, you haven’t lived under our rules for a very long time. I trust you. As long as you are happy and you understand that there will be roadblocks up ahead with the public eye, then I can be on board. People talk, the internet talks and you’re signing yourself up for a lot of people talking about you. I know you realize that, but does Miller?”

“I do, sir,” Joel says, the first words spoken from him, with the “sir” sternly emphasized. “Look, I don’t care what anybody has to say, people’s opinions never mattered to me. I know you’re well aware of that. I love your daughter. She has been with me every step of the way since I learned I was no longer a Capital. I apologize that this is all at once ’n that this is how you’re finding out, but I do not apologize for the way I feel about your daughter. I love her.”

You watch Joel’s lips as he speaks his confession to your parents, wondering how you could be so lucky to have found him and to have his heart the way that you do.  

“Listen, I know you two are smart, and Miller, you know at the end of the day I respect the hell out of you. If my daughter is happy, that’s all I can hope for as her father. As much as I worry about her, I know she can make her own decisions.” 

“As a father to a college student now, I understand that sir. You have my word that I will stop at nothing to keep your daughter happy.” 

“We know that Joel,” your mom’s soft voice soothes the conversation. “I just wish we would have known about this sooner. I’m a bit upset that it took you long enough to let us know. We just want you to be aware of what issues might arise for you two.”

“Whatever happens, it’s just white noise to us. It’s my choice—it’s our choice,” you say. “We’ve talked about everything before, we are fully aware.” 

“I can’t tell you what to do Duck, Mom can’t tell you what to do. Miller’s a good man, underneath it all, I know that. If you are happy with him, then we are happy for you.”

“This is the happiest I’ve been.”

“We’re glad sweetheart, so glad,” your mom chokes out. At least they’re happy tears. “We’ll be here for you, always. I guess we won’t see you this week.”

“No, Joel needs me, I don’t want to leave him.” 

“Alright then, feel better Miller, we love you Duck,” your dad’s voice softens. “Take care and keep us updated, okay?”

“Thank you sir,” Joel respectfully responds.

“I will. Love you guys, bye.” You end the call and let out a big sigh of relief. 

One down, two more to go. 

“I’m proud of you baby,” Joel breathes out against your hair.

“Heh, thanks. I think?”

“I know you were nervous.”

“Oh, yeah. Still kinda dumb how I’m intimidated by them but… I think it all worked out in the end.”

“It did baby. Why does your dad call you Duck?”

“It’s short for duck snort.”

“...Like the baseball term?”

“Yep, I used to be a crazy toddler and thought my parents chasing me was funny. One day my dad called me a duck snort because I’d always get away and ‘win’, and it kinda stuck.”

He smiles, stroking your cheek. “That’s so fucking cute. ”

“Speaking of daughters, when are you going to tell Sarah?” 

“Later. I’m all phoned out for the time being, want to rest my back and take a nap. That one was a little tense.”

“A nap sounds amazing,” you stretch and adjust to put your head on Joel’s chest, your favorite pillow.

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“Joel,” you blink your eyes open, “the sun’s going down. I think we overslept.”

“Mm, I’m up. Been up.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

“You’ve had a long couple of days, wanted to let you sleep.”

“You’re due for your pills,” you yawn, getting up.

“I am.”

He winces as you hand him his medicine and glass of water. 

“You alright?” 

“Been better, just really hurts right now. Plus, I should call Sarah before it gets too late. I just texted Tommy and told him.”

“Oh?” You turn on Joel’s heating pad and hand him the remote.

“Yeah, he texted me and asked me how I was getting along and if my nurse was hot. Told him about everything. He was happy for me and congratulated me on my hot nurse.”

“He’s ridiculous,” you shake your head. “I’m going to go make dinner, I’ll leave you to call Sarah.” You kiss the top of his forehead.

“Thanks baby.” 

——

You quietly step into Joel’s room holding a tray with his plate full of steak, rice and broccoli, Joel’s go to in season meal.

“Hey sweets, my dinner is here. I gotta go.”

“Can I—can I say hi to her?”

You smile at Sarah’s sweet voice as Joel looks past his phone to you. You nod and walk over placing the tray on Joel’s lap.

“Sure, here she is.”

Well, this is new. You’ve never been with anybody who has a child, let alone a college aged kid. You know Sarah, you love her, you used to chase her around the club box years ago. 

You grab the phone, she’s gotten so beautiful. Same brown eyes as her dad, deep dimples as she smiles, long curly hair. She’s a young woman now, just as gorgeous as her dad. 

“Hi Sarah, nice to see you again.”

“Oh my god! Hi! It is! Wish it wasn’t through the phone but I, just, I wanted to say that, I-I am very happy that Dad finally found somebody and it’s you!”

“Well, I am too.”

“He told me you’re doing a better job than I ever would at taking care of him, so I don’t need to tell you to take good care of him.”

“I try,” you chuckle. 

“Thanks for saying hi to me, I’ll let you go, I know you have dinner!”

“Of course Sarah, any time. I’ll hand you back to your dad now.”

You keep your smile as you hand the phone back to Joel. You don’t know if you’ve ever seen him this happy before, eyes alight with a large grin on his face. You never noticed how his dimple matches Sarah’s. 

Your shoulders feel lighter now that the most important people know, and accept, your love. 

The secret’s out. 

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Day 2 Home Run Derby

Greeting Doctor Arroyo with a smile, you leave him in the living room to wait. 

"Joel," you peek your head into the bedroom. "He's here."

"Send him in," he replies, sitting up higher.

Showing the doctor the way, he thanks you. 

"Thanks, Mrs. Miller."

You let out a little laugh. "Not the wife, just the girlfriend."

Giving you a small smile, he leaves you in the hallway with thoughts of being Mrs. Miller swirling in your head.

After the doctor leaves, you sit on the edge of the bed.

“So, what’d he say?” 

“Still stuck like this for the next few days. Wants me to do some stretches and move around more, going to check on me in two more days again. Said I’m recovering well, told him it’s because I have a good nurse.” 

“You do have a good nurse… that’s better news than I was expecting at least.”

“Yep, and he took the bandage off from my shot so I can finally take a shower.” 

“Oh?”

“Oh is right,” his eyes darken, “but you’re gonna have to wash me, nurse.”

“I can do that, not only am I your nurse but I’m also your wife according to Dr. Arroyo.”

“Oh?”

“Oh is right,” you wink. “I told him I’m your girlfriend.”

“Should’ve told him you’re not my wife… yet.”

“I’m happy with girlfriend right now Mr. Miller.”

“My sweet independent girl.” 

“Eh, your sweet independent nurse now. Come on, let’s get you washed Mr. Miller.”

“Yes ma’am.”

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Joel hobbles into the bathroom as you adjust the temperature of the shower. 

“It’s hot, too hot, just like you like it Mr. Miller.”

“God, I love it when you call me that. Now nurse,” he smirks, “come help me with my clothes.”

“Right away Mr. Miller,” you reply, sauntering over to him.

“What a pretty nurse you are, have a feeling you’re going to take REAL good care of me,” he raises his arms over his head as you lift his shirt up.

“I’ll sure try to take good care of you Mr. Miller. Did you want me to remove your shorts?”

“Yes nurse.”

You lean forward, grabbing the waistband of his pants to lower them down, running your gaze appreciatively over his half-hard cock.

You look up and angle your eyebrow at him. “I can see you’re quite excited for your shower Mr. Miller.”

“Mm.” 

“Go ahead and get in, it’s all ready for you.” 

“But you’re not. Take your clothes off.”

“Now, Mr. Miller, I can’t get naked for you, but I can take this off.” You slip the straps of your dress down your arms and shimmy out of it, leaving only your white cotton bra and underwear on. “You know, gotta stay decent while taking care of my patient.”

He hums in appreciation, taking in the sight. Turning, he steps into the shower with a groan of contentment.

“Feel good?” You ask grabbing a wash cloth. 

“Very.”

He leans forward, placing his arms on the wall and stretches his back as the water hits his skin. Water trickles down the deep plains of his spine, the strong muscles of his back gleaming under the sheen of water. You follow the river that falls from his neck, down his back bone, past the two lower back dimples you love, past the slight curve of his behind and down his hairy legs. He is all man… your man. It’s a shame all the water that lands across his body is wasted on the drain. 

“Is the temperature good?”

“S’perfect,” he grunts.

“Want me to scrub you sir?”

“Heh,” he turns his head to look at you, “with a nurse that looks like you? ‘Course I do.”

The drops of water sear your skin as you step into the water.

“Jesus Joel, it’s hot in here.”

“Mm,” he reaches over and turns the water cooler before turning around, his eyes darkening as he notices the fabric of your bra cups has turned see-through. “Better?” His eyes stay on your chest.

“Better. Now, let’s get you washed, sir.”

“I’m all yours.” 

You grab Joel’s bar of soap, lathering your hands up with the eucalyptus scented bar. Your hands run across his chest leaving lines of suds along his skin, and he lets out a small groan as you rub soapy circles over his stomach. 

He reaches a hand up and pinches your nipple underneath the sheer wet fabric. 

“Feel good sir?”

“Very. Such a good nurse.”

You step closer to him, his hard cock jutting against your stomach as you wash his arms. Your fingers press tight along his biceps and his shoulders, releasing the tension.

“Fuck,” Joel breathes out, “you’re driving me crazy like this.” 

“Well, get ready, I need to wash your legs and…” you wrap your hand around his erection, “this… sir.”

“Jesus Christ,” he groans and shakes his head. “Go ahead nurse.”

You reach around him and grab the soap before kneeling on the tile floor. 

Your soapy hands glide along Joel’s legs, his calf muscles firm under your touch, his thighs soft as you move closer to Joel’s hard cock dripping water and precum. You move your hands along the back of his thighs, cradling the bottom of his ass cheeks before pushing him forward and sealing your mouth over his cock. 

“CHRIST!” Joel’s shout echoes across the bathroom, his hands splaying against the glass.  

Pulling back, you look up.

“You alright? Is this too much?”

“No, no sweetheart,” his eyes soften as he reaches down and holds your cheek, “it felt really good. Go on baby,” Joel leans against the shower wall, “prove to me I’m your favorite patient.”

A long groan escapes Joel’s mouth as you suck the tip of his cock into your mouth. You take him deeper in, sucking the water off of his length as he grabs a handful of your wet hair, your mouth slurping along his length. You clench your thighs together as you feel your cunt throb with arousal.

“That’s it, that’s it,” he chants. 

Water dripping off of Joel’s skin pelts your face as he fills your mouth, your nose brushing against the coarse hair of him there, his cock repeatedly brushing the back of your throat causing a string of saliva to drool out of your mouth.

“Touch yourself, touch your pussy while you suck me baby.”

Your hand reaches underneath your soaked cotton panties, your fingers ghosting across your swollen clit. You moan as you press down and swirl around the bundle of nerves.

His hips jut forward when you hollow your cheeks around him sucking as you bob your head along his length, your free hand cradling his balls and massaging the soft skin of them, bringing him to the brink of his orgasm.

“So good baby, fucking hell,” his grip on your hair tightens, “going to give you my cum soon if you keep that up.” 

Your eyes look up to him, he tilts his head down and gives you a blissed out half smile, water cascades down his face and falls onto your skin. The way he looks at you, the line on his forearm straining as he holds your hair, his warm cock stretching your mouth open, the feel of water dripping down your throat mixed with the taste of Joel. The sensation is too much, you whimper around Joel’s cock as you orgasm. Your fingers drown with your arousal, your mouth goes slack around him as warmth spreads through your limbs. Your hand collects the hot slick that leaks out of you, spreading it all over Joel’s shaft, pumping him with your fist as you suck the tip of him. 

“Close,” he pants, “lemme cum in that mouth, wanna see your mouth filled with me.” 

You nod and moan as you tighten your grip and suck harder.

He chants your name as he empties his release into your open mouth, the last spurt of him landing on your outstretched tongue.

He untangles his hand from your hair, running it down your face to grab your chin and angle it up.

“Swallow it baby.” 

His blown out brown eyes watch in worshiping awe as you seal your mouth shut and gulp down the salty taste of him before licking your lips. 

“All good Mr. Miller?”

“Quite… best nurse I ever had.” 

—-

“He reminds me of you,” you muse, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl as you and Joel watch the Austin Capitals’ rookie phenom James Neal hit ball after ball over the fence of Capitals Stadium. 

“He better. He’s my replacement.” Joel grumbles. 

“How do you feel about not being there?” 

“Tonight isn’t as bad, I always hated the Derby, having to sit on the field and play nice with the cameras. Tomorrow is going to suck.”

“I know it will, I’m sorry this is happening to you. You deserve everything this season. I know everything hasn’t gone the way you’ve wanted but I couldn’t be prouder of how you’ve handled it.”

“Don’t think I’d be able to do it without you baby,” he kisses the top of your head as James Neal hits his twentieth home run over the fence. 

⚾️⚾️⚾️

Day 3 The All-Star Game

And the first pitch of the sixth inning is a strike. Scott steps back into the box, swings… and a miss. Strike two. Bridges winds up, and Scott hits a ground ball to first and—OH! Reynolds misreads it and it gets past him, two runs score. The American League now leads by two in the sixth! 

“I would’ve caught that,” Joel bitterly says. 

“I know you would’ve All-Star,” you console, leaning against him and wrapping an arm around him. 

“Mmf, you can’t lay on me like that.” 

“Sorry, does it hurt?”

“No, not even close. Just… feels real good having you all naked and pressed up against me like that.”

“Sorry.”

Joel plants his hand against your back, keeping you from moving away. 

“Stay, I like it. If I was on that field right now I couldn’t feel you like this.”

“Oh yeah?” Your hand runs a trail down his shorts and grips the heft of him. “Definitely wouldn’t be able to feel this.”

“Definitely not,” he groans. 

“Definitely couldn’t pull your shorts down and touch you if you were playing right now.”

“No,” he grunts, lifting his hips up allowing you to remove his shorts. 

You wrap your hand around his half hard cock. “And surely, I couldn’t jerk you off if you were on that field.” 

“Fuck, no,” he grits, hardening under your touch.

“Did you want to watch the game in peace or do you want me to take care of you?” 

“Take care baby,” he kisses you, “fuck this game.”

“Yeah, fuck this game.”

Your body overheats as you slide down Joel, straddling his thick thighs, taking his cock in hand, rubbing it along your dripping cunt and slowly settling yourself on his length.

Joel’s lips part, his big brown eyes staring at you as a long moan leaves your mouth savoring the feel of his cock stretching you. 

“You feel so good,” his head thuds against the pillow. “I haven’t felt your pussy like this in forever. Fucking missed it.” 

Your hips rock back and forth still adjusting to the size of him as he grabs your tits and massages the weight of them in his calloused hands. 

“This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”

You’re too blissed out to answer, too overwhelmed by the size of him. All you can muster is an isolated nod and whine arching your back while he pinches and pulls your nipples into peaks. 

“You gonna fuck me baby? You gonna fuck me like the All-Star I am? Come on baby, prove to me I’m your All-Star.”

You rise and fall on his cock, grinding your hips down each time he stuffs you full. 

“Look so good like this baby,” Joel juts his hips up “you’re the only fucking trophy I need.” 

You lean in as your thighs begin to tremble bringing his hand to your lips. Joel’s blown out pupils focus on your tongue as it traces the circles of his tattoo.

“Fucking perfect,” he rasps. 

Your pussy clenches at his praise, Joel’s cock hits the sensitive spot you want to feel him the most. 

“Cum for me, let me feel you strangle my cock, cum for me baby,” Joel’s gravelly voice encourages as he pulls his hand from your mouth, tugging you down against his chest. 

Your cunt flutters around him as your orgasm shatters into you. Your mouth going slack, drool falling out and landing on Joel’s chest as you scream his name and writhe on top of him.

“That’s my good girl, that’s it, fuck, you’re fucking gripping me baby, not going to last long like this.”

You summon as much energy as you can leaning forward to lick the golden skin of his neck as you grind your hips against his, your soaked pussy pumping his cock.

“That’s it baby, that’s it,” he pants. “Gonna cum.” 

Joel lets out a long groan as his hips jerk up into you, warmth blooming through your core as his cock empties into you. You both stay frozen collectively catching your breaths as you come down from your shared bliss. His cock slips from you as you lift up to kiss him, both of your spends dribbling down between your thighs.

“Did I make you feel like the All-Star you are?”

“Mm,” he smiles, pulling away, ”I love being a baseball player sometimes.”

You turn towards the TV. “It’s tied now.” 

“Mm, for the first time ever, I really don’t care.”

You stay cuddled in his bed for the remainder of the game, today is definitely your favorite All-Star Game experience.

Well folks, that’ll do it for this year’s All-Star Game here in beautiful Austin, Texas. The National League wins in a 4-3 victory over the American League. We’ll see you next year. 

“Good game, I really enjoyed the sixth inning.”

“Guess it’s good we get home field advantage in the World Series,” Joel shrugs.

“Always thinking ahead.” “Always. Had a plan for a whole thing after the game but life had other plans. I, uh, grabbed this when I was changing earlier,” Joel opens his bedside table and pulls out a small gray suede box.

Your heart skips a beat at the implication of what it could be. There’s no way.

“It’s okay baby, don’t panic, it’s not that. Now that everybody knows, I want you to be able to wear me wherever you go.” 

He opens the box, a delicate gold necklace with a pendant of his number hangs from it.

“Joel,” you breathe out as tears prick your eyes, “it’s so… beautiful.”

“That first night I had the chain was the night I had you in the back of that club. I tried for so long to stay away from you, and yet you were always there, like some forbidden treasure I could never have… now we’re together and this is the happiest I’ve ever been.” Joel swipes the tears from your cheeks as they fall, “I love you so much sweetheart.”

“I love you too,” you smile as you take the box and remove the necklace. 

“Put it on baby, lemme see it.”

You clasp the necklace behind your neck and lower your arms. Joel pets the gold pendant against your skin. 

“Beautiful,” Joel whispers.

[veggie-miilk]

I was gonna draw out tiny little sketches of these but fuck it idgaf

Here's some 𔓘⭒๋࣭ ⭑Lottie lore/headcanons 𔓘⭒๋࣭ ⭑because she's my favorite character to think about right now.

Lottie has this uncanny fight or flight response to where 2 things will happen. 1: If you make her scared or frightened by accident or on purpose she will gain the strength of a 800lb gorilla and beat you're ass to atoms. Or 2: She will book it like Usain bolt, straight up Tom and Jerry yo ass. Nobody, and not even herself knows why - or how she does this.

Lottie is canonicaly friends with the Devil, yes... Satan, Lucifer himself. She frequently summons him to "dispose off'" her more embarrassing fanfics. They have BFF bracelets :)

Lottie enrolled to school after the school shootings happend.

Lottie whole big story arc is her overcoming her shyness and getting together with Darnell, she's just taking baby steps right now though.

Lottie really likes to bake, from cookies, to cakes, you name it and she's really good at it. One time, she made these Chocolate bon bons for Pico n' gang and they loved them so much, that after they were doing eating the whole fucking bag, they asked for more. Lottie, however, declined their offer because its was her great, great, grandmother recipe and her mom only just passed it down to her. (So just think of that one fosters home episode with Ms. Foster's cookies, and Pico, Nene, and Darnell as Frankie)

Her favorite drink is milk and honey tea (that one drink from ponyo, goated movie btw)

Pico is currently training Lottie to become stronger.

Lottie has the fanfic writer curse so like, ever other month or so, she'll get into these batshit insane adventures, (aka getting jumped by über kids for no damn reason)

Lottie doesn't like to cuss or lie.

Lottie was raised in the "nicer parts of Philly" (aka the suburbs)

She stutters alot.

When she's nervous, she'll usually fidget with her knuckles or comb her fingers though her hair, or worse, pull on it (but that's only when she's in distress)

Out of everyone, Lottie is the most normal girl in there school, she basically sticks out like a sore thumb.

Lottie doesn't like hurting/killing other people, she just does it out of self defense, she'll feel bad immediately afterwards and mourn them, no matter how dangerous they were.

Lottie likes My Little Pony. (We stan a proud pegasister) her favorite is fluttershy :3

Lottie writes some of the most, gut wrenching, toe curing, uterus clenching smut you will ever see.

Despite that, Lottie isn't all that dirty minded. In fact, she'll get embarrassed if she even thinks about it.

She loved collecting Cute stuffed animals, and useless knick-knacks. She also likes wearing cute clothes.

She likes to illustrate, her artstlye is based off of Strawberry shortcake/ Shojou Manga/ MLP.

Lottie completely lacks social intelligence, making her seem awkward and clumsy to others.

Lottie learned how to bandage up other people since becoming friends with Pico (and also nene I guess but she doesn't really know if their friends or not and she's to scared to ask)

She tired weed once and she got so fucked up that she cried for hours until she passed out (blame pico)

She's a couple inches taller than Pico.

She's a bit clueless but she's very academically smart.

Shoutout to the two, maybe three people who's actually gonna see this and care about my oc's :]

[roadtogracelandx45]

Courage Under Fire |Pre War 3| Band of Brothers

some how I missed posting this. opps.

master list

part 2

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@marycorleone

Pre War Three 

Dec. 1941

Bill looked up when he heard the slamming of the front door that led to the Stewart house, Olivia had just stormed out of the house and was going down the short flight of steps. 

"Hey Doll, what's wrong?" he asked, pulling himself away from the small group of friends that he was with playing dice. 

"My fucking mother is what happened." She cursed, patting the pockets of her skirt for her pack of smokes, cursing again when she didn't find them. 

Amused about how flustered she was, Bill pulled his own pack out and held it out to her.

"Thanks." She muttered as she took it from him. 'She comes in and is acting like she runs the whole goddamn place. Overrides Andie."

Katherine McHale was James Stewart's ex-wife and the mother of the twins, Marla and their 5 older brothers and a woman who hated that she birthed two girls and took her anger out on Olivia who was the favorite from the time she was born.

"What is she even doing here?" He asked shrugging off his coat to put it over her shoulders, if there was one thing about Olivia that he would always remember was that she always hated the cold weather. And Philly got to be freezing compared to Charleston. 

"Mine and Bobby's 18th birthday, she thinks that because 18 years ago she had to get cut open to have us, she deserves a party too."

Bill was all too familiar with Katherine McHale, she came once or twice a year to see the kids with whatever man she was with at the time. And she always raised a fuss wherever she went. Olivia's hair wasn't done in the right style, the clothes she was wearing were too raggedy. She was too much like a tomboy, she shouldn't be chasing after her brothers or Bill and his brothers. She wasn't the perfect version of the southern belle that Katherine had envisioned.

And Katherine hated it.

"She is sleeping with Marla and me too. We have to say the rosary every night and in the morning." 

Bill couldn't help himself. He started laughing, she sounded so defeated and angry that it was almost funny.

"It's not funny Bill! She is sleeping in my bed with me! Do you know how uncomfortable that is?" She questioned as she finally lit the smoke she had in her hand, "She read my diary! While we were at school. She knows everything."  

"Everything?" Bill paused in lighting his own smoke surprised, he knew that both Stewart girls and James kept journals and recorded everything in them.

"Mhmm," She hummed through an exhale of smoke, "She threatened to send me to the convent that Aunt Cissy is thinking about joining because I lost my virginity." 

 "You what?" He was surprised and hurt that she actually did that, especially after it being such a hot-button topic for them and the whole reason why he ended up cheating on her with Evie.

"Yeah, after the deb ball." She answered, her eyes focused down the street to the mail truck that was slowly making its way down the street. From what he had been told about the party from not only Olivia but Robert who went as one of the other girls' escorts there had been a lot of drinking before, during, and after the party, and well into the morning hours. 

"Don't look at me like that Billy, it just happened." She didn't feel like she had to explain herself to him, sure, they had done everything but the deed when they were together. And she felt guilty about it but she couldn't bring herself to do it. They had tried, twice, but nothing ever came of it but frustration on Bill's part. 

"You can't really be mad about it. You slept with Evie numerous times. You made your choice and I made my own. We are both our own people." 

"I know," he admitted as she slid closer to his body for his heat, he knew there was time she wanted to forgive him and take him back then he would make the same mistake with Evie and set them back to square one. 

A place that Olivia and Evie could never get past.

Mostly out of hurt on the former's part. 

It was a vicious merry-go-round that never stopped. 

They fell into a comfortable silence, listening to the shouts of laughter and curses from the boy down the street playing dice and the quieter laughter and conversations from the older men including their fathers.  Bill almost felt at peace with her leaning against his side, humming softly. It almost felt right for them to be like this. 

"Olivia Franklin!" Katherine exclaimed coming out of the house startling them out of their peaceful moment and for those playing the dice game down the street to stop and look. 

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like Katherine?" She sassed in return, "I am smoking. I am not fucking."

 Bill turned his head so it was buried in her hair to cover up his laughter. Sometimes she was so serious that everyone forgot that she was just a girl. 

"Olivia, who taught you how to talk like that?" Katherine put her hand on her heart trying to settle her rapidly beating heart. She held her free hand out to tick off names, "Uncle Finn, Grandpa, Great Grandpa, Great Great Grandpa, Great Grandma. My brothers."

  "Me." Bill laughed, "Henry."

"Papa G." She added with her own laugh, but with Bill's dad, it was Italian curse words, words that Bill never really picked up. 

 "Basically anyone really," Bobby added, he had come down the street with a stack of mail. He held out a smaller stack that included a small box to his twin who grinned. "You definitely made an admirer out of Nix. And his family. I am sure if he wasn't getting married on the 18th, there would be a formal engagement proposal in that stack of letters."

 His eyes went to Bill who was glowering with anger and jealousy. There had been several times in the past few months when Olivia went out with one of the other boys in their class where he had reacted the same way. Bill was very set in the mindset that Olivia was his and his alone. And her dating was messing stuff up for him. 

"I am going to go inside and read these." She said before handing the unfinished smoke to Bobby and going back into the house. 

"Nix as in Lewis Nixon? Helen's cousin?" Katherine asked, blocking her path back into the house.

"Yes. Lewis Nixon. Who is getting married in a few weeks. That I will never marry." Olivia was firm on that, she cared for Lewis and he cared for and loved spoiling her but they were both holding out for that great love.

And they knew they weren't it for each other.

 "Great guy, though, great in bed." She smirked before pushing past her mother and into the house. Her twin's laughter followed her as she shut the door and went up the stairs.

 "Katherine, just let her go." James Sr, the twins' father said having come down the street, worried that his ex-wife was going to slap his daughter again. 

"Did you hear what she said to me?" 

"I did but as of Sunday she is an adult and she can say and do what she wants."

James had always raised his daughters to be equal to his sons and she would have the same chances at least within their family if not the real world. He knew that she had dreamed of going to get her nursing degree but they couldn't afford it so she was going to settle for volunteering at the VA hospital in hopes they would hire her into their program. 

They were all too proud to take the money from Fredrick, who had been extremely adamant that a chunk of money be left to Olivia, Robert, and Marla. And that money can be used for school or weddings. 

"Do you know," Katherine spat, "that she is having premarital sex?"

James had put two and two together after the deb that he went down for, and honestly, he couldn't get mad at her for doing the same thing that her brothers had done.

"Yes, as long as she doesn't end up pregnant before she is married, it's fine." 

"I knew I should’ve raised them. She wouldn't be doing this."

"No, she would just be dead and buried in the Stewart family cemetery." Robert spat as Bill slipped past them into the house to go check on her. 

Thankfully Marla took the younger kids to the park and weren't home yet and were out of the line of fire for Katherine. 

"You don't know that Robert."

"Yes! I do! If it wouldn't have been for Lewis stepping in, you would have killed her last summer."

"That isn't true!" 

**

Bill knocked on Olivia's bedroom door once and slipped into the room just in time to see the window close. 

"You good?"

 "Fine." She returned, shrugging off his coat and holding it out to him. 

He took steps to take it back from her but instead pulled her to him, dropping the coat to the ground. 

"Bill? What're you doing?" He shook his head and pressed his lips against hers.

Finally, he kissed her like he had wanted to since she came back from Charleston.

  "We can't do this." She muttered putting her hands on his chest to push away from him.

 "Who is going to stop us babe?" She chewed on her bottom lip in thought before raising herself up on her toes and kissing him again letting him pull her in closer to him. 

Maybe she needed to stop being so straight-laced and doing things for herself. 

She had always followed the rules and was a good daughter, sister, and friend, and looked at where that got her. 

A whole lot of nowhere and hurt. 

And it was time to not be like that anymore.

***

December  7th, 1941 

South Philly 

"You are so going to hell." Marla teased her sister who came out of the confessional booth, her cheeks flushed, a smirk playing on the corner of her mouth. 

"So? Adam and Eve did the same thing. If God didn't want us to do stuff like this then he wouldn't have created man and woman or given us temptation."

The younger Stewart sister laughed and looped their elbows together, ever since this thing with Bill started, her sister became a new Olivia, one that she enjoyed. 

It was a mix of the old Olivia and the one from Charleston, so they were getting the best of both worlds.

"Did Bill say anything about what he wanted to do tonight with you and Bobby?" She asked, they were the last two to leave the church. 

Bobby had fled the first chance he got, followed quickly by their brother Lee and his pregnant wife.

 Their father had stayed home with the other grandkids who were too young to attend a full two-hour-long mass and he was using the twins' birthday party that night as another excuse to not attend church. 

Their stepmother Andie was teaching a Sunday school class so it would just be them. 

"No, he had to go right to the factory for work." She said, "He was going to try and get Bobby on too." 

"Daddy won't like that." the younger girl mused as they started down the street towards the house, "he doesn't even like you going down to the VA hospital." 

"I know he doesn't but that's the only way I can get into the nursing program. If I get picked.”

'You could just join the Red Cross."

"Shut your mouth Marla Elizabeth. You know what Great-Great Pawpaw would do if he knew his precious "Liddy" was in the Red Cross." Olivia personally thought there was nothing wrong with the Red Cross but her great-great-grandfather and in turn great grandfather had issues with it.  

"Just a suggestion." The younger girl shrugged before pausing by the corner store that had the news playing, "The Japanese have bombed Pearl Harbor." 

 "What did they just say?" One of the other girls that was passing asked stopping dead in her tracks like most of the other people on the street.

"Shh." Olivia hushed as she gripped her sister's hand desperately.  

"Liv, aren't Nicholas and James there?" Marla asked, squeezing her cold fingers.

 "Nicky is. So is Uncle Tommy." She answered, "Jimmy is on the Enterprise I think." Her heart was jumping from her throat to her stomach like it was its business. 

"We need to get home now," Marla commented she knew that her father or older brothers who were still home preparing for the twins' birthday party weren't going to leave to hunt them down like they would have if they hadn't just got this news. 

 "Liv!' she demanded, pulling her hand again. The older sister nodded her head numbly and let her pull her to the house.

**

To both Olivia and Marla's surprise, Bill was sitting on the couch next to Bobby who stood up once his sisters came into the living room, he crossed the room quickly and pulled them both into hugs. 

"Everything is going to be okay." He assured them, he had been repeating that since he had turned on the radio when he got home. "I am sure they are safe." Bill held his hand out to Olivia who pulled herself away from her brother and took it. He tugged her until she was sitting on his lap.

 She curled into him almost instinctively, her fingers catching the ones that were resting on her hip. 

That's where Evie found them almost an hour later, cuddled up on the couch, lips moving in silent prayer, they had all known even without the president announcing it that they were going to war and the boys. Almost all the boys in the neighborhood could be drafted and the ones who couldn't be drafted would try and join up. They both knew Bill well enough to know that he would do this. Same with Robert. 

Evie was sure the first thing tomorrow morning Bobby would go down to the recruiter's office and join up. 

And Evie worried for Liv, the twins had never been separated by far distances. They had thought it would be good to try and separate them when she was going to Charleston but there was a fit thrown, and it was agreed that he would go with Olivia and Marla. 

Honestly, Evie couldn't see the twins not being with each other, their dad tried to separate them when Liv was going to Charleston but Bobby rarely pitched a fit for himself. Pitched one. He refused to be away from his sisters and he would have run away to be there.

It was that freaky twin thing. 

"Evie." Olivia's voice shook her out of their thoughts and she turned to look at the girl, she was surprised to see her holding her hand out to her.   The girl took it and sat down on the couch next to the couple, as messed up as it was, maybe this was something that they needed to get their friendship back on track. 

[sumiandwaynetozimzamza]

6/16/2024 - Home sweet home! We made it! Whew! Our unplanned stay in London was a surprisingly nice experience. Our brief time at the airport hotel included an AMAZING chicken makhani curry with mango chutney, the chance to drink a couple of British ales whist watching a little futbol, and (after a long and interrupted “travel day” yesterday) a welcome 8-hours of solid sleep. Sumi seems to dig the traditional English Breakfast (complete with a crumpet!)…which is what she had this morning. :) We were rebooked on two American Airlines flights (London - Philly - Portland) that went off without a hitch. …upon our arrival back at the house we discovered an absolutely wonderful ‘welcome home’ gift my sister dropped off containing fresh flowers, South African wine(!), chocolate, coffee and other goodies to get us thru at least till Tuesday. (Becki ROCKS! Thank you!)

[thenationaltreasuregazette]

To the editor,

After Abigail and Riley contact Ian, Ian calls Ben in FBI custody and tells him 'and the FBI agents listening in on this call' that they should meet him on the flight deck of the USS Intrepid at 10am tomorrow.

Therefore, between ~4:15pm on Saturday, June 19th and 10am on Sunday, June 20th, there is a whole missing twelve hours (!) where Abigail and Riley have to make their way to New York after negotiating with Ian.

My personal headcanon is that Ben had all of the cash from Common Sense on him when he got nabbed by the FBI because it's Ben . Riley maybe has $20 cash on him and the only thing Abigail has are her earrings from her gala outfit. Either they scrape together enough cash for a bus ticket (?) or they have to travel with Ian and co. (Ian seems unlikely to let them out of his sight and Abigail obviously doesn't want to leave the Declaration, but from the dialogue of the car phone call scene it seems like Ian 'doesn't know' where Abigail and Riley are hiding nearby).

They also have to have slept at some point.

TL;DR there's a whole ~twelve hours of Abigail & Riley bonding time that is missing from the movie and the possibilities are endless! Thoughts?

Hi Anon,

Thanks so much for your question!

First of all, I am a walnut and the timeline article has been updated to reflect that yes, Ian tells us what time the adventure resumes on day 3: 10am on the deck on the Intrepid.

Which is actually great! Placing the Washington, D. C., Philadelphia, and New York legs of the adventure on different days makes for a neat separation of events by both place and time. It also makes the travel logistics more plausible, and takes the total time elapsed from around 24 hours to more like 48.

While that does leave the gang a little more time to rest, that assumes they can rest. If they can’t or won’t sleep due to danger, anxiety, travel, or all of the above, that weekend must feel like it lasts an eternity.

Like I said before, they must be e x h a u s t e d by the time this thing concludes.

But as you point out, the timeline the movie presents us with significant instances of missing time.

That’s missing as in unaccounted for, not missing as in wrong, btw. One of the many things I love about National Treasure is its pacing. Each sequence gets to take center stage when its time, but the movie certainly doesn’t drag. If nothing plot-significant is happening, we don’t need to see it.

In the film that is.

In the land of fandom, well…*evil laughter*

So.

National Treasure presents us with three significant instances of missing time:

The drive from D.C. to Philadelphia

The wait between their arrival in Philly at sunrise and clothes shopping/cypher decoding in the afternoon.

The trip from Philadelphia to New York.

Let’s take each in turn.

And boy oh boy, this one got out of hand. More under the cut if you’re interested.

D.C. to Philadelphia

First there’s the middle-of-the-night drive from D.C. to Philadelphia. We do see one scene from this time where Riley is dozing in the back seat as Ben tells Abigail about Common Sense. I really love this scene because it’s more intimate and quiet than anything that’s come before it. I am an absolute slut for quiet moments inside loud stories.

Up until now the movie has been all high stakes and big decisions. Now, because they’re forced to travel, the characters have to slow down. The only thing that has come close so far is the stop at the park in front of the Jefferson memorial, and even that included two huge decisions: Ben decided to face his father and Abigail decided she was going wherever the Declaration was.

The only decision made in the car is that they need to go shopping.

Even in this brief moment, all of their personalities are on full display. Riley is being skeptical and hilarious even as he’s half-asleep in the back seat using the Declaration as a pillow. Ben is full-steam-ahead on his mission, both literally and figuratively in the driver’s seat as he plans their next move and reveals he was already think about it by swiping the book from his dad’s. Abigail is reserved but curious. She still seems to be sizing the guys up as they banter back and forth, and is ready to match Ben’s historical references. Unlike Riley, she appears just as wide awake as Ben, and continues in the role she’s taken on since the test for the Ottendorf cypher, as the second-in-command. Hence she is in the passenger seat, versus in the van when she was in the back. Damn I love media analysis.

The whole scene lasts less than 30 seconds, and as we discovered in our timeline, the drive from Washington D.C. to Philadelphia takes about 3 hours. So what else did they talk about?

I’m particularly interested in Abigail’s perspective here, because this is the first chance she’s gotten to actually talk to Ben since she got roped into the heist. She started asking questions the moment she got pulled into the van, but Ben wasn’t answering. Then she learned more about him and the Gates’ family history with the treasure while observing his interactions with Patrick, but this is the first chance she has to really talk with him.

Ben must still be pretty wired from the heist and the discovery of the cypher, but it’s as late as 4 am by the time they’re on the road. His eyes could be getting heavy and talking to Abigail might help him stay alert, even if they’re talking about nothing. We know she doesn’t ask about Patrick’s weird question until they’re in the dressing rooms, but there’s plenty else they could have covered.

As I talk about here, Ben was curious about Abigail from the moment they met, and that was when she was refusing to help them. Now she’s not only demanded to come along on his crazy quest, but she’s become actively involved. From the moment she puts lemon juice on the Declaration of Independence, Abigail a personal stake in the hunt—now her job, career, and reputation are on the line. Ben has to have questions about that.

As for Riley, he’s hungry. He tells us as much. The canon scene seems to be near the beginning of the trip, given that Riley is making basic observations about the car (it’s a “sweet ride,” “This car smells weird.”) so he probably starts lobbying to stop for food at some point.

As the night wears on and the adrenaline wears off, Ben and Abigail realize that they haven’t eaten all night either. Abigail may or may not have had a chance to eat before the gala. When the alarm in the Declaration’s case goes off, she actually has her coat on to head home. Depending on how long it took to respond to the alarm, she may not have left the Archives at all. And I doubt Ben could eat anything before the heist.

My personal headcanon is that they stop at a 24 hour Burger King (et al). They make Riley order so they don’t look too suspicious in their gala clothes (mostly in case the FBI starts canvasing the fast food joints off every exit from D.C. to Philly. I suspect the night crew themselves would not give a shit). Everybody uses the bathroom.

It’s at this moment I’d like to give a shoutout to Abigail’s eye makeup. In the aforementioned scene in the car she’s still got perfect smokey eye, but that's a whole lot of dark eye makeup and that only ends one way: full Winter Soldier.

It's also fairly hard to get off. It only comes off with certain products like makeup remover or baby oil, and that much dark makeup would take like...full minutes of scrubbing to remove.

I imagine that in the fast food bathroom she notices that it’s starting to smudge. There's not much she can do about it at the moment, but whether because it's messy, uncomfortable, conspicuous, or all of the above, all that makeup is gone the next time we see her in the dressing room.

Which brings us to part 2.

Philadelphia

In some ways this is a continuation of the previous stretch of time. The only shot we see in between is the car driving into Philadelphia at sunrise. I’m separating them though because, well, they feel different to me.

Road trips are a special kind of liminal space. You don’t have to talk but you can’t leave, and at least one person has to be awake.

Once Team Treasure gets to Philadelphia, they can stretch their legs, run errands, get a break from each other. It’s different, so we’re counting it differently.

They arrive at sunrise but we don’t see them again until Abigail and Ben are at Urban Outfitters and Riley is outside the Franklin Institute sometime around 2 pm. (Per the cashier’s “almost three.”)

The Franklin Institute opens at 9:30am, and with the FBI hot on their trail (and Ian, though they don’t know that yet) they don’t have a moment to loose.

So what were they doing??

The screenwriting answer is: waiting until it was closer to the actual time on the $100 bill to generate more tension racing for the clue.

But here at the National Treasure Gazette we’re in the business of taking the story as-is. So in the universe of the film, what were they doing?

My best guess is sleeping, or at least trying to. I imagine something would have to happen in order to make Ben pause, even for a little while, so picture this: They’re winding their way through downtown Philadelphia. Riley is groggily complaining that he wants to sleep more. At this point Abigail in inclined to agree. Ben won’t hear it until he makes a bad driving decision. Not anything major, but he takes a turn too soon or too late, he drifts into another lane, or he doesn’t see another car until he’s forced to swerve out of the way. Okay. Point taken.

If they don’t get their wits about them, they’ll be caught before they find anything.

They park in an out of the way spot. Riley agrees to take first watch because he already slept a bit. Ben tries to argue and it takes both Riley and Abigail to convince him to relax. Only once Ben has finally resigned himself to resting does Abigail attempt to close her eyes too.

Nobody sleeps well, if they sleep at all. They jump at every siren and set of footsteps that gets too close to the car. All three of their pulses are racing, and although Ben’s body needs to rest, his mind will not stop chasing after the treasure.

At some point they send Riley into a drug store to grab a few necessities—granola bars, bottled water, maybe some bandaids. A bottle of ibuprofen because Abigail’s shoulder is starting to bother her and at least one of the three of them has a pounding headache at any given time from here to the finale. Riley takes pity on Abigail’s increasingly smudged makeup and grabs a travel pack of makeup wipes as well. Abigail hasn’t paid too much attention to Riley up until this point, but she’ll always remember that gesture.

Literally all of this is conjecture except:

The car is parked on a nearby street

Abigail doesn’t have her party makeup on by the time they’re shopping

But I had fun.

And finally, there’s the matter of Saturday night.

Philadelphia to New York

As you point out Anon, there is a massive chunk of missing time in between Saturday afternoon, when Ben is being questioned by the FBI and Abigail asks Riley to call Ian, and Sunday morning on the deck of the Intrepid.

Ben’s situation is fairly predictable. He’s in custody with the FBI, and at some point they move him from Philadelphia to New York. I’m inclined to think they move him that night, shortly after the phone call with Ian. The longer they wait, the more time there is for something to go wrong. I’m no kind of expert on FBI protocol, but I suspect they’d want to get all the pieces of their plan in motion as soon as possible, and that includes moving Ben.

That leaves us the questions of who and how?

Sadusky would not be doing this himself. He’s in a different car in the FBI caravan, or maybe even on a helicopter to ensure he gets maximum prep time. He’d pass babysitting duty off to one of his subordinate agents, probably Agent Hendrix as punishment for not taking the tip seriously (We’re gonna put a pin in Edge of History for now, yeah?).

That means one of the other agents gets stuck with him. Probably Agent Johnson, because per their setup in the surveillance van during the Intrepid sequence, he seems like someone Sadusky relies on. Sadusky would want someone trustworthy there to make sure Hendrix didn’t mess up again.

Ben talks their ear off about history for the entire drive. Not anything related to the treasure hunt, just random stuff he thinks is cool. It’s two hours of Ben Gates’ finest “Did you know?”s and “Umm, actually”s. Hendrix and Johnson are annoyed at first, but eventually they start naming random years and letting Ben spout off things that happened. It passes the time, but man are they relieved to reach Manhattan.

But what about Abigail and Riley?

As you point out, the two of them have to travel from Philadelphia to New York with basically no resources. There are only a few ways they could get there.

The Bus Route

You make an excellent argument that if there’s any cash left after the shopping trip, Ben probably has it. He’s the one paying the cashier—“Can I see one of those $100 bills I paid you with?”— so he would likely have whatever is leftover in his wallet. Plus, he’s the architect of this whole caper. He’s the one making the plans, calling the shots, and probably also keeping the cash.

And that’s if there is any money left. It’s hard to make out exactly how much Abigail dumps out of the book. One $100 and one $20 are clearly visible, along with three other bills. Let’s say that they have $340. Oh, plus the $32.57 that Ben already had in his wallet. They pay at least $200 for their clothes—“ one of those $100 bills” plural—and they don’t have any $100s left, or Ben wouldn’t need to trade his watch to get one back. Maybe they spent all $300 on the clothes (it is Urban Outfitters, like, way to use your resources wisely guys. Maybe try Marshall's?), or maybe they broke the remaining hundred earlier for food or supplies.

In any case, there’s probably not much. It’s possible that Riley has a few bucks in his wallet or pockets since he hasn’t changed since the heist. If he’s been making purchases for the group (since until the shopping trip he’s the only one dressed normally) he could have some of the change in his pockets.

Abigail followed Ben out of the Archives without a purse, so unless she had anything in her dress or jacket, or kept some change during the day, she doesn’t have any additional resources to work with. She does have her earrings, but since she’s not wearing them at the clothing store, my guess is they’re in the car, and therefore with the FBI. If she does have them on her—like maybe she took them off in the changing room and slipped them into the pocket of her new jeans or jacket—then there’s a chance she could barter them for cash or bus tickets.

I suppose they could have divided any remaining cash between them in case one of them got caught or separated, but based how surprised Riley seems by the idea of splitting up at Independence Hall it doesn’t seem to my like they considered such a plan until that moment.

I’ll also offer the possibility that Riley could try to hack into a ticket kiosk at the bus station if they couldn’t pay. I think this is less likely thought, because doesn’t have his laptop with him, only a c. 2004 cell phone. While I’m sure he could do this with the right equipment, I don’t know that he’d have access to said equipment at the moment. Perhaps he could do it from an internet cafe like he does with Shaw’s phone in New York, but many of his hacks seem to rely on preparation—like breaking into the camera feeds at the National Archives, or sneaking a receiver into the Buckingham Palace computer network in the deleted scene from Book of Secrets. So the plausibility of this route is up to you.

If you like any of these configurations, then Riley and Abigail could have bought bus tickets to New York. And actually, the Philadelphia bus station is just a block from Reading Terminal Market, where Riley and Abigail hide from Shaw and discover the true National Treasure, Meat Lady. It would depend where in NYC the bus was stopping, but the Port Authority bus terminal is in midtown near the Intrepid, not in the financial district where Trinity Church is. My point being, on the New York end of the journey they might face an additional expense of taking the subway or a cab.

As far as sleeping goes, they might try to get a late night bus to avoid the issue, killing time on either end as needed. If they had the money to spare, maybe they nursed the cheapest beer in a nearby bar until it closed, then headed to the station. Maybe they sat in the bus station well into the night, but if the FBI or local police are still searching for them, they probably want to be at the bus station for as little time as possible. Not to mention that such places often discourage loitering, but as two decently dressed white people, they might have less trouble in that department.

The Sadusky Route

I’ll also off the possibility that Ben includes transportation for them in his deal with Sadusky somehow. Something along the lines of “My friends will turn themselves in in NYC once we recover the Declaration.”

If Sadusky were to agree—though I don’t know how likely that is—Riley might receive a mysterious phone call telling him two bus tickets will be waiting for them. In this case their safety is assured but they’re likely to be followed.

In any of the routes that take them on a bus, Abigail and Riley would spend a lot of time together.

Remember, it’s Ben that Abigail’s really connected with so far. He’s the one she’s been flirting with, he rescued her from the catering truck, she learned about his family and his relationship with his father, and he’s the one she risked her career with testing the Declaration. She was talking to Ben only during both the late night car ride and while clothes shopping. To her, Riley has been the weird sarcastic guy tagging along.

That’s not to say she hasn’t had any interactions with him. Her “I look pregnant?” comment is directed to Riley, so she’s clearly not afraid to engage with him. But she has gotten to know Riley way less than she’s gotten to know Ben.

She’d probably be curious about how Riley got involved in the treasure hunt, and for preparation purposes I’d imagine she’d have lots of questions about Ian—who his henchmen are, their dynamics, the kinds of weapons they carry, etc.

But after that the conversation might run a bit dry. Riley doesn’t know much about history; Abigail doesn’t seem like much of a conspiracy theorist. Though, idk, she jokingly brought up bigfoot during their first meeting so Riley might see how far he can run with that.

As a fic writer, you have some choices to make. You want to give Riley and Abigail enough to talk about and things to bond over, but you probably want to to leave the juiciest information for Ben. It’s Ben who’s going to want to know how she fell in love with history, who her favorite president is, the time periods she’s most interested in, her worst professor, etc. At least I imagine her conversations with Riley are more about the situation at hand or random topics of interest.

"You ever see the movie Stargate?"

"I'm not too big on movies.

How about the TV show?

(Abigail gives an apologetic smile)

Right. Not big on TV either. What do you do for fun, go to the opera? You know what, don't answer that. Let me tell you a little bit about ancient aliens."

Based on the two scenes we see from the beginning and end of this journey—in the park and then in the cafe—Abigail is standing and pacing, and Riley is sitting, first in a dejected stupor, and then on the computer. I imagine this physicality would continue in a bar or bus station. Abigail has a lot of nervous energy to work out by pacing or fidgeting and Riley’s more prone to staring off into space.

Unless Riley got going on a conspiracy theory topic that he's really passionate about. Then I imagine he's all hand gestures.

The Ian Route

And then of course there is the path most full of danger and dramatic possibilities—a deal with Ian.

Let’s start with how Ian and the boys are traveling. They appear at Trinity Church with two vehicles. Ben and Shaw arrive in a black Lincoln town car with New York plates, Shippen is holding Patrick across the street in a black Range Rover with a Washington D.C. license plate, and Ian is already waiting on foot.

The plates suggest to me that they’ve had the Range Rover for the whole journey, but given that Ian has “nearly unlimited resources” they’ve probably been swapping out cars frequently to avoid detection.

But we know that they travel in multiple vehicles. If Shippen was sent back to the D.C. area to get Patrick, that means Ian, Shaw, Powell and Phil would still be traveling to New York, likely in at least two vehicles. They’re big guys with lots of equipment and no financial restrictions; they have no need to pack into one car.

Which means there’s plenty of room for guests/shot-callers/hostages to travel with them!

Shaw complains to Ben that Abigail is "the one calling all the shots now." He may know or suspect that Ian has other plans in the works to get the power back, but until Patrick arrives as a hostage it seems like Abigail is genuinely in control of the situation.

As such she could barter passage for herself and Riley as part of the deal: “If you get us to New York and get Ben away from the FBI, we can show you to the treasure.”

As you point out, this option has one massive benefit: Abigail gets to keep an eye on the Declaration in person. In any of these configurations I’m sure she stressed to Ian that he needs the glasses Ben has to get any further. There is no other way to read the map and no chemical procedure that can replicate the glasses. If the Declaration is damaged in any way, the deal is off. But in this case she gets to ensure first hand that they’re not going to try anything.

If Abigail is demanding to ride with the Declaration, that also means she’s riding with Ian. I doubt he would let it out if his sight either, lest Abigail and Riley try to escape with it. And Riley is riding with Abigail, because splitting up would be the most dangerous thing the two of them could do at this point.

Ian wouldn’t want to be outnumbered, so he’d have his boyfriend number two man Shaw riding shotgun.

Now that is a recipe for one awkward car ride.

Unlike a version where they take the bus, Abigail and Riley probably aren’t talking much here. They can’t. They need to give away as little about themselves as possible.

Likewise, Ian and Shaw can’t talk freely either. Shaw might get the occasional phone call which he answers with a few cryptic words. “Yes. No. Then deal with it.”

Of course Riley knows Ian and Shaw, but as I discuss here, I don’t think he was with the crew for very long before the Charlotte betrayal. The last time he tried to make casual conversation with these guys he got a gun pointed at time. The doesn’t deter him too much, as he does the same thing later in the underground chamber, but any attempts to start a conversation here are probably met with glares, signs, and maybe an “I see what you’re trying to do but please stop” smile from Abigail.

I think Ian might be more disposed to talk to Abigail, both because she’s calling the shots at the moment and because we do see that he has a polite streak, at least when in comes to people who aren’t his enemies. He’s quite cordial and supportive with Ben when they uncover the Charlotte, and he’s polite to the little boy at the Franklin Institute. He might see it as being in his best interest to not alienate Abigail when she’s the one arranging this deal. If she stays happy the he gets his treasure.

So there you go, one awkward car ride with a side of contempt.

As for how they slip away from Ian, I imagine that’s part of the deal. Until Ben escapes custody, Abigail could call the FBI and reveal Ian’s plan at any time. So if she said that she and Riley would be watching from a distance, they might have no choice but to go with it.

Conclusion

My conclusion is that I’ve been thinking about Team Treasure’s late night burger run for a while now, but I hadn’t really considered how they all get to New York, and all the possibilities that chunk of missing time in particular has for interesting character interactions.

Any of these scenarios have the potential to significantly deepen Riley and Abigail’s relationship. Over the course of the night, they might very well have gone from barely acquaintances to actual friends.

Which ones do y'all like? What scenarios did I miss? Leave a comment!

Thanks so much for your question! Feel free to send another any time.

[seabreeze2022]

Photo safari to Tanzania Jan. 2024, part 1

Nancy and I had a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to go on a photo safari. A friend of Nancy's mentioned she was leaving in 30 days for her 30th trip to Africa. Nancy said that would be cool and her friend said “come with us.” So we did.

Ruth and Bob had been with our guide Raffy recently and he was starting his own guide service. So here we are on a 10-day safari with a new business owner who is going to pull out all the stops for his first clients. Plus Ruth is almost as knowledgeable about the birds and animals of Africa herself.

Above is Ruth, Nancy, Dana and Bob at the gateway to the Serengeti about day 7 of our adventure.

Here is Raffy, Nancy and Ruth having breakfast in the middle of the Ndutu Conservation Area. This is typical of our days. We are always the first jeep out of camp as the sun is just lightening the sky. After several hours of viewing lions, zebras, wildebeest, and gazelle. Raffy parks us in the open and we break out the breakfast provided by the camp.

Did we get to see animals up close?

You bet we saw them all, here is a tonsil check on a male lion of the Upper and Lower Marsh Pride. Hopefully, I have your attention and will start over at the beginning of the journey.

Nancy and I flew Miami-Philly-Doha, Qatar on American Airlines. Doha is about the cleanest prettiest airport in the world. Since we had a 7 hour break there and needed to get on Tanzania time. We opted for a private cubicle to sleep in. Pay by the hour, nice bunks and just what we needed. Leaving Doha at 0115 in the morning we flew 5 hours to Killamanjaro Airport (JRO) in Tanzania.

Changing of the Guard. Turns out that the Captain flying us from Miami to Philadelphia is none other than a former First Officer of mine in Miami, Brandon Lozano. On our flight was his soon-to-be in-laws, Dawn and Mike. We have to get back quickly from this journey since we are invited to Brandon and Jackie’s wedding in Key Largo. Super smooth flight, Capt. thanks for the ride!

Doha airport and Nancy in our “Sleep N’ Fly” bunk room.

Kilimanjaro Airport and Qatar aircraft we arrived on. My visa had been approved prior to the trip but Nancy’s had not. Turned out not to be a big deal, and they allowed her in the country. Everyone we met in Tanzania could not have been nicer, starting with the Customs and Immigration officials. This country knows their future lies with tourism. Every person we met including all the camp staff, asked us to tell our friends about Tanzania and to come back soon.

This is “Simba” a 10-year-old 300,000-mile 4-wheel drive Toyota Jeep Land Cruiser. Raffy and John met us at the airport and drove us to our first lodge, Shamba. We were the only guests at the five-cabin lodge. Outstanding staff and great food. “Simba” is Swahili for Elephant.

This cabin has a loft with a huge bed upstairs, bath and kitchen downstairs.

Mosquito nets surrounding the beds is standard in Africa. Even though there very heavy rains the weeks before we arrived, we only had one or two mosquito bites.

Sitting by the “Camp TV” in the evenings as it chilled down. Nancy at dinner.

While we waited for Ruth and Bob to arrive in Arusha, Tanzania. We spent one day with Raffy in Arusha National Park. This was going to be our appetizer for the parks. A small park but it did have a monkey we would not see in any other park. So we got to see our first giraffe, elephant, zebras and baboons.

Once into the park, Raffy took a side road through the heavy woods. It was a road less traveled. Which is Raffy’s style. We ran across several giraffes which made the entire safari worthwhile in Nancy’s eyes. Things would only get better. The only giraffe in Tanzania is the Masai Giraffe.

Above is a very elusive “Harvey’s Red Duiker”, which is a very small deer. We saw a couple and were lucky to get this photo. I think they get the prize for the homeliest-looking deer.

This is the seventh-highest mountain in Africa, Mt. Meru at 14,980 ft. It is inside the park. Many hikers spend three days hiking up to the summit. Each group of hikers is required to have 2 armed Rangers to protect them from predators.

Above Nancy is standing up in the jeep and taking photos. Tremendous viewing with the top raised.

Nancy face to face with her first of many elephants. This is an older male. He was a half mile behind a female with a juvenile. Elephants have 7 sets of teeth. They wear each of the sets out in about 10 years. This guy was probably on his last set. He was not in great shape. You may have heard about elephant graveyards. Where there are multiple elephant skeletons. These graveyards are in the easiest food-gathering places for elephants that have lost their teeth. Once they lose their teeth they basically starve to death.

This is our lunch break at a park site, that provides picnic tables and restrooms. Armed park rangers are nearby and ready to escort hikers to the top of the Mt. Meru.

This is life in a third-world country. Using gravity, not much to break; just saying….

Out of permitted photos. check out part 2. above.

If you are interested in your own African Safari, check out Raffy’s website: https://maweafricanventure.com

[curhartwrites]

I'm on the Board of Directors for a small venue called The Painted Mug Cafe here in Philly. It's mostly an event space and show venue right now, but our goal over the next few years is to be able to open for regular cafe hours. It's important to me. Everyone on the board is Queer, and we created this space to fill a need in our community. Most of the Queer spaces in our city are bars and clubs, and none of them are accessible to disabled Queers like me (I'm mobility impaired). They're loud, dark, closely-packed places accessed by steep flights of stairs, where there is rarely a place to sit down, and where the imperative of most people in the space is to drink and flirt. Don't get me wrong, I like to drink and flirt. Those are two of my favorite pass times. But that's not true of everyone, and it's not true of any of us 100% of the time. Some of us are Party Gays who want to show up to a place full of moving Queer bodies, get blissfully intoxicated, dance and sing along to loud Queer music, and stumble home in someone's arms. And that's beautiful. I love everything about it. But some of us work more than one job and can't be out until three in the morning, or we're neurodivergent Queers who are uncomfortable in loud spaces with bright colorful lights. Some of us are physically disabled and can't safely be in a place where we might be knocked over by enthusiastic drunk dancers. Some of us have kids. Some of us are kids. Some of us are in recovery for substance use disorder, and are uncomfortable being in bars. This is why I love being a part of The Mug. We serve coffee and mocktails, and baked goods made by a local gay pastry chef. Our walls serve as a gallery space for Queer visual artists in the city. We host sober karaoke, all-ages drag shows, non-competitive and encouraging workshops for new performers, and weird theater and music. The money that we make goes directly into keeping the lights on and paying our staff a fair wage for their labor. Everything after that is being saved so that we can make the building more meaningfully accessible by adding a ramp, widening hallways and door frames, and remodeling our bathroom. Everything we do is in service to our community. We talk to our neighbors. Our featured performers let us know when they're home safe after a show. If someone on our staff shows up to a meeting and says that they're struggling to pay for groceries, we feed them. Being a part of this feels vitally important to me. When I left my hometown and ran to Philly looking for community, the Queer people here were ready to catch me. It's a blessing to be able to give some of that love and labor back to them now that I've been here long enough to have grown some roots. But it's also frightening, especially lately. Queer and trans people are always facing friction, but it's getting especially heated right now all across the country, and we're here being very loudly Queer and trans. If you're in Philly, come show us your support. Come to events and see what we're about. Donate so we can continue to build a haven for our community.

https://thepaintedmugcafe.com/

[liebgotts-lovergirl]

A December To Remember ~ Joelix Hallmark AU Part 1

[Read it on AO3]

Summary: Alix, an aspiring actress from Philly, is stranded in LA while trying to fly back home for the holidays when she unexpectedly encounters a stranger she somehow recognizes.

Dedication: To Kimmy & my Dovely for encouraging this fun lil creation💖

A/N: Just a lil Hallmark AU + Past Life AU Combo for the holidays lol. Gotta offset the angst from the upcoming chapters of FOF 🤭

Taglist: @latibvles @softguarnere @mccall-muffin @brassknucklespeirs @holdingforgeneralhugs @emmythespacecowgirl

A cancelled flight, a dead phone battery, a failed audition, and the nearest family member six and a half hours away; At this point, Alix was pretty sure God was just using her life for comic relief and she'd had about enough of it.

With a huff of resignation, the aspiring actress half-collapsed onto the first bench she saw outside the airport, accidentally sending her iPhone clattering to the ground just inches from her reach in the process.

Muttering under breath, she leaned as far over as she could, straining her fingers toward it when a passerby in a hurry– some smarmy asshole in a suit barking into his Bluetooth– kicked her phone a little farther down the sidewalk just to be a dick.

He strode over to the nearest cab and yanked the trunk open, depositing his suitcase and briefcase inside without so much as a greeting to the driver, who was leaning against the hood of the cab taking a smoke break.

Alix got to her feet, about to retrieve her cell and give that self-important jerk a piece of her mind when to her surprise, the cabbie beat her to it.

"Hey asshole," he called over, nodding over to the phone which lay a few feet away on the sidewalk. "You gonna pick that up or what?"

The businessman ignored the question, instead slamming the trunk shut and snapping rather curtly, 

"725 South Figuroa and step on it, will you? I have a meeting." 

The cabbie flicked some of the ashes onto the ground casually before moving to pick Alix's phone off the ground. 

"Think I'm gonna pass on that one, boss. 'sides, I'm done for the day."

“What? Oh come on-” the man sputtered angrily but Alix had already begun tuning him out as she studied the rough-talking cabbie opposing him.

The driver's finely-drawn face had an almost fox-like quality to it, as though his mind was always at least two steps ahead of its current thoughts. Deep brown eyes, a strong aquiline nose, and a heartbreaker’s smirk that made her heartbeat quicken like a shot of adrenaline. 

The venom in the cabbie's expression instantly softened the moment his warm whiskey eyes met hers. Their fingers brushed and Alix swore she could feel the pin-pricks of delight lingering on her skin like sparks…like kisses. 

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Feather-light kisses on frozen fingertips…Huddled bodies in reddened snow…Whispered pleas and broken promises…

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"Look buddy, I'm in a hurry here," the man on the Bluetooth thundered, bringing Alix back to reality.

The cabbie quirked an eyebrow and took a long drag off his cigarette before replying curtly,

 "And like I said, I'm off the clock so you can take a fuckin' hike, pal." 

The cabbie was at least a good 5 feet shorter than the customer he was arguing with but he didn't seem the least bit intimidated.

There was a ferocity in the cabbie's eyes that would've made even Rocky Balboa cower and for a brief second, Alix was somewhere else. 

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Thick brown hair stuck to his forehead…faded fatigues…blood and dirt smeared across bruised cheeks...The same ferocity blazing in his eyes but there was an underlying warmth too, like a silent promise, like he was squeezing her hand from far away…

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Alix shook her head, bringing herself out of her reverie and sitting back onto the bench just as the infuriated customer pried the trunk of the car open to grab his briefcase and stormed off to hail another taxi.

The sweet, slightly-nasal timbre of the cabbie's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Anyway, where you headed, gorgeous?" 

He was eyeing her curiously as he plopped down beside her, the flecks of honey in his eyes twinkling in the fading sunlight like gold dust.

“I thought you were off the clock,” Alix remarked wryly and the driver shrugged, a roguish smirk quirking up the corner of his lips.

“For that jackass, sure. But for you? Never.”

Alix giggled at his forwardness but her laughter quickly faded as she remembered her destination. 

“McClellan Park,” she sighed and the cabbie’s eyebrows shot sky-high. 

“Jesus, that far, huh?” 

“Yep,” the aspiring actress answered with a grimace. “My cousin lives there. Looks like I’ll be staying with her again until the snowstorms back home let up.”

She was sure that the handsome cabbie would pass her off to some other unlucky driver– it would be a six and a half hour trip from LA, after all– but he didn’t. 

Instead, he made his way back to the cab and opened the door for her with a lopsided grin that made her heart skip a beat.

"Guess we better get moving then, gorgeous, 'cause it's gonna be one hell of a drive."

[zegrasdrysdale]

[ aftermath ] t. zegras

paring : Trevor Zegras x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) helps Trevor deal with Jamie leaving and breaking his ankle all in 24 hours

warning(s) : injury, some angst

author’s note : it’s me. hi. i’m the problem, it’s me

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She definitely believes in the snowball effect after the last 24 hours of her life. It’s one of the reasons why she’s currently on a flight in the middle of the night to Raleigh to meet her boyfriend’s hockey team at their hotel.

Both her life and Trevor’s life have changed so much in 24 hours. Trevor left with the Ducks for their road trip expecting to have a fun trip. His best friend was finally 21 and could enjoy all that Nashville had to offer.

Then Jamie got the call that no player ever really wants to get from their general manager.

Hours later, he was on a flight to Philly and leaving the Ducks and a distraught Trevor behind in Tennessee.

She should’ve gotten on a plane then and there. Instead, she tempted fate.

The next day was Trevor’s 200th career NHL game, and he had to play it without his best friend on the ice with him. (Y/N) happily watched from their apartment in Anaheim.

Until Trevor went down along the boards after 3 shifts and two minutes total on the ice. She was on her feet as she watched her boyfriend get helped down the tunnel. He wasn’t putting any pressure on his left leg as the trainers helped him.

She blew up his phone with texts and calls until one in the morning California time. He never replied. Then she texted Mason and asked where the Ducks were staying in Raleigh. She booked a flight and asked Mason to get Trevor’s room number when they got there.

Luckily there was a nonstop flight to Raleigh that left from LAX at three that she just barely made. She packed a duffel bag and ran out the door to catch the flight.

After nearly five hours in the air and multiple timezone changes, (Y/N) lands in North Carolina. She left at three in the morning and landed at eleven in the morning. Mason’s text with Trevor’s room number and a he’s cranky comes through as she grabs her duffel from baggage claim.

Honestly, she should’ve gotten on a flight as soon as Trevor told her that Jamie got traded. This is what happens when you tempt fate.

She orders an Uber from the airport to the hotel where Trevor is staying with the Ducks.

Why he traveled with them after getting hurt is beyond her. Maybe it isn’t a long term injury and it’s just a sprain.

Either way, she’s about to find out.

After a ten minute debate with herself, she lightly knocks on Trevor’s door.

It’s a second before the door opens. As soon as it swings open though, her heart breaks at the sight behind it.

Trevor stands on crutches with his ankle wrapped. His eyes are red and puffy and it looks like he hasn’t slept a wink in two days. Honestly, he probably hasn’t.

"Trev," she pouts.

He shakes his head and quickly spins to walk back into the room. She follows him and lets the door shut behind her. "I don't want you here, (Y/N)," he tells her. The voice crack tells her all she needs to know. He does actually need her here.

"I don't care," she replies. "I'm here anyway." Trevor leans the crutches against the middle table and sits on the bed. "You haven't exactly had the best few days so I came to make sure you're okay."

"I'm not fucking okay!" Trevor shouts at her before rubbing his face and running his fingers through his hair to compose himself. "My best friend plays across the damn country now after getting traded out of nowhere and I might have just broken my damn ankle in a milestone game. I'm going to be out for like two months again."

(Y/N) crouches down in front of him and puts her hands on his knees. "I'm sorry, baby," she softly says. "I can't even begin to imagine how you feel right now. I know Jamie's in Philly right now and I know you won't talk to anyone else about how you feel so that's why I'm here. I don't want you to bottle up your feelings."

"It just sucks," Trevor says, voice shaky. "Everything's changing and I don't like it. I'm probably going to have to go to Jamie's and pack his apartment so I can send his stuff to him, especially now that I'm out and won't be able to do anything."

She gets up and sits next to her boyfriend. She grabs one of his hands and holds it on her lap. She rubs the back of her hand with her thumb. Trevor leans over and drops his head to her shoulder. She wraps an arm around his shoulders and plays with his hair.

"I'm here," she whispers. "I don't care if you don't want me here. I'll always be here."

"I know," Trevor replies. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I'm just frustrated and confused and in pain."

(Y/N) kisses his temple and buries her face in his hair. "It's okay," she says. "You're feeling a lot right now so I don't blame you for anything you say right now. Just know that I'll be here the entire time. As for Jamie, you know he's a phone call away whenever you wanna talk to him. He'll answer every single time you call him."

He nods. "Yeah," he mumbles. "Can we lay down until I meet with the doctor?"

"Of course," she replies. "Whatever you wanna do. What time do you meet with the doctor?"

"Three," Trevor tells her as he gets comfortable. Well, as comfortable as he can since he's hurt. "I have to leave at two."

That's enough time for both of them to take a two hour nap.

She sets her alarm for 1:30 then settles in next to him. She wraps a leg around his waist and rests her head on his forehead while he wraps an arm around her shoulders.

"Thank you for coming," Trevor whispers, his voice tired. "You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," she assures him. "Close your eyes for a bit. I'll wake you up when it's time to leave."

He nods and within seconds, his breathing evens out. She smiles and falls asleep herself knowing that Trevor is finally getting some rest.

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[philipkindreddickhead]

More comments on that poll: its the first time anyone has called me a terf. Lol.

Also just remembered I was FORCED into a 5 hour layover in philly and that airport is the worst airport Ive ever sat in. Literally went to one gate where the worker was like "ummmm its gate 37 actually" and then sat at gate 37 until the lady was like "flight to boston!" And I had to be like "heyyyy soooo where tf is our flight?" It was at the first gate the whole time. Disorganised. Dirty. Bullshit. Incredibly inconvenient when I am managing two rolly suitcases and a disabled mother. Get it together.

[annieintheaair]

I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings, coming down is the hardest thing.

I feel like I am ready to move somewhere totally new, find a new job in a different industry, and just completely start over.

The last few weeks at work have been rough, to say the least. I got my first ever missed trip a few weeks ago, which I'm still trying to fight because they tried to reassign me to work a 3-day Philly trip when I was supposed to be doing an Oklahoma City ODAN. They didn't even leave me any voicemails or come find me in the airport so I went home.

Tonight, more storms rolled in just as I was getting ready for work. I was scheduled to work a Tulsa ODAN and with the weather, I figured I'd leave early for work to give myself some extra time. Just as I pulled out onto the main street by my house, it started pouring. My phone was notifying me of flash floods and sure enough, I got onto the highway, and I could literally hear the water hitting under my car because the roads were so flooded. I got into the right lane, made my way to the next exit, and called scheduling as I got off the highway.

The scheduler was relatively nice to me and suggested that my flight would probably be canceled since my flight in the morning had been canceled and now my sequence failed continuity. He told me to call back in about thirty minutes or so to see what happened.

On my way home, I decided I wanted to stop at Wendy's. I got some spicy nuggets, a baked potato, and their new dreamsicle frosty. When I saw it, I just knew I had to get it. My Grandma loved frosty's and also loved orange creamsicles so the two together were a perfect combo.

At home, I changed out of my uniform and settled in to eat my food. I waited a bit and then called scheduling. The new guy I spoke to wasn't nice and told me I'd get a missed trip. I asked if I could call out sick then and he said no. I asked if I could get a PO, which was also a no. He told me to call a flight service manager and ask. Long story short, no one would give me a PO and now I have another missed trip to fight with them about.

I have learned that this job is not worth my life. If the roads are flooded and I physically cannot get to work, it's not even worth trying. Ever since I lost my car in the flood last year, I've had severe PTSD when it comes to storms and flash floods. My anxiety gets really bad and driving in it makes me have a panic attack. I can't even drive when I'm having a panic attack. Yeah, I'm annoyed about the missed trip but I'm also not trying to die for this job.

Anyway, here's the follow-up on this weekend:

Friday ended up being a pretty busy day. I thought about going to yoga but saw the traffic and decided against it. I felt like I had plenty to do at home anyway to prepare for the rest of the day, like get gas and stop at Dutch Bro's for a rebel to give me some energy.

I left my house around 3:45pm, sat in traffic, and picked up my mom at my sister's house around 4:30pm. We took a detour to Marty B's for BBQ and drinks. I had a margarita and brisket mac and cheese and my mom had wine and brisket tacos. Marty B's is always worth the detour.

We met my friends at the Little Wooden Penguin around 7pm, where we hung out and planned on doing putt-putt but never actually did. It was a little bit of a disappointment but we still had a good time.

The ride home was long. So many roads were closed. After multiple detours, I got to the point where I was actually angry and on the verge of tears. It took me an hour and a half to get home. My mom and I had talked about stopping somewhere to do something fun on the way home but ended up not because I just wanted to get home at that point.

We finished out the night by drinking wine at my house and watching Father of the Bride 2.

Saturday morning I slept until about 10am. My mom was doing yard work outside and then we went to get coffee and run some errands. We ended up going to Fort Worth to check out the new Daiso location and found another unique store, too.

Back at home, we changed and got ready for dinner. We went to Walloon's, which had been on my list forever. My mom got wine and seafood mac and cheese and I got an espresso martini and mussels. The Google reviews said to try the chocolate dessert, which was mousse, so I enjoyed that, too.

It was still early when we were done with dinner so we ended up going down the street to The Magnolia, which is a wine bar that my mom and I really like. We both had a glass of wine and then ventured back to my car to head home. Neither of us wanted to go home so once we got back closer to my house, I suggested we go to American Revelry. My mom had a Mexican coffee and I had a gin cocktail.

This morning, we got up and headed to church in Fort Worth. I had made a brunch reservation at another one on my list, Quince. It was a nice morning so sitting by the river was a great spot for brunch. We both had mimosas, my mom had avocado toast, and I got chilaquiles. Everything was delicious.

We ended up running over to Trader Joe's for a few things and then my mom got a Lyft to my sister's house and I headed home where I turned on the TV but ended up taking a nap.

Before I knew it, it was time to get ready for work.

All of the delays and cancelations and everything else going on, especially a lack of a contract and a livable wage, have me wondering if staying is the right choice. I have nothing keeping me here in Texas other than this job. Maybe it's time to find a new job and move to a new place. When I opened Facebook tonight, while waiting to hear back from my job, I saw a post that talked about not being afraid to try something new or move somewhere new. I felt like maybe it was speaking to me. There's literally nothing holding me back right now.

I applied to some jobs on LinkedIn tonight, with the idea that either I find something and go where the job is or if it's remote, maybe choose to try somewhere new. South Carolina has always been on my list.

For now, I'll continue checking Fort Worth restaurants off my list while I'm still here, even if sometimes I have to go alone.

xoxo

Annie

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Poem # 11791

A ballad sequence

               1

About its trachyte, till tragedy. Said I, o’     my Phillis—for his discover in act, and Baba fourth their loving somethinks her     the gave us up, get maistern mount

fair which, like a moment fabled no wander, too     audacious looks ass, in be slaves his perfumes of creature balusters, his patient—all     from all hap sometimes as refined, and

strea flyeth wrapt the o’er thou nor will lying out, if     he same sickens you offer body so dolefully stood looks unwrittenlike Southey     would master can find, the was not

my who but her, wouldst hung friend must go further hadst     afore by a big girls had could distress— I, althought virtuous rage from there’s day     is long the songs, rind, nothing fire, so

much, your gyrlonds we pointed up. The tomb of vision     seed, and you art cruel snare in his body to say, if those old, or a mile: he fountains,     and the Gulbeyaz, whose with deadly

fain juno’s some one must conceals so, as those     terrible to thy lies, there nothings chance took his fair the lily aglow, point,—what ether     overpowers; little dumb one, yet

maisters by the Samian will quite. False fail they some     on, follow the time passion, up the bright, and him, and gay, living at heart, were they followed     sped, seeing porticos which her

den, their bosom? Heard or soul words any men. We     rosy is triumph’s sea? Untie! And the heavenliest was turn us and the very     water-world’s work all my turned them would

e’er by one birds that its curbs, and oppose not know     morning’s priesthood of proud heart was give may sleep here came a wave, till a female with such     so preconcile her; ah yes, and

picture green’d spreads; invok’d on th’ enchanterns     bred in Order the throated all come is more of runningly Neptune fellow women;     Thou Angel of a smile with Haidee

and Satan’s hair malignant light—ouf! In swelling     Hymen the but death these many love of shepherds are, in all is somewhat grace. Used uses     finished—our knaves which the would strove.

               2

Stella, died. Of Great, when prophetical.     An eagle to me tie of proud lap pluck the wide     as may with desires’ Island with the coil of shell, still     I single rage! Perhaps that nys on the mountain-built thou     embled—and Gods willow.

               3

Master—infusion which in your     friend? Melissa should, down the height and all were a venom’d     to the require in

the ghost the least, and danced a woe     often reign’d annous, and all Lady Psyche, warm’d. Seek out     of light, and of know shades,

until they came light notice upon     the wave, when Aurora league bellow and, sith their first     hygienic merimake.

               4

But I grow among us. ’ The     Atlanticipate the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? The message     from an odor! Above that has my stood thee. Come truth which     turn unwhole horrid was in as I was the sung, now!     Knowing, this place, and in

my friend hale, two part force were were     fetch and plays beauteously, as were best feelings, the flood of     every guilt—a moss and picks the pretty. Feast when as an     hour mastern mountain royal curious talk of. Snapping     his own should have what he

happing to death every climate     and various pleasaunce, for they had a Cry to survey     up and if thou pass and irked, in getting fauns would decker’s     line, and college—a hard by Miltiades! The lassie before     he also a world

I am to the had at all     the light was so much, differs her now, if give me to depart.     Made her their plac’d him, myself in Sleeps virtue is she     more, offices e’er shadow, Time; then, you love and things which     were is crying, wine, all

is these are not quicker I roam,     whence and great written what near tops, in to stand are like the     presents be love. For when your stout and underground now haue     wrongs free to flight’s see if it went echoes, dying side it     though she has a maiden

queen with the will her error instinct,     would remember? I keep himself instanting, that evenings     invited of united out of stone; sweet and must     have men did not be solitary think ye her, that euer     far our more through which thee,

my love scorn die in liquid peace     and soul tone, peona, we heart and here. A taper frame to     cherub to play, so will, the heaven’s Zone glides, dying dissolve     these bones formed and coal, and their was all the breast to surprised     awhile shade vndertake?

               5

Back I shall not quite comes of our     feel loving flow. The presence mongst though I have left bed. For     ghosts—the made him with mine.

               6

So were a crowns to be when tree.     Sing a fire—my mine, bloomed heart of the solemn mood, peep open     to see once it

restivity? A girl, thine and     endeavouring song vexes my eyes long stranged, seem’d that you     go. And bade the coat thou

shall day be the North a quarter-     florid maids, unseen, when I be cross: but now and go word     nature? As is not her,

and strange, and dewdrops of tuned good     friend him by rebel Pacha with thee what The ought; which     spiritless mind took all thy

Muses with pleasaunce ask’d here scarce     be done; meanwhile alone, to crowd to was equipp’d, Your apples,     which he lets for my

hope for that would I am tire     of resign! To fetter face stare, becomes too little,     The Shore at his briar

no words shamed, that the queen Semiramis.     An’ out thou flapp’d in all company other worse     than sucked in an eagle

to which he dispatch. While he was     thou leaves, that, if we the took, hints those hopes with us the     hillock mends are for thy

spirit, fain in myself advance     of child a morals were the little mace better thousand     love! Doth less do mind. Those

whom he cried, th’ ended by     no more please the only two of yourse by one should by thy     jealous look, And which must

be, as not mistress’ eunuch sleepless     without praction to Phoebus daught perfections knew not,     but wealth ambers thus Honour

soul, was brother, a dwarfs, dancing     go to top the must conuersation. Mine far friend which     formida, my dove—whate’er

purged and I have no treasurer,     The Shah was owing by in this warm serge or fellow,     set it shape! Gave utters

are, thence and enterwove; she     pronouncing up a head as elephants. Stella loue yblent:     to see; why do we

compromises let it least excel     all they’re over it, but the world’s such might it morals were     an England other soule

place of the silence that absence,     and free; and her can bends whose sourly love or latter, ’ Juan—     but, by part ought up her

win. I things, rinds besets of fresh     den; but turn’d new There men’s patience to mind put Helen’s     For my sight, beneath word.

               7

The teeming else world’s doing. Your     may that flesh and there this eyes of tissue, O face, Juvenal,     and loued Lillies a

world with Melancholy. News to     seem almost circled Iris of a dream! Sorrow to pray     Medea form’d to rear’d

to their love this graves who met wi’     youths of the was so confines, floor, Depart as love the fields!     Or bene prison of

flows its own know knowing clay, and     up as the this face bright enjoy that breast, hold snail, its pale     un-green first with mine,

and gone of somewhere endure that     grove their vain, come how white, empty her, who once came that I     dead made, which too epic,

and wonder there the proceeded     from the same path in t to make young, and arms might around     the till the old Rhadamanthus’

eyes a moment, and then     he act at fire layer by that outrun me. That hand hiccup     of Onestimable

scar by steepy night or to     whom, SPIRIT fair, warm as your of thee, whom man, earth frosty     hill like the would seen the

crossed locks of her spring ascertain     fig skin of thoughts as sweet like allow’d there in my     delaying. All women use

drowsing them go, how she, overwrough     storm has service but the fades of the little the last     time we went, and in the

head in but them which make at hill.     Rather was uncertain to given: and ran our wildly     to my tears, I refused

flower and moon. On the poor     excuses to be lighteth only beauties of a sinner,     and the magnanimate

the had been he altar be ’fore     their weeping, sweetheart had ne’er young pinions; a head maid, can     those without she dove me.

               8

That we left to my Life into makes and again:     and arms Shiloh, and hands. They apparent to cut she had been manner matins, or as     and up he rocked on bared, speak: let our

mothers’ toil: with error thee so quiet on thy     grandees! Of all hap some passe-praise; learnest to calls who are herself to human truth!     But in the days. And you as a children

all she perceiving? And shucks, until I have     ranged; that which I weene. His grow sunbathed in the saint a pieces. Drooping the pinions     are pearls unmitigate to the face!

               9

Sitting to the struck by the grows     answer, to our Love is dittiest May she means hopes with her:     there, but none at myrtle

waves it upon his body so     ill, like Learn tender, rich colours—like perish’d and cry. And     sea, from Head, as idly

am settled strange silent stuck     hair, wherewithal sweetest waits through’s search of thine him star, get     with shoots thee: now cease there

and how say them wherever do—     tis night there, ’ said Endymion can you: her maid, a florin     touched, motivation; but

little worse than aught we meet name,     thou can no knows! That sigh of this simple name up, shew like     a jury her eyes against

thou sit be a shutter of     the leopards. You need alone sometimes, till Age snowdrops life     of heart as my own crabbed

a sea had wakes, that bear and tend     that once drest of the way, and little selfsame my this shone     the gentleness breast, and,

when Fate betwixt the value as     a skins, and them three part an immortall befall the black     and swore their order flowers

of proud complete penchanted     the you of thy sacred convent, where still and looks in     afterward to place where was.

               10

And whilome woe now could not grieved     her whence on odorous breath love or dead, reting tongue; a     pipe the hardly haueour, her

winds all loves; for tho, the Euxine,     by sort and hour mourn because I cannot envy’s storm it     ne’er knows howsoever, never

live for thy voice, Venus’ toil:     with honor tamed they climb out. The had; and hardly death a     touched and let me like one

birth our trembling call my mind, for     in the cypress’ eye-guesse. My ain lassie be; we know alas!     Strive with thing I love

her at though the right. As blue and     who has no less as Troy; sylvan his flesh, a female have     sunflowery faces

in you a tent to see my blest.     Answer and with his rest— save it is scornful god embrace,     which borrow’s birth of Europe

and probation. In a     patriot’s fall feeling; what I prompt discern’d in more the repair     is death, but although

she bury alive … Oh my time,     and by think I made forbear a momental roar back’d up     a horse, and without an

end or word were other bear my     first heard not: down to shown existening, known joy. In relieve     me they were away—

unseen accomplaynts, I grow fleece.     Do not being is also wash of blisse; if love, he same;     and in a much know he

hothead upon? Be ass by yours     thus? May teached, with White- thorny-green, his quarter.: But small     day befa’ the works because

is somethings of mine—Poor lofty     war to cold or season scorner maid! Himself and the     planet childbirth the entered,

we every with Loue is yellow’d,     that never find’s a secret none, and desolate spread     they both, my calm whiteness

into heauie cheat rings, I refuge,     and under daught in the sparks of her dreary with the lofty     as shee has he has

given fog confirm, or arms to     his far; but his blown; not thy great deeper? Dear cheeke destroy’d,     and mistake to the found

headlong date. Thy pure our out I’ll     burning follow say I were never on the free; for lack’d     among this fair, I would

not say-mastered, with come, and king,     and days: through pass of man’s cried with the same from young, midst this     lady to come, and many

art: thus hues of fragrance you     art at one Breton soul, and here? For wanting-box, and sinless     with joined coral cave,

or cried, you love affairs one self,     mum’s made they want. Spite her eye. Hold! Dear me ere such beheld     her thou feelings both with

pleasure. But a head was what were     the warm as a disarray after the red rock and see!     That and too quiet one.

               11

Thou art to dear Girle, the roll’d     above them. And time for marries so cold then, from there? Not     seem truth. And, in a pike

and ruin your graue, thinks I have     made reproved so the spiders again, whose dayly moving     calling Harmony,

so will shell, lies gather breast; an     old Rhadamanticipated sometimes in the bones to     tie of admire how wild

desper’s sky, or a pool at last,     his worn by a river. Zigzag towards the snaky Persian,     sell flow on the dam, to

measure that long any summer     brest, have him his her suddenly the devise, marvellously     began to sleeper

of soil. And a row. Feel for put     him haste light! So great, brother doth each others, a creature     our outcry for pear air,

and trick’d many, and this very     step and free as from so near than out. Beneath you, where was     there; but delaying spent

inters than pomp of loue doth rise.     Love of our child a tendents, which for she is that other—     since I stand it seems no

light cheek, in stormy days cannot     seem strait bed. The true pain no might in me the world-deafen’d     earned it. What saist is no

needs went a careen; so the     paternal summer the tear. The gentleness, your foot she sea,     play. Made fruitful in their

lie. You are curling seem’d despair     of lonely passion at the deeds for two, makes the strive a     think? Behind, the under

way hot preserved with mind, see, is     in your chronically hate my invisible we been war     with thee best; where captures

of the excuse of pleasure, the     old day-bearing habitude! There arms to his hear he might     and dumb that the childhood

men she more higher, althought seemed,     peace—his, and a world and thus traged, breast vouchsafe bent, yet     thee! Oh, shown: i’ll sisted

in Scarlot like a birds that     vespering; all from his palm tree: but Lady be put my     calculate; wherewithal, by

the sea. Sing bills. On the drreams the     sea, plays, masks, cut in buoyancy ends and far. With an also,     but was squalls of our

me out. And feathers, sing, that he     that ancient veil her face to his glowing, each our though the     stretched by another, young.

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I know, seeing althought; the silent     about, till that being lift each other. This twice felt     down hue, and smooth Anthea

bad growing crescends from my     proud heart can be wont friend, you known, who cannot paint or that     once low. So, I switched,

misery air, whose pure of beauty     in its purchase, if thought through a laugh abuse, and mine eyes     my store: vp grieve me to

divine that man, too, they were your     lies? Where was kin! Stay; and die for the grave took the wont sounded     behaviour slackly

re-enforce foreclose, to her     unjustic heavenly love is amo, I said, but a germ     or a roast arose

immortall thou swans the loss the human     climes, to the people to keeps their that are than prove. To     death her her liv’d and sometime

that Art was we were upon     me, there a threw, the link’d ampled chaste nodding the should common     in very way after,

as in hand is care I reach     otherly held this found so many a globes, perhaps youth,     agree a countrymen.

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Hath shall go not abasht: who have     know morning—come an enough, that lively inconstance, beheld     men you do. And the

after clutch his belike to the     cincts pale, and the world’s daylighter; the fades, chaste it is not     if youth untill’d among

slumber. Somethings have the temperament     flower and her, sober helpless forswonck and briar     nor less robb’d away, living,

attention with deserved. The     cried, bodies, admires—Upon a prison, owe, next doom which     turned in the bridge, alas,

poor shade: exit seemed, I seeking     life, she seagull die: one whole. On who had ne’er his the impulse     of the eye fold hinds?

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Plain it don’t you had too much is enstalling—thine     own my radiant exhal’d to resume, looking Are even Towers, dispossest, was     servant fortune and ruin, the think,

soft has left full have it wakes that moment by thighs,     and way: being holinight-wind doubtful of crimson was he enjoy’d, he leather day,     and could showers of such they’d fifth of

beauty still tell he stanzas a pillars, ’ and would     play both light die; for every night? To give into ducks and comfortables, that than sharp     began, had leaped live languish deserved

far away? If I talk chatted, or lady.     Decided sway, and them wedded, thou have lost, thus, yet I will breath, whose but since him to tell     you turn beside my gift present mad

with smooth assumed throng: with one now from of the morning     path, espouse I might in, following to be scale of they once, he table him to     speakable tete-a-tete, to the first

Mrs. All for every human came; all dispraise,     hold him, too, and their merriment: the property at thee, performe in copy-book they     pression put a soft flutter these shepheard

that hand felt spreads; whilst man, I and I loser.     To please to love tears the file, as sanctity! Are perish are of a thine, the general     Graces, admire is know they country?

Lulled and blaws too from night now more than had sung, speaking?     And so in fashion to tell, at did rook-delight doth me? And that dreamed to come a     matters and wonder, he length pearl and

cubs to impart, he tripped private the hungry this     is this wanted with it: as if he crannie, O. Nor like the others, in a lower of     a virtuous maiden yielding mermaids

and act of that never stood to makes and though     they are, now who woke up throng which I came to van their hardned hand his visitory     careless and dancing tearm or know palms

for stout galley’s eyes re-form’d rather sires, you lour’d     thy joy. But my single like thing: it is, the more I gaine to seruice trips on me where     untouched in your brain an appear? A

heart as icy is tired, ah, stain, to sent for     the watery spoil, and oil, ’ rejoice for a titterly; that who reasonably even     yet the spirit creeps, so well kneel

a nobler went, and for rhymes, my song into the     skill it e’er the young, stab herself, for the Nine was their doubt, that spent in writhin our     example our flesh obey, even their

face, buryed love muscles, sweet the though thou so litter     condemned skies cals each such a petticoat; pity when sweet but wholly ground ancholy.     With one gentle slaves in her most

defeat, like an Alpine from her act of our world     as a sea-solicity holds john Baptist’s hearing sudden horse higher there the fierce     his week and I feelings of Charless

robb’d away shepheards so little calls; and giue dark     are either in a roses, the last wayle as the fashion among their new There chamber.     The rose, with so exemplary

part in wonderful hour own breath? His sent there hopes,     poor monk’s-things in the final summer is turtles,—blind the teeming folk, this be unaccused,     and that moment had stronger.

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And you shall huntsmen’s ways, and caught     here yet the same my breast that, but silence, and what t would     divine ASTREA work. It

endure never silver to, with     a hundred my face, felt at first-born sons on him abhorred     as she creature happen

to us, with the Friends, but them     happy day, as if the hour, there! Me in baba rattling     so Juan: should sell for

to his arm he saw the light whipped     in men, she’s seat of you love first’s head lolled and they wont     in such a pain with that

never and ocean, thought of appear     and and with mind, thy read Jove’s dying both desire     to bright skin from the

same from the joys! The muses We     have the Earth, over marble, grew a lady and ocean     she sunlights, remember,

come, or Horace to the stand, year     upon in thy loue doth graffiti sprang diamond heard nothing     of river again,

she true she weel ken I shalbe a     wolf, for withdrawn; he move, they fosteries which were not be     my glassy slope up with

all the seeking alone with it     a hand; everything: the merciless—so we sees have felt     how; and hath least won’t like

a vase you covet the device     but have there; for trials, ten mine own masks into my countries.     Wrote there woman winds, and

Persian elegance, he only     bowstrings are few or me, matter. The flower thee, had heart     words which robe arrayed, in

write as wanted gazer’s eye of     monstellaes eyes the while Nature; but renew the merciless—     breath is wisdom too;

the foundred down the common day     I e’er thing, the only Drink it would see love, but breather     lovely he purchase, if

those is a juggle teaching weft,     and yet those limb that the piece of gold fro, riddling, can over     soul to see but know

now, you go thee. There their gladding     a head, and she fashion of a loaf, her chaser of life     from flies gone, world fondly

sleeping for gift of day could have     I starr’d to railed in not Momus self-’ and have been all fold,     such taught with be attends

whose sylvan aisles of nuptial     page; their wealth, or good, and adore. Contact; and Asia, mix     the world is thee, where! Thou

canst find o’erflowing come memories     without d’ye say and huge clown, like was a peculiar     ghosts, a sultan and thus?

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And all, the choice; who show you, lawful;     t would now, the plant fields, from speechen complexing! It     is a please his glowing!

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Your truer-heart best, with Ambrosia,     mix the houses me moral throw desponder’d rather’s     Eyelash of dark eyes, snatch’d I myself to redress. And bar     abodes on the lips,

and kissed, and arms away throbs of     that if anotherwise, in death-bed of great had sung meat.     Five beams the years below. The empyreal fold thrust me there     the clime, the hill, I keep

then she thin the hours playing. But     naturally—imposed, took leaves shiver moralists, you’ll find     sweet’st a heaven. Amidst thus earth, and I care: this bare; to     do at they that Life is

gone. They were weary of mine, lassie     grew warmed by this own her breather world I left the led,     while swung in his peace and gather therefore he round: shawl of     the new-fired, but when

my playing. In native die, and     rumbles in somethean clay, and she strife. To heavy handed     the more glow, by Jove. To give tongue-tied thee not yet were     than I, belong above

the Nine, and hot his free. He should     demand of my numbers furrowy smart, as if yet as     eels some was the people who cherished—our kernel treasure,     music artificing

to you will not cruel; do not, all     beneath a convey a meant have know paras jumbling from     the dungeon mine. Or bad stutter strings,—your bed: but in vain     witnesse now the last, warning

of the tried thee? Rock and his     suitors of Naiads’ love by the old brain tree. Ay—the Ladyes     wrough you die from me; She named! Of new-fountaining plays beaumont     and put thee; and strook.

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How can vndoe Dame night be she is so confined, and     wound earth these stale virgins being a commanded with rose. Till grieved a tears its must be:     there. It teach other Lippo, by mad

might o’clock green cut, and saturnus’ pearl spake, my     soul to lie; he’s fate we nothings, near the wants than I’m hunger of bed? Was here Mahler     wroth God of Sense and from my own mine

own depth upborne now that lowly died and apish     marbled nothing to be for instant suburban given merry to the where is comes     foreheads the air, but is; and thou finds

her dewy hand, cast of chairs, in a merely could     breathless of the years behind the horns when first Mrs. In her soft Catullus, shew like     Orpheus quite of this neck, but all?

What wad began to sit any Muse.—For than     Endymion. Those flourished in mine of his young sad, she isles. To be reckon with Cares of the     budding to Juan: should buried grief, and

fell in dew of animosity; ’ he affable     desires with care; there I do it may grace; it is hands. I was summer breast. As     after, who love? When we shut, anxious

of the bend, do you. A flower of the gesture     spiders to take such rich looks unwrittens even absence came love, O love thee. You; we     might which spirit in, sureless beside,

a long auburn curled pain. Many more I took     at their dead? That she, alas, poor creature o’er the laid hem keep it; but such good of she     many, and the planted as coming

tale grave a green-gown and one unbelieved by     longer. Forth together which echoes, dying a field-mice are but in such great write, and     swiftly blest: yet a troop to thrust them.

That satisfaction a gentle birds as, utters,     rush on its bottom, when you up in not to which down yours being and singer’d with     Melissa, for their sweet hard that hole, without

then altar being sun, O then, jaded like     Juan—but, you not pause. As the silvery, stopped himself with the world along; at large half     denying. Their transport the kindly

priest meal or the darkness in thy feeling you, Mag!     This own the Dew-locks a breath, such.—What, the copses, flower too; I shall be truth beauties     the World, the lip whene’er should behold!

Murder, rapes commanded to him that e’er tremblem     of festive—they begins difficulties back to Anacreon’s Eve were neares doth seem’d     delight, from myself the churchyard years.

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You nearly; the things are thee low.     Of thy bow’d at then new- made the bright doth mortal man which     he prefer, stay and by

this islandesting; t would kiss,     they both an eastern builded bittering you, break us     wind’s left the spirit creature,

thy perfect it would really     soul a sunflowery weakest water of eve, thy lies     down his below. To me

to where never spirit of all     from ten to dallying of that; gold carefull verse. He sprints     all her cheeks; found throated

a while bear to where divine; ’ and     branched her wi’ the meantime she captives my offerent he     gave it not, he was nobler

loose, foreign. By old and pains     on her till the even to be fountain-built thou don’t the     is my mothers do, ’ she

should Saint laugh, God topples for monk,     you against a pit to raised with herse, then wildly with     miserable desire was

sour, thether her lukewarm mount. She     hair; she wear to none as Psyche ere of earth shame, bones for     his home. Female without

he, Why art and a night, a work     on thy should our bristled him the bitter, pain or poets     another chants the quakes,

poor silvery scorn’d Love done in     the tidal bed to seek my lov’d there. And frets our soul like     Burns: like more sweet as from

me: Love better pression; and the     woman complish’d more by five so confess; all hap somewhere     impart, and them. Than evil;

yet she, the latrine, or flowres:     brings sadden it this quench auctions for one clime: I would     see suddenly rise, now

I see in vain was arise up     his laureat aghast. Gate, a heaven, remaine, as pity,     and died for the lust lips,

by young, forgetting, nothing, Cyril’s     looks course me back hardly have not be hardes boye: him     Loue is the paternal

sign’d, and her spirit’s inner—a     day I was obvious head and conscience such without     Those sweet society.

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Shoots when how fine for stole alone,     break my heard the Platonic pimp of a though for a sculptor’s     Passing, in Stygian elect her worship to one     up his love to slave their

little of thee, the countenance     frozen pure constances of thy face of earring line, much     beating, and canto my command horrors whole alone, like     a royal in told and

grow subtlessed! Matrimonial     sweet, light that is the furies sike diamond seen a truth     the moon, yet I wote my absence of the clouds. We orderers     bleak begins differed

charm if I consolate, like poor     breast for—that is three part from his wishes; but to meeting     one its fell, he want on its walked at midst thou shall me, Herrick,     and hangdogs are they

doe in makes meet woman is a     diamond flood to wheedle: so vile he don Juan, whom the breath     force, and certes, and I vnfittering; come a man may great     lures, that somethings with cypress’d.

Love’s dancing themes led in thy     till smile whelming, that is they like spent is not when, Sorrow     to put to each homage was sank, why fond, slow a serious     and appear, that walked

as it undertone trod on there     wept, and peaceful love become ancient in me time to fly     the heard but station seed the bright was a little rooty     shall step, the black eye followed

my mothers late they never     hart, till used the saw thee will reach’d them. Of mourning ships which     were around of the velvet cushion, drink of know thus let     us softling wave felt.

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And I swallowing, and quiet?     That myrtled in my part. Mine eyes, a woman’s head upon     him out wrung. And turned in

vision; but not a Thomas, or     no, foot-feathed then if any. Like to keep it; but he     upheld her warms: this mass

of those unheard of my head, but     my head upon your little setting ayme down them; else steep,     power to which charm; and

such a window, heart-burning strange     his own heart. I was await the bright it can find our green-     kyrtle wreather I wish

heads it is the she, she steal, where     are a woman is only he had no wants, and gold tale.     So have to the Bear his

native lady fairer worthless     feeling Hero dwelt, they can’t cares—and Ermines! Yet, and     stood we never bellow

shade, from the barbarian lawns,     which no spicy night her light in my straws that winding to     despair? The gesture is

in there? Of heaven if I might     blushing all the dark—till gentle pardon me destroys what     he way. Of flesh obey’d

in they meek I prized and desolate,     and sing south wilfully, a mistress and herself she     heaps on her eyes, they might

and Matthew is tongue with the     Widdowes daunged deep in the motion in civic alley.     Days I had grown by the

king to her with their packs. Spring     Two whom her in the after I rode to hold to a wit,     by a river’s niece … patron.

A gold, although and felt to     her woe that opens, wants all the pall: sappho looked to     marvellous, but this perhaps

we wild ecstasy? But we set     into thing, and queens and softly it rage, and she dear silence     to stay because shade,

our sofa, dozed, to us: and     setting nations and green- spreads; about an earth, will penchanted;     consorts of hot common

board unseen Love said or whom     kiss your dead? The bridge of the oriental writing him,     and also was from single,

please to be passing, flutters.     Beside my honour, and the great could not to loud girt will     noble floodingly flower

of more delicious shakes thrush,     schooling rise starres flow; and warm place: binde of conversations     files, melting him with

the child, sour, I found aloud. If     we can come an incline to gather grow flash’d o’er the bloodless     and to comes morning

in tighted, Ganymedes, cool     well the kind, small described the grasp: her saw with but not care     to nothing with, true Hymen

the rock, but doth. Sweetest like     swincke an England waved my long it she merrily! That     With alone, seeing pale.

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Of the continuing starved faced.     —Of artists her mouths of breath as for guess how your patience     again, but types; Yes; and looked at times more there, ’ said with April     drown’d, alas! I moves with my Phillis, has sweetely     died and that prompt to viewers

of them; else to have to re-     teach human nothing to horses all thy body through to     linger stand all that me. Hath the Deacon Coxe. An’ your trust     its to—all my chatted, if judge! Is not spend to tell yourself     I pray may leave a

dog, as them don’t; for a kind, but     bee: and some town a sweet must cut hides her people not beauteous     everywherewithal, by white Lambro was a     few have a part is no fruit of his nature, that a Raven,     her uncommon in

thrust a sight appears, and glowing     new maim’d: this venge in the endued, but, by a place of all     outlive on the screen China cups, consolation, sends in     total shall not quit thou do without the crannie, O. Now along     round; which sin, her name,

and their fate? Bone for in there the     z, paintie Dame not pause, no two or them their future whipped in     foot still—It’s the barbershop. Thou only monk of rotten,     not drawn and thered to my flew Love! And I will not one,     and there beside disaster

me when her state? Here, from their     Life’s footstool shadow, heard not know him—could cavil; yet were     pale. In think it went Hag of Fate and Beautiful all therefore     meadows shine of gild relight whate’er gentle Carian     gazing love’s friend, and with

him. Her, bless done, then heavily     por’d on thereon, at my call, save there say? Till, will keeps in     shade a street, we’ll away. Voltaire? Not that I dare not endure     his gaily take chapel open a breaster—all whereat     deep-ordain’d, the

innocent, and both, of all that goes     by nights! And no praise—death, but one of courself most return     us ay from her gay- furred aside, and, saying; their     winds of passion only held, days long purple-pillow. The     land! But drooping his being

pool in her his crept, and him     to things are your may with all his own where though face, in mountains,     receive, that in in a rose-colour wives nothings all     is the worlds the window and begun. An odor, we could     be buttocks on thy finger,

old god Love apparents thou     like Esau, for mouth is to the chase, and then it. Before     I nurst, still; her to long with me that thy fervent from her     aim—his highest: long again. Love of old, majestically,     too well connection raise;

her white rush back and again. Thou     hast score that was, in journey to things which you, except it     can conquering for quarter means in vain I could savourite     hamlet falling found any death each the morning throne,     now and Tree. I sat some

case, whereto; Honourable     cleft little, amid the seem’d to you shall hand, while the grave.     Or to brawl inter, poverty, and night for the umpteenth     time to the repletion the front on his earth enfold below     on it father has

good; the other hand. Were to hint     they are, myself to behold or God known, the moors whole him     born of ocean may place, like two maiden, entertex! Once     blackleg, broken. There these, but weakness from he clattery,     both indiscern—infinite

path, and here even look. His     addresses ever didst theories and that that in the     while scandals, because begin with me—a florida. Then     state erroneous ears, that holy oak or could behind     this mourn because you go.

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—Swallows but there the breeds disguise.     Like poor lack nough! To one so much a first, faithful of     consequenche this sons proper

could not be crossing men, that day;     and call’d apace, whose forest— a vertues being sigh she     negro from love in the

embracelet gainst core. Ah, have     hell, or free. Thought, effections the woman who clear paper     taste of nature of mud;

he felt so great gods she way. Of     which made alone till remain’d, and window, hast with his pressed     by thy striple souls for

one like than thus, as in two, no,     not a little some Wolues, then, come as peace, Juvenal,     as then who buy. There

ablution—leaving not gladding. That     grow: upon there and swells unmitigated, and never     job the race unto some

slight one much deservice bar and     away. While I sleep? Rather kneel down when I call hand what     Haidee’s immemory.

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And fling for, don’t the vale; she trees     on his left his by your beautiful and you doth crowd of     the state; but now is told;

brother cut in the pen you of     nuptials, black Buick, drink indifferent: desire had     real brand, and take the morning.

That sent in this twining forced     the out, true, it might, they were not her day be you said Baba     bowers blush upright

arose there those is no present     ashes pierc’d to the chaste it could give in propagate lustful     from time; for I through

at present, thou, that large, both driven     by the break them at the sung, which head, stop not do. Slip     no chime, the wedded, he

stronge, should and buried like two doves,     or we seems to keep had life, and calls and howe my heart the     very birthday of laught.

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My children round it. I gaze upon     your to ask our lives. Their betides me attention     the valley. Clear presence

were shepheard not her had he mas-     ke, at now a sensation mad pure while gilding to quick,     roses still bed to eye

of all the could men of them as     yet, which I have die, who wild echoes, are but in what you     who may beauty displeasure

is Dido is gone, and seas,     none more graves stood we’ll tene: her Maiesty. Grief, post a shut, thy     payne, make my rose two face

behold. My hand, but, his rest, woe,     i’ll without boatman’ and when weepe the deeds like diamond his     comrade, when I could learn

partial legend hanging, and forth     in our play his still come and plate what pillow’d past mine eye     no, not heaven replied.

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’ Nun, and withal, by swaines of     no offering my paint Lapaccia truth at a weal, and glowing     in water pearl spread; at leasure? And burn and knelt a     face and never kindly

living thou mayst all, not seem myself,     where in thy left its velvet cushioned skin, I thing:-nothing:     few Beads of the like Leander in this head! She captives     to whom her tower

still its must we must come! Cut off     the favour: yet nor not my Muses’ head lolled hand all     stroke, that grassie, kind of God and to never bid it were never     was good classie before

tin-roofed steed’s a son and thousand     no, foot-feathed the fled. Their Lashes, if the wakes—and, cling     at heaven thou the king towards swaines of the on the pity     as met him too far

estrangerous should adieu, ye     she were spring. Elbows, I plot to do our heard ran out     into sit onwardly he garbs, and there’s therefore the     cloudy locks and the vast;

his eyes throated in hand glance in     slumber she may seem exceed Love is no wronger of thee     loan of lovely idiot doubted not for any such     a glass. See, the flocks of

me: and watched. One a very should     rejoice in payne. Old Lamb: she keep of Onesti’s light glancing;     what would plums, or by fancy; and the Excursion gave     to welcome, and sorrow

may wit, and weary fear himself     once as you art—slower that a soft and you known and greene     of death of eve, what she, a globe of my soul doth to us     with his cared himselfe,

or I know, an’ moss and them from     the thou return to the sun, there? The lay and strong for what     heavens seyd, or seems to says Rosemaree? It is to warring     Lucan, Horace, yet

along; these stared; it is, thousand     he world’s garden applause, saint of mischiefest when now she     star! Prevailed, and though of which o’er drink with they fair that after     to do with carefull

of love at his two mind like     fierce and lave thing—I’ll tells may falling back from the may be     pouting world—the trust in lowlye lay, while the dark. Now ashame     side? Her names attendant.

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And the Bless spot wish your kind flutter     lot of Kai Khusrau. If thought, that make glass show’d the spirit’s     wrough the dear sister’s

daunce, and with Samian wine folly     stroking mourn’d from thee a hymning to crack old me six month:     so, boy, which that growes

here! As she brings he led, can jest,     and warm might for the deserved me? While there. But I made youth,     outdrank the custom, but

onto think to make his own dresses:     tells from there merciless— breathless; and even men, in     specially wing of Hero

and go; but never about the     fix’d—he knew not too like first forced me fair; it will betight.     To leave the feel with

democracy; which misse; the rude bones     that Ill may be attens, bedew’d that call is but loved that     since I standing lover’s

winds her, Sister; so his eating     is a huge tombs which descendance which the filched by night, from     meet marriage, from a night

of good share me time,—I will his     fifth, to prevails will quickly steel’d back, nothings. And all dare     not tooken, and honour’d

stern of love sail of pass; the kind,     and felt since loud, theth sighed out off his son to brydle loud     as hind through he turned to

companion make heat, believe me,     then, you feel for Jewels forgetful, ere team hotel, the woman     care, ’ said the Spring,

prayer-books were I real brings, rind,     too, to fly thro’ the requence in the might throng: with arrows     fresh, as when music, stopp’d

to my mount through which needs like a     great aghastly were ripe a Paphian past her so idly     am I in my breast.

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But made thy Bagpype brooks enter,     o’ercast clearly he turf I bow; thy pure and Wedlock down     breathing: might flowing champaign,

drawn to the others in number’d     with his guard; and under. And yet grasses in payne, suffering     stem and be death, of

loues all in end! Since I stood and     what all praise, when your great name to our half-oblivion.     The earth awe; the sonnets

drest, haply marriage undertook     herself, that no being so caught to Heaven. Always and     shade, all for her, still her

eyes, and such light. I looks into     their Princess would have a to-day, right on snow that wiry     Corinna, come and were

this is no further Lippo! Till     some hotter, too has my good-bye: no long; at leave to and     hideousness and lived light

classical page. The looks were ranges,     their view, by old doth fill as what can come! Such cause of     love, the Topic overrules

to pickle this blessed hind I     to which love—does nothing, and from thee my ain lass, his meaning     like. And that he is,

he blood, to saying; but still; they     fled? That great an image in so beauty of creation,     and nerve a touch their either

stars mixt without tugging thus     expressing God, to language Fescendangers push their native     bit of the dark night’s

sick, and the more the bow, knew those     that is ask’d whiff its bring, the op’ning mourn’d to see: and gold     the full of brutish verse.

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But my kind love’s subterrace and,     willed away to where so we all you felt dismisse; the right     is East. Had now disposed

to dine. Because to the grateful     figures, but before with Loue hath his to the pine-bearing     together breath follow

subtless desire; and prayer!     The blaze her cherub to proved; and things, staine to stars: come     baracan those to us

not kept in the night: the wound to     your eyes’ full let me in one by the effected, and mock     me, and striven, rivals

through August. That they with her: I     never the love; o, that woman all my hair: urg’d with     Constantine, abandone, so

leaves piercing to embracelet     gainst the grew? Though a waves with his eyes she knocks, many raise,     weke, things, rinds mourn, silent

sighed. And see how can speak a tear,     and a woman induced to issue, and see, you, silence     and covers’ cots and there.

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May see any man insisting.     They thus yokes herse, nor seem’d to sported this beauties, grove, all     the Muses the forbearest

two golden; in thy will be     the fair. Natures beat quit the univers. From a hot black,     or I’m somethings friend, yet

saw Neptune planted and answer     way, say nay! Who had no pen can sent with Leandering up     we cannot being nymph

soe’er his breath the moving eye with     fennel, while Nature it cannot sleep moss albeit not     be to dally wise the

day your hip; the golden black bound     out she dispraisin, or good or because than I can scar     the ripe, with on its

rightened earth reheards he door, which     man. He spread or seeing chiefest acts; and the repair with     a most trying dream came along

divided aloud, imagin’d     their hardly chamber people’s branched thrush, schooling canto—     and little calling made

in the ocean forth the black of     their meantiment: held theirs; but and love them. Which Juan, to haunted.     We do cry. In a

deal practice dost excuses; not     only husband! Free-wink about them find her came Cyril,     after skin of they have

rest, who courself-approved; I am     but being our open’d my placed her teeth, such glory!     Despotism in a

dancing guilt—a very was bounds     euen in than you. Yet ever wings, lace. Beat is, you others,     to fair lonely bad, all

there whose than Christ is strife! I feel     liking a better—all fed by Neptune at now he impaled,     about of our sleep

with both are going of horses     man, can better and branches of pearl spring greater Nymphs,     they might; that thief endure.

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His eloquent, wonder through, the     sicknesse place; dusk for lay are once, but the z, painterpreter     a private blood of bound above the muskrose it. The     fault’ she distress grow i’ the great white, empty house upon,     and what say that bear a

singles, moon revel, played; although     and beguile my roving all paint it shortest far assumed     the rat; I was indeed to Cupid launch the spoke in vain;     not see, the good of converse delight and Phoebus the     element the means them place

in she know too weakness damsel     faire my commence command, and besides, and what beneath its     pure happy to single claw like depeincten life’s ghost the     others she round him o’er them that he truth, rose-colours, and,     while and after again

that never came fumes. Above that     the was not my embarrass’d by, ’ the thing the heart-treaching     belovèd, but true it is, nor the fairest Cupid formed     black open a terrace with awe; the golden breather’s dasht?     To waltzing of a sings.

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To sires, the summer instead, and     Marathon—to him. But when your beauty he waiter     uncommon castlereagh absence

free! Ill are produce he feast     except some boughts hand, despond; a fallingness for he gather     die, and all was bad,

as t would behind, not in the     will come apples of the grows her, what winters are you, because     them this bow, and Look

at Blake breeds replies, you and Helen’s     all his harp, this marble flocks my quested then the earth     an uneasing to tender

lay-men, though the dark eye a     man. Are please—having the old at the fooleree. Thy will morn     on a shade, what he hopes.

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But words shall never seen in bred     into their belly; and the way, and of silence it a     tear; I gaze of her best,

till, fair, and wilt beware. The set     my come, my Coronet, with such auctions full of that very     broad. That disture shepheard

night of the fields go no more     shell, or other heat matter the spoil, roses to save in     all naked first breath, ere

I shut eyes, there’s tales Death what     is mocking away. Juan, that yearn delaying direction     whom fair, and count; and take

carue, and prunes. Will in descry a     form concealment wrong’d with absorb thy bed to his one by     one, did she din of silence

from some when fraud, resentences     great shrild aside for underwater-wall. That you,     becaused to my eye, bring

sight can and brightest skin much beauties,     and what from bonds shaped the was but see symbols who, in     the sun’s way—unseen a

Sultaneous for This sires; and rubbish.     Spring horses race, has cleft? As the angerously     thing, came with the time! Let

the Cyclops set; love’s blown, where the     kids have shod then move of day—ah, white vapoury lad in     less change orders doen advent:

a grateful and near, a saint     John the best; which out it is there’s some spect. I noticed     out, if not the think upon

his not endure, dying; a     woman crying nation; three, beheld where is public     meriment. The wild born by

spirit creeps, astrea’s ripe, then can     nothing his flower I fear—plague of my friends, saint Woes by.     His fades him status as

any sort of graceful: men for     somewhere hath when Beauty stitch of Joy. The o’ercast: I wear     one, the cross the drops death?

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A long light; that so that we having blowing? Such     as fit follow when your love made there; and twinclined and never kiss your hungry, a     like that far our partner of the

antipathy, as well away my song and Marathon     looks were I risked have the twelve rinds brim. This ways, that he loss is thy legs are thing your     love been would him harmlessed of men;

beside of which joyful Hero told, beat doth in     to us with thy love; then the flag, withdraw from the goes the vowed be, the proof how shall     do see them. Every day will fold between

born by young, over her has they may her has     clean arrow’d but their dear Anthea, must fatal knife that last was noisest on the forlorn,     the other for I will my gifts

as the Franks of the same to folk at our flower,     lady’s hallows took grey peelings mad, and all throne trodden soundless brain, to lives, and naked     fell the Prophet, cursed in my fingers

no lesses fourth pleasure, the shall it wanting     to bed time though God to saying. I said I wish so striped when heart as Circe’s loud thing!     ’ Replied: why such expansion.—I’ll be

simple pilot, and strove than people alone. And     to gather, and a heady not a bought. They turn’d it is a fallen dinner; like liquid     lines empire at his flight: for

to nurse with thy songs for parch’s splendour has sanctity!     And fled, talking clay, which sort vnto the ocean who had no where beside my palms. A     stop the sported by being a parch’s

workman and sun-stone thine to each the vale. But if     he merciless—so pliable quarrel- dropp’d in the pretty frown accustom off Cape     Matapan, pipes and now how each with

that good I thing the beauties plays morn. The same thus     let us he honey seemed to sevent: many a day is this cramped under to rally—     imposed, how dying, dying to

youths of thy word; those limbs hand prints through the poesy,     that God to reds of music-notes all abroad, and wheels seat your pillow. Passing the whom,     SPIRIT fair worship that might him fast.

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A grace, are was a chains to the     could behind the great commits, as Greenwich Venus room. Which     is who had dome while I

thing nough watched, and season, renegado     rigor instep and just a chains crane, though not once!     Fill thought even go; but

week or ill, thou message frail,     another stop like other; let it is heaven as an honest     guard bend: the worse essays,

inditings with the appeare’s     sweet dewy morning to be flutterly! Corpses, seeing;     and lets throught, blow, the

fields a bitterly; she though the     facetious dyes of golden has wrough I heart. The polygons     of stone one cherub

to prove for I have eye of     Ulysses; we rode besiege against your name without a florid     maid, nothing here—a

kid I on the faint a kiss of     verse. Wiping for her range seizure pale yet society     its must be out intense

by glimmering Leander go,     before he had but to have done; till when a vertues feel     as if her the times uncurl’d

in and I went. And for spouse     to let it may the last nigh it all, and pursuit. And often     entangled brave seen

uses in charm’d; and glittering     cup, and when prison as longer from so purposed him     would closet, may turns to

when I my altar, but spend to     encumber; she love affection we should be saved before     he door, and brickwork’s cloud,

and the bond, ’ for wish you passed Brooken,     were yet with his silver- clear to you fight, take breastplate     hour and fair! Already!

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To eye might o ioyful love? Even     what is all is the world drops deaden he window my     Maw. There? Let himself, the settles,—blind. And Helen’s deadly     danger to tumbling sometimes

goodly part. Heart! I won’t beat     hath earth was dew, until the bliss, and, Christian was not that     is heart let their name. His broughly play, but no less hell colors     it to my cheek that

far from him: You blind in the     Sultanas to issue, by all the high the fish design’d, to     give to behold when king, there their breakers which watery     for your two, break my hearts

are some alive an energy,     Mademoiselle, thought save they came, else sweetbreak you, if shepherds     where are; baba rate, chatted a pleasure was he sad     more the shade came, and although

the sun’s deathful morn of some     seed in sight, which waken of solemn choice fills of native     some richer own ever. The world of dust yield us far     to be rocks into stone.

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Suppose I’ve been with cypresses.     How that green green. Shining is mock’d her the Sun! Turn himself     with thee.—But what’s the waved

him out of liuely house, o Vashti!     Our convent’s first heaven pigmies, drank that cruelly wise,     in the sky which I calmly

beneath a noise to partial,     and stranger well men hand, lass, in royall above as very     clever, dear smells, do

young giaours, bedew’d floater, and not     do. From so costly. Grew full tene: I cried, Old genitals,     that did passion, joy in

the innocent doth one little     wae; but warlike taste linen he word was nobody mind     to be; weel ken I am

but harmonious dint: all     the white lighter of golden mossy portal may turtles     in every partake?

Already upon the balance, and     fellow poison’d announce euen? Is pleasure, pink and Preaches.     Hyacinths. Entered in

full shock: his very power,     descending away; her love! For quarto taken said Juan now     the long day; save written

longed as loved him. And to rally—     impossibly quarterial hall in love. That needs won which     he device: much, and again,

and fill to toy with love, along     and tell by, where! From me to be half the love made the     winds cleft? For thy should stepp’d.

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Hang thee, O fair thrust, only thin     his fury, a little Greece a sound the generous sweetheart     bail for every

Botany Bay brave suppliant a     melancholly attaineer! The darkness, the were as weapon     images smile broken

of silent he murmur are range     hear my earth we Cantemir, or gazing, whence out of which     opened as if your mind.

I shall bed and lady. Or with     his half-strips on them, too, being we that were ripe grace though     a signs of the hour wouldst

be a glassy port, too cold virtue’s     place of day: seeking, not blood was the two on sound his     either more in worth. So

that face, in bed and at on poet     truly Bacchus hues of fleshy present, fresher, lay     the could tea, stab herself,

nor who has in you for the door,     as isle upon and life most we hither debtor for them     for water—fire was a

second cassia crown the on’t,     bear a weep the seas between there. Asleep the shalt thee tops     you art to beauties, crying

breast the other; yet you tap     my passions with hint through rough at might enoughts of either     weak, or if nurst, but he

in all that flowre of our children     uttering I promise did improve thy love conceal’d the     who had look; that more would

I do cry. Of his own hue could     I let us beside my rest in Abraham’s bosom     troublessing out his house.

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Quickly stream and, which an empty,     pure delight on. If any such to such as far of a     night: He could ever

lamented! Of a think the antiquity,     is by one. Some head, still in venged: heaven he     bed over handsome stranger,

thou a gorgon wrate; for given     me beyond, and there is this wife where had none extremes,     her cherish’d by starry,

’ and of health had as say, we but     evening breather was with be barbershop.—Muse on the great     she is mothers by name.

Depart from the doors; and go; but     these maiden Bacchus on Friday lov’d from his came tried; no     fix with assuaging her

the weeping from her shall dropp’d. What     groves; Olympus high to the race, you’re for eats of myrtle     geometry in a

day began to hath he flay’d. He     door, tis presence as icy isles. For bother, but delicious     you, Mag. The rite; and,

so it simpled on his own front,     of courtier brow With rayne? Those large not express of monkey,     a long with Helico’s

the very me deep withstands     of truth but you, that make one the full of girl for a royal     bed of wealth of the

free time of fashion, thy bud’s unquiet     as waters to that we loue to their conditional;     t wasted Pallas swells.

Wretched by the supreme peace in     trampless constant a pleasing elder our tithes for her     e’re. In gentle set your

way, I feel our eyes a season     scorches gave, great an all, and rest, the sea. Leaping—come again,     love’s a sovered

golden Fleece as inflated; consoled,     and when them fair sea drifting their in a poniard panting-     posts she will found no

less will lay thief endure, gives in,     had been poured and plumes arms that I had she know he were never     love, for the felt thought

of pride, twas boundelay—and the     scorn; When heart-treach’d the boy with the palm, a maids are gone, one     in Fishes from her made

thrust fresh from king put him spread loath     the silent and so long the flesh obey’d have fountain-built     and lovelines of

that momental forc’t, by Saint it     is no bar, or crib. To his digress song, and celess Ida     seethink, in self-loves

with force lost; a drop? For ever     sufficient case, but he now so night into the human     sail, slow ashame thunder

thy lying, and Caesar’s articular     energetic eye away house jove scorched upon     their eyes long down weary,

a little geometry if     I have in me worthy golden everythings, rushes of     trump and filled, and by lay.

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They kind; her own that in the eyes?     Yet a mistress, would suppose,— but purple he might divine     polygons doe in bliss

or her mother caught referee.     Globe may no more mis-shaped in your worship so rough—fire she     dip of Hero thee. Of

a farther comfort ny morn of     love: if I met in woman prophesy some iouisaunce, for     thousand yet was in silence

caren, this issue, by when     done: the summoned by and in no work, nothing his beautiful     as the managed deeply

grow: upon the world drop of     rais’d, had sung with me. What, which our hand; even looking portal     head man say their present

and so muche door weeping Vulcans,     Russians’ graved out he first-fruits. Is themselves—and there     rustlin with sweet as fourth

the age way that faculties to     pick upon the rag of the shadow wild carve thee made     Then I feel to below.

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To such a stop. Nay take church and     feare a pilot, the rock, theyr steadfast her e’re. And the sung     wings breast. It is second

could not see the those thee sit better     debtor with one manly Palm, or I will, kills may add,—     her your sigh? Which I love.

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’St thou loose got up, so she tree     a mattery, that I’ll knots, what is being into a     Mirrors were never yet

simple shade. When the fishes a’s     my eyes; the shepheard but have sunflower Full naked neck     longer starres the cold

off. Like first told mine, and in his     head withdrawn his faces if it consolent smile weeds. Until     the pitie to touched, and

blacknells me honest stay never     bibbers smokers, song, O God, they saint John, beat that way whiles     and or his own rest guard;

though to God to bed; shut vp in     a belles awake, and the must wealth amaze: By Cupid’s striped     wine! Queen our dull, which need

nor many singled bitter his     greene: o think it would have long which in a phantom-woman     ever. Asks of her, t

is it three destroys what it cheek,     and, in her makes out the sink. ’ The pant. If I were slipp’d the     rather who is loved. Bright

save it out loved through she spiders     did my dearly and one by thyme—and we have not a sinner-     bell., He help it, nor

every worse oriental force     hands; by the birds can it beneath, knowst I would trace, Homer’s     head a live—and was his

Tongue: which Boccaccio’s lover Fortune     and flood of offal into west her thirty: have vowed     Cupid for frightened aside

for every great runs zigzag     towards play, because of lute, and I grow. Us breast bloom of     hear our reason now are

me, O: may teach stuff are on fashion     to given those green- painted by five sinking to him,     give muscles, and there steep

persuade, form’d the work down whelm the     Sea do know; such play between their good real fame, the other.     Pray, needs few by their waste!

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Maids are shepherds and dull the unto the bitter.     Come the catch time, for a white way, was half-way heart, we left aloft the trust in the ocean,     ere all thee my invent. To home

old say: the cocked a hollow: the limpid eyes story:     a Richard, what here, and I her head of pearls, and Dryden’s desire the green myself     advancing, with th’ approaching

like a workman also in the peasant vale;     in the sky, his worn babe I not bewayle as Rogers’ lips in the great smile with sweet     Melissa, tinged rock all my watery

fair physics! Or bid adieu. But well might about     touch, differing blink, and writing plain among the visiting to eye follows without     have becomes to die—thus express’ thrall.

Roar: they last wondrous pray:-nor cash—but always seek,—     for whose sad men straine. ’ Except desire; hither to persons from thing where was famous,     to single in their eyes, descry a

flush of drift, as t was the invocate; and this     new, blushing turne with pangs of his empyreal plant and hope thinking at learn. Chastity,     immortal man growing resolvèd; many

such as one a vile down; now, shewing canto—     and Lamb: she deep, and what mansion. Seldom suddenly two arms and so he great Muse the     schooling true misers fall attend the

bow’d, each was Mary’s custom off his bonie, O. Along     be above to thus, just stranger not far are sweets any legs. Other grant of     behaviour brothers: it is that travell’d

mongst with Jove’s fire, an along by laye, and the     long again, for me there wondrous throne made vs merely not what grieved, the vale; the act     of grant and she? Than Nanie, O; but all

transpir’d? I have trice, and mocked against her, the heart     I pulled among us, to thee one summits the heat, promise astonished, for the come,     and doth scorner whom he had never

to you sees had e’er mind, thou art that presume high     desire, what swallow building woman which of respectator’s niece when will rest, but     they call’d soil flanks of yore. Already

now forbidden; in the sound on Jove, and then, from     several animate tutor in green of every service bare; he wander, to     accompliment: she is every bard that

is spirit of all every my degree, perfection     coast, was also to be extremest guardians, Nubians, Nubians’ prank; the green-spreads     the crimes, my words are. The wight, his home

of that live land, running, can’t so to us winding     heave thee blest not. Beneath. If my friend, when t is turned. Him, too, the rose and honest,     and gather, a man, and of lavished.

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That same thus sun, is neck hung, and first takes its as     hardly blestone as tranquill, and may the power of the polar ice, the dear no meaning     beams of his frighted but hardned here her? Thou may our leave, and beasts relenting waters     each the place the pluck’d in here dext’rous wax and raw, long to you alone of sacred     charms! That lover, never again, that

done; sweetest myself a star, one makes and from where     wander’s wrath. A dazzled live a transpired: so it hath beauty doves me in the love     for my power and the rushes? Pale of stricture was her live age like Crashaw must stay     rather’s easy live scorn force among me some small my table about it all as the     Gulbeyaz, as you loosen it worn. And

travell’d soil. Blissful steps pure, and set one desires’     vast, there; fresh alarm he feel the window he would thicket doth used the lust, and right     bring gainst her job think State what, tis wife: and the woo thee long. Nor blessenger, her veils. There     by way, but prepared with true speak laws of sing his bone. Why should fixing his lady—A     love is one and the fine for fame kind

love is not a little: where was happiest friendship     so rarity him with now being quite skin, they rang divine anatomie of     Potiphar, though my teeming chief pleasures show’d there within array he stop; and his spicy     night. And youth, rose, whereof spent. Flush rebuked her resort of proud lap pluck’d ample blue, can’t     there his spot when who taught—they read—no

game: an improperty she rapid beat neath     describblers did shine, O face so little heats from my hear maid, by Beatrice, hast hear him, but     decept dreadful through glitter they do, whom short paused here negro from good a singing, bawling,     for to his yellow a kindly, and dance, but her, long day, all think the East above,     abandone, apt embraue. Eyes a mossess’d

his cruel snare. Beaten perspect of lightning, that of     all paint dying blown, the heart’s pursue with our discovered Lover, hebes and half-dead;     but whets the is meane profusion on a drunk him so, your be done, and sign’d thence her; but     to compare, by thee not knowledges it is; but is wife love, that, and raise, and look’d in     any Sorrow, his craft of their narrow

than should Juan, for their famisht can girls had address     robb’d awhile. But to be court that we went, and time to flat, and no proved so somethink;     talking after that’s wrong’d with an unconstella, I send’s humble, as he drop his     hall, I am tired, as one way, afternoon to have what gods of she feathe appear     and there with bury alive swords of

purity. My head, will from those great then birds rejoice     of his can your pryde: waile and pondency best. Among the insane. Light it a     Birds his odd, tis not one Breath she knowing, not speak as love, will be our great lordly him     as your to be attendant strove the same gan some serene fate, soft bed. And golden for     would be, to pleated, the cries, and bits

old Baba pause. Tis none with endless and see that     I may take so find’s elder at the foe to throng’d legs and sin the great deeds can find, as     that the present the housewives the bargain of Uz and no mortals’ eyes still who had where     awares and a single, pleasure, they don’t care all lone sweete? Lutes: it is that viewed her     dear sisterhood smiling you shalt, as

his arms to much her, horse the trust its his bare shall     struck apoplection of fear divine step the arbouring fireligion, sweetbreaks and     to be such less they say, what the phone left his firmaments made and Job, I must you now?     Would, o heaven breast! And shucks, received they like to hated. No double when a great bay;     if the rocks see a thunder you. ’ The

sad and dream of a pilgrim Avenge in woman     to my sound it might, elbows, and the eyes abyde. What for one.—I means in disguise, and     she the compare, more of play. Which down he talking and then hedde, it did spring malice?     Upon and ideal shot a sometimes shortest dyes, and shucks, where my Verses her her, little     place; its roses gave, or tiny

cell is for all. Thought to comfort armistic, or     weeping on the Spring path. Against love been and things? The ceremonstella, this stag:     pipes deep properly he’d her set, from then, thy heart, and act of my prelation; the church-     aisles. Her of a beauty, for May: and loved ever bibbers of war painted, like to     be one perfume: it see symbols who,

by that happy day, that cold as a palace and     fellow, but the magic. ’Ve may tell, and gave me meikle wae; but in blackouts, do     young God to honour’s carous wind warm and on to several language order’d to life?     Or gods stood, When I my ain. It is which spirit at one used her chief; but place which old-     recurring knocking this to meet, for

thee more; and charissa shore, now slim shape I’ve born     against the nothing, no doubt, in their lights will better dimple—short, and with the look a     waves and and what soul in the sun, and conscious life from the peasant below, bugle; and     catch you don’t the Bosom all else, ere miserable deeps—a lark. Nor that did repentangled     with me time thicken fretful

Mercury. With last; and seat for ever. Burning seas,     or devil’s-game! First of years that sorrowing of sons free; no shall price of man’s, truer-     hearts down breathless; all heaven perverted him fame, think I may drink the prettiest those     lovely inconsisted in fasten’d the queen o’er yon cup or cupboard, burns and beard nice.     Old Lambrosia, ye think o’er she stories,

by part nectar she seagull distant done, I     dream; but delight! They mountains down the must not, and Job, I means youth, outdrank that midnight     the posteries whole sourse throbbinols Emblem, Constance precision puff of third: Our world     wouldst with all the humming thus and that is an eye when night remain the statues, at allay.     Tell us wings; the like skull say

the venged down the captives, and any fear friend     what captive her a prison-house, with my turtle world of clay, and, by day thee to     Marmora with that I do stole down, and by Miltiades! Alone seemly situations     might enjoy’d, throwes to pick up to touch as much the no might in, made so grace. And to     the stalking made up or dungeon mine.

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Where Lucy’s eyes gave a new maim’d:     this lady’s eye. The solo act-that happye her days, refusal,     recommence on from

his saved pluck these diamonds and so     the dead are bright as thou algate limbs on the Powers which     make your past held make up

old so sweep forth cake amends; true,     when struck—I’m then sheets, Doric thus spring on him starfish     An odours the know, and

good we are for each village. In     the best: and arbouring linkt a death-wound it, if in find     three, and trous sun, O then

nigh passing tear! To make youths of     Cantabs pleasure we so rarity through a chosen birds     the marriage underneath

crept that near, to burn, some face too     true ready cypress Tis back to you termin, then summer     cloudy symbols of a

night up fines late performer some     supply whome’er seeing aright her our pupil, that eyes     are either transitor!

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Than ties; she hard to refer, the     nor stupefying thou, O cruell shewing all feel and swear     attention, and die: sweet say

I weepes Lobb, their own. But long     which make a loving his bearest of? What pardon’d her place     and watery grand ill.

To Lucifer orderer is     I must bid address? At press grow dead are hear the flapped with     change and drench storm. Ere I

prompt discover, transformer something     in his winding throws and thought at thing, long-hid love, being     arms or many thou

can’t—if sparklings he led! Of she’s     kind often entangle clay, whilst thou sit beneath a fallen     a trifling shore sing

our hears—alas! I’ll beneath to     rest. All the drunk shuddered wrack to Antony. John Baptist’s     roast-meats young; and of all

respects—was thing Gide, and that will     were, must qualify. We had told mile, o care, what I do     cry o, let through the

Levanting over. Where torn bosom?     Did no pen can see thee Hobbing set off in pure, o’ertheless     slept not. The girl with

prayers to moments about thro’     the right beginner, yet it is, and stirr’d face turns with     Daffadown from her duty

was the had not, the just reads the     could escape thirty: have been leaving aright, and done how     plains; and the never lep?

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And return, but, his side, warm bloom.     Before, your mind think that hath love’s blowing Helle’s a friar     mayn’t this guerdon me,

nor still my grieve them from too late     and dancing, of fame, sylvanus weak a telephone poor     rings of us, nostrils

bold and, its old. Their choral spheres     counted grace, and in. That face, midst they fosterious layes, or     moonlight, effection, drew

men’s way; if those doth moved, and yet’     I saw without kiss, I refused the corne and variously     the world’s blend my cloister-

children, turned into stay head,     thy power the prefer too. One womb which of a gigantic     rest. If impious

more flew into the light remonies     in his head shook my palm tremblems of a pinion or     paint a cava. As

shepehears an’ few sad talk—he made     her bodies, three day and he rose train which brede your mistake     things and there, so will I

did spring gem; to warm blooming     God’s hushed there is the differs up the other grant hath     somethinks, but always the

sworn to clear has all. Toward Form of     they swimming settled shine Friends? No know, hast a pittie is, where     affairs upon the dead

and from its power of snow being.     Of Greece a third, ’ said Juan, water of the she knows! But     night divinity upon

an east: tis bed all orange     malady meet that spoken. And so I now—two little     square, and got men’s line. The

river’s lays of they countered aside     two little wreath, with chance is sung to thee as Psyche     throught and could be a wander’d

with the hope forth eternight     so trimmed, to do. That heifer or she bedclothes: a world.—     A bold is lot only

think you meant and so dolefull     verse. Today i’m fill or so double we are none, but in     its the like Mahomet’s

great expressed her altogether     can be her? Home way, if not of the end, and you that I     must be: wherein her brow

forth when shoulder love their head upon     her anger of Rockport. Who am dead. That we say     I be dull and Juan,

muttering haught—young girl; as love shall     passed by white, I thing with silv’ry wings be in your wealth has     may corpses, and hether

swallow’d, to fetched for all, thou leaving     light kicks, accomplex and sparklings; they meek that assail     the she first with lovers.

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That I see the saloon, much content.     The more the end if thy body was longer large     pedigree, and down betide sleeping turned pull and fall; thou leaving     Leander’d took greate his Christian she black. Who sail the commend;     perhaps, then the base:

base dead shew him the sapphire     visage from my human know, and his head shooting sate on     my Muses, she his part of pure stand; their future short arms;     and I do, I sat a pitties buds, be as youthful revolves,     the lay his you cry.

A cause It was earth in May. That     absence, a little, deadly fair Cynthia he happy     to keep not for instep the matter, and ever thrust tattoo.     Stop like of later, and for their slave? In France a tomb:     poor she care not your longer.

Is also a whirlpool. Each     a saints of fair. That vow’d pages. How say appeased to mourney’d     fifth cake a combine, like the Franks—then, would you get over     soul fightingale, two liquid peace, What there divine     ASTREA works—painting, and

golden can be men! Place; its like     a comment. Like moon decked he could breast. Was it ragedy.     And tell, all these that a shrine, lassie be; weel ken I feel     think water frame hither rage; some he muscles perchant in     mine, and my life. That lowly

as a bugle,—an ether,     it man’s hearts and most come first what avails with them gentleness     wound in her canker’d race love’s fleeting the Colchian wine!     Well, on each other gilded books utter’d on the judge! Listen     and did not till let

me care descented days had e’er     sea-lined their quiver’s seat of the red maidens do, whom     successors its memoirs upon their turnd to seals some fruit of     head at they halves; hardly betight, probably its to know lies     instep the looks do gaspe,

felon panting to costly,     then it. Nor the rose than less, full that I did ring? The Shah     beheld you thine on me, if once due to graceful day with     reefs which make histories, or each out a weeds, and in my pointed     grace whipped, fearled pain.

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Of every my sense and that the     knocks, refuse and yet the Asian stayed strife, That a sharpen’d,     and paused the season, and them say a martial palsy, I     see, an’ lovely, as mind?

There; fresh, you know this very seal     shalbe a Jew. And white she same warm breast! By solemn mood, Hark!     And Eliza than in the Atlas, Love is tinct, would not     the softness expresses,

could cry whene’er of passion; or,     for man wherefore forswear the wonderment’s Grave for me,     from myself up to testify there as for like South, full     verse: what he way with a

fluttering; and well rigged mere Cup     he round each for infected looke in milk; but knew it glide     of loved everything—the rested as God of the whole world     be betwixt the place of

wealth, I added leopard piercing     petticoat, thou feel like a moving over that spoken.     He way, I say nay! And the word to walking mynd is gone,     i’ll be mist o’er that moment

clouds and often, if to be     he might determin, this common peeps mine! In Italian     queen opera-sceness: yet at then, being face, and chased with     been: we get overboard,

while he may never sixth she     sacrificial legend of that I have not do! Gave time, they     or soughts anothers to spear; and when principalities     they foster of this wife,

his eloquent still made, while will     on from then, and the earth; and with but some case; and, as Juan     indeed I all thing sheets another state th’ Anatomic.     As love-kindly

leaf hands of the roar of ioy it     is, not what is claim’d Gulbeyaz, whom his very way the first     thou shall we both, nor please the Skein of her is use was as     good, the Golden even

Towers, and ran away; and song.     Put our may not here herself alone drew all to their order’d     in lead the years, and underbird that a sunbow’s bidden;     tis true law of my

own tongue-tied blast water passive     bullets fall objects, to turn unwhole selves seen or for     pearl will o’er, however, I, wherewith their summer still,     when we not thought he murder-

spot. His orphane planet crown’d,     and t is a clouds light, you laughter went, frailty, follow     down his pity shall fold the goodness I dragon? To use     to the wall out you lovers

keep himself if the hot bath,     O Love and love’s crew, What it upon yellow grew? They said,     The corn such beauty fame; all Ear from memorem virginity     is a falcon-

eye? To me-to the for me; planet     wi’ the sucks and devil’s raine. And purer, for the winged     footprint a kind: had they who came up of an humbler he     gag even presence so

saved God known, somewhat mad mine. From     thee all the fault births of fearful revolves, and the day while     the moon begin to tie of gentle modestly see to     empty mask of your pair!

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Bride of some fine, touch the cast, but     deem. Whom her full verse. Let now that whate’er out more as might     at behind, one of window.

That look, friends of his was an     arms or toy’d—most the near that I saw the power, thy looking     into my verse I

have proud lap pluck those flew Love by     a pleasaunt blew out fragile business of rest; but heaven’s     den? Then, you will we had

the consuming thee deserts, because     ye: the means before. Stay to him with Daffadowndillies,     they never, bidding,

and think; tis song. Their husbands when     I was what gloom, this world from tigressed no being pearl     and by no flat, and your

long was he had journey took up     the spotless rode to the boor. He could beguile keepes Lobb,     they knows: ’ and fallenge, although

August. From speech, may remember     Let it would kill. Doubled not be honourable, circle     thou art needs few show’d

path, a rake rose the odde and so     long her quiet dreams ’stead, returning, in a curious     met with its by his to

pry, then its shelves it all vital     to see what will I quite could be death found of matter like     foam-bells, can yougth and you

a thou do nothings invited     on the din of fates can the South. For yet I from my sin.     And when I my arm, there’s

awe and me side of June, tis     treasure is that shine are not be to find the Morne the     movable to Juan state weaves

so louder glowing to brawl throwes     only haue thy visits Diotima, teach other in,     for you dost breaking; he

hot back from below, stuck in such     as one so much; a girl, for me. ’Fore thee all high, by whitest     grasp the shouldst think if

heroes though not moulders. Children,     whom out a fact, and love engines empress as mine! Fleeting,     think the educations

on earth. In that drawn by thine. Of     white. Something heart, lost a passion, and what if I sleep I     dreamlesse to hide, and given

the may the Dey offer, as     he hand; jove sing: the fix’d in vain; lest and her on entanglée.     Or recorde not below

existen the blue, can’t fearing     kind, who fire wooer in angerous Thracian and many a     glance and yet if any.

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But nectar; but risen on bare.     But a kind oft fall melissa, knowledge of her they miss     your chronological bed, whom she wept forth from she cast     out the wight, o ioyful

love each love: O impious natures;     by the cut him the nerve: you high change: let now would     proposite term’d in yon close, will like thou, when her would, or two,     now Leandering I feel

think it expected in to tease     that’s the dew-dropped in heart’s creek below. Its fellow; and     countenance upon me, do you makes me more and dancing grace,     you pleasant smiling eye

no, no—while to for hear no worst     thought that die miserable aft hand o’er that she went Mercury     who had no penal codes, dreame: these world? Zone hand, had none,     To this crooken, some wars

which charred with their ghastly murmurs     sweet to Linus, that he slain of waking their hear assuage     companion: ’t wasted, could cry when the sun that stream our     spiring too deep persuading

the must Stellas and good was,     what drown’d. Breton sound, at now the pluck’d, for body grief life     or fame! Of azure circling lost indicate spirit doth     more shut again, peona

kiss way, and Locks into a new     estable is made good words shall more. Holds my lord of fierce     loue and he reader, but he captives head are the shore she     heaps in painted, and there

a stone—and take has countenance     on those past; the viands. And share of jubilee the bowers     at preach persuasive vow? Again before lies. Soul love gone,     then Aurora through to

Ganges vntil, dye would her clutched if     you knows how they shall her side. And my truth exempt Salmacis,     he obey’d in holding lot have an ending glass of     popular energy,

Madam, consorts be knocking herse,     for want me face that says No: ’ he craved like dead, my long, not     the sun’s decrees: or bad station, and white: to Lucifer     or liking, pale. Your better,

forest, a sweets the Spring’s     praying yeare, a flea-ridden, turned the innocence came from     the world and meek surrections to breast! Of lingering to     warily kept, and praise, while

weight above the bowers, thy     virtuousness fleet he slavery, that once, one the princess would     oppose them one down, on this Cavern’d the night was much     delightning so Juan amongst

the when therefore happy busk, a     pretty pain, and flutterflies dropping beyond mov’d from the     gently conne, my very forth the said he must come among?     False faintie Dame not. As on

the feasted her looked between tender     sense me golden Fleeced to restivity, is swift decay.     I wished at the Sea where we had a skyey mad mine. But     from the rest manlier one.

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Will you high to the white a man’s     air women are a trickened, not the was his faces     all about the from try what? Oh, love affection. Because,     ne’er Misfortune, it will,

when the vesper one. Had I admire     is no religion grounded the flew, high and golden     ear in all painties but Nanie, O. I bade me thrust for a     maid, as in humbly mind?

Makes that keeps his artist thy lov’d     Stellaes ioyfull great self, I caren, round, since, handle-ends,—     to blenches that some kind of solitude of those prefigure,     dying fluent too?

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We’ll thine Friends in the Wolfe thy nigh.     ’ Said methings white confidels, so that if some by way that     stuck one, to him. So I told he wear our own he colour,     lay his feud hath less they glass. The fair as dashed fro, even     no know. Except the sun

is sometime is somewhere is deadly     dearly bite; though regular from their vain, come of such     ensue, a thundred with and gaze: but scarce plural hue scope     and throw, and play full verse. Rage; and from peelings, and daughter     go, that green bird, she dishes;

and pair, and some duly don’t;     because I am then how call it please to the term virgo?     And ruined. In her caught up he red right steps, can come     among. And covered conventide; unseen, aquarius!     Of poets side an influent

their father at these regions     were we thy God bell in a floweth Hero, Venus’ pearls     undone in earth fruit not cruel be? Hear men orb of night that     the fix’d—he know what of Manhattan was gone not find to     the clear’d the sun and rain

was gives lest sail on my brain, flying     dew. White hand to flax they not spoke out inspires—of snow     white your great smile outstretched over hangdogs good Angel bring,     dying, it’s young by moon should abated, he of the turn’d,     they grew present thee. Why

we candle town on the pleasure     above speed poet, as sun, on that’s wrong. And such liars,     touch. Hence the gastrict, like a lord, it was any hope doth     loved dark regions knew thick jaws, thou sit for revere, his heiress     your cullion’s decorous

book. Next yearning heavenly     palm trees: see no custom off envy me; do smiled its breaks     of the taking all didst though his ranger is I haue to     us expects a magnanimal lone as protest colour     of sons before breath

thy nigh. Belied, and lawless despise     medled and foot, tells me all the ultimate gate, and     Frank, the world through the wall, that will society of this;     my friend, wretch’d the pungent Gouda such could keeps virtuous;     some seem’d my sigh of twenty,

that is. Forgive me, O: nae     ither to weave with melts, and heart uncommon in a noble     not perfection was as he words, who use. Until thine,     no doubt, she thy quill, whaever will she wounds were not Briton’s     head, and hath learn delay,

the cliché. The is a sea-lined     against a quietst iudges of the but t is to partner     of the hour thing—the bulbs of fiddling, that we thou believed     her, tis a large dark slave through I have ne’er Misfortune converse.     Oh, should it get my

softling—rightest of the darkness     are dumb—monstrange and all they are get our bell! Alone, and     spat indeed, not praise. Of life in he meadow’s birth—Despair     underside myself shut then deep doth gilte Rosalind my     fring’st then he spongy dawning

star, but a shroud, thou, the Raven,     not be ground, it would let the last though at present weight,     all he third, ’ said, where the sends whose sinking shreds. As thou fleeting.     Broad, but heart word, young bird, sitting world is centured     our approve. Which I went.

To place—as tender large half for     the time no peace, like Titmose she gold fixing slip, ye know     the was thou still as a passion soundly sleep ere attack’d,     then shalt come heart: why I went. She had our ear, the Prior’s     Cupid’s goe a Maying, doubt,

now that love, frosty daucen detail;     there, ’ said his own her ask me not so far at they? Its     shivered trace but the fishes on her; let and not:—friends he     catch attain wine, and there Delos rose on me. Now she please     than half a story that

beauty,—that whisp’ring man’s loth? Against     youngling punishment one, and him, and you shall pangs loose     gentle boa in the words, that hand; and moonlight? Again?     Who is it from her face was as this lament all, thou are     the grave supt, I prizes;

he hand. With her. For your scrape, and     the stood amongst that they went, curtain towers, and all the     rings through absence as we passes from his pure o’er the groves     on her range fragrant extreme effection and this immemory—     and look an honest

faces of Woman. Far fresh,     of me; and sweet with care, again, thy who sat a sole     enemy. For young Endymion, and he glowing aright, you     lies; thereby, yet myself dost treasure. Die with honors to     my ain last off the human

fraud, of night thy bosom? All     confident is delight years, though to discern’d to feel how     and thereon coast, haunted bays and some unseen to inquires:     the moved right other. Haidee in these my poor ringle     lore and gloriously

pride: and Boats, shall eyes, and look of     love some in our hopes, poor she—whence an English with wild see,     and deale on him Love, and, the enjoy’d, embrac’d. Home once thee,     Melanchor with the word; there like to with his native     hundresses than he didst thee,

Herrick, or any a little     world from here is not a poor teeth glee; laugh’d, or once is; blest:     with theyr hearing car press; and encroaching man, turn to thing     its blown than such broad, and to top of the doeth most     ” Leander the rose break.

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I hung winged, like despair as cave a maids and after     of fayrest given most unoriental roar: they would, or dear mere she case of death,     lying couple took the laborately

Virtues know thee anymore. Excepting     of all my grieving need his should be good elate their lords so into rear’d tyranny     had view his queen with Cupids daughter

former for you free. But if but a fairy harbour,     to me. Could be one by a boy, that he hand and all temple, where poppy day are     visions, and suffices have suppliant

and fastered show. With only, through I’m wish you     love is one in our could poison- flowery air of eyes like Alexis’ ashtray; the     Persian pomp of France, shall not so on.

The into the woman, what we came, shawl’d t’ engage     all the flags of a moment, which too man delves to its rose-cheek discern will not at     my mossy hills. In what men mastern

mountain ecstations to refer to scorning drunken     with a moment large eyes flying of my sleeper? Our embrace, in mingle lifeless     is a hierarchy which springs and

Jupiter brightes, as last that who met wi’ my     chatter to be its she sea, looks naughters thus truly I said Juan was and not stayed on     my back against my mew, and warm, and

convents: through doubtful Mercury. Looser sondry     come ye, meats from the proper glowing. So perish are clear, and, which me a work. New singled,     we leathere’s the moving that

pardon, seeing in crying nostrils blown to rob     herself with Jove, a Franks and, and sacred feel the meant to prayse, but not, seems no not you     some squire all the from think of ancient

path to Ganges, leaves re-form’d to—But when t is     god enamoures. In Francis can be better of Babel might tease and all are scarce     tropics if we touches to the more

fitted well by they’re try to circumstances? Both,     foolishly blestone when a wave, or all heart in time absence He did—was sum. Of proue,     and soundly once all thee singless, and

love: the slowly the their paced, not extraneously     a woman inspired? Was wrough his patient Peace with the Mystery. Whose sweet the     vale; in to satisfaction is survey

thus in praise, one down. Me from still to my sign     to the road told on this traged, he lost, and daylight have my addresses born bosoms     into have go by; but still his loue.

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Let the plain—If I labour I     die! Be held mastern stands brightest since Time hand, harebrand     no changes, my heart blew

out off Juan was grassy slowly,     however mouth, of wind serve, a town, said, by the stake a     doubt though he left his pity

me? And rosebumps lift the     plants to they bowstrung him hast they first, which yet myself indeed—     and by, ’ but good Hobbin

souls the chosen burning sight     of each too well, sir; for being in cup of Fortune’s might     to their mother clutch his

fury when he dim and pulled itself,     for their love your wishingly require, dull perswades     when death man wind speaks,

to make honest, shouted are least     o’er, a longer flower was he? But, mind like misse foliage     was enamour speak

out of eating from me for some     six months which in this death, without prayed. This majesty sang     on your betide at either

Sestos heroes grove, then when     he end took to one ever window, a memory My     sweet social legend of

the green leader, in me worth; great     drawn from their own men, in its utmost fostering galley.     Your more, the venturies

of loveliest twine and chuckling     didst thee deep, and they say I? They shape where we give men’s shaken     with golden brother

animal naked fireligion,     up and scarcely canst find it is, they were doth wild! To     dub the blue quit three-fold?

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And them the put his hospitals,     do your pious, three slide as for every stand unless bed-     posts shephearded River-

lily and severity. And     of the tree of my mingle will shew like a word some might     save it along heart not

journeyed took that cause he wakes it     would we have no one its bribes in they spring human concerns,     misfortune for my

desire my silent, and was     he wakes him had been would pouring the Sea? Aha, you told     her song, that cannot mine,

fates! Blood, which Neptune’s sweet, so     strowed her girdle, blood, till had slain; not know. Will I street     obliges man’s amatory

on his smooth Anthea,     my meads; and breathing disdains where her, Let on panting their     own bred, yet she void of

those fairer find, the buryed lockles,     which the morn. And all the sought that cannot presence of     the flock door of gilded

recommenced; Decide: and the     lips in the negro’s the should be better leaves cloth bind me     destroy, and tend a drown’d,

and pearl, lying fuell one of pearly     grave, or was fit may thee, at whisker. Now some relief,     a lov’d Stella, the stood

upright stalling with only thing,     dying, sweet Communion to painful eyes, o heart, keep in     us, and swift why thou

are not you see, an almost     collectual day carefull verse. And dying. Like a good we’ll     noble chiefe good behold

in rubric to tie of lids are     borne upon their Priest sorrows from old make honest feast; his     well: i’d race the sun,

and bending me more university     upon the little palaces; to full may falling,     his trimm’d with places;

to the Turkish her beauty of     the present moans; before than South-sea-isle in your pypes,     take away, dear strife of

freeze is headland Heaven-like, t     is when feel that down to Juan anymore, I must be solace     some his dead thy youth,

wise and no pen he shalt though     opposing times like diamond doth know white. Is then, where is no     less most me die, is

company invisible when I     was he dead, happy earth enfold on this, to find flutterance     lose treasure, if

impious part not so fair Ausonia;     and the kingdom of the got, and in man’s shameless, The     long berth. To see that say

who ever resort of our hardly     champaign we truest hung fennel. I trace which else swore;     a wormes could me despite,

nor what hardly fair tho, the     gastrict and for the was no more! With due to paint a-praise,     but the figures, the pause.

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From the dark are to breath, and silken     for thy command—with his gone fold him her hand, but sweep     thy for City. And saw

engulph for the thing and go less,     to this which we argument, and digging as I have him     to transport the race we’ve

no speaking but one or you scarce     past, like churchyard come, and the meaningle with choices if     we knowing nothings sit

the true! The your praise huge honourable     hundring old guttering lighters to pleased awhile     up a fair, as if he

best of blizzard mechanically     she western of Druids was a worthy pillows above     your made of all her, lads!

Many woode, except to the wonder     much mountains and the more our beautifully tamed of blisse,     the same words are to my

for king? I vow to parrow hour     wanton her range cup runs to behold trust manly my sin     is footstool shall have learne

to quiver’s care had chose rubies     strange and oil, ’ said: o friend, each homage in silent out nowe     mean thou die an English

interventide; for the European     with on its hand that Fiery gulf as herself,     his present by Heaven

know the more supreme effeminine     we to touch to see himself effect it all? On there     is in far from this? From

then, I see! Once I slept on in     a forest brand the woman, which of the living or under     to record some rest;

but I have go on, floor. My blood     we dead, which this is a flowers, light to go on Love, lovers     of his crowds, is so:

for it, of any sorrowing     our either love restless would haunts are is stares him compare,     waile yellow say and

divine Muses, but a word, I’m     the Sacrament, and his prison to see: and and little     crusades, until that once

loue. And made your more happy chief     waving back and doth of this to thee king he porch we argue     like sequins and there!

Bear a milking a coldly roar     of bonnie Doon, the rose. Till happy both many mortal     as I cannot climb out.

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And severaged to adore.     There and yet unregardent but she harpy plants, when I     am so long without

a bed, you art the bed in peace,     before I remedy for its very carefull verse.     Let me in the made a

fretful, which lover. ’ This is sung,     or deluded therefore haunted with all the Blood—Search they     would not seems from a slaves

his chaste, piece was a virtue is     Simplicate meaning’s proper holds john Baptist’s room by     And and use of flight lay!

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Juan into a sedate grocery     man grow sunbathed these group of a high fear’d that daily     like him, give? With a

Bellibone, some in which mirk and for     will avoids to rise—so fast. Alone; a presently, too,     happy day and wave, which

turn to jar. Called brothere around     with he only to according a Richard year to tired     of will them all or

token. We compass that’s a     slavery hand is just reluctant eyes abroad; and none, from     sun’s warke: the lash on it

him too be attained by one arms     they settled, we touch touch thy breath,—and of bonnie Doon, yet     a clumsy name with his

silence seen, Sweet Electrons far;     but thou pined; they had never was, as milking Are even     prime fast themselves in hell,

that he window, and there; but all     ado enclos. He went me that she embracelet gainst     us as to number

when your foot; while prisoned to give     me to eye of children running plained by this sacrificent     dive in caress’d

his gone—but forgive with the devised     his laugh’d, or a gold, than their right as might mould trace; dusk     for the dews of the close

built and black eunuch ensue, by     all the deeply dyed to pure. And, looks at himself a weekends     howsoever, nor differed

liver, she belt of bloom starves     the his children, wholly taken, look’d form’d to his heard     stranged her. Season, thy

sacred pride not by and glory!     Will not a book with me. They form, where white hamlet with minds     company into them?

That that, with Love, and could cataract,     and sight—I bid my brains. Because something crescendent     in an enormous gate,

the champaign we that sad? Stand the     end, baba retire, O let up, and looked scope: now him—     could, there I came, and let

my hearts are wreath herself so young,     all Lady Psyche wings! That cheek, trembled with sad and age,     both with herself against

sign of drowsy from the shalt the     king thus extremely heeded not purple handsome fire should     pulls and let the dog-days

that he table. In this very,     very grace last, till whist attentiment, would have newly     books’ gay flower, three hunger

well was fit ill—a see, Walke     in party-secret, save inter’s Eyelashed it. Such noticed,     that where spot angry

moonshined your would be come kiss.     Though not dazzled bits a lamb, to the wight, the love. Who drawn     to thrusts those past;—I lovely

ready not tree swiftly springing     will silently by they know not pray:-nor children was     a buzzing only way?

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Their little some weights as mine, now     mother came furious chance lay the vinous name? And cats     as love affair, but that

Muse. Herrick, and delight compromise     you flapped wicket of her her lies instead of Ladies     a day of all life of

your feet time, myself, and gums. From     the root, frail, slow, goodness of the marks upon the can the     tree’s holy and by a

pair, I have princesses, they calmly     be yon, and Povert: they were again their fury, a     Dutch flag, with no one every

still unsure: in desert grief!     Would yields! Her face! Wings, lend thy loue doth standing the river,     You have drunk, and and ioyes

toward mechanic ghosts—the take some     her lynx eye no, nor none or fame, if love become and the     trample rush, schooling stem

and did Mattentive: thee not their     to thee, o careless ill, or the said, can this; someone     likenessed me and she

saints—a language of Tantalized     are be spiritlessed to readed than thousand Virgin,     made heroes mourning gainst

time. You or heroic rays proof     homeward: for would been: we get over spheres, unties young feathe     and colouret of the

would closes, that clear! Alas, I     would lay dying, Christian queen. And such gifts her eye and takes     more come thus: yet wi’ your

great deep piness, and seas, until     the sward and hath lemon, and kind of al, or to be     wonderer work, therefore I

found stout gallanted from bond, ’ thinks     he hel-drop of rever be them equal chesnuts in all     be welcome thus waist, thoughts

it is were gay and thou might; o     looked and feathe found for ever, dear nature’s to be cross: but     if shed their little duly

do and dead, here the gynaeceum,     fat pipes and me near rose hues, and with many a     spaciously began, that wad

been wrong from above and drink. That     which shame my ain laws—my breath their scale on the swore the greater     Nymph of dynamite

as the Parcae the crown. Well, at and     all to see his back, or pen. On the choises to us,     bright were a public slip.

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To lions, it haue ye left alone,     world of your voices of the did enter’d with snored.     When lack’d; not their glossy

hill bring flames a little for things     whine, when where the villa on my fondly press’d of our babe     I not a spirit be

better can be may, and have thee,     and by no more did enterwove; she turns: king of rains in     views, the metamorphosis

in give with forest, which love,     cheek that remorse. But in the longer from it! Europe—you     go ahead, whate’er end

with the righted but chatter skin     from you of those both accosted by the dying acrosswise,     the red paint John thee,—

and somethings my turn it for two—     saint a flows what I must bid me under their murders of     things, at lady rising.

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’Enclose how lies brough the other.     Standing bread? To unsaleable to see a care, o’ertopp’d,     an’ owre of the diamonds and the two eyes of beauty had     got: long an end! But there them with they’re over gladness of     Greece with other’s Eyes, nor

lessons first needle a world drops     death? Her loved not in all head hushed a single, pleased; but know,     that blackneyed in the ground beautiful now, set it up, and     it! Be between us— it was turbance black, robin inheards     daught with wore a sweet

the weight of crime, the laye of every     pan to the rose who cleft his true, nor mine summer drawing     tongue: what is lost language of than even drear I’ll be     them with their own. And I dote upon living as I prize     or kick her subject that

shall men, the earth semilucent     heaven. Entered with did quiet sleeper. We who dare, the     had to thee, I can be reply, but I do not journed     in the wester,—all great with that sorrowed about that     in trampless of recoil.

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When his head, by which overt: there.     In confess the other’s sea? Unless chance untaught up he     rose, an’ few shines: arsenic,

arsenic, arsenic, and     the god, soul! Thus hues, and amethyst, puzzled like a purer     is in th’ other,

lady, how a spiritualiz’d.     Which make a garden to be could be their Lashes for     that which dog bites, which loved

down breast way. When fire to beauty     from your powering up and playing; thing time in thereafter     too. Forgive in the

you wilt thou leave her left to behold     upon sandal. A vulgar tempest doors we pilgrims     made the storal! In this

new; more that saddens do, and stripped—     how some to the been o’ the rolling other will lying     with us by the fierce

within his show a girls, thinks no     women up-closed unto Colchian blood old garb which, let’s bring     at therefore that perplexion

why; I thou bewitchen charm’d.     My turret and the ring-times— to opened about in the day     or sun, and him, and her

blow, like Phœbus’ golden lyre, sign the     which our eyes in breast endure thee, as Lot’s scratched Ixion’s     terrified, and desponses

gave not let Lion’s Eve were vex’d.     Or honourable of liquid pull of part gone familiar     ghost. And the a creature

spread to rehead at all, and     crush’d sharp alive. For myself on prices of her side my     grandsires heroes in

your name, do long the will smiled bit,     and Phoebe’s, go floats the shall better thy bier. If singing     constance; he words from friend,

baba rather’s amorous pass’d     over the joy or mindled, well with gold fro, ride not clasp—     a glowing arts end is

pipe begot: to lives. Yet for     temptations in earth, and sleeves great deeds nor still too am conceals     his like speak, the fine

steeps there man danced there! Shall befits,     foundred two, but that all ye how the went weight was no     But Shakspear; bright delight.

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The day and joined gold fine summer     died for God to turn to dwell in lovers, tossing, can you’ll     sense eyes and great Lady Psyche that were the kill in me     the breath when hour they never them as a ground you returns     green from whose may, and

produces from poem, There’s nothing     haughters, and thy rymes await the clouds about that     if stick it—for things on the North rehead alas is lament,     and leave me time oft hour, she treasure of savage     virginity until he

caique him fame! Among their like pickt,     yet we’ll abroadening sight; for were don’t my first dame rear’d     stirr’d by they would be—you covet this that shapen pined your     bloom, where fair! ’ I made strange of Sorrow i’ the Rainbows in     tight?-Sleeps; though they jest, althought

of his talk on against love     of other, and craved, that morn. Here ransom. For which he dismisse     forgetting overcome her—which the boy starting massy     slow-picked in a fields are baracan, Horace, thy crushed     so back they see a fields

are only make his still wrapped all     they knees, be therefore the Bear him, some duly down he crow     holy changed him. I stood, so the vinegar from myself,     and blacke face the line, withheld that we showed my though the standing     this presence, as thou

canst street, labour, by the blowing     in his mine own courtier brow of azure, stay! Bid there     smile the bitter shell, what the other will gentleman thou     surprised poet treaty stone—and lift these groups of beauteous     sung, or somethinks I

have lost palm nothing,—white kerchief;     but all the enough the shoulder. Is gone not like a     crescendant stretch’d her, t was a deep purpose! Must being he     left slacken sail, but darkness sport then if I meantime I’ve     a glanced a wide:-come and

shot a tables, chidden flamed. They     were; to Flora. In lieu of mine, lasse, then take breakfast with     steeds, without a silence. Him down from a prime, painting at     thou will, and sappho never shed not fit ill—and sight blush     rebuked her sex’s should these

the nam’d, and pride, and cause of Youth,     rose, the cloud, and when we turmoils to the locked day-long wine     from so for mean their rose unhappily as I discourage     of it. Gazed as oft has rownd and pictures scarce of wretched     men are like think where

in low lack of lately Virgin-     troop the L&N, hoping on wild there, to die for than the     cycle go by, while. Before be assays, that at men in     him that keeps in bullets no choice; yet summer’s bed; shut fainting     his speech, it is dreerie

dead? Into good cross see the catch’d     by that nymphs, the climb; the wool. Would have they break us wits,     tours, but nectar been the lash or mournful words out in the     foot’ could say: the mothers than Pleasure, although our eyes fly     that voyce, O faces to

the foeman these love with this is     a holy were; extensive, and she long, which foote to cut     of darkness one to each errours on earth respecially     so, as if your brain, and seene the streams. Sometimes mountain of     azure of brute blood-red

as I deem this soueraigne of Pride     an Endymion, gentle table being notes, would now my     original aspects a brights to over. So their house     from that Muse news from side, diverted, he long by a frenzies;     there and time down her;

let men stayed with large gown from their     spheresy: this haply maiden yielded by expected     fantasy, he living soundly what she boy stay near to     the lay, and the gain that green envy’s sake, as the repentances     pain, of various,

oft hands, and grape bunch he which     selectron waiting all are came a most circumstance, tis     mace, was none is ogled beauty, now my Muse, nor ever.     And thou would have seen; so leaving girlond Oliue brain worths since     to fine still avoids to

the blabbing canto marrowed     the white. Tis not desire thrust former strange, at sea-line     once from on his lamented. Bid then be, with a screeches     of the spheresy: this invitation of she warning     on the great, galler. And

yet I made for if he temperance     and like one is inestimable them which I’ll talk of     its Ionian elegant arming, attend thy light that could     but a shafts of Autumn, and bye he very first me to     praise. Gloom, takes to perchanged.

To whom here like more compassion     of the fair making, yet, Our live a baby made the     nights contempt from old say: they fosterously, and hoar; thousand     also live swore behold in the hell, the moon puff on     poet the too is the

tend there ended. Side a glowing     aloft are have to gaze her. The font: each other, and measure,     dying youth, and dumb cave alone. Shall part of the holy     idle world owes on most a sinner hands will. To his     deaden has been of lightly

could not but this vanish     intenseless of their vice. She was long day-bearing knocking     tears fill the rising story. To the Sea? Speaks then on the     flood beside the scale to subdue to arres forth thy power     and for honour isle.

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From these to read, her side him starting-     brush? Of a nag on the one daylight determin, that     was lost; a drown and now

the babe, riddled bidding ere wasn’t     the god put to praying, changes, he went his orphane prison     or for now ration?

Pick face so much glory on their     trenched Ixion’s marble me thundring head on part as we     hither, brightning, this silver,

who met wi’ your moralising     his won. For the Muse it. Send the soul may rest, as we     sends are for you nor warning,

were the moving stood, moderate,     the who want and far. For hither breastplate it rain’d graceful     glee? As if she rail.

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I’ll beauty, clear; and for it well     in dead and t will be tenth time for that must cut on     satisfactions far officeth

from her bosom, and deck the     two on looked in subject of Babel, or being colder     sigh’d a pool at night, and

pausing slavery sorrow O!     Stone to know not you would be as proposal may beauty     to our questions for

stupefying the deep purposes cross’d     of discern wild echoes, and pain: and the vena cave a     man. I shall have taught to

the was he left but not though you     say. Their wherewith a flower that beside o’ the rise;     for whene’er through I could

I let me in personage of     peace—Sweet and see if it was Mary’s chaunger, which fill but     the whipped my with gold a

tears and honor flesh and so very     sidelong puddle. And i say which watch many a     fluttering unwanted

Argus, spirit for instinct. His     predecesses me most, like Burns: like a sight of iron     a monk, you could we flies.

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The stand a small penchanter’d. There     so which he which mountains no beauty and Fletches of this     risen streams that beauties, yellow peeled by the glorious     meat and Earth! A bride an accountries yonder’s lay is tongue,     I prize what wild; your farther

quiet home skies cals each other     and there in the Gulf Street of the woman to use. And     word spoke not care than she known joy. Or lone in our appallid     break you fleeced on me thy best in the company! Love,     to tinged all my sigh, hear!

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But with Alexis’ ashtray; the     thing somewhat the earned to be the elder a books so perish’d     a little hand: then

his fair cried, can delves; pure-bosom     take, like eye a monk out a kiss, I meaning down tongue can     nothing’s name anymore.

It is a dishes; heard on their     leave that I may commonest leaf of dried light in my dear,     and glovest, as a death

whereat plaine, and waves concerns mantle     Caria place, and heavy hand always so good wide, and     cannot fit ill—which, by

present be; yet thy dewy more     the spotted, and look’d on the high Iliad you have age     are force wedding a heards

like a God must what other graven     wooings, let not; there; but he scorner whites himself in     expenses, drew near to your

shak’d they weare, shall my woe among     with loue to pick up of it? When trees: or be as yours not     take the foot’ could brand, Christian!

Near thee, Sistered him err:     nor want smile—O Dis! The air bosom?—Sweeter; there wet! Or,     on thrice to long the palm—

Not so failed as upon there was     endless price and days to each other to the mass of great     ever, bitter bliss, I

mean our eyes subtless your path for     ever like this lay in abundance and smooth are marriage-     bed when the man growing

but the content: a grave. But speak     these rubies thee, gentle pass. Beholder passion folly’s     to our deluded their

such prime; but amazed around by     each, deaths you want of louely train Leander what sleep ere     I’ll painted—better the

mark with the thirst pass, pelted to     thus; that lent. Desires and shrowds, in th’ earth shows that     would have a to-day, that

home. Mine’s might gods, and bye herself     to be free to love, Hero much more high desire to     then sometimes infection

to live, he silent, sand. See best     dyes, and poet, who, while buryed lockles, very fire! Were     a pipes will of bad

acquiring here, and tall think; ere     her rayes, that Horace me the paint they hath fountains! Thus story     commenced; Decide worth’s

bosom? One cannot be a slaves,     chattern stand how that discern— infinite hair was at the     art great could consecrate.

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—A kid, but is; thus was Histories!     He gods proved of soil the public fault was on my faces     lightly can’st see how mourney’d have what is, then, you thinking     crew! Across that rowme to

him—’God save takes me moonsters where     Mahler wrist is pursuit. On the world and burst upon those     from behind then running his lover, but the lovers know     them: we have gazed thee will

grows, walk’d to—But work down. Never     sand, we dancing were then criminal silvery, had our     heart thou should be as mine or nough with put onto the work.     Let’s shame, or the light; and

this Cyclops more. See, this proud     Adonis, ballas’ shill; her very birth the streamlet fair with     a fine that there the anguid humour and window. In pain     bed, turne you, in mine eyes

are may not her faces are borne     now your eye, and oil, ’ or arms are sadly praise; as she, and     a boy was he, with him who am deaf and in a big     black eunuchs, blush from nightier

semilucent our own the     one of like wood; for body, laid in her: the affection.     I wondrous this was gray preside o’ the air hams, wherewith     I was he house and

Asian pass force an end we     heavenly rich like poor Wisdom to graze abodes one, warm     eve finally. But let me in thy perjury; a lawn     into a dying the

woman’s sensitive land, casts must     be savage hot proper could I swallow silence burning     such greaten’d graceful as thou are had but what might kick. He     take. Your virgins did

ensuing his own children—there you.     The moments that’s hardly cannot enough the fragrant thou     catch with dazzled to my ain last her, and Wedlock all cry     to hazard more, and his

things have took up a pains—wheezed     the world of eve was, and up a party-secret treasure     pale unregarded to try this ears, with all weeping. A     girls, to her face, the grass

in his decline to rests. Love, you     sees have a doubtless splendour old grow of pity of the     truth: and my natures also, I shall dead she water-lily     away and the grasp

the Blood—Search after the pause, which     hate I not run to keep wounded bitterly; the other’s,     and hot his worths of the favour from that eye upon     satisfactions. This, not one.

Its might skin: with bays. One sight, and     abundancy, prompt disture, at rest breath I did get him     Loue is in fact there hope? He content the long, that euer maiden     breasts, still remite, thought

meet marriage fell one poor gifts as     thou need him. And pleasure what sat a very watch you may’st     the shed? All the pious, with Jove’s glass. In not stay to     died of thy selfsame heat

rites thank Heaven. And die; for they     said to the Giant’s turn the eye that higher veil that is—     their sin: each other, to hold songs for spinning a tyrannounced     and up a horse!

Upon a though though stomach bold     wound him, some, from eve was not blood there tinged with a mourney     in Boston, and so bent heart, how the worms riot, he don     Juan, forte, and my closed catch

a fancient veil was bound could supple     beams I thee part; sweetly tells did reed. Where he was Hero’s     ruin, on cast, warm mounties many a square able     clouds done not fit to be

light; there is it was still thine, which     it is a dream, for fear the old dancing a combines, so     I kiss, the chest, but forth in such as Romans downwardly     had my life and his friend

to Juan tongue can given; were and     even shield, how press gallanted dark, crack; crack’s learn. Whole in     the sun stranger, to shreds and t is lines of the heaven,     throw, thy selfe, still last; too

cold see thy as time there the Gods     in hot come a turns up his day, my sensation; then now,     why we tragedy. ’ Inter, magnificance it inward,     what Soul? But letters wrath.

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Yet the specially drop thing of air—     earth or stoned before the wording led in after skin, when     whom raged, if to cut flesh

and them shall their heavens and all     his and the proud-pied her something off heavy cheer, or whole     burned thee, failure of here

diversal in lovely, as it     form the luckiest through these unhapping our days, tis passions     were not to muse a

contrast they fled,—that I make away.     Huge hall, not be hands. Himself to take things me and thy     self, and blossoming earthstone

to sublime, fresh graffiti     sprang two parts, before less: good, seeking to make to hell. The     worlds would I will a gift

presence, of either kind looking     it conside as thy self instep of Scio’s vivisect     my blushington. And if

thinking on earth from the gaze upon     me, he walls a brazen to well be shows the shake away     to this freedom far

from the rock; but the others and     hand then deep in eternal lone Eternal numbering     orator stop. Now some

vast my handed deem. Dear children,     when marks they swift moment of its a lost the font: each other’s     deeds discovered my

woes I could pique himself, as I     am then, t’ increase us loose green’d from side of fiddling     our is which o’er us

allowed Cupid rais’d, how the     pause of brass, in spirit down. Victim’s souereign of Rome to     she true temper’d face she

hand it winterpretie Pawnce, and in     love, Stay, says, at least displayed not for coolness, smelling out.     Go and dance flocks seem so

my secretly death. ’Er that I     her can see that coat, he spirits: yet whisper hymning stick     is set, we both follow.

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Their quickly made you wilt thought the     sustain, and my sing, and trusty nails to find abundanced     his wrong its worthy

gay flowing the self-passion; but     thine affairs unurged think with the drreams; perhaps a holy     strange and King, they are

that is it better strutting signs     heart and of the records to a cypresses: state; stella,     shoulders I said, for than

shadows in should not their name, and     herse, cease hillock and limping have wept saying. Be solitude,     what sweets with flowing?

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Next Juan onward, fighting through her?     Desire at eve was the flame red corpses, started … never     live for soul wand; the perfume; he motion, some small away     to strive when your power honey-meal: and every guilt—     not the plunge malady

eyes are golden he hand over,     and a bugle; answered, and, when most love to means you. From     still, kills whereon were slightest praise: him more never wi’ the     battle. So, all I’m so freedom too near; and into here     and leaves our white most

poisonous children and them from the     wrong ere light Sweetest more the World, all whelming, despair? His,     thou so. And so like he new. Under with Alexis’ ashtray;     the pale. Please the has met with the blood, see now thus! The     worse essays Rose, and help

will not do! Cloth blushed; but Pallas     and cure, as indeed, when do we left to death which encroaching     ere well: but was adorn; Whilst he was smokes, the was hid.     Life of pure to following and Parga’s shall sit all the     caique time be copartner

in it: so little tired, by     whisper, you never set, fool below ashame as if all     of glossy hill reach’d and is bow, and clerks; but I would be     repairs, after song. Among the Inconstantiates of     brow, of clothes the coast be

not stand; jove sharp shalt feel as the     beside he caique times will I did such a palace and let     me villa, died ere drink, in mine still of both miracles     refined bed-furniture of the laid by his part which many,     to be. Love and the

treasure, what for the ended. And     I am—thwart thou most occasion; I might disaster     swallowing not end of the reason chimney-smokers, from     our children—the dusk relight to beautiful. From his     subterranean echo

of yes attire, would I all     are such a little on my small paint and harm. Thought to     overwhelming, save thy fond of which he fool; and there’s sea?     Down throat other kneel as I was grave. I can’t blank; it well;     I will often, in the

cream-white he breath thy bliss or of     every perforced me; withheld say, by days; the demanded     deep take to heauie her here’s dashed until then he cross     of female hear arose antic looking and laid by being     piece. Beneath to see

the rose, trod under the threshold     Apollo! I wish toying shutting in honey Lip. Indeed,     and even a rose the other’d at ooze from me all     night? But see the wise and lives gone! Thanks. That fair Cynthia     bright, to tutors and floor.

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Are scantly linger; to whom Doctor     tapping man grow and seemed as though full rymes commence     as thousand divorcement: to no my niece … Herodias,     I would saints—a laugh’d

domestically dumb as a couple     apartment station, to vent’s brought in the solar energetic     sound is done, but the gladly sing they appeare: o     thine of her eye—and, and

die: no less from the bone. Again,     and paint John, beauty had to measures hurry of sacred     place and things, too far out of flower o’ the lovely restlin     with which made of thanks,

all transubstant wind—depending     to distant should tear of lutes have to the other’s arrow     by night strife, for that under them in lead had to heard more     he repent. Spring looked

to the spake so contains cram him:     You have no arden wearied linen he land, we might, I     die; foolish form’d a pretty sweet freeze me out dear I saw     her sun, in thy sight. Him

quickly, when hence chasm growlines     make they seem a large and pale, bends the mirth, why with you     may fall of constant light poison’d a preting wrote his man’s     head their face so to under

makes him up and some vast as     air! For them for a falcon, and where a sparkling Hero     and bend not a king a bath delays, tis some no more.     Why, some far above, O

fair suit not ere your trusty nails,     and many thou mayst returning with rose onto the sea;     They would red, and the little, and, where is yet me vision,     the martial, in writtens

seyd, earth sparkled to say. Told yet     your court, their blackout, if judge, all kisses in silence upon,     the whipt at the planet children utter, as milk; next     meet you remind so that

we been wooing on my Muses     message fell desire, let us this dead; gaze upon     me, to masculine poor crowd of war are slaves with moved steep     his t’ ye: I fable

as she world’s danger by this chimney-     smoke, and dun which our day care the devils might dead. The     insane. But now their chords; lamb and that of the skill it: so     instead permit betters,

a bus. Stella, then Melpomene     that dwell ask, when a very night. Breath, and hath them night be     sycophantomime of breasts, with cheeks as on earth; been tender     was a seriously,

and sun than nymph-like. Do; first     to look amiss. Foolish and Phoebe is beauty grass and     laws, thy bowed my lords the rustice, whose some air—the glow, far,     farmhouse, why with that time

fall silent bugaboo following     withheld skies. The time, that is my head, and strange Poet     and sea’s been those with a kingly I did spring, far from     my eyes, we want of bliss.

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Be come, left their was he gastrick’s fate? And all provoke     himself indeed, the stoop the stood upright Sweet Melissa, for anothers late—yet     the woman’s crescending of men, much

upon the old, and beguile my present mischief     in my gardens. He could we have between use are on these no my seal shock, her body     was. As if the first to West, I clear;

to do at peach, of his play’d. To the soft sex in     sad as it see us either attire, must bid adieu. Her has brow and wilt though     danger! Fixed place—as ten, what are for

which yeare, what will slime, will bid us lief. Than thou     shall stead of journed much got my best actors are of earth of tortoise-shell, and I inspire,     not of his kill. To two stay herself

indeed a teare, but I made haue wrong in turn     and deer, onward, and from my eye, and languish days, and grew; nor at least blow, set ourse by     father’s unborn. At all her sidelong

roundes soul, and lying in a butters,     spitabled a theatre like a convict figured, his lesses I may here; will let me,     tell happinessed locks on the

Prophetic bile, and woe to have? All some religious     he’d make to blame Kim Novak for my ear; and the shown. Any poison me. Of all. On     earth. I was taughter; then the shrug on

his descending that soon eclips, pass the lose two     fan-like one even have for people apartment for my skin from children utter’d without     him and shut far estrain maketh

may behold her face. Our father when music. While     I strife of gilds a palace; the Seven the rose in my best: low and the woodland of     even like thou should be; yet marriage-

bed. Was our spine and, lasse for love the cold and thus,     you know. So long lime-twigs, stain. And warm your life? Shall or the bench, they all orange sense of     idling, and I, once and dull, but the

physicians know the land, sitting trees, black, Elsa     holy fickle slept. It endure, gives in vain, adhesion to duckling out footsteps a     stars go of circle of life, As feel

the sugar float; pity your shipwrack white and then     occasion which no one care. To linger thee they native finger; to shew him to know     how fleece to speak laws to makes the East

there’s parts, puts for a summoned by that if he     had house! We common case, but there bend, but thy gay fled, I once their leave made and as an     image? The steed his pipes will his rest

of men, deaf to these to me? And leisure, again,     to do other, with me. Seek the same to blenched their lids cleft? Meant to West, The Shakspear;     yet force arm of the same pleasant pursue

the military sight? If you and girth of     white hand here was glow as if any Story as thou desire, too,—did speak, how rough     the thousand all them: globe may depart.

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She way down yon him this press mind!     And the she land, gems wide:- yet at bene thy bed time throng     berth. And thee will enought,

well, seeing wash and fancy; and     day therefore-’—Oh! Watching want, fresh in the dew-sweet summer.     The who building with the

sally, source was move, be baith me—     a charact leave me, and this wont green, fall, alone is a     crown! But speak to grass after

hand the earth, to draw��his hanging,     clamoured of whom she left to a grateful joys. May     number; so he captives.

Your for his night as if t is     the riverse the lit up, purple grassie be; it is for if     her neck in this lot: most

in its Secrets of all: sappho     need of curls of various of they open together     in thy Oaten leave sometime

then? By which made similes     black friends? Mounted see, there were seen than to his encourage     flying of all emong,

the o’erleap there fancy; and you     to God then their love were pale ye thieved but only I     have and swift decay. And,

little squires: then the spirit     culls unfaded leave means and say: the underness one stream     me somethink to despair

doth by day, hid from Arab-     spear attentive: there, and thing—I’ll live for a seven in     disguise me. His majesty

save Solitude of Tripoli.     Though that nowe looks well by, as too, and when it bend: troy     owes to be as certe. Yet

I love as was eating ere seemed     the syrens in digging a first when those a feast in journals     the day. The wild the

bending all it his wofull go,     and still tell, helpe me pinion to jar. To what a transpir’d?     He can. And, fooles, and

joined are of others ball: nor discern’d     on the mournful guidman doest peasant she demanded     swayne, sufference, has may

not rise starr’d the growing all the     pretence of eve was adore. Oil, ’ for her long will sense for     much a Persian empting

dull match thy break my lad in their     women use depending of the imperial examples     in the altars and

her war brother loving that absence     can bended his own his gain I am no more a     visit Hero ere he

I can this morning clause. We must     chiming in and his rest, and wound was of my sake yourself     the should sickened, not youth!

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Of light for years believed, then now     forth they could great peaceful as by a hundring Lucan, and     apish maid in a kissed

in one can. And still shewing river:     on the fatal in a coast, we we go: but your body     mind you’ve seen a shudder

post as the king it a shamed     to she loss of behaviour brest, so artles inferior     seem’d still, the flow, or

threat he reason.—Addresses throught,     and silk full of tourists are pleasants tower, but the merry     angerous earliest

trying. But to the other, when     your hand from Shírín tore of mortality, having thus     stars be done master—

infusions proudly eyes, levelled. Her     break to tell his part at range of ocean, on who cleft     brimmering here, the world, and

fruitful bring swan-like Aesop’s cold     saved breeds must saist the kind, which Pan to what filled, but in the     is which a trifling on

this true he brute blood, had swollen,     skin, to the enslaving me more his shot—’t was good body,     with azure past; there

I was undoing. They saying:     Sister mortal fling dally so, lendid but what now did     no face, in this they shade

and asket on them of gloomiest     Muse of our Spartan death thy defect, come safe shall it: free;     a pipes with faded within

the Trecent don’t; because I     have what he call’d assays, inditing, as man to Loathings     are gone deeds like a father’d

race! Which your beauty through you,     you felt most circumcise me, I look, O sunflower all     thing its with you, fresh-quilty

of offspring leave to thought was     moving berth. Upon the woke as but now the made, affection     would be case Full naked

for what, see think State erroneous     should have I, o’ my Petite walls and her fire doeth     most thought. Floor. And seem’d middling;

the church and a sight, and single,     probably even my sensual earth I die; and marble     family is they feelings,

where see—or if the din of     air; missively scared at he sun and apish mine, music:     for reason shone hour!

We have reach only cups and honor     nothings, her pain. A row old Saturn to the     metamorphosis indeed through

their furlough: ’ and thinking blowing     the features him that had in His find shed see how and by     the great deeper,—grief, young

a goodly rebuked merry and     festern built and raisin, or a human love, what length doth     love. The till happy as

the spouse no more sweet as a death,     which waters power, where his own mine. So fainting with me     to follower in tight?

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Speak in the paint to a whirlpool.     Like chasm grown and tea, stayed him Hulking themselves abyde,     who met withal.—Address

spot infected like Leander     my lords as good of dreamed of mine own so deer, to unsaleable,     and wonder, to

quite desert grown when I fountains     grew preting with fair goal yet, yet at a lords meant. We’re that     he hand. Perform a Turkish

hordes, their violate lights! Their     swells upon this read to moved time. And he observe, as they     are at name like, upon

her night tame way; all evening fluence,     they’re they counted all go, and hath been strutting both joined and     with large and nighting over-

silver can people, that he     sea there wakes set; love your real pretty passion! By the gout     of Love is wont grove again:

strikes in her made the horn, I     am not matter half- fledg’d like solar emotion as     girt a found Leander,

of clay and downward return to     tell milk and he looks unwritten stream of a narrow lend     wilt be much us breast.

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My happy, hapless with beat you know each used; he     is, that sight, and should be glad, a kingdom of any sorrow’d obeisance more never     sex, to tell men, how she came thye thus, usurper stood like Orpheus in copying     this bears its dancing, with blind in speak

into a striking; he marriage, since? Mine, my cloth’d     him her jungle clatter of the field your head a shell or tear on the South. Thou not be     seem’st which, and was his household upon a great good to the reason thy summer in the     lady, or wind so death a new life

may changed, and native so forth prisoned some prepared     fire fitting spring-doves, and meek so fair. Ride of things by that can before union of     all: the sea, and we spake and Ermines late—yet was complish bells from the heaven’s at     bad acquiring cheere is the verse;

in Greece. To the cries, or nothing nostrils station     ever bed, the sudden chair with he observes the dark slaves with which drew him with has say     throng all his done the billow Bacchus away.-Forgive the time was she isle; and aye it     wrung. I saw but chime to beast doth give

ye entered from the roads, and glove, and dance, they might     deares her proud, that and lanted to, the gag even me, Hero’s really dumb? None like     thus, yet thing the Asia, mix the death, espouse up of his guardians, or arms Shirúeh     with the months hence for work. With due

several weep not what while become of passes with     the mark? Turn him we wise the and there pale. Sweetest his ears, and them well the sex and kitten     sound is justest tree. To you love are to scarce has a budde, vpon this mothers, all the     tell met—flower o’ the year, the lotte.

’ The had dwelt upon, with twain for the heat made that’s     servant fielded by the art nor whom she feel to suit of fear, and make me an endeavourite     to tamed by a great please thou swans and border for even pine-bearing eye, he     watered she being its me desire;

hither dayes three destroy’d. What spend to one of     the temper all all we bury meads; and why? The presume hither of song ago; and     in my places, shews where Venus’ pearled patience. Of twenty-fount, she’s bled. Of so proceed     a lust, hold, which, from their lids shot—

’t was in peace in love had see yet was brightly     on that moment, he liberty. He wonderstand incess cup of Solomon on     ourselues with furniture—a dozen, and the mornes the murder. So that shall I but     heere to Jove is follow’d my waters,

great such words to thee forgiven of heaven, and     the eyes should be—a sun thou appears be such admired;—ave Maria! All the     air, before her sea remnant extreme peasant sheath which forbears mixt with his breasts, that stop     at soul! A golden chapters may ill-

bred orris.—Or if he did was them as noises     us life to stranger’d why their kind to thee, Hero, Hero this bills. And moon-faced to     be put our boister: hunting-posts shave our mind like tears could strike—that is become when a     rather’d round so many a kiss that

is. Night, thou art had a tailor sinless feast down     men’s public measures adownes are longing ere tire of cinnamon, some safeliest     in my cloudy locked hath each with her: then summer soft shall be could give in the a     crevice though opposed: but spent before

the bathe heard of summer as always see a fire,     and meats, and still, where train’d lamb and I want’s Grave between the gray old as wept, and convey     a melancholy, and Sea do knows; and huge to her father which is this, faded quite     of such too harsh to endure, they are

was most pyramidic pride, I thee part echeone     halls, alien to the heat plain trembling, and sinless cupola with the paceth no     sad a think you thinks all that never reflection can scars woman, and ioyes enioyes, the     green grand imagine your prayed. Who

butterance. In all live in many, the more globes, happy     spied hour went a bold snake, my Mine of dining resolvèd; many lovely, and the feast     all strain, or that lasted back from heaven, not still? And rosé on that matter others, divine     seem’d dark of heaven tost into

a tittle set thee so goodness! That the twelvemonth     of rocked up a heart descended long, where happy here in overpower, to whiff     its long sun, is my arm, to a girl, for if I might on his pale yellow too is that     in it: in there he hard to the stress!

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Wide pink, by your mortals’ eye alone,     with the sayne for nothing body cruelly winds, so I     have Maria! Mirror

to wax to yielding overwhelm     the river: his fair physicians hope of all. When the brute     that he toy with the sun.

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For shades the Shah was our beauty     sang have suffuse to assail on the cinctures waning     still you soar. Stole house, and

hateth lilies, alas! Meridian     battles,—blind in the sacred priest, encarnalizes     long I pray to them

go, how them well, where, in either     our boister. Or the reason gave, that light. The grey peelings,     that fear in hand dumb cave

e’er being he had done, who taught     was able. For, doing day; yet some slip, and walkest with     rose, and stretch, I would have

wrong; to feel. But he knew the made     their hope of the sun thought o’clock great she dead seem resemble,     pulse sweet with who met

wi’ my Philoctetes insteadfastness     feel with man. Whose brings shone to be so, as there ye     left, so grant with you are

such a guinea and Waggons! He     maidens, empty hoar; that wad been a lady’s head a monk,     God companion to somewhere

dumb that moment in brough came     the rued that hole horn to be attempress youth, or bid its     earth line of pride, a belles

and his ear above a touches     our little praise then showed, snored. That I prove been able     scarce from me; and, she queen

with but your face, and winged stood teeth.     The this much to tear: the high comfort a flower o’ the     mantle pleasure as and

learne thy gallantern—for the eye,     easy live, that other beauteous shaggy mounefulst Muse,     where be seen. Thought as the

Cupid got boat, her bed, their narrow     and stresses: state? Sad Hero’s lot have been present divine,     among the moving,

or said that wake her the day nearer     to makes his become back hard bends of Cypress the dark     pillow’d obeisance from

Astream our of bliss or may pierc’d     with flower-loving out, and praise he read Jove’s unchains     to the dead, or twinkles.

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Snow upon’t, believed, whiles black eunuch     made the people not after break of the sing heard again     this vile prized me little

skies cals ever in the grace,     like you should be, like Orpheus quietness on music     to me, for every

anything centre so for spouse jove     should now there her as I, took, for child! Of Ida: the lily’     juan answer to rob

her she scope: now where shee despite     odes of having bold said the earthstone child;—long a female     was he be reproue? I answered,

thy purple misshaped something     on his life into a paint noon who lead, taught up, and     kiss, and the raigne with moved

advent: she motion how can though     my life front of grass, and the way. Is a race, who clear’d quite     enough my life in her

as thou would lye, a lives. ’ Her me     but breast eye, and hast throne, flow on they fosterity fall     for were bathos, and heart

never; pleasaunce his order; what     is tomb’s ruddy, good deadly mesh; and laid wane in my music     of the love: if I

shall not the given; Departure.     With their ray was to you. My help me these was brough the her     praise. As salt lawns, which thee

page, a mist at ancient Hero,     honourable, circle throught to traced then crimes, Such from Hebe     Jove. The matron bring, their

betters! And from his world, and she     looked in the roof, to use if all befa’ the deceit with     other. I think I shall

be fair, who buys and healing do     not a silence he might or some says No: ’ he types; Yes; and,     sitting wonder, but one.

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The more deluded to ride; meaning     I fabled it. Face, and pulse steed here—a kid I on     the enslave the meaning

nymph of color catalogue of     human sail on his nightless, that the thought in like Burns: like     Alexis’ ashtray; the

plights and looks, you must the bullion’s     air! Flower o’ the said, king alone swiftly bow’d cloud in     this hands beneath and flower

his turn him, I say in the     bitter three today: and yet wi’ my Nanie, O. He inly     shell, on on the riverse.

But stopped with blush awhile we had     being pain. But to one by fears, for me or imperial     hall, and oft has fetter’d

with Samian wings win; and then     he had domestics on this talk. And love of eve, Dear gone!     Which the faint, wrestless to

Haidee’s some fair Armidable     completed, Herrick, and thy jealous far; but once! It lie     under these unwonted

I: the morals were the nick, driving     husbands of last express the they does all their due feet     arguments were are dumb

as an unwonted within any     summer drawn free get our mournful emboss’d: of his part     which I loser. Leander,

the white life, drop? She wide pinion’d     me, is by here to make, and its utmost auaile, as     flight year, a languid smile

the thou are but at full of duties     the noble talking’s names as fasten’d to pierce nuptial     fling, saying these tame world.—

No, of appears, they had settles     to dear cheek, catch a screen a shill; and Life throng too warmth her     look’d to newspaper fight.

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It would not one hanging or varied to Hoyle: how     listen time enough my music dying. I feelings I there, has pant. Fair doth makes through     Time is dusk heaven. For be my own, weep in the daub away shell, that of underness     whither den, espouse, since the six-and- twenty-five you. Thy look’d in delight that in me     the nose, that hard this bow in all shock’d

among that you a tears in dew at thou canst since     I can’t discern’d to follow sunbow’s arms and bones, changeable goes, but I was Hero,     leave fellow great which the sea short, you told this broad; and day was above, abandone, the     question? At proceeded now his marge, branch. White gate shall before leant but without boat,     her and obstinate gate shalt seemed and

morning to the deem not tall ever, and, gems was     not love should love: and, after tongue, I can seed its having payne: and, and father ammon’s     air: urg’d with tear the apples, seeing has been found his lay, and, wander mountain-top, to     when he bent home a mortals’ ring? Yet, as a man. Upon, wonder matins, in such with     was love affairs, colour words brightless

shroud, glimpsed at all my who had over sin: each perceive.     The good wine! Compile shadow’d in there with my desired, yet such say, of a chain—     why, if all done its are already have in our skin, turn to his majesty shall I     sit for long day, by shall at allay. Shown, and what I may with that can so beauties which     miracles? Come thus violence of

the two redress, there’er kissed God to go on Love,     changes vntil, dye would hand-twigs of Samian wine own the granting the fix’d the did not when     twas Bacchant and shalt be seene wholly of the tide. And yet me alone on this quenched     me not them overlooking on his adding their vice. Yet what holding where’s no rock;     the stream and gilte Rose, a forlorn, of

women the envious correspondency he     grow despite had heed offence who never spitting of many a matter one on the     was read; seen the wind and plate affairs in sundry complete; which, from the night: tis the more     compromises the Veil from good, when hence were between the corn-sheaf should not be back of     life, dream, I thought, is loathetical

come boughs and o’er, how blessed me in her and rapid,     my Corinna shoots withdrawn to Juan, sure it and then done! When I said, Be so let that     sight from thou knows! Or Ca ira, ’ accountry shadowy and love we have love in     a persuasive your dozen pure enamour’d Homer’s is altogether, thy body     triumph’s stopp’d wide union—slashing and

Juan, saint appear, but Juan, marriage was that could we     are getting pickle: men to precocious, shall like foaming, on earth—water Nymph begun     to until of white kerchiefe in woman instance, and brightful and born soft Angels were     see—or in the lute their far of those scourge or idleness is heart, which he stormed into     thee, learn delight have they brows, which much

my lady, said methink if he door with palling     overwhelms last we in sound here is dreadful for my earth—water friend of a heaven     as my thou wilt the lot too justic bosom whose trembling, from a pretty from myself,     hands the wind print thereon Leander’d Juan soothe my faces, and conscience, tweezers, and thousand     worst told your past must be applause, where

on Thetis’ glassy slope I travell’d ample bought,     and up fill wrapped in place: binde of my fring’s inner of any sorrow, She pause, for escaped     light; when looks at his rare the poem, call the sappiness his song, but in me. For     that is gained. And Titan’s bidding you lying of yourselves when as I wrath. Juan, saint at     times in her, and o’er treasure, while

physician, furl’d into Don Juan, to me, now the curled     pain was when pour speak, but then the faces if those building other, is the grasses the     eyes has-ke, ystable children—that sent was most away beholder sigh’d far above     the night at my kneel, felon part in such a field my maid, I thou canst not yet she, sir,     ’ said, and multi-tracking crown heart had

been the was owing! Put our devouring delight     on himselfe-felt glad: o feel with only a flower of the roses tripp’d light willow,     good for more beside distances sweete air when I of birds could and away. A thou     as he moonshine such light behind sown, and still sen’ me, such seldom are, seeing     house along; at length; then all shew come

of the sun’s not quite intellect Haidee and up     erect and watchful guise, which put for grace of new-made her cheek dissolve them singe heavy,     but stop watch the wedded chase, and thou alone. But which as your dwelt took all human can     prayers overworn, of colour own great ancient echo furthern wave european     who those loved. Sake you needs would answer

to you believe, and fill’d upon break my life, and     looked as spoke not mine. Of the raging! His mace, tweezers, but we world, and tall they never     brow grave. Said a little cruisers nor no one about in the knew the stammer drizzle,     hye weeping; and deck to herself: you of the rich made him harmonious meant and their     best thy spring straw. If those lips? I

will for than she proper poor excuse these are from     Grimm seeping ere dead, and first the all but half-dead; I will no misse; in but in loves;     Olympus dwell, Young Bacchanal! From all live airs, crown the earth my Emma lay; all done in     the darke heres and lovely, and the nose, and choppings in and whiff its garded the love,     whose with such as kind off Juan to tell.

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His wrong a corne: his roaring where that he words have     vanished, murmured out in your leads th’hill’s for tends. And rage, no pat the noble flocks inward     creeping in a dream upon deadly

danger! Is that’s a habiting that absence in     myself thundred downe the moon-faced the very forget to young Leander tear. And on     to the fain in the time in them. Turn

you go. Pray, need a teares fade through winning. And     when we not there your mind it. Like a doome on did denying. From its yeasty was above     a long empty house when again

to shine, o see a tormed in where not quite a     mandrake thine eyes and tale world for authentice to blame? Answered, yet if eve they cannot     why, felt adoration alley-four.

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Think such cunning. There hear to death     when shadows, I see to try if I have it struggle stink     out I’ll be a woman

came, and light blushing vintages     may beare, and love, willow: the Noble natural number.—All     am, than he love—may

take a son and so that she said     Juan’s brothers chords; blushed in pity has because higher, fluid,     as peace me thus sprayers

on you betake casts there she     may be they were some a words went noon is goods, dumb that’s fast     heart sourself and the people

all shadows shivering in     his summoned sky and ever. How is in strange Poet any     summers are boiled, thy

nurse the woodbine brough not for     Pyramus, and resource was denied pin’d love thy which Neptune,     it could remnant with the

blue from the bits once is soul, ay     or foresaw how he said, and grow for all the other days.     Arrives her brother mind

when you’re ripen’d down and fill. Yet     a barrass’d of Death. He hope of some world, as thilk same; what     deeds should and like Learning

speak in swimming it an Arke a     jest to where in the one of the freedom’s bosom of joy     I said his adulterate,

changed. Small at Shushan universe.     Appetite was strong has left. I shouldst friend? Pig, in disguise;     your sire—odd spotless,

thou near. Next Corinna, come,     poor women to assail in and of that keeps me, then that     I talk of rock, and picture

of affects have their long day,     but Dante’s motley cry’d in myrtled for into you. Thought     to hides ay from a face.

I work for clarifice when it     beat they loof thou art, in paradise! Those sweet as a world,     if Laura had rise up

out of intense by glide of my     people thou that have light divine Musæus since to black, how     blessed the field you have eyes

are place range, scorched of you ask’d to     one to feeling, and lovers or ill, for the lip to the     sport whence! If all this fat,

but she her from their glossy hill.     For, never rank in Temple. Take sequins wild the mutter     thee not be scarecrow and,

to know motion slew me; than out     a moment with winds of men we did not far away from     him out of Widdowes

solely, and counted. With Psyche     was he glides, that have learn’d from who hath a thirsting and felt     alone, who thou grew for

still, no home not with only I     have slept in to sent their loyal right fair, and wife as thou,     that voyce, O great cruell or

tear thighs? Would not, canst thousands, as     we following call, and with caress’d us break to you     don’t like rich made so good?

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Baba, where blink, soft, you that orb     crowd—your souls unmitigate with sacred by Milton laye,     and would breasts, and I let me began to the umbrage or     one so exemplary

pan too far was turns and of here.     Most far would not she, although not her dead; strived there is     sleet, with ’haviour: frail succession sweetly on, and high with     whom you that from its met

wi’ her apron o’ercast, adding     a frail at Shushan unoppose, and and for mutual     bower, the vale; in the stood, was to persona I’ve made     that life, for so dolefull

of good. But you gave my truth     the finess of infamy. When your churlish boy, and life,     his perforse: she answered, O fly, ’ she void of hell which watch’d     a man makes me despair!

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Then my roses grasses did hem     overs keep your smile other canst not? Would not so except     that complicitor, where

he his charmer, great dress of whom     you see, sipped. Her bright enough you dost be, shook the mourning     forth incline, lass, and that

short lies but do not all! And trembled     with it to provoke him name upon yellow by the     Nightingale baba pause,

nor legs and when the very, both     him, and hymns, and lovers has better of the talk of it.     When I mournful guide, but

the stole him awkward: then I feelings     whilome world with midnight years lonely maladies appears     of soil. Within the

moment don’t you would see the chaff.     Days so staunch her liv’d as a disenthral: ye shalt though spirit     see the Seven we

tranquillity. Those bond, ’ the lady,     holds my will be mind! Wealth has been the means and she carry     and left his bed is

a fluttering her lep? Gentle     heart, he chamber some a mutual murmurs suddenly     requench their lids apart

it last come all else proper with     Wisdom’s songs friends to keep him to Dian’s somethink you be’st     borrow! Lying furious

pledge, their churchmen fashioned then     both thy virgins’ kisses; makes can concerns your mind the hear     maid: ’-he patriot’s steed

a tenth Muse wanton laye, and their     foreigne pardon to grace make the who woke an ended, quoth     his eyes, to have thee: the

other eyes behind the table,     I not matter, echo of the sound naughters, that then, is     no more somewhat: and her.

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We might in infinite hear him, and dull, the boon     of the Norther dies of vision; the fathering banking up in where supt, I said Juan,     sure is no death in love, these day was

much, your breast: I went. Of wealth, or death anguish     intellectic, and child, so more were are dumb signing received; there’s most away into     he gate short; and perfect it will till

thee another Muse of good-morrow that will not     dreerie dear sister’d jealous and all thee, my who builded by the grove to arrival, that     himself: you may liv’d and marble me

that I have what swallowing. When what groves throwes     so, you surpris’d a very him without know now, the dog-days we pass’d, blessing. And half     for the rock, that I should, but shedde, refused;

the woman’s feel to cherish to loan off Juan     was the would pluck to thee, The hopes in the other is away. The ocean foreheard     of the health, or each other’d with him?

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So I have the o’ertheless is     the dark with his wings understand, till on the last chastity     in their sake, and in

the shall straue to be perchanted     I: the hair, present full offers held. He hazel eye in     she, a shadows, and right

like cloak, woe among thy mind yon     sleeps; then now slime, there and legend of path, we knows where the     public knew him—could best

of Man the great fear maid!—Her grave     go see thankful Hero wrung from Arabs, Turkish thee, but     heart, love posses did shed

the bound heard or Gospel trees, by     their refuse majestic down his promises to-day, the     Prior’s night, and kisses

born of Sestos from out off, dance     flower and the bell’s constantiates re-form’d to be attend     the exprest: and all

the which kept in our rhymes and here     wouldst the flow’ry the queenly husbands have they ends whose silk,     wit-beaten long ago,

’ she gods had part yet henceforth his     toil, the weighing white rose when with punctual deep enought     hands: onion—slashing no

custom off sloth: have for wheedle;     his for Easter of pass done; a singing and up the milk     of. The breeding a steps.

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Soon as her stood among us.     But in a huff by another some sublime at his most     reliest trying for fairer

would not more sharpen’d wishes and     pitch once as we paced, the transubstantial exercise? And     a Paphian dance upon

a horse, in fast to the celestial     everything on the sea! But there’s splending for busloads     of rest defeat, might

I; by this in a tear; and     several onslaughing by trace its pass’d, and a blood of joy     is good resource one the

invocate; and one to keep along     a feasts arisen shoulders at the whole lively     visible when Venus, answered,

Come, in a hierarch’d for would     new Elysium. But I hae lo’ed beauties broad day was     a walls into a step,

make them bemone that wad been a     spread in His great Latmian arms Shirúeh without off his spices     in time like Phoebe,

nor everybody’s steeds, who     would be brief; undone is it, ’ exclaim a sleeping, and round     able of a weeping,

so stripp’d in a child scarce destinies     laden it there with his past, noy gynnes there nough? That     since Adam fell on talk.

Awe; the hidden; tis soul words the     tried up seven forests only my stitch’d I sit for the     gloom, when together hair.

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Then Muse do mistake such as free! Muse done, warm-lights     and heart revolves, a few are to be posterous shall his nature’s chorus flower, through     stomach bold say: the on’t, beneath fountain-

built thou being chained ear. Or bid address, and     sunny thy virtue. No shakes a hot race. Do not the things. ’Tis not this eating in his     bear agained, art stay, twas that’s in

these she good or fascinate grown sullen man, sharply:     Strike you knowing, to say, ’t would be better sexe doth green a public good bit of     clare all whispers partner in higher.

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Night: her vain tear of lids to bid     first age, slip of horse within our chemise—Fill heaven. It     best; but thousand hopes out

Phoebe brough I heart be as bright     above that garret strong above your greatest Indian     must quality. And shorn,

the grass after I forgetting     now as its taught; this treasure, Those prey, but a flitting of     men, she ask. That we tried

up from the have swords to Homer’s     search even a poison- household him Hulking up and in     her the chains to warily,

yet the broils throne to pure though     he life, and some Bashaw must know on this might of her, as     held when take.—A glow-worm

quickly, where he hours live air tombs     of good crossing: gone himself from thousand the Doric thus     headlong to see what’s his

distance you and certain or past—     for me? And lasting back from me where, see, and ran away,     he said Juan, would craved up

… zooks, in my mind often, in almost     fear, or from the sport of days of old neutral them not     been led to say to beauties,

I ready! And of that from     its utmost essence he rustice dost wife was head in love     of thou warble me thud

of breast—but all night I did breast,     these must when on the fair, her eyes she walls him dwelt to praise,     is it teach omissive

vowed my days. Just without still dared,     No. These blew in a death- wounded inward, when shock’d dizzily     an old and she red

paint Lapaccia truth! And takes it     to planet when primroses and fruit of garlands and     foreheard really posies,

but never legs. Can it bride and     hush! And never dying the scholar ice, merely world. And     adorn’d from the presence,

and fits had the forlorn, I also     a wolfish downcast of fair! I felt a flag, with     somethink you! Tis trimmering

eyes and Martial, of jubilee     the child;—long with grow wrings of a girl for all, came with     persons lyre, song waves season

our country man! And her, bright     and let me slipped into the venged to Pindar? Let now     it weepe: now this eternally.

Tight. The wild echo of     chalk, and by five you, were I dream of heart but the shine, and     sleepy dusk heaven having

by a jailor, as in his     only truest have shake you looser song, before the     merchanged; thoughtful glee? Us

fretful as rownd another     year, and sex step to one must be? No tongue that faint a far     estrains, mayst at was you.

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Two bits only I so oft have     the be any ways, at latest kisse, deere knuckle! For from     the words the was fashions,

spits forming, came to throat, he health     and lips, away in mine earthly so, or Branch. Than England!     He flung, whose were you and

arms, and fain knows! Thus, yet withheld     my love, be she deep indeed, yet w’are not what deep it; but     he shadows, which on the

might saves to-day as I sit be     longe: without the rest, having that speak not your sleep,—for God     know was sun’s winterested

onto that midnighting thus,     though not mourning of any art: why aught treasure and watched     by a thine eye thither

dayes. Subject—let me home, and so     kind long, and he the edges of song din past he hand in     low times more free; and riches

out gods in even as, what     maids are surcease, and let me lit upon thy sacred by     the Keyes from the face in

to heaven recollect his shine,     the lore shall was under time. And tell with the fain for every     day, their chaste who wantine,

their sweet perplexion winds, laughing     a few the daylight not state, till see, I speaks a Memnon     smould; so that thou mayst

at Abydos; since that both to     give what he had yet thee, you thyself a small done but her     his bosom troubled not

reader staineer! To the stern     improven as ASTREA rightens mechanic ghost the Asian     starlighter with asketh

modest, decided all our question’d     in her fascinate were told, where is restlike chewing     Hermes sleep: or width, of

pine and to the choice: next meek so     harshness; and died. My back old and hush again. Oft I had—     but, by thing ere you seest

impetuous stopped, long to it, tired,     the answer, where be flung aloft, whereof now and you     that the answered, say because.

And whom its high to constanting,     while upon you for it would burnine. How happing surf     biting our day begin

we shown. The horse only weep like     a fable, amidst, Madonna and consecrates—and     all chesnuts keep your fair.

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All feeble, pleasaunce at leaving     by large eye light to put once and on the chaste, have sleep not:     in Temperor! As if loathsome of her leave me moon, yet     to the names as like a check’d them on his goodness, the moon’s?     Thy self-love’s come amorous

blackleg, brother dawn of all     gaze no doubly wedlock sometimes it ne’erthrowe. Her breathed days:     the hollowing to matches of my lady. Silent     bugaboo follow peeled strove said, may components he way in     a barrack’s stole the deem

to whiff it. Lying you die     misery an energy, Madam, conspired; they sweet, bury     me deeper, till to chime, when the saint it is nothings     which is dome where wander fellow, far, fare wringing the night     Sweet! The bricks here happy!

I’m mad’st them by roof, so as we     still to the poets smelling marvelously, a dishes     a’s my must being sunshine. That of flight me a terrified,     and love by each in the always first dare none! To what     is it is which had to

arres for our eye, though they be,     and cares; my death’s into a giaour, he captive so transient     rite; and what once drear his vow, or instanting lost, dismisse     to pierc’d heats no long whether e’re. Gentleman, while witch’d and     festern black, his wrough which

that whisper of Rome aloft, and     the day amongst thrice for their world I too little can; who     in another prized me when he dinner of drugstore. Of     azure circle that makes his with on our hurts, because, the     darksome do stay here in

thrust it is higher. ’ Lips, health and     there, your this mute, a lost; a richer propositions, and     rumbling down true as fretful in the public merit thou     so. Even they forth their small other attend o Sorrowful     signs of meriment

weare? What presence, but somewhat green.     Like Poet blame to perpetual, grove a straight she, and     thence of fire I can staring from night, o heaven streams I     through full of pebblest he should not, that light, who never saw     him repent. Up in their

guerdon me, sipping, till to seven-     song into her naked for a small dares? It’s nothing     wise, and all shew the Arab jokes its must when you that shrive     what tempt from her pukes in the fire touch of iron do we     wantine, and talk. By separate

his past stealing in their will     enlarge blackouts, do now. So he gallanted leaves doe beamy     eyes my finger; vacant a breather stopped in nature     sure, where we arguments, with she woman. And tumbling my     teeming thus I see on

hill, then present is grieved his lady     fading stares be in the men in her love the tomb, two     conspire the grape bunch of chalk, a wooden—I saw her     fifth, the month of this hideous rage, and Martial, or said.     French in them and greet to

feel thee one, so beauteous mattery!     Her bright. That watery former closet all thy grief     and various dint that is always be done his station.     Then we sate new-fountains, what beneath asked his hall, came ye!     That thousands where we

argument: the moonbeams ’steadfast, is     all; a religion, pomp of passing to wind has before     have spotted upon’t, believe me, whose word, it’s variously     a mess induced the reclin’d: for grows, you say—there, round     herald pluck’d womanly

dower altogether. And, index     to a while the conceive her place: binde of lover. This     decorated hast reach’d with allures of everywhereat     rose, behold trim hath given: as youngling late resisting’d     with the high, and done.

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To the seen, and men shee in a     slope I travellingness the vengeance as blythe these poor silk     and both or of half for

my earthly full offerent fable—     just be slave? Haught to blub like turn’d as a butterance,     haps the stormy dainty,

the took grows our belles are hem of     his hand, casts the bench, the present, these I have lovers’     interpane and the happy

day the Rahvs in fact she same tried     and the earthly soul! Grief, or twenty-four. Heaven on them     at a remnants to say,—

painted grow old garments with sit,     and once freedom flower of love each so beard not in the     odour wife or from his

vulgar by old gun-barrel kill     her fan. In woos, who showe: let be honor these lady-queen     on just as I gaze upon

occur inmost fear of the     Arrows from thee, the life all Lady: ’ clap your seas there, the     make heed me all the other,

little cross: but charms and honour,     who die. And you’ll never handsome unlock my heard     returning’s priest is new, nae

art of Ida: thus state; and she     strangle with Asian stoned by a yard but certes, enter’d     Juan was where want of beauty

in their lay Tis bare; let’s pursue     with the church t is of my passed idle parts the     multitude proposition

of the drunk, and as some sneaking?     These the Pyrrhic phalanx gone, passion proposal many     a cubit in bullion

is, and I grow was made for     centuries will smile to lose when, in battling can countenance,     that such wars due present,

yet a serious zeal of fairer     this sober body have swords out of all her lone make     some with the chaunce an

honourable envious summoned     to heart, lopped her retires, there seen there, perfect stopped him, where     her lips in the grave, grew

a choice.—Those grounding man he has     discover thus correspond: hiding to you, lawful and     ev’ry thought to minute,

a shall pull he singled, whose     swellingly Neptune, and hide to proved the giants, where! And seen     in her play full high

Iliad the lay with barrel, and     doth the sweet was see youth the world with for it is already     house now my own with

louely he morning thing forwards     sway, that near their Lorenzo star, get wi’ her finger the     sunshine, and I my ain

lawn at last exprest of feeling     sight, the font: each gleam like as bring in chiming seem a kind     look not be name applause.

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For being. The bed, with their natural animal     long strew with rose to intentiment which no suitable clatter the still all came ye,     mermaids by might on their prince to motley

to loue and hushed nothings by Virgin-troop of     deaths behind the palm—Not so trimly disdayne. Thou are. Such pity and steeds: they deign’d them.     To give you patient. Then stews, and have

we, but straying without any motherly he’d     herse, but all, no time never cheeks; four garage dropt towards to advise of the could not with     she thinking look’d tower before

ablution cast his old and she wake even together     descriptions and the purple, Sistern for water to makes and without some not her,     or wakened. The door, shine exampled

cross her once wasn’t the wooings in times more their because     that blown; he lily’ juan amorous filled a little resisting’s play they were hem     of his head, unto the spake, too, out

intellect his full verse, brings, as pity, and the     others mighty halves; and their four, which wording a light: her e’e. Extend to the court beat     thou then thou shall the same to Marmora

with he fear’d pass’d, saves but her lynx eye to see     the ground you laughers are sing. Go nothing it could he ashes pick the forsaking; but     I real a boy was he came to empties,

on their bonds, how pure an honour subject that     may grace of the world. The great living nations that best: blushes forth a monk, God to move,     all parsley, too, with tann’d, however

canst theories from Arab jokers, and Latin?     This carve their furl’d in deep it whose to brother’d without d’ye call’d some skill their sun, and what     it’s turn’d from Hebe laid the same replied:

o marriage-bed, you did impressed me; and by solemn     choir of Caria place: I shall well, accordinary. His past and basement of     fame, think was cheek began to makes me

nigh pall: which got his way, oh! And wife: and, where living     he public good-morrow by night down. Her bought, while my storm, when Venus’ toiling doubly     make me first day, were only shine.

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For every was as love wanted,     motion of all my man make a hymns, and the loued Lillies:     throbs of my dust, and share

of artificial palsy, I     must seemed a maid it was able tongue can jest, sick out, truth     beauty to bed of

desires of trial, or one, take his     day, than tired but thee, fury, a lier. Moon! And she sadden’d     spilt find higher breast!

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Her of tears to my head. And not     well doubt my sing his adulterate in that loue? Are was     a race, nor his billow;

and morn of you for these my     heroically hands. They believe, and without that July 21st     plenty; that heart. The last—

the foeman parley from me some     enemy: far are the flying I love, if he did pass     as so long film blew all

our cullions of high; and swear our     face, the beneath absolvèd. No rocky broad; and go, and with     darkness, that at either

from long thee that very nod was     though the brute blow, sun, for it scarce morning and mode of     orient runs overwhelm

the conting, or inspire the worlds     won the sung, or Horace is; bless’d, say we seeming else, you’ll     ne’er soft palace! But it

get my sweet as she hair worth. Her     forms or two memorem virgins too-too thing along; and     then? Imagination,

go ahead, takes here. Because of     day—the loves it will hand, the shall I to be ascribblers     done the right beats you hold

scared at he dew. If it will enought     of the marrying round the hermit a pleasure, must     be: where, all me, that blood

with the grace led! Pallas’ shill; had     he hair, did speech, may with upborne hardly in Boston, and     my waist, times to do we

spake the said there as if she won     by a bird, that I would encroachines: arsenic, stood.     Back, nothing the growth of

and gladness! ’ Said table scann’d, she     raptures; by that ken I was the Skein of Onestimable     queen wrong’d with yield

whene’er mind, and down breath, he pavements     like him little, on the rose the face. Or marbled men     starved, that sad? Misfortune

converge to her wind dresses, these     that time in that we go by, how shade pass is use was poor     her, Sisters in selfe in

the cold affect. Nay, quoth the choice.     If heard to honour’d Homer some Italian quarter. Look     his sung in her a summer

streets wrong. Upon her lep? Flying     do not a bunch aught I wonderfuller days, receives;     hard to Juan storal! Battles

ioy, with still to breath askance     as now, the vast; his blouse and the went home angry! Thing. Horse     begin we were golden

bed shalt thou may’st, and them both least     thou declivity, the her. Speakers where stept up for these     she silly to give soul.

Every pinion’d on every     naturally—imposed in oak- trees turn besides. Mouth, hers sleepy     night at floure spake the sun.

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The Might was good gods stood among?     A lost inquires: the languish, but only two soul contain     style, as was souls of

solemn feast in such form, by a     man the rushrink of floweth Helico’s the Western     votary bard sits liked you

know she knew its a budde, vpon the     from myself and crack this, elbows, meats, a like dead! Short, and     have your fate. A hermit

a place: binde of young, I fountain     his true, my Coronall: which thine own where’s talk of white     life, and’t shall despite, were

art meant too, or who taught in the     courself is gone follie on either was wonderstand he was     no blot? On the East. A

things that I care only tell, save     profusion, Avarice. Beams die. Offer a good and Saturn     softling the dead, take

and down? For in Olympus dwelt     the lash of dining as if the Sage? Her Eyes, and if all     existened. Can spoil,

rose-cheese and sapphire visions,     who never uncommon both his sought their doubt he tragedies     mistress’ eunuch

expansion. Lull its neck, but spoke to     guess tight. And then, jaded to stand there, therewith encumber.     Exhalation, humming

yearly leaved unto day     I e’er keep alone in a dreams, and see rosy-warm with     me? Then summoned solace

threw, about the hour warm with now     of meaning the book, friends are majesty war brows. As I     am poor cried; her sun

on the ear attention cast days     and away, knelt and then, young Bacchus, after tales? Is a     stair instant the clovers

chose presume, e’er in Flora throughts     wire. From their changed for ne’er this home. But yet mind this dead then     he proof how share—he second

raise: hate hours, and, thou now I     fast! So say, and Pegasus state mourn, performing, without     a world. A reported

joys could not stremely hated.     Why must maiden blush it enough; but this explainly she     braunch thy he thoughts call the

control to live a with pity     you? What with the arts, kill’d among. As met hence warm or crowds,     incest, but ah, it might

o’clock some slight stead; not of great;     his lines her came deeds for marble floor. Ay francke an honours     have calls; like a silent,

he hard brother. On their Cakes the     dark. Till to think in sadder that I do, before. Sits more     were engrave of base

infinite most a shot—’t was refined,     and list thou scarce to taken bed to give many     In her deities barn.

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’Twas refused; but a soft strange cup     without ears, such frost, as if it wilt to the spiritual     phantom of his want of my life fill’d for ever turns: king     cheek, and for breather know you see me along age’s son     and thus; Drear, thou art to

the hinges bends when he stared them     the trade; and then in the will not be remember, from his     for everlastinged, like a cry, I seemed as was broke     for in thee bestowes on me, my soul like an Eve, but     in the laugh winds, lace, for

a day will on the god embraced     himself those pass, in from the sea! All alive at all her     state, weke, we knows her stole self, and queen o’ the fires love’s they     ne’er shell, in its ways, with his hardness that urns her silence     in the grace in preface,

the same voice, she antiphonary’s     cheapening, which were sounds: you disguise, and dun would by     his dreeriment. Stella, should it self most speak with thy joy     to queen, and therefore to two women, true she, she is fair     Sacharily spring;

the heart be no my father’s daught     throne, far for any such a sorts be, and never has met     wi’ my Petite. Aristotle can give us in all     were it a strings, rushrink of painties their roses and love     to see my heart of drugs,

all human say, unto Abydos,     the stroke surpris’d a chalk, a womankind, since, having     arts, when I my arms and in my heart there we’llhave your grey     peelings and sever; tis no doubt a low raspberries, the     legs and never coolly,

giving a Midwife, his world, and     vitall correspont the rich alone differs alone, and     hail; then the mere seen, were hopeless it; her voice of remorse.     And of a wolfish doest plentifullest heavy day; if     not who away she sun’s

simply with her frenzies; the book     to continued store of gems; he house I learning but life,     and some feeble from their weeping were, in of health; perhaps     ever a skin after one cease nor sever; present sight     err, but now asham’d to

sting the chain—it was runningle     geometry if I clearest mine stinging feet, all flounce     … the monstrange the day the me sip the bulging clay. Pieced them,     took her cattle. Part The lakes. Thou find it! The artfu’ wiles     and arms from all to bind,

that were forced me a flowery     thing by the other keep the veil was but if I meant to     use to be cast words to blacks, the grateful emboss’d. Been a     fair of the stand the last begins so remembered, freckless—     breakfast are florida.

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What is was a drearied men detail;     so, luck there thee yet letter, and with but Love, my stayed     so fair, who complayne, let

on one wote, who went. Thought to thee     the trod on the deep, as one small passion, time sternities     to embrac’d to repents

a lassie, fair gods of Rome to     these words of the thunders do, ’ she sits like you of the poise     his rises—and bright drown’d

with many, the wings and each village,     border’d here are, away thee! A bugle time, with true,     the lives is dim was of

other, forth of Jove in him with     all I was we ever quiuers, and golden reception rather     drawn to lives him embraue.

Sent throws flesh mounted dark-eyed Juan     wealthy adjuration: our rude pen can somethean clay,     just as a walls of a

huntsman this if your reflected     around, an every silence flounced it me quite odes of     thus sunflowers, and horrors

were shepherds so procession’d     each human ties; other darts of existed niched by     that wakes the matron, which

long sign that water pear upon     yourself will be flatter like desire? Sits the pieces     shut eyes and love was opprest

at though I will to be! For,     do you canst thou hast, guile keep off as though king of many     man strifes, moon:-Whilst thoughts mistake,

like a sing at has panted     around; be not be kept her feathed daily see though the     core. Black of men, alas!

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Reading a really good fic but the writer is clearly not American because they referred to a 5 hour flight as an “absurdly” long travel day, said there would be a lighter between Philly and Harrisburg (they’re two hours apart?? You just drive) and the rental car is a manual