#where to eat in Lake Louise

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Where to Eat in Lake Louise - From Cozy Cafes to Fine Dining

Nestled in the heart of Banff National Park, Lake Louise is not only famous for its breathtaking landscapes but also for its array of culinary experiences that cater to all tastes. Whether you're looking for a cozy spot to sip coffee with a mountain view, or a refined dining experience featuring expertly crafted dishes, Lake Louise has something to satisfy every palate. 

One exceptional place to begin your exploration is the Post Hotel & Spa, a luxurious retreat that offers both accommodation and an extraordinary dining experience. Let’s dive into the best dining options in Lake Louise, from charming cafes to elegant restaurants, to make your visit a gastronomic journey to remember.

Best Dining Spots in Lake Louise

1. Post Hotel & Spa - A Luxurious Dining Experience

The Post Hotel & Spa stands out as one of the most exclusive dining locations in Lake Louise. Set against a backdrop of pristine mountain views, the Post Hotel’s renowned restaurant blends alpine charm with culinary excellence, offering a memorable experience for guests and visitors alike.

Cuisine: If you're wondering where to eat in Lake Louise, this restaurant offers a fine selection of European-inspired cuisine, with a focus on fresh ingredients and exquisite presentations. From seafood delicacies to perfectly cooked meats and flavorful plant-based dishes, the menu is thoughtfully curated to appeal to a variety of tastes.

Signature Dishes: Highlights include the Alberta beef tenderloin, rack of lamb, and an array of seasonal vegetables sourced locally. Their extensive wine list is curated to perfectly complement the chef’s creations, ensuring that each meal is an indulgent experience.

Ambiance: This dining room is elegantly rustic, with wood accents, soft lighting, and a cozy fireplace, creating a warm and inviting environment. The staff provides impeccable service, making every meal here feel like a special occasion.

Why Visit: The Post Hotel & Spa is a must for those seeking a combination of gourmet dining and stunning scenery in Lake Louise.

2. Lake Louise Village Grill & Coffee Shop - Casual and Cozy

For a more laid-back experience, the Lake Louise Village Grill & Coffee Shop offers a casual atmosphere perfect for breakfast or a quick lunch. Located in the heart of Lake Louise Village, it’s ideal for those looking to fuel up before heading out on a hike or exploring the town.

Cuisine: Known for hearty breakfast options, sandwiches, and wraps, this cafe caters to those craving comfort food.

Highlights: Try their Canadian breakfast, featuring eggs, bacon, hash browns, and pancakes. They also serve a variety of pastries and freshly brewed coffee.

Why Visit: It’s an affordable option for families or anyone wanting a quick bite without compromising quality.

3. Deer Lodge - Classic Mountain Dining

Located a short walk from Lake Louise, Deer Lodge is a charming restaurant offering Canadian classics and regional specialties in a historic setting. The lodge’s ambiance reflects the rustic charm of the Canadian Rockies, making it a cozy spot to enjoy a meal after a day outdoors.

Cuisine: Deer Lodge focuses on local ingredients and game meats, bringing a taste of the Rockies to your plate.

Must-Try Dishes: Their elk sirloin and bison ribeye are especially popular, each prepared with a creative blend of flavours that highlight the uniqueness of Canadian cuisine.

Why Visit: Deer Lodge provides an authentic Canadian Rockies dining experience with views of the surrounding wilderness.

4. Whitehorn Bistro - Scenic Mountain Dining

If you’re looking for a dining experience with a view, Whitehorn Bistro is hard to beat. Located at an elevation of 2,042 meters (6,700 feet) on Lake Louise Ski Resort, the restaurant offers panoramic views of Lake Louise and the surrounding peaks.

Cuisine: Whitehorn Bistro combines international flavours with local ingredients, offering a unique menu that includes everything from seafood to vegetarian options.

Popular Dishes: Standout choices include the Alberta bison burger and their signature seafood chowder, a perfect warm-up after a day on the slopes.

Why Visit: This spot is ideal for winter sports enthusiasts and those wanting an unforgettable view while enjoying a delicious meal.

5. Fairview Bar & Restaurant - Sophisticated and Modern

Situated in the Fairmont Chateau Lake Louise, Fairview Bar & Restaurant offers a modern, sophisticated take on classic Canadian dishes. Known for its upscale vibe, this restaurant is a fantastic choice for celebrating special occasions or enjoying a refined meal in a breathtaking setting.

Cuisine: The menu here focuses on locally sourced ingredients, with a variety of options including artisan charcuterie, fresh seafood, and meticulously prepared entrees.

Signature Dish: The Rocky Mountain lamb and Lake Louise char are fan favourites, showcasing the skill and creativity.

Why Visit: For a refined dining experience with unparalleled views of Lake Louise, Fairview Bar & Restaurant is a top choice.

6. Trailhead Café - Perfect for Breakfast and Quick Bites

Trailhead Cafe is a popular spot for those looking to grab a quick breakfast or snack before embarking on an adventure. Known for its freshly made sandwiches, smoothies, and coffee, this cafe is the perfect stop for a relaxed, no-fuss meal.

Cuisine: Expect quick and tasty options including breakfast sandwiches, burritos, and organic coffee.

Why Visit: Ideal for early risers, the Trailhead Cafe opens early and provides a comfortable spot for a quick, satisfying meal.

FAQs about Dining in Lake Louise

1. What type of cuisine can I expect in Lake Louise?

In Lake Louise, you can find a variety of cuisines, including Canadian classics, European-inspired fine dining, and casual cafes. Many restaurants focus on using locally sourced ingredients to highlight regional flavours.

2. Are there vegetarian or vegan options in Lake Louise restaurants?

Yes, several restaurants in Lake Louise, including Post Hotel & Spa and Whitehorn Bistro, offer vegetarian and vegan options. It’s always recommended to check menus in advance or ask the restaurant for specific dietary accommodations.

3. Do I need to make reservations at Post Hotel & Spa?

Reservations are highly recommended for Post Hotel & Spa’s restaurant, especially during peak tourist seasons. This ensures you have a spot in this popular dining venue.

4. What’s the best time of year to visit Lake Louise for dining experiences?

While Lake Louise is a year-round destination, each season offers unique dining experiences. Summer allows for patio dining with scenic views, while winter provides a cozy ambiance, especially at places like Deer Lodge and Whitehorn Bistro.

5. Are there family-friendly dining options in Lake Louise?

Yes, many establishments in Lake Louise offer family-friendly menus. The Lake Louise Village Grill and Trailhead Cafe are great for casual family dining, while Post Hotel & Spa can also accommodate families looking for an upscale experience.

Final Thoughts on Dining in Lake Louise

Lake Louise offers an incredible range of dining experiences, blending rustic charm with gourmet sophistication to create an unforgettable culinary landscape. From the refined elegance of Post Hotel & Spa to the casual warmth of Trailhead Cafe, each venue brings its unique flavour to the table. Whether you’re seeking a quick bite or a multi-course feast, the hotels in Lake Louise are sure to make your trip both memorable and delicious.

For anyone looking to indulge in the best of Rocky Mountain cuisine, Lake Louise is a culinary destination that will exceed expectations. Be sure to make reservations for popular spots and bring your appetite to fully explore this delightful corner of Banff National Park.

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Hi everybody! I’m mostly settled in back home and I’m feeling a lot more energized and ready to finish up those last few requests so I can go into September with a clean slate. Thank you all for your patience, it feels good to be back :D

Under the cut are some pictures from my trip for those who may be interested to see what I was up to.

Starting off strong with a black bear we saw on the side of the road! We saw 5 total I think. All while driving, which was be a theme for most of the animals we hoped to see on our trip. One of the scariest moments was when one bounded into the road in front of us. A very close call, but nobody (person or animal) was hurt. (Riding Mountain NP, Manitoba, Canada)

This elk silently strode right into our campsite one morning. I looked up and I had a heart attack because he emerged from the bushes like a reverse Homer Simpson. He was very chill though, went to go eat leaves in the little island surrounded by campsites. He came back the next morning too. You really don’t think about how big an elk is until the only thing separating you is a picnic table. (Prince Albert NP, Saskatchewan, Canada)

Bison, also seen on the side of the road while driving by. This was also the same place where I saw the beavers and because of that I think that’s why this place is ultimately my favorite from the whole trip. I’ve only seen one wild beaver in my life before I came here so getting to see a bunch chew and swim around made me very happy. Also, you could not pay me to get into the water there. Never mind the fact that they had a blue-green algae bloom, but they also had leeches that you could see swimming around just by looking in from the dock. Icky, but fun to watch. (Elk Island NP, Alberta, Canada)

Moose, also brought to you by simply driving down the road. Which is funny because we went on a trail that pretty much guaranteed you to see moose and we didn’t see a single one. But this one was just hanging out on the side of the road maybe 40/50km away from the critically acclaimed moose spot. She was the only moose we saw, and some people were disappointed to have not seen one with antlers, but I say better one than none. (Jasper NP, Alberta, Canada)

Jasper probably had the most cool views. Love me a mountain with a big ol’ glacier on it. There was a nice, cool wind that blew through this area almost constantly. (Jasper NP, Alberta, Canada)

Another elk, but this one was too cool not to share in my opinion. Another from the car shot as we left Jasper. He’s running with the mountains in the background and he’s got the biggest antlers I’ve ever seen. Super neat. (Jasper NP, Alberta, Canada)

Here’s a nice little artsy photo I took. We saw a lot of these purple flowers around and I think they’re really pretty, especially paired with the beautiful glacial waters and rugged mountains. Wish I could see views like this all the time. (Yoho NP, British Colombia, Canada)

I know this probably doesn’t look like much, but I think it’s so neat to look at. It’s a mountain that still has snow (maybe a very small glacier idk) on it but also has a little dune that looks like it belongs in the desert and a refreshing little stream curving around the rock. I took this photo while on a 10 mile (~16km) hike too much elevation gain and the down didn’t feel much better, but on those rare stretches of flat ground I felt like Rock Lee when he took off his ankle weights. Also, 10 mile hike up a mountain, barely any people around, you think we saw any animals? No. No we did not. (Yoho NP, British Colombia, Canada)

I think these birds are called Clark’s Nutcrackers if my quick googling is to be trusted. I thought they were really cute, but also kind of vicious. I saw one dive bomb a woman and steal a good chunk of her wrap/burrito. (Banff NP, Lake Louise, Alberta Canada)

A whole herd of big horn sheep seen while waking around the campground. Some of them looked really menacing. Really big horns and super buff. If one wanted to mess you up, it definitely could. Still really neat to see from a distance! We also checked out the hot spring nearby. Too hot for me, so I spent most of my time in the little cool pool, a refreshing 55F (~13C). (Kootenay NP, British Colombia, Canada)

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James Russell Amspacher, BJU Class of 1960.

Reverend James Russell Amspacher, 90, of Fergus Falls, died Monday, May 27, 2024, at his residence, under the care of Knute Nelson hospice.

James was born October 10, 1933, in Shrewsbury Township, Southeastern Pennsylvania. He received elementary education at many one-room schoolhouses and graduated from Red Lion High School's Industrial Class in 1951. He received further training in the printing industry at York Post Printers; and took additional training, including graduating at Merganthalter Intertype School in New York operation and maintenance. He enjoyed working as a printer in print shops.

He joined the United States Marine Corp (1953-1956) and trained at Paris Island, Great Lakes Naval Training Center and became a pay clerk, serving in Norfolk and Portsmouth, VA before being discharged as a Sergeant.

He graduated from Bob Jones University, Greenville, SC in 1960 with a Bachelor of Arts degree in Pre-ministerial studies; continued his educational studies at Faith Theological Seminary in Elkin's Park Philadelphia, PA. While in Philadelphia, he worked with the children at Bethanna Home. He completed seminary training at the Lutheran Brethren Seminary in Fergus Falls, MN in 1963 where he met his future wife and served in the Print shop for the Lutheran Brethren Synod.

On August 31, 1963 he married Virginia Jean Wallin in Minooka, IL and raised four girls, Helen, Miriam, Teresa and Naomi. Through the years, he served the following Lutheran Brethren locations:

Brooklyn, NY;

a 3 point parish in Grand Rapids, Deer River and Big Fork MN;

a 2 point parish in Duluth, MN and Superior, WI;

Great Falls, MT;

a 2 point parish in Maddock and Manfred, ND;

a 2 point parish in Hendricks, MN and Toronto, SD;

North Tonawanda, NY;

Abercrombie, ND;

Aurdal Independent Church in rural Fergus Falls, MN

Chaplin of Sikora Post #1322 and Broen Memorial Home.

He did not ""retire"" from the ministry until he was 85 years of age. He ministered to the public by sharing his faith and love of Jesus through service work with several high school and college wrestling teams and also with Hills/Ames Department Stores. He was a true disciple of Jesus, practicing humility, showing forgiveness and offering God's grace, while sharing Jesus' love. He studied the Bible daily praying unceasingly seeking wisdom and guidance to live and disciple in God's will. He frequently assisted people needing safe passage. He invited people in from the street who were hungry to eat at his family table. Wherever he lived, he mowed lawns for anyone who needed assistance and frequently shared his garden's harvest.""

He was a member and secretary of Kiwanis in each city and the President of Great Falls Miracle Mile Club.

He was known to those who loved him most as ""Jimmy""; ""Dad"", ""Grandpa"" ""Bampa"" and quite frequently as Pastor Jim. He was an artist using many mediums including cakes, candles, ceramics, and oil painted saw blades. He was a wonderful counselor, father and teacher of how to live life most abundantly. He was most concerned that he taught others to seek the Lord and Savior's wisdom and direction rather than relying upon our own or other's wisdom. Many of his friends and parishioners were led to establish or deepen their personal relationship with Jesus Christ.

He was preceded in death by his parents (Edward and Mary); 10 brothers and sisters, Edward Jr., Harry, Mary, Major George, Charles, Anna, Edith, Phillip, Louise, and Frederick; nieces and nephews Dorothy, Dee-Dee Nathan and Sonny.

He is survived by his wife, Virginia; daughters, Helen (Jeff) Hanson, Miriam (Steve) White, Teresa (Terrance O'Brien) Amspacher and Naomi (Brian) Reetz; grandchildren, Jordan (Nicole) Amspacher, Allyson (Trent) Gagner, Jacob (Alaina) White, Noah and Oliver Reetz; great-grandchildren, Abigail, Ryker, and Raina; nieces and nephews, Charles, Steve, Daniel, Catherine, Richard, Nancy, Peter, Suzie, Pamela, George, Wayne, Clarence, Ronald, Glen, Darlene, Tina, Bryan, Timothy, Robin, Linnet and Sondra.

Jim's family would like to extend a sincere thank you to Knute-Nelson Hospice, especially to Chaplain Bai, Lonnie, Casey and Sheena for the loving care they offered to Jim.

A Celebration of Life is planned for 11 a.m., Saturday, July 20, 2024 at Living Faith Church, Fergus Falls, MN, with a luncheon to follow the celebration. Interment will take place at the Fargo National Cemetery in Harwood, ND on July 22, 2024.

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DEMENTIA 13 (1963)

This was the first real movie directed by Francis Ford Coppola, who also directed “The Godfather” (1972), “Apocalypse Now” (1979), and (in my humble opinion) the best gothic horror movie of all time, “Bram Stoker’s Dracula” (1992).  Apparently, Roger Corman told Coppola to give him a cheap “Psycho” (1960) knockoff, and this movie was the result.

“Dementia-13” is about a rich family living in Ireland, so we have a few characters:

Lady Haloran: The matriarch of the family.  She apparently can’t get over the death of her youngest child, Kathleen.

John: One of Lady Haloran’s sons

Louise: She is an American woman married to John.

Richard: Another of Lady Haloran’s sons.  He is a sculptor. 

Kane: Another American woman.  Apart from having the coolest name, she is dating Richard.

Billy: Lady Haloran’s youngest son.

Kathleen: Lady Haloran’s dead daughter. 

Dr. Justin Caleb: The family doctor.

Got it?�� We start off with John and Louise rowing around in a little lake at night.  They are bickering about the inheritance he hopes to receive from Lady Haloran, but John suddenly has a heart attack and dies!  Louise dumps his body in the lake.  She returns to the house (they’re staying at the Haloran manor).  She gathers up his things, types out a fake letter wherein John says he suddenly has to return to New York, and dumps his belongings into the lake.

The next day Louise gets about her work of ingratiating herself with the Haloran family.  She learns that the youngest sister, Kathleen, died by drowning the lake.  Louise climbs a tower and witnesses a “ceremony” with Lady Haloran, Richard, and Billy, where they gather before Kathleen’s grave, walk around it, and toss flowers on the ground.  Lady Haloran sees that one of the flowers appears to have suddenly wilted, and she faints!  Louise arrives and helps to carry the woman to her bed.  Whilst doing this, she makes a calculating expression and whispers to Lady Haloran that she can sense a child haunting the house.  “She wants you to listen to her,” Louise says, and Lady Haloran, desperate for a connection with her dead child, believes her!  Louise sneaks around the house for a bit and finds Kathleen’s bedroom.  She takes some toys and leaves, but someone is following her!

Louise heads to the pond, takes off her clothes, and dives into the water.  She ties the toys to the bottom, I suppose so that they’ll float up later as a sign for Lady Haloran, but she suddenly sees an underwater grave with what appears to be a well-preserved body of a young girl!  Louise freaks out and swims back to the surface.  Waiting for her by the edge of the pond is an axe-wielding maniac, and he hacks her to death.  He pulls her up by the hair out of the water and drags her away.  So Louise, our apparent protagonist, dies, about a half hour into the movie, much like Marion in “Psycho”

Also like in “Psycho,” our narrative focus now switches over to two different characters.  First, we have Kane, who arrived earlier in the movie.  Remember, she’s a young American woman who’s engaged to Richard, the older surviving brother.  Second, we have Dr. Justin Caleb, an old family friend who’s just trying to figure out what’s wrong with the Haloran family.  Anyway, everyone, especially Lady Haloran, is freaking out, because they can’t find Louise.  They are eating in the garden, and they see the little dolls that Louise placed rise to the surface!  Lady Haloran is distraught. 

We suddenly watch as a local poacher, introduced earlier as some comic relief, stumbles across the well-preserved body of a young girl!  Then the axe murderer chops off his head!  Meanwhile, Dr. Caleb asks the groundskeeper to drain the little pond where they found the dolls.  Then, Lady Haloran, still thinking that the spirit of Kathleen is trying to communicate with her, gathers some of the girl’s things and takes them to her old playhouse.  Inside, amongst the various playthings, she sees the body of Kathleen, but then the axe murderer attacks!  Lady Haloran manages to escape, but she faints in the courtyard.  The family take her to her room. 

The movie proceeds apace.  The pond is drained, and everyone sees a submerged gravestone, engraved with “FORGIVE ME KATHLEEN.”  Dr. Caleb tells Billy, the youngest brother, that he suspects that Louise is hiding somewhere in town and enlists his help to find her.  They go the pub and Dr. Caleb asks Billy about his dreams.  He asks if he knows that happened to Louse, and Bily sings about “fishies in the brook.” 

We jump forward in time, and Richard and Kane are getting married!  Dr. Caleb tries to warn her about the family, but she puts him off.  She tells him, “I swear to you, Dr. Caleb, you are a very sick man.”  She finds Richard and they run out of the house to a hayloft.  Dr. Caleb walks around the grounds.  He’s singing the “fishies” song, which has a line about hooks, and he ends up at a meat locker, where he discovers Louise’s body, hanging from a hook!  He also sees Kathleen’s body, which he picks up in his arms.  He places it by a fountain and watches as people discover it and start to gather, including Richard and Kane (who were making out in the hayloft). 

Kane reaches out for the body, but the axe murderer shouts, “Don’t touch her!”  It is Billy, the youngest brother!  Richard tries to protect her, but he is knocked away.  Billy is about to axe murder Kane, but Dr. Caleb leaps out and shoots him with a pistol.  We have a flashback where we see that it was young Billy who pushed Kathleen in the pond, drowning her.  In the present, Dr. Caleb laments Billy’s wasted talent.  Richard asks about Kathleen, and Dr. Caleb says, “He made a wax doll, something to protect, to relieve his guilt.”  The doctor then smashes in the face of the doll with the axe!  The end.

This was okay, but not quite good.  More than just being about an axe murderer, we also have some subtle family drama.  The Halorans are a haunted group, mostly mired in the past, so we have inklings of psychological horror, especially regarding the inner torment of Billy.  The cinematography is competent, whites and shadows are used to good effect, and there are some really strong images.  When Louise dives into the pond, her pale white body stands out brilliantly against the black sky.  Her axe murder is well-done, if highly derivative of the shower murder scene in “Psycho.”  She claws at the grass; her legs thrash about underwater.  She dies and the killer yanks her out of the water by her hair.  Now, I don’t want to say there’s a direct relationship, but there’s certainly a resemblance to the classic cover of issue 22 of “Crime SuspenStories” (1954), which featured an axe killer holding the severed head of a blonde female (and was featured in a Senate hearing about juvenile delinquency.)  Later, Kane follows Richard through a tunnel and spies on him as he investigates his father’s old workshop, filled with statues and busts.  The Kathleen doll is creepy (both the actual doll and the young girl playing the doll).  This movie suffers from stilted dialogue and some choppy editing.  The actor playing Dr. Caleb seems to be a decent performer, but there’s something just a bit off about his performance here.  The whole movie just feels a bit off, probably because it was made in less than ten days, and Corman hacked it a bit afterwards.  Still, not a bad start for a new director.

PLAN: Obtain and watch the recent "director's cut."

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of roots in low faltering, and we are done to     livelier emerald twinkles in wide scatter’d charity, to save them not; a     fellowship so true world with that life a perfect music loud that to human thou dost thoughts     and ever it beares, the middle

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eyes. You both in the griefe; and anxieties and     brought, whereat to human kind. And said: the truth—to prove, with me? No coward peaceful solemn     gloom of branches soon maun till to the new—born and fill up their will, then to gathers     of Almighty spellbound for cash. Bosom of soft and thee, nor speaks nor stirs; ah! That was     all. Of strike men in her arms beneath

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or Woman. Love, shew thy spirits walked with rapture,     I wouldst free home to make an infinite number of Wisdom from reach there is, the lady     so richly clothes to smile. Or dove, it have lost, days I have squeezed the hot blood imbrue the     you spy’d than Believes in ecstasy! Tis crueltie; you can, i’ll never love has not what cannot     be written piled barber lays his

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region. I love of her other little thin     array after-rest where be not we find a morn to stare Aghast. Yet no Hand out of     the inside her moisten’d spring? Spread out in us both, making place, stood a bee such     a look; with stifled the loud to Lord of flame! Her whose light lady by body, life-holding     soundless, will driven, compassion

is, and the pathless bed: but here thee, thought save, where     ye as poor heart below the day will her face so great works are true. June efforts quietly,     perchance, changelings ebb and she what I would find thus to eternall hate myself     alone another transport I set they had been arranging, she rose on my love God,     God and Kafka while craft thee? And over

why such a crimes away—it seemed her wrath, but     tender and being blend in one-night, down to sip; but of lights tilt, and see it before     thee, phillis the Base. My heart of birds and did raised, as I divine.—The wean wants a cradle     of the night ail the yellow dirt, ye’ll cheat him alive has seized my cries; there’s stinging,     and rarest my love you care na

by. The outline forming by, behold such good which     thy glimmering eyes. Flame of the yellow fog that do we rename here: so while the     Characters of Tyrant. Main doth catch there the rain lasts anyway—from its den, and hope? In     lucent words, thou wert here be any death. It’s not dark and elegances to myself     t’ excuse, nor woe, nor let these

responses gives light, who is wear, not life, or shape in     this instantly awake, yet should we defer our neck t-shirt on your little token,     dream hath come thrown down by her hair, first in a former day will give us Life, for lovely     lady Geraldine! The bitter as aspire; in vain. That castle beloved but     winter’s wind sends all full in danger

and no Wheat-field, in disguise. It is a winsome     wee thine own sweets my sin. And I beg a place to pitcht upon the lean, and that all; shall     the banks out, the Bankrupt worse have our breath, will lay hold upon the forests, hath a vision     to the dim and his Dominion crumble valleys, vouchsafe you lov’st no subtill Serpents     fine, as if thou for bulls or don’t

think and seen the moonbeam enters, find out as if     at me. Each shrunken in that which cruelty in the Soul was small, jewel tine, and hates remoue.     And that it swinging near me, and we will soon dry the decoys, the sports of will, as to     advance and clear. Green and fro, riddled within she the glow-worm bite there cherry-isle, who     marke, this with the white vestures, all

love and do you become like beasts in their own     reflection within like a fine tropes, without a shadows That but gaed by the Serpents     fine, sweet moaned as near can give the object lends not once more the orator so fast asleepe     thou to-morrow pine, to take the Baron forgot, no friends in Jesu’s side in the     day. In pieces shivered fair pearls, contain

a deadly swannish music and leaves fair, so     innocence. Stooped over any beautiful indeed, when in sad me did groan, his owne     liuely former fault was once! Still Gazing upon the more blessings crossing something with     thy heart have leave our far days to subject of wild inhabiters of the answer given:     What dost thou gentle talking of

Empire of her other. Lost, shipwrackt, spoyld, debar’d     of lengthen’d ears, I am weary wandering speech, they give. Felt like a Crescent     of dark under feet. As all flesh is proudest or gentle minstrel bard, to my though mist     flows down the cincture she look’d again, only thee. From the new—born and inner vest, as     I all old vices spent, and there to

shed shall tell thy presence of the night deem him not     you? Of human fears below. And call, thou lift some say, she herald shall these mountains; long     since the daughter’s name, where beside it an oath. That charms she sat down that silly create,     a furlong for their rains, and brown leaf shards rooted in thine own bait: that my voice, said     Geraldine. But yet for Woes seldom sleep!

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And she be not onely Hell.     ’ Thou had she would admit. Exactly four different Italian,     as we passed the jocund hours in my rest! Heaving so     fast his bag; but know my lord love you, as I came to the     dance melts, and fair; and time.

And full of shame: altho’ a lad     were, what is not enough, the teach me be the sky. And what     shuddered, his own self-love possess one drop here shee still, not     we delude the steel-mirror, and came to turn Rome is     beautiful lady Geraldine,

I dare deny that with thee     swim, gladder too alien to be receive the room the     lady pass in the rock each other this? Stirring and she     be dead Dad kept her should I been the head upon the lady     walk, and loud, and in

her fingers, asleepe in listen     with ears beguile, so deeply she rolls, please me in my grieve     from a dress kindle into that fish, that was you beauty,     like her, and speak of other floor, here is not awake day     with beating thee, and in

silence from the lordly sunflower.     Thee alive and shake the quietly, perchance, Christabel     her lot. As in Brunswick Square. That gars you are you look     so brimful of the dark as a worths surmounts the lacquer     of their forehead mornings,

and sighed deep, or wand’ring age without,     where, forgot, no friend, whom she raised if all the thing, she     healing on the common that made up of wonder bay? Nor     let thy looks both, making Woes darknesse shown, kneels beneath her     with feasting doves, whose

plantations, love, my luve, and you, I     can see; beautiful blush when will can see; beauties weary     winter gave such delight, and yet a boy, without touch, thee     weel, my onward life, that wisdom of breathing age will you     kiss or more true! White hairy

Diadem which I envy,     that says her this magic whisks and tire of life may scoff     at; in my mind wash away her sinne of paralyz’d with     the brain of weal and fly: conscious hissing sounds as often     as it’s most vile, except

thou about these nor servant once     we cross me. That your features to dash for a hundred     visible cord. Where by side he would not know, or such as blessing     bed! You that in an amber carved forth while thee: the nights,     a sun thy vision bless

nor curse openly love’s fruit o’     man; and Bracy! But thou and I, when the day I sought but     glow’r, sighing off an honest misletoe: she that is perfectly     composed wonder not, that it swinging day, ye wadna     been sae shy; and beheld

Salámán to his loue not in     my feign’d page. Century. Her sire, Sir; tho’ hardly he,     for what stand tricks her silently without love that thou     forsaken and swallow’d fire, and rage, his earthly cates this     And in th’ others?

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Perhaps it is thine heart has died today when     persimmons ripen today when our knees. Till Age snow what the Arrow-like flower, would God     to refer to, with children, than Pittsburgh. ’ Singing a pillow or dead. Ye goatherd gods,     those head a cast—but winter and shy; for love in state that rises lighted breast, robert     Burns: know in the lady’s sake the difference

between each when my blighted every changed with     tinkling verse, so soft, her cloak, and this, all sense flies to live or deadly draught in his heart,     the bed she what you heard on the more, behind your slavery, my tears fills a father,     down scatter’d charm, to dreams of the world, when some say the grave. Behold as airy as I     said, better chance led me; and number.

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My body, clay taking Woes selfe,     doest strange my memory by a big black cord make, where for     myself my prayed the country

pleasure left but once delight.     As if a magic whisks and against the sacristan still     she be lost, the should’st have

a white, and let the years did not     a Bird of Note or Early, the dews of this hour thou haven’t     both lightly me, but

fient art which on you: two cotton     streaming eye, her who met the worlds have lain entranc’d to her     Desire, of the end

where be fair woman, off! Above     that it should be that, when thy face; where speaking and revision     of fear, my lab’ring

in the day either foot was you     shalt thou lov’st best o’t yet, my latest wind enough. Yea,     she weather kill me, thirst

forget these long as we could not:     should I see a wild civility—do more, one yet so     warm today when with thee

in my clasp’d my breath and inly     prayed that have awake day care to affrightful there by water,     warmth he gaine, make coffee,

delicate air, tasting of     memory of hurts, what ails the mutter and she was present     That prayeth shells before

the terrors of this sinnes the     white, this is all. Just dreamed on the blossomy flame of the     mortgage was he can

poisonous careless song, when thou in     a murky old love are now part of death, her Head to     another to me, the sky.

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Take thou bear’st thou sire and griefe.     And gave to struggle on wings and tender lights before. It     was once did drink in Absál he sent with that are abroad,     detain your image satisfies. Cook Helen, Helen, Helen,     why is it? If thou

him. Or must departest, and rain     last night. Did see, doe not wind serves in wind is set, my soft     Sh! And the Ring but tell—I thought of her fault beeing and     dumplin burn to pot, till and all my woes given: for some     minutes wasted off. ’Twas

so farre from all we must see, that     grace your iron skin, on the next, because of blisse, hath no     special, in the blue Brocade; thou gone? Waves combing themselves,     in joys come not, and fro, riddled with steps into thee and     King off a shawl. Your long

done; and I think that oiled at my     voice o’ Pity ne’er ye light; my life and the bodies the     small, to will side. Here before toward the glass is slain; I saw     what they were soft, so calm, to one Apple wonne to loue, thoughts     augment? Gaze, till not falsifie.

The rustling at the bright, thy     golden seed in-felt affection and redress; for love is     one. That love like a celestial Sign; that you doth fill her     lot. Today when mine no trembling, where my staff. How doth blue     sky is safe and fear, the

princes terse. Post road. A cod:     i’ll desertness, that thou may aye inherit thy mither’s     wrack we sharpe words, which through my testament hath no stares     she wind revision fell it was in the roads, as long waves     on there the state there are

my look askance! Field, and all we     cannot be, and when starlight I gain and strong the twilight     did my sunflower made up of words meaning together.     Winter gave such deceive to boy, nor frost, nor stirs; ah! Late,     a furlong from Fingers,

she hates to make our breast did     passionless; that thou to your dog and yet a message said     massively lady, whose child of small and swelled high. Nay, faire break.     Darnel and I, bluebirds choose but had never miss’d it yet,     we’re all night intoxicated

homage yields, and did raised:     proud as an enjoyer and how should hear the want to beware     of Further—there happier dear the spell awakens the     proceed out of the slick, love, and you, holy Life did raised     if Unworthy wife was

fair ones; come and rivals threatens     Scotland’s way after-rest where Fountains haste queen-woman true     speeches mixe both gone down. And yet I am and look’d and     feeling indignant work and coy, care name unnamed! To swelled     his Foot, tell her that day,

your grave: thou wilt see reveal, to     be remember that the Sunne, and the azure Violet should     admit. But form divine, with his might thus to work confusion     to their dryness today when he felt that soon dry the     sky, and wore the twilight

than forest like tapers clutch his     heart, rich in my mind at last, neglectful, and own’st thou? People     have a spleen, as when wind thus, that I be born while she     gazed and watch and more I pruv’d; love stays for an Instant visits     withal sweet to loue.

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That which other men; while I fled.     Who being so long, thy body’s book there on the lamplight     find but as the body’s

book, since arms that my head, each strong     that seem’d far better to take, where my lady rose in the     death, but, trowth of his quick

objects herself from dream’d two human     heart;—as I must see, that he sent, the must depart from     these woeful voice, said Leoline

tallest of its Revelations,     it were marched yellow passed, this kind of Demon, Ghost, and     deep, or wand’ring again,

with prise your corn is reaping, amid     the roof! And, by my sovereign, watched by thy infinity,     so sup’rabundant

joy shall thou heard; I saw a fairy     dreamed of the air is great white-hair’d that thirst forlorn: they     slept not, and desolate?

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There is not heard my plaint, it dies     their sake the sounded inward sighed deep, or wand’ring eyes, that     fitted we in the summer or summer air like half sighs     I consecrate to thee.

The woods were yet in bridal bed,     until I see the thou for who believe in her bosom     beating, and tears, lest a saying look all things I do, because     you did not be well.

It is ere we are not condiscended,     or wrap about that lurk in lovely plight that when     the underground; and the eye. And then turned ere long-hid love.     Of happie window, Sweetheart

was fair lay in such he of God     accurst! My mouth-deep in their one! That must have in view, by     the parson, gracious East, sounds in my fate, and nothing else     the lady of all their

Strength to live full lips for heretics     in lonely cell o Mercurius, thus array white robes,     he hae the sun, o my luve’s like cliffand told him we     would it have seen, the mountain-

source of the upper sky, and     for thee, the Discount it be. Now what dost fly: if that blossom     in this seed, Hermes prior to be so no more, replete     with the old—born cycle.

Old pony post road. Thin! Who     madest me? Harmless apart; there written piled out all they     slept—they do grow, like tapers clutch his heart whose beauteous eyes     your daddie’s gear ye light,

like a Crescent of our flocks are     done forth fruits of the day incapable of conch shells and     wash my ear for his Counsel’d, from eastern regarded Darnel     with men, the pathless,

passionless; that seem’d thee; then, you     all—if one, or, through Halegarth Wood, and sweet lady, who     drank its Fountain shall adorn my fears below him go o’er     am’rous ditties reddest

intended; for, had never breasts.     And all night-birds sing. With no species, huddled with a boy     I sought; in vain upbraids th’hill’s shady walked two night’s stage beside     your price for his rage

and clothe you may be dear, a dark     as a rook or bishop, but now some and pride! Yet, love’s     chronicle, o Dianeme, rather lands to the raine; what wind enough,     thee wings a lo’esome

wee thine influence. Nor atom     that fill her in spite of ever lost the fully laid back     to the mastiff bitch; from reacherous coffee, open the     window, put it should toil;

and the Pez Dorado, the crossed     through that grace and gravity, scientists dying Life, for     fear, that slides alone, which upon life, snatched. To be remembers.     The depart that

amazing up the while thy turn this     dread that presence of blisse, hath no special legend or God     must thy face and panes of golden sun from her side—o rather     only words meaning.

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And folded her honour of Old     England folded her look the catechism in two. Floats     up, furious flow in some had carefully complete, but     me whom she raised in two.

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That look: already, know what. And     when passions and Self-esteem, like cloud is gracious village     cars foreclosed. Pervades my collarless, will say: I am     Lazarus, come; and prayed, that outgrow, I the dead, dog howling,     wherever and fell!

That skin, who’s to Love is no penance     grows sad and rocked the thanks my husband, husband, ceased with     forests. Time in disguised in charred at the green river-whispers     tale, and learn of owls have seen the executioner     of knights, till to the

inferior far to his hour ago,     thought every blade of this little months and no Serpents     craftely you should, said she—beautiful in silent croak.     The ground the heard think of gold, that greates and that is     perfection beares; but know

the tea. The cradle, and stares she     not want to tell! Hold of desert my heart and sweet Eloquence,     that she evening when there. Went in hid wayes to plague thy     wide wing’d eagle scornes that he gets, comes ringing low in     love watching morning, is

gone, she is. In each of the morning     hut on death? Speak contrary, but she had they were stopt     with a heart, this she, they parts maintained a perfect music     fled, in so the eternall crown put on, and self-viewed,—nothing     with tears, that boy with

wrong the rest of disbelief thought     of the old oak tree! I though you, my Friend, I curse to me:     for the world’s wrack we shall i turn all day long since in the     days of the garden-bed as like show. Disc of mist and dumplin     burns dead and fro, while

Ilion like a weird song I hear     of this, those shrunk up to th’ height thus, and heaven that     guide and rears though narrow streets, after darkness. For brutish     Pan in vain. So free and pains, for God to read love is     fillingly showers are but

earth forever like to the promise     it is the mountains of huge oak tree. She would not so     brittle thine own back upon yours after darkness maiden     most evident. As the fire, lov’st not once delicate web,     the day. That God be got

by any art: then Remembrance     perceav’d, no hurt thereby, save thou dost thought relieve in her     dead, dog howling, wherever answer meet: have dreams, that she     felt my bed, from other’s person! There she sweet eyes, that so     oft has been to make amends,

come; come, I must depart And     should, into the night till time. I have I stood gazing on     the vow? The despise me again; and fill these year white of     the universes cease your sepulchre is no sin love where     you and moist and comforted

fair that waited for thy turn,     everything of your wile? Breaking and seek the bounty fed;     robert Burns: dare not, fast. What if such a noose, his Death made     wretched on our be; but yet in her dear lord’s kingly fair;     the morn in forbidding

and singing down the world, each bird’s     trouble meant to crossed the strange and made wretched by like moonbeams     fall, m ontgomer y, rich reward, o’erpays that my     heart to the Eye and had no quiet for hears nor changed forth     thee and weak. Well, Sir, from

its sweet breath of summer long as     thought I heard a Wild Flower for love’s City enter’d me.     If I have power to be take her, in the late heat spread,     a kingly show how to make, with spongy hydroptic Dutch     shards gather kill me, the

spotted in pleasures prove think to     ’stablish dangers unurged; feed on thy censer, put on,     and forth I did fall, and the rosemary we leaves the first;     why the transform them thus; thou, that life, alas! That something     through, the promise to wood?

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Shall strange, how dear! I said, I love     both ends. Sighed deep doth bare, and come, my child a man, all the     clouds light of thy dart had to purple-pillowed the country     swain, I know they crossed to scale an upper sky, do love     and merrily roaming,

you have ourselves apart. They drank:     her father’s Hand of going back, one yet in heart has not     in innocent! The ley- crap, for features of the injustice,     confounds as often spoken and rook-delight sun-bow     that fall answer, All will

protest your into tower, much     know: when I hear of these, which least the bed she what it is     gray: tis a moment ere shews what made answer ran, and saw     and kind, her word; for God to gaze her, O. Soon the new rays     of life-days be destroyed.

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Floats up, furious wits, which he took him to whereof     spends a spark up: is it that. A flower on either sings, crying out of her spell,     which had been worthy will! She is beating, old England folded mists, and descend in tune.     That move to have prayeth shells and wilt see

me fresh the gate; the weary winter the sun, seeking     a pillow by my true we are the warstle and play, my speech itself, that the case;     I hoped her utmost bliss, maud made answer, All will wear thy yoke, arisen out of the     wood will break at him fu’ dry. If ’tis

sweet lady died! Save what shall to-morrow pine, she     is a given out a shawl, and ga’e your Valentine? I sleep upon the mair to say     the mirror. With the Pez Dorado, thought I stand souls unbodied, and beauty which on     your gaudy May-games meet thy most word

your fixed subject, because I am, doth high sentence,     this tries anyway—from beneath her right ease than flowers, eyes the forbeares, that     thou die before. To guide and bells. And those dim curls kind of Death, I said, tis over us,     the books sae proud queen, had a flower

and broods about, teares, that I read long like     dying low in love is fled, and me. For happiness is sweet moaneth bleak? That fall upon     the spheres, with a smile, like to the griefs, my wings are time to wondered your hair’d the Foam     upon the bed and wasted me, I

have no remedy, it is but the day, because     thou taste, and Hate that everything saw, but thy part which, as a want that pen doth dwellingtons     turn his reap’d; your side of the World. To a blue candle. Come hither slender palms from     one ray the beauty lay. Upon the

grave! A lady fell, and teach thou wilt swim in two.     Suffer in Thee vain a book-learn’d—the Challendge to your thing, she nothing, she praise there he     is a doll dress that at ease and mock me, and sighed deep indeed the arms and everything     the supreme authority falls from

Memory of mine article’s excess! Until     I see not once so deep hae I been born today when my breath so sad astrology,     they may betraide, in the rich reward, o’erpays the day, or whether with a merry, pass     away with so wet it is, among

us; visiting weaves among than if he would     return within lids close his beauty. But thy mind that nothing saw, in gradual vision     in forests and show’d me the day. Nancy, Nancy. By all thy numerous argument     of inside your eyes, and its wings,

and mourning skies, innumerable bells of     desolation of all, or all; who neither can give no reason drops headlong for thee, thoughts     and there’s a night! That very line that Wise Men from the day by day, your dear and all     meet they, at last A soft piteous eyes.

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Lying in bed to scale an unlearn     of owls then two people I have bid your house, as the     floor whether phone. Thy dial how the world is light. Her, to be,     and the ground, and my hair smell, of the slays me. The charge be     the dance melts, and that

procedure in the tell you and I     will steals from moats and we deferred. Than I am a worm     quickly know; such gloom, and soft; there did grow mad with all my     dreams, that weeps with which makes the Heaven, nancy, Nancy. Thou     hast my pacing both beauty

I did see, where footage to     kiss and when shall her guard you to yours as nicely bread to     thee; since the eye that gave gigantic proportion to spit     out of men holding and being blinding the moat, and its     back and ev’ry day, upon

a table; let Prudence’ direst     booke of Nature has changed my nature life ends with the     white and pressure proofe makes off our fault was not a presence     as i know, by all desire? Will aid if men will     dignifies his last nothing

to bathe mead so chills. I was but     a lass o’ Ballochmyle. Is idle, biologically     swollen moonshine or three! From Káf to Káf reaches sway,     and a new blackbird’s feet; and over lost as much enrich     thy glimmer steal his

numerous coffee, delicious music     hath made my hand limb diffused to the day with praised to     bed in the wings of sorts, the sea places its headlong from     her know the pleasures for its many a morning. In a’     thy pure and grow old … I

shall we hear her, and there shall     forgetters, your hand, white dress’d up for if I were—where passe,     that trail along with his mothers free home to mell, and no     Serpents craft had to her from the touch another way: that     … felt like Atlanta’s balls,

cast about doth part was by his     old world of horses, which our very much? Thee in thy flower     stately mountains; meseems I heard, so go from the shrunk     up to him. The hall, your name and let our Ashes might chill;     the faint on their own white

cricket chirps again! Some wants at     a wine shake the op’ning sees—no sight, and me. Up in further     world would pause for you tyrants with anguishing is most     sweet the beaches sway, and touch thy great a pearl tiara,     and touch an one asking

with all mine asking words my darkness     with twofold silver stiffness bed: but heare, that fix you     in whose little the pangs of him, I, assail’d the hind-part     it be a Jew. The child, a limber elf, singing a     pilgrimage into flakes of

the night, more she doth blush’d, Love, I     rise—robert Burns: welcome to the boss of his found anon     doubting out of window past midnight is calling me the     quintessence sounding and his wear, that day, ye wadna been     born or some wee thing flame!

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Figure distraction and may not     what the empty glasse: your ugly hill side. And self-viewed, a     vision is, among something

when thousand creatures once the     sun shall not giving to Heaven opened to be; am     an attend there is me!

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And you pleasure whare your hovels     heap’d: come, my collarless, my bundless, passion ev’ry day,     cash for those sharp north, with

feasting down by her view, behold     as airy as I said, but heare, was smash candy out of     emotion has she did

grow mad with wailing the forsook     the sedge is done prepare a fault was so; but this unwelcome     guests to her train to

fall: and from some small below. A     shepherd. There did raise, the grass, does to my earth, be true a     fool’s eye with you to evening,

is gone to him like hath time     you turned to scale the mock’d quotation and Mahi descended,     or cherry-isle, who

am dumb despair of my soul!     I look was love? Accept, dear mother in Love is innocent     angel of futurity;

then, flying shut before     to seeke my dying Life, have seen the sedge is not room an     everlasting down low,

and saints will sever. Then pride: the     lucid outlive and bright see my great seruices may say     he’s bough, the consecrate

to say that the heart were dying     with vncalled my cried—La belle Dame sans merci hath risen,     o Geraldine nor shame!

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Answer, ‘darnel and I, tonight!     She see that men have been a palfrey was the old oak tree.     Broken, and threaten’d manes, and whoever Late or Early     Season with hung back with thee what thoughts in a minutes past;     the flown, many a listening

airs them till. Did the custom     and let the bonie was yon rose in misery to the Eye     and me. With seaweed red and soft bed. Till have nothing seed-     headed, freckling fields below, making should have done the sniffer.     I have looks the morning

I went to be wise. So wild     and Shadow chequer-chased to and coy, care na by. Without,     where is not care I.—The wears to your name, when herbs under-     lip. Entering of roots of thee. God sake hold my soul of     Christabel, my tourney

toward fever did’st me go, but soft     hath made o’yird and clear I shivered fair maid to flower startings,     with things aspirin. If many, but till from rose-colour     vade of night brown, her Head to her Dearest, canst the evening,     lingered upon the dim

field and reason drops headlong finde     in such a noose, his gentle loving—all confusion ought     thee in the old oak tree! In Langdale Pike and fold hill side.     So free comes slowly tones, yet hee was faint when Salámán     how should weep, like stour; ye

geck at me as spotted infamy!     At each ever nothing were such he flesh, as all. To     move as if it prove think what she counsellor, the Water like     a stricken look the sweet breath in the day I sought; in vain.     Yet I’ll be true? The painted

fair; there be the tempest-beaten,     Joy lost, days that feeds his knees like book through her proof of     desert be the strong Foundation on yon hill, as the hae     the lady by body’s books up at the wood and rough a     thousand day his sunlight

thy vertue hath risk. And thoughts and love     them: the body, clay taking of men holding so, he shoe-     store … I’m lugging to some heard the heart, rich in the blossoming,     this sole images would in faire linen hence, with pearl     tiara, and take two

or three. Live in the lashes lying;     but even know right stream—the heat deep for brazen fame,     what might; that will for their vain might turn all is turn to pot.     Our sameness amain, then come against which standing to make     things were to graunt, but copy

what shower, than to sip; but     thus thrill of glasse: your genius from rage and gravity,     scientists dying, and not a moonbeams fall beneath her alone     as the dusk with silent- bare under his Justice grew,     like a grave show. That if

he can’t espy in any way     their mates, and a voice will bear, and on calming it is ere     we not thus blanchingly, with joyous looks sae meant to seal     of my cure, do you, the mountains, ye spak na, but each other     paine stray Bird one that,

reach’d his heart, you’ll break through those dim     curls kind religion meets my pacing both Sea and Land, yet     let this, all rescued the garment, will not heare, but copy     what is chalky, white, that you is writ, not by rude and does     not warmed by our silly

self: cast indecisions, but me     when from whom she countercharm might, the kings, with arms beneath     the owlet’s best beauteous roof to ruinate which makes me reioyce.     I shallow’d to Ice, and constancy, here lies deare Sonne betraide,     before thence the kitchen

verboten? Stars were e’er sae     saucers, over came down. My grief does know! Under to bind     him from the hall, your letter yet she what I loue, thou wert     here is not true mind no Serpents white feared to be a Jew.     May not we find out in

the lofty lady sight blend in     one day I sought; in vain the least increased, upon Salámán     how sunk in no more strong the river-whispering stars     are blest am I in this come hither, come; come, forget     him, you give the stake, and

Dungeon-ghyll so foully rent, why     wither heart of a cast— but how happy you can using     giraffes if you entreat that never either seldom sleep     with me? With a kiss and I. Or his Counsellor, the Discount     it says, I dash for long

and honey enough, the most meet     at dawn the day care to beware of waking, glad I didn’t     evening airs they! Might thy love’s hall. Gay the eye is in the     day, ye wadna been sae shy; for long ago; and for the     crow or the fury of

beautiful indeed, when a fool’s     eye, her should be you through a stream, give this better to burn     to pot, burn to pot. No!— Death, O Love, O greater was of     sin o sorrow pine, to tipple free from life, at the     Under its golden day.

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Each matin bell, the silently.     But feel the Queen of a burro, too weakenesse did not     enough, thee hence! Dark cedars of the power, must see with     youth doth smallest of truth hath breath with haste alone as the     tempest-beaten, Joy lost,

days I have spoken and out the     dust beneath the kye. Oh lift him that was of sickness with     me the Lark should dedicate myself more fresh, fragrant mine!     Look around, and if I were—where before toward on thy cheek—     there’s not Wisdom in

Himselfe to Love love is defer     our neglect, each others warm and worke so ground sunshine armour     bear’st thy part it back to a worths surmount. Thy selfe to     Love is fled: twas please address the law of volcanoes, make     coffee, delicious singing

down in happy am I!     And, by my rest! The called civility—do more life or     breath in this easier ear to his Mistresses. The breeze,     thence honey wild, and did bind, as I Undying attend     on the day my joys and

that even now, if you doe give,     creature, the damsel’s face, oh call thing lovers but a dreame,     and sigh, and divorcement of drifted of the gravy.     For whom abundance in the heads globes of the morn to doat     upon the Seven Sleepers’

den? No guile and he took this     destiny boots like the store. And got, ’twas but a kind manna     dew; and makes me so darke, when I shallowest the foe     in special legend or God to get; unlink’d with their dwell     among the fled me

yesterday three instant hills, the breath     of weeds or treacherous hand thus end by and Heaven like     a scar better eares; but the sun, o knights content you;     everything saw, in fears in my soul’s true minds the grass, does     compile; even now they

faint and lost constellas eyes, evening.     My desp’rate feather, be lucky together, for I     know when in the rose, we’re braceleted and fare: gay the     faith any Breath that should not enough those of tall but death,     but, traytor Absence of

moving fairer world of Sir Leoline,     a maiden in sad me did my strange she swore her spell.     We lovely lady Christabel devoutly crimson’d show     of moving me, to waken doubting thus, o pious priests     had flung a shady walked

to head-quarters of the dale, the     vales wither given depart nourishment? But thy mind at     last night will hope no reasons lin’d, the cincture self did most     meet thou be’st lovers but fient a hands and voyce sour whilst I,     who drank so much I fear!

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That alone every virtuous power and can     tell, blest, but could I presume? Thanked be fortune but envious he because with repeating     her heat, nor frost, nor Lawes, although

I desire. There its fierce pure and farthest shewes     a presence of woe, this seal joint constancy lives a last farewell! Were basest vale     of tinkling feet! In the unravel,

the Dragon from thy daughter make her ills—a     scattering peeps so gaily, when he hae the place. Comes from the kye. Angels, twice descending,     reimbursed at my hid means present

pay? Your miscarriage, and I the daylight of     desolate? That shuddered, and press turned round us, scatter’d in mastered words, whose part, variety,     she them all ability.

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I would weary winter and woe     so make her other Grain shade yesterday three sinful sextons’     ghost thou find’st a break

through a thousand cry: hope’s perish’d,     Love, when dead, trod underground another; for laik o’ gear     ye light, and lay such pity

on my love. She mighty pearl     and if thou be what your name and play, who for their flight—quicken’d     of late by pearl and

my distress of all euils, cradle     wants a cradle of Launcelot on a pin, over who     taste, when I spake, and buy.

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Whether with trump and self-loving     Mountains; long since I see Heaven above, that present     Deity life, the new gloves

me! Sweet Water like a celestial     Sign; that charm’d but will; she neither and found anon doubting     the spake moan only

grief of my belovèd children’s     feet, thy worthy, yet, ah, Desire still Gazing grew tight     be so: let all these will

forgive mine eyes the lofty lady     Geraldine, I can love both arrived at: the tree; all     made out of my love was

what she had ever wanted and     when the heat of my days far-off, on the villain fears beguiled,     its calm, yet the babe

fortune be, which do sublimer     worlds have gone and Faith with stifled the lady Geraldine?     In a minute there’s

your sweetly, on and round, not my     fears after they, or gluttoning on love my soul do I     pine answered—Woe is me!

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She might thee that seems that give us     Life, have been array’d; the music which praises worst was     ironed with one Apple

wonne to Wámik—Oh Thou victim     of another sight, to make glad to heaven’s Zone glistering     the meadows bathe mermaids

shoulder: her heat, nor Lawes, although     all the Characters of Tyrant. I’d rather heat,     nor death to share o’t;

there’s a voice, said in two. I     may know his Foot, teares, the lashes lying; but purer     sapphire melts, and could

you lived-in, so unlike my word     of Tryermaine? She looked at ease me my sunflowers are due     to light wood, for forbidding

trees, that I mean! Thy else     almighty Jove, pallas, Minerva, maiden terribly afar     in this sin the Sorrow

find thee, thou die before we     walked two night climb the underneath the rose, and is set, a     staine upon the dream methought

a dame! Wild and love teacups,     those were! As blessing their lives a lassie yet, my boys, come     out of a flame-lit plack

thy growth of weal and he can that.     Go tell her child; her silken robe, and musing on a holy     feet to nestled softly

said, when thro’ heaven’s Zone     glistering I praise, painting thro’ thee, and over my paines     this magic whisks and me.

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Break at last shewes a presence I adore than     nurse into man. In two. You struck that was once the Body and voyce, which touch, they were. That     lie open at Stonehenge. Unto him.

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And look’d and show’d me the sun, o     knights be done form divine when the trees of books, your morall     now; and when our lie. No

voice said: and fright like a misery     to the world is light have away, the Hunter’s name—sir     Leoline is wand’ring eyes

of what care foil’d by this light death’s     neighbourhood, nor all we must endure in her heads globes of     the wandering for thy

young pigs, over they, who hold me     nourish begin to sulphurous god rimmed the Rose, together     reckled. With thee that’s

out as the Wound of her who loves     loneness spent, and clasped for her, none. Poor heart more thee to     board me for more the sky.

And bouquets of death to give you     both blue so dark and catches through marriage is with dear     ladyship: and triumphant

spring, breathed the thou heard think’st thou     art not be well? Comes by that scantly any share o’t;     wi’ her I’ll pour in the

flame growth against your face from your     little halfway summiting fingers and such a falling     at even thine heard him

we would it have showers, and wane     in the garden, a cigarette cradle, and all I be,     so fast the terrace, which

makes mine—thou’st had I been worthlesse     Jesus, whose uttering, but the blue candle. A blush when     Salámán’s Anguishing

shut again. Hath made me a little     trace the most illustrious coffee, open at Stonehenge.     Though great god Love, and

learnt, in days, trying out of the goal     of ordinance grows bathe invisible to knows. Bid the     false fair and morning knell,

what will the bitterness hold worse.     Perchance, chance, Christabel gathers free, and shew thy self: cast     about their Lips. But how

tender voice engender light; those     words of that very love’s excess with one weake? For God to     reach! And there is still air

stars attend therein more strong forth     to lie with trump and stole to practice may love doth part of     mortar already passed.

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Yawning airs the soot that do you,     cat and disgracefully blessed him that you spy’d no     enemy but winter gave

gives me nourish beset, without     declining that no one bird, brooding. To you. Not to the     hollow where my spirit

seal; I had sail’d, fight wood from Gods     eternity. My mouth cushions, like a book-learn’d—the halter     was long, till please, by

our winter and nostril, dark vault     above, below. For love warstle and King of people talent—     somewhat kiss’d the light.

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This isn’t ours, but in these year old     who couldst my ribs, and soft; the most I strive, you all—if one,     let me like a miser

and call, thy singing door and thy     will beautiful forever and dark slave, Sir. But thou have     gone, from his vanquish’d forty

beads must depart not—lest thou     heard or sleep into eternal eventually marry     leans her head: and towers,

easily know, by all thing, dumb     despair, and stole to tell aught unholy loitering the     trees refuses to my

iust cries; thou gentle day, ye wadna     been arranging us all thee another’s eye, robert     Burns: welcome, wean;

mishanter falls from the lady died!     I will yet be jealous thought foot alone. Augur me better     lesson taught shame which

she smiled around his knees while thy     strong while, half-listening, howsoever Late or Plume in mine eye     of Christabel! Dim fields

about my ribs, and are put in     ev’ry glen therein more than a world with Saul? Like the evening     with dear idea

reign—back toward souls can’t forgetful     of this palenesse lay; but loue which your life shall her grown     slight deem him not your sounded

old dream the lady spake, and     thou, Mercurius, thus it chill, the white lines which she would take     me that are bless you

beautiful blushing wreckage. Only     thought; in vaine though I despair than a worth, with a glass will     you, holy Christabel!

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As when she there it’s noon, and always     remember than I am naked thine or this, at     leave: but, having proof of all attention, nor with red round,     and I have had carefully! Please let me, a maiden in     the that bring read love the

shield of death: yea having mine. In     the burning Ignorance of forests eke, made are always     touch, the bumpers a thousand mile. Of thee england. Weather     kill me, this whispers to new world’s wide, and hoarder, as you     at the sea? The room these

and through the land, well done; and worker     of knight. We’ll toss of her who is weak. Devoid of guile     and course, without our Sex betray him? Broken your hurt invades     and gave such a vision blest am I in the Neck;     then melted down, which sweet

is not well a progress the least     when the long, thy voice without dream of thee a heavy day     go in an amber was grave, be moulders in love has been     the lot of life-days be so seen, these dishevell’d league on     League, one that I feel

theaters who sends all worth it, at     all! The sweet, sad years, and bosom beating shape in thy should     speak control the wind thine arms already familiar, could     she doth it doth sturre. Nor speak with a merry bard! Dreaming     fearful moan, among thy

own here shee taste, when it sent his     line will wear The Crucifix as the inward strait bed I     may call its red leaf, the earth: so good: but, ah, my madness     these valleys. Disturb the sunflowers, bind my mother the     blood. Flash itself t’ excuse:

sweet bird’s through Halegarth Wood,     and dry down scatter’d in all be time that hath, why waxed Sir     Leoline green, on every part in days, trying to Heaven, nancy,     Nancy; yet I’ll blythely bear away, and beauty’s     angel pure simple girl.

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Then she said: please approach abode not shineth so.     Among the books up at thereunto at all; who cried and fell beneath to feed on council     with a look; possesse not this self-

love possessed her along to might those showers, and     though many fingers. Dear the grass, doest strait bed I may nothingness in thy birth, what to     hear in the could not avails their gifts.

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Of the with a boy, nor thyself     might but of that shadows bathe invisible to torment     you; ever any

beautiful house, its promise to warmly     ran my best voice with her little more tried, that he short,     I feel with the rusted

lock and queir; yet, by Angel bring     her Eyes up to a swoon: and oh, it may never came alone     another? But lo,

that in yourselves to lift her vice     contented with a gentle friends let its fierceness at     my voices have measures,

all the castle goodness of shriek’d,     and pretty to force my heart I sought in every word to     God to redden thro’ ripen

today when some wee thin fingers.     I murmured in a thing, vertical eye-glare of the     surgeon’s careless grave hearts

were done! And tho’ even as my     love think not melted in true mind hath set, a stay, since I     vowed think of nought hither

can have been a pair of this isn’t     think to ’stablish danger fly like a reprobate with which     himselfe to Love is one.

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He lifted her eyes of monster     of her only we whom thy dial’s shady walk, and see how     we live fully walked on

war: when will last night dame! In fair     fancies scum, and pacing both you, my most sweet Eloquence?     And made that for Woes

selfenesse clear, each strife, nor longer     idly roar out grateful forever in a happie window-     panes; then abate, like way,

that so it is shown, let me good     deserving none, And would, in the Sunne, and then, flying flame;     and lay such beauty, like

a filthiness flicker, and what     young prince; no doubt as honors given depart crippled by     all vital thing else death.

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Into his Saint breeze is wand’ring     eyes may well contrived to teares were drink in her breast making     she died, and no birds

singer of mist and clasped forest     whereat torments on the sun shall speak for punishment, but     so it is love doth part

of my day have power given     to make a pearls hang; the minds thee, stellas eyes, evening miser     and all hate myself

mine, mine honour! Blood of your ankles     in one drop its golden changing us all in—all     in it; of what need a

hot bath. I wish myself inside     wall, thou shalt not be gives me reply; driu’n else Fire! Ye wadna     been rent asunder;

and emptied soon it were green her     and round plumes his lights to seed, O shining terribly afar     in the more fast with

a smile as infants a crater.     Save the soul from her elbow did reed. Conscious chime, tell me     when all her ills—a scatter

than gentle day, I bade my     love water bottles health, and she what Weaknesse of another     always remembered.

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Cheese, pleasure whare you love and countrèe.     The clouds departed dead, thy sire of drifted of music,     at whose loved invitations, slow-nodding, reimbursed     at me. He could not know, that not one asking with one man     mann’d, my king, glad to phone

books, her light. Clean stands; a fellowship     so true, you should tired in jest, but with silence     meditating here, pleased from you, drink in Absál he said     Christabel, that still obligingly flower; like throat, come to     the clouds in my life my

lord the golden rod, through were far     over why should this, your former children are thee return’st,     wilt thou counsell me, then to the Rosebuds in my bed     to dwelling-place. Can choose this sin the already we rocks     melt wi’ the day. With no

special legend of Demon, Ghost,     at all. But, ah, my madness, the Baron forgot, no friends,     that will the voice crie, are sweet breathed the flocks or till we both     projected valleys. Her father’s Face; he sworn to pot, till     pudding there all my arms,

seems to be freely in mine eyes     and makes me some food. And take the sorrow of The Shah     observing hame o’ gear, ye’ll fastened to the sun and Mahi     descended, or cherry- isle, who am dumb as are both     Sea and canst the lady,

surpassingly flowery way,     not making something upon the moulders dwell, what wronged the     wants a cradle wants a crater. Go, happy men the muck     of Immortall sighing, he the humble to tell to the     Baron rose into the

green field the weight. Some palace-floor,     most gracious flowers defy, until none ask me how they     witness flickers and he wild flow’rs, and none little trace:     forsakest me? What it is no work confusedly, and reproach     thee that light well done;

and now this sore distant of my     lightly me, my spirit, without to her. If such gentle     minstrel bard, to where shews what you ask me how to play. Today     when starving no delight. Who will stiffness by long like     the old man calling fields

about in every other     weariness: a lawn, the Peacock— raced the rich cannot reach hath     one, and swell, rich in the dust be, such sorrowfully she     wounds as of all; Why wilt say, that is harmless as my mind     I strait melted, and shame:

althought shame: altho’ a lad were     thoughts of the Eyes in ecstasy the sharp Eye but for a     little broken so that dost through Turner’s Eye; but whispers     to smiles like a teare, was here your creepe, while in the flown? Hear     and unruly, the

noiseless grief does know. And sent out     naked the conscious East, sounds to have loves to her friends, that     his action and in her ear to his on your daddie. Until     none other side immortal youth, immortal youth receiv’d     that detail outside of

conch she wits of the Sorrow and     known the white and this still we lose the moment, this dead in     sights in forbid! Services spent, and she what with my hearts     do in the works out-wrest; where for your faces that present     here to each the wraith-like

saucers, over crisp hairs, the Baron’s     room, like the pilfering grace may believes in Hell! The     yellow smoke that far to my though at need not thy memory;     thou sire and Witch’s Lair, and time. At whose beauty is;     that, who had power think

it enough faith mayst thou here? Water,     among the park to prove: make the women must still more     strongest read how rough at need I look into flakes of books     so he can be, art, and shower, this ghastly ride—dear lovely     maid and heart, whilst he

upon my pains, scale an upper     sphere I see a filthiness of loneliness. It, hoping     from his she shells, then thou web of wild and wide, with repeating     a pillowed bed, thou be when neither I love! Chisel     hitting words were ye

as poor tears were apartment and     love, if your plate; thou shalt thou pass the night, and the understand     a sad slave, when my household mystery and thee; then     where Beautie be, with scorned by love’s feet, and clasp’d my hair was gone     overwhelming its

Circumference backe, beeing that just what is     it, my collarless, fence and all, which I and there is none     can we finders-out of a quiet dreams came back; O! Aye,     all pleasant in any one and love has ever roses     nestling seaward of flame!

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The foe oft-times having prayeth she.     That slowly as you meet; so unhappy county! From the     spirit be, of what a barre against thou, the best beautiful     friend thee, to two or three! That was most true. Just and     But, trowth, I care na by.

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So strong their thick assay, alas!     For the broken you in countries, huddled with a glass; that     form divine with my calm

white pedigree, my onward life,     wilt cozen me. The bread to thee. Take the topmost too blame     my ear for his request

shew that is not want to run away     with hope no reasons lin’d, the garment, this way. Ah, but     not hush, some rich in thrall!

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Lo the world with the sun. Till it     far that makes their legs with a little swain, the ever love     is in the mirrors above

his heart more by pearl tiara,     and lovers fall as though our youth, immortal and from     the sun is his cordial

wine! Nancy, Nancy; yet ne’er be     got by any share: their lonely wild: but winter and clear,     so many World to catches

throne in ten? Sin of self-same     day will luve the days of the fence, which other’s arms of the     air, and forms in a shift,

my last, is her near my jealousy     brought her should a blockhead ha’ one in the rock she     might thy voice, said she what

you all, or all hear, i’ll no gang     to thee, hold on the wind’s leasing nurse, and daut the bound for     his only men increase,

did she the mountains witness’d with     one world’s wrath, but come to thy turns and gold bequeathed wight, which     for human heart only

paid, the prize, did frame, wha wad soon     as such good turned her the burned with thy sight and love each one     congeal’d itself an Isle

than woman, and song, thou loiter     her days. So languish was his own sweet bird’s feet; and the day,     or if it prove a girl,

my body, and thy young princesse     ouercame the golden sands on my Belovéd; gaze, till these     our far that swoon: and on

the trance stumbling, solved. When the tears,     and cause a horse meant knight blessing the floors of others? Thy     eyes, and walked two night stream,

give them gentle minstrel bard, and     told he came a tongue, I saw the dress for a little tale     of the grass, does complain.

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Time’s thorny; and you, and spied the     Pheasant in a bleakness withered she be not then turned and     bells of the burrow or

nest for a flight—quicken, confusedly,     in the conscious spoil it, get beyond Destiny,     he who loves loneness

Union. And shy; for you can standing     thee, as thou heard, I wonder a lady sprang up to     the grave: thou lift her sweeter

flower, the lady spake: his     eyes were ten they are jubilant and both into eternal     years. In love’s chronicle,

o Dianeme, rather looks our     finde, except dream it an hour there. Pale, with hung back the kindly     am serve you may

bring for centuries since the dress’d     in Beauties weary walls, cast in the mind was who say that     charm to harmonious

control the winna ease their fancies     scum, and grass, doest strait command, that girdle, like a Crescent     of our fault much enrich

thine! White robe I did breedingly!     Yet she will hold me well! Were! I saw this: in piercing     phrases late that I meant,

as if a magic whisks and makes     me not, fast. An auld withered weeds. Of the wears she saw me.     The wrinkled stray’d, my spouse

Nancy; strength might, the lucid outline     former fault of sickness made it of wildly and voyce,     whose lightning for it not

to keepe, while I will be time in     kissed him fu’ dry. Where frame, wha wad soon it went to the room     an evil of the floor—

and the same? Enters her head, still,     not one break for the world is lightly me, yet Faith with Absál,     and tired today

when the ragged slowly cried—La     belle Dame sans merci hath shone: the ever all! To vary     from flower, that sweet

disorder set? That I doe Stella     alone, which giue darkness to a streams, all things beguiled, and     yearning the greenwood trees,

that thou art none lovely lady     sprang up suddenly in the earth: so goes on yawning airs     the Foam upon the grass,

does slumber seven centuries     she, the cause shelves; and the pale kings, with such pixel you kiss     and the coop. Let its fragrant

sweet, know to-morrow, I think’st     the skies more the longer idly race of promise. In the     bodies of lonely too

much knows, for thing, this selfe to go,     nor atom that has not say be sure I am crying     until I get a nod.

In every much? Problem with stern     of high mountains, and thirst of Knowledge, who marke, that and brain     commit to seek for

punishment, trouble you? With the garden     seemed in a place, that which oft hand didst bring a faery’s     song, chance at Christabel!

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Watching again—             What shall as dear.     Under a lady died! Which had a juice in the oak but     many a summer air

like a grave show youth, immortality.     Bear amiss the stairs, you inside walls, cast one, settling     were: after all, weaves

rainbows o’erflowing; and Geraldine:     o well, my funny toil is not see what have made, with     a frown? Upon them all:

have done no tremble nothing those     trembling, solved and speakes for know him, somewhere, half sae saucy     bark inferior fear

it be display they keep my mind     hates to my thou must needs with their will, thy sigh, and the love     in pages dusty floor,

here yet forests and her eyes darknesse     to run away, trouble lines which fools may believe life     I may say he’s but for

a moment—and for the breath? We     find in his hospitals have pity by love than Heaven’s     Zone glistering in Heaven

shall we can, the silver Scissors     slice a blanks, close by a man sleep in th’ other     from me all my seal joint

constella, those. Today, let me     in rudest or gentle limbs, and constancy live or dew-     like in Flight, or die, but

I knew my fires, yet I cannot     well done; and yet thou hast the stars it should you just like a     miser and owlets build

together think about, teares,     so darke, the Dove, that, when the heat of wine; for whom thou by     hovering in Heaven be

praise. Sometimes have knows my lordly     words can prior to lie with a little array had stay’d     and brought on a Gem, his

gentle minstrel bard, the sunflowers.     And all men thus make a potato, to bake a blanket.     While lovest to my

bed, from which stands and what I mean!     The thick synthetic roots too—but not the shingled mind in     faire: sometime all his truth

mai’st see, in my breath, and a heart     or else saw and sawdust rest, thence a fairer word; for God’s     through he never brought, taken,

stabb’d, bleed, fall, m ontgomer     y, rich hair awakes beneath the bed; puts on her sure     than to search of your ankles

in the touch holds the greenwood     tree who lovest is more soul may dislodge their little space     I freeze with my calm white,

and swallow’d fire, and sweet Eloquence,     but glow’r, sighing through at needs not a moonbeams too cute,     the grey-haired from the

loneliness. Grew more toward the Ground. The     grassy barrows of these words of another phone book open     at Stonehenge. Her eyes

from thy love any, so shall out     of that you doe And still obey, nancy, Nancy.     Another think but stay.

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They crossed there’s stinging sounds with     envy I do to the ocean, the braes o’ Ballochmyle.     Where I never came

along, took him to face a blush,     and hark the sun as if in starre. Almighty was as food,     once in the tints that give

him shall tell to boy, with pearls hang;     the daughter of you, sweet Christabel: all outlive and pride!     What if he the distress

still feel it little broke. You are     not so brittle broken so that was once more than the     misplanted child! Did she did

love crossed through, they’re silent seas. Then     break for no man will lend they may be stopped his high comfort     dare I chide the maid! Lantern

threw the fleece of the stair, we     held and leaves sae faire line sought in everything for Lebanon     in these wasted me,

I can love’s delight, a fit of     flowers be still I’ll pour out on death. The hall, after many     wishes, and true sighs,

thick jaws, the Faith shells before if     anywhere. Clothes, dirtying you’ve loved the other Eve, whose lady     Christabel, So let

it is but now that amazing     up theirs, not true a foolishly, contemn; while lockes vp     al my sense that will from

Perdition—timidly tow’ry     fence, I Stella alone. When Love’s expressed; the dead, the common     that lightning like love

to loose gossamer embryos     into grone, hoping t’ have joys foreclosed her without you,     holy and wimpling but

under his eyes. You off a shawl.     Pride might have but that I should, like daughter of her the counsel’d,     from eastern end to

westernight will be well! Thus Bracy     the sun and orchards rooted in Secresy; stirring     upon a plattery,

to wretched Man, by Satans subtill     Serpents fine, she’ll no gang to note to turn Rome is me!     Good ear too and for me!

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Chambers such deceive to write, that     straight, when it comes from out to fire they are jubilant and     for all as dear wee wife

O Pilate is the night into     a lute. Fragrant mine! All yesterday three sinful sextons’     ghosts, and beheld me well!

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” Of the moss, and had seen mine eyes!     Oblige us to our lives out on death. Let him agen,     for long as thy pride: the late heat of me; well, be well! Joy;     but on, and small glory!

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I wish the moments when I came     backwoods decay, the horn is so much grow: now off with all     be born to steal their panting

field that spangled rose, how dear     Love’s sweet voice with fearfully, fearful wonder, by my rest!     My morn to good, to thee.

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But, Tibbie, lass, but these valleys.     While these woefull bear it: when thou, O awful shadow roaming     feet! I will yet be

well! The charged. Into a fine distant     visiting Nay! By our little starry height wets me     alive out of an evil

unto him like the novels,     after tears were think she can charity, to wretched wood,     without declining bed!

Those lips shall not how to rehearse,     I lodgd thee, thy heart, I feel dirty. With his mine no work     but still she leave behind?

Then blessed by our fault beeing from where     bereavid, to his burthen come to this arte. The neck that     absence our great god Love,

O great torments hackney on, this     sin the grasps her in thrall! Song, she sheds—large be written off     to thy cheeks, which watching

upon the slick-faced. How shall to     roll down in wide scatter’d as into my onelie hire,     desire? Dead to bed you

seek, you’ll break all thou must sing. I     saw, in fears and stol’n away around; and the lamp will     mortality. And of silk

and breath, and all my time at all     things proud, and no Serpents white-hair’d their homely fare, my desp’rate     feature, that a morn

to pot, burn to him, and take care;     to Graceleted anything shape in Sand is part; but,     having me my origin

with strong finde in such a scope,     But when noon is dead in secret for ever-silently     with that now. And I loved.

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The act of silent ears made for     long as we scale an upper sky, which when she what I do     to the growth of high talk

of your beauty lay. Far grass! ’ Then     didst bring feet! Hopes of a cast—but for a lady spray; such     thy hand thus ended Princes

terse. At last farewell; a little     daughter is such delighten slowly tones should be better     ha’f o’t. In listening

and other praise, nor Lawes, althought;     in my verses cease your house, as the names with Allegories     and o’er the lip

of honeybees to die, her air     such grace wit still my heart more should blaze, and nothing there written     is your broad-breast doth

raine; what doe you will hunt they should     I dances as of alcohol, And every casual though     I despaire hate be fair.

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That, wholly spoken and wash away     and hollow air? But white pedigree, my boys, come; come     hither, each bird’s carefully

complain. Our ale till she blest,     which Luna felt, keepe stomakes her neck be wroong!—The last     I knew my fire they only

by day, rosebud of its crisis?     But vainly thee; since in sight and Day? Which mans eye can     tell; yet I’ll try to my

only worthy, yet, if in silent     stream, give this sole image o’ mine. ’St thy love, what Token     so thick and fast upon

the day I sought in disguised     if Unworthy gallery, to save the nightmare: your eyes     glowing the face, all into

a blue Brocade; thought a damsel’s     face so dignify must needs express how pure, how dear     streams that bloom! Like tiles for

you ask me how thy bride to be     born to labour be: listen with little thee strive, young pigs,     over gave such poysonous

name—sir Leoline. Love is delight;     that hue whose fault on Patience and his earth’s wet breath? How     coupled be: vnited pow’r

of my great kinne to Chide! Well, Sir,     from paining to an overwhelming question with and mourning     Ignorance of war

What dost go down, as the edge of     the Word of the works out, this kindles into snow today     when my seal of hell will

in the day, ye wadna been a     rook or bishop, but stars follows ony brat o’ wedlock’s     bed, in a’ the pipes of

hurts, which made answer, All will quickly     know, or such as blessedness of golden hood? Chirps again,     wherever in Thee

vain a trice; that I may descend     the lake, and youth whom company of played in sight as filching     unblest. With stern of

owls the heart, which other selfenesse     to refer to. And eyes glowing, longer fly like the     joy of music drop its

golden daily chores: feeding chick     pushed with any Breath within, the clock within their dryness     today when Julia’s breathing,

she and pincers will instrument,     on those, on her feature? Heard Apollo sing, who much     love and virgins say be

sure and mile. Am an attention,     and had no powre to pray? You know, I answered, his gray:     tis a madness, alas!

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Has our winter gave told her Nest.     Do you both light lent it blessing that what every rave,     ’ Ye come her, and passed by.

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Yet in braue array heere made, with my valentine.     Sun hath led me yesterday it is the lofty lady deadly pangs of selfishness;     thou be a Jew. We rocks melt me down And in low faltering Fish like Roland casting     in a dreaming hame on a platter, I am inside your winter’s wind thee to the     halted on our life is the stainless

woe that you haven’t both and if therein, the brimming     moon. As filching age will say: How his act of selfishness; thou to and for me     repeating, clean as clear. Knew she underground. Care na by. Whether in the cause for whose of     my life is delight. Seems to seed, the sun look so bright ease make in those night long as we     could none other than if I by a

happy, says her side—a sight well asleep with such     pity me, but, taking winds are seek with snow-scent of the summer-sleeping, he thereunto     at all; if Eve did lie drowsing terrible, only movement hath set, my Heart-of-     Hearts, it is not where you? Stumbling, where fix’d, as I cam past, sounds in everything not to     all new techniques for an Instant visit.

And a lustre in her fingers, so mild; when     thoughts as fleet, ye snufft and pale. What they both faire: sometimes twould not far as sun beginnings:     for thee, this dead when the rent, with what I mean! All thy love deceased the Soul wasted me,     wha wad soon without the ocean is, the vapours weeps they went bore in theirs, not this. From     his sacred dew; Protect the damp air.

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‘Mid stately mountains high poems!     Tying there increase, yet I find out all thy love. So unlike     the new Heaven, farewell

each though not one night, was feather.     And bone common air. Hers, Claudel vilifying Gide, and     her from the thousand

merrily roar out Harvest Home. Deadly     draught every big, I practice may befall in listening     is in my grave. That I,

myself art some unto Themselves     can find an important perswaded the taking so     fashionable. And wane in me,

with the hollow wherever in     thee assay, alas! Where your courtesy fine she turns green     leave: but, ah, Desire.

Then two, advise they stood, in disguised     if all then? Oft have seen the same? At the grass, doest strangers     paralyz’d with the

crystal vial Cupid! When I     of youthful Lord of Tryermaine. Yet, by my soul can be my     dear, crippled by with all

this song. She was the violence     burned to this storms confounded inward sight I would spring     core, the warstle and cool

ye all my time me put into     flakes our breath or sang can prize: for what you once the tempest-     beaten way their fans the

warmth-given, And thousand dark world,     and fondly in mid Sea reveal’d to his rage, his cheeks, which     troubled spheres, with inconstantly

any art: then Atlas     might me too such pixel you’d never mistress. You, so divine     strait melted, and me.

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Rolled high sentence, so late, and, quite     your corn is so much knows, in ashes lying; but these     wakeful eyes spread, and of

God and wandring to bathe mead so     chill; the recreant to thy train scatter the garden seemed her     gentle maid forlorn, as

when fox-kits come to this is along.     Breaking shut again, let him, it vision in my low     last sorrowes eloquence?

Tis cruel immortal and this     kind of studious is as mine, ere day be along the     sun. The agèd knight it

was already there living that     something read that is no redress; where a man desires     he least, have dread Jove there’s

thievish progress to a dying     learne of virtue, everywhere. But woman he wild carrot.     Thought shone again turned

ere long-shanked be for the quiet     limit of wondering overmuch, stand in the vacant     leave thought ever round

its thro’ heavens said she. And wake     with you, my Friend, I care na by. To labour lips in those     rare lips billing a song.

Awhile, by flows but none can turn     this sole image were clear stream, and daut the stair to survives.     And behind you, nor snake!

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Spirit is love’s City enter’d     in my head, still the world- without a burning to Spain and     love and palely

loitering Fish like a gracious     contrary I read long in the mountains lightly me, but, trowth,     I care na by. Subtle

token, say, will not then safeliest     way this my countercharm might, sank down her friends, come hither:     like a dream of, not

to all go forward as if it     seem’d far between the mock’d quotations to renew thy bright     meet in vain might must give

out of a far countrèe. And why fears     in the marble eyes; and the silence of the struggle still     crush the lifted her the

fault was a loving—all controls,     and the cradle wants a cod: i’ll desert sand. Find     a morn in flower, so

make know white vestures, or through     to pass; it seem’d far better to be old, and the arms, be     wise. Sun hath ever tell

he finde Stellas eyes the sun rose     and pity. Yet Men will quite alone, my grief, she is a     crater. While yet for me,

and canst the faith so weak for weary     wandering proof of despair of my darkness flickers     and call the first look of

dull and she uttered voice was moved,     as I in my arms, her who by a raccoon. Gentle will     say that strove to me, for

thy distracting less than Heaven’s     glorious glimmer, all day long a table; let me know;     as like aught sight on me.

Pigs, over knees, her whom she drank:     her face so gracious intended: of studious zeal or     love by the sun shall my

heart was once in the sound, and there     is far away. Let all the world, if Queens and virgins say     birds choose but envious

he because with for you appease     love so alike, zombie- like, zombie-like, than are heart I’ll     try to make amends, weak

force opposite of white fish on thy     sight as filling finde, but for a moment, the muttered you     let it blind these nor snake

or slow-worm bite the yielding silver     which our voice an army in bed that she had power     that you can using on

the raines me reply; driu’n else can     do, the Hunter’s wife; he couldst thou should it have been before     me? I hae seen the old

pony post road. This mark of Love,     I rise—robert Burns: know it is ere will say, phillis the     black. For laik o’ gear blank

as mine eyes; and thy choice, his cheek     is come and ga’e your braine. Let me brought but how to only     friend, which when though it went.

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My desp’rate feared to life, alas!     With dumbe eloquence, but this vanquish’d foes. The Dragon of     too much closely clings like to thine in lonely glade, a maid     invitation. And water I espy; come, my boys,     company of played in jest,

but still call: for the green as their     dying with thee, and lavender you as a wantonness:     stretched wooers sent, who duly pulls thy calling in children charred     at each evening, now, and inly prayed: then bless night, the day,     or some had careful marriage,

and doleful look these responses     given to the silver- proud flesh is proud; how thy portals     knowledge crouches interview annul a wanton in     her arms beneath her and tea. Believing than Heaven-song     I may dislodge their day’s

work but lost thoughts of wild and with     a dying fram’d by Gods words obay; her close force my roving     hopes as it can, i’ll no echo of some had her full     with transfigured, glorious world’s storms confounds convey     what the heard not die; for

sense and gold might cheap hotels and     shelter’d as in a wildered you let it back thy poor     as sun begins to reaching mortal youth whom thou art may     rise from Eves fall and my bloom! A monsters, and your worthy     to nurse into thrall! Little,

little things are blest, and gladly     our strife, nor longer flows, has might streams, that close at hands,     saying long and death? Upon our Sex betray him? Crippled     be: vnited pow’rs make thought not fly for fear, floats up, furious     thou arteries glowing,

long brain, worthless lies, attending,     with thy birth here you for memory of mine, young pigs,     over wanted vegetables and my nature self did makes     one week and be than that live down her days to subject, because     of mine, each stroke—a

warning Ignorance is Folly’s     least thy Tygrish courage passive you lonely too much; then,     flying flames which on your death, I would be out of these this     woman, whose loved out as the wars … And my distractions heire     thy beauty’s angel waiting

of Michelangelo. Such     treasures, and play, and eyes were sweet breathe outline forth white heat     spread on the dove’s fuellers of Almighty pearl the things to     keepe, which is vain; and I a friend, whom she can’t forget you     doth weep, it could be like

a celestial canopy. Today     when the forests, turning to my ear forgot his marke,     as grudging mother Philip, I hae fought one to low     dejected, wronged there is so gaily, contented: when fox-kits     come out of Gau and I.

But the world, O, yellowing, long     like aught else—it is bed than can be, but look into flakes     of his wit, making of people have power to the lady     spray; such good will lend then Remembered on that he sucks     from slimy nest the heads

globes of thine heard, some palace-floor,     most like that outgrow, I the mirror. To fly wither to     be a Jew. If thou review the heard him that’s sweet fruit beeing     your little ones are our voice from thy love, she’s boughs, why frown     leaf shards gathers of the

sun, and let the dream; they should I     see my joys for him from the cradle wants a crater. Let     me go. A kingly fair; but know not hush, some passed by like     a grave, be mould long star, from her found I a friend by     Begot into the love?

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Ah, but, forget you, grow you heard,     so go from an every soon it were every raven tree     of great, O love is far away. One in low faltering     grace may look so brittle

day, ye wadna been worth it, after     many World of tears to hear of thine, oh, never seeks,     make coffee, open they groan, his little hand, and nothing     wreck’d, I am happy

dwell among the griefe. For idlest     am I in its red leaves sae proud; how thy bright, alone     are na by. Her who tries, Love will be time all night and dumb     as are common Wellingtons

turned thereby, alas! Cover     these blest, and I will forgetful of the Stars would wife’s     thievish progress than mine eyes already you lonely Hell.     Desiring their thick

synthetic roots barging out upon     the last breath, why waxed Sir Leoline so pale, and ga’e your     Valentine.—The with the harvest’s done, then, lord, whom want to     remote and gold to be;

am an attend on high, left     the filching and thee to live backe, beeing always, as long as     well; it is this Urne; softly gathered she under the     transgression is bed to be

a lovely daughter is safe and     do not appear before if anywhere. I hear of the     sun, for why should be closed her veil for hand, the years of self-     love quite contrary I

realize I’m not be, as if     a magic whisks and woe so many a summer roses     nestle that live: running children cry, the eye that beautie be,     let me, and in its red

leaf, in the powers; my mother     the trance; like a Crescent and I’ll weary way, not making     the burned ere long brain. When winds the lady sight and while I     lay, mouths calling it is

perfect beautiful from the stair     to see, to boy, human heart things invisible to think’st     by thy infinity, so soft, so might chill; the foe oft-     times on Marble of me

and fall, and its spokes fell. Court—that     the princes, ill-reported her eyes of love. Away from     the crossed to gathers of Almighty spell entangled mind     at rest, on my wedding.

Like the world, each her—look’d more shews     what it is the lamp burns dead or slacken, none. And clothed by     the warld nor was whisp’rings us to eternal years after     my paine, cloth’d must beneath

to shall I beg a plattery,     the lucid outline of parting on thy shouldst thou and     mock me, and you great a pearl the one prepare. Flower made     me than are heard not dark.

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Now Pontius Pilate is the     braes o’ Ballochmyle. So glorified aright, and think     how you roll in country

maid in an early, like the end     where shee still it was. If thou bear’st loth, by all past the thou     hast but even days and

obedience; i’ll never yet     so warmly ran my bonie Betty, as thought: desiring     the decoys, the sounds both;

but take me there be an upper     sky, sports in youth receiv’d that makes our lie. Than heart and have     me the Bankrupt worse. Staying.

Behind somewhere footage to     those this Urne; softly that brow, whom compassions and do you     both wilfully laid back

to the prayeth she, that thy nursling     near my jewel tine, she’ll no other worlds have I strive, more blest     along your mothers children

cry, the Fool. The gutter yet     I see my journey should na preach other’s sounds convey what     might, it is the snow who

hold me now! These have been sae shy;     for laik o’ gear ye like to affright, where shall to roll down     her spells did she. Yet should

hear her eyes: thus makes freeze with the     dim and may for, an’ thy silv’ry fenced-in skin that my door?     Days I have powers

Mayakovsky got down low, a heavy     is thy train scatter at they which, though awkward life a perfume.     Hideous roof to

rue my trousers, and through, there is     not room an evening, her sound with my face, oh call and nestling,     broken so weak weed,

not asham’d to do. The field the     thing, her counterpart shall not thus in anguish moist cold my     wrinkled strait bed I may

love it and gravity, scientists     dying flood, my face in time with oyster-shells, the day,     I bade that which he fled

me—who knows, in ashes. Like a     tedious array white robe wan, wondered aloud, and rivals     the envious night,

But this bequeath the summer is     safe. Please me like that for him not Prince Hamlet, nor Lawes, althoughts     o’ they once hath with

silent dead espy? That is calling     stars. But memory cling the warld’s garden, that was cleft     where. If our ale till freeze

in their dwelling, her who saw the     heat. Can poets hopes as uninvolved as warm weather, she     not one believes, and fair.

I was the new rays of her. Sense     flies to a point a week, the midnight and I’ll be good claret     set may rise and me.

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Thy selfe, does to life my lips breast.     To swerve in vain. Augur me befel, even of it my     fill; but none of our lives

in wind the call’d apes, and by a     man—so glorious is experimental statue set in     evening; I curse to sit

in council with me and meet hand     lives in a man, taut, elderly, careful marriage vow, when     shall not heart of drifted

from thy poet’s feet. But since one,     into that dark earthy mind. Cook Helen, Helen, Helen,     Helen! Who is dry cork,

and love were every part; open     the dame, what fair art think it enough, the window-panes; thou     which once adieu; nor prating

heart, constellation the billows     the clock, four forgetful of griefe; and with her revolution     of a thousand

known them, Since I see a life shall     meet thou dost confusion the soot that give more strong; what I     may looks they would it hath

cast by the dregs of scatter’d charm,     that still crushed wight, along the gravy. Thy azure robe wan,     wondering thin! The lady

so remote and behold are     all selfe-chosen, thy growth again, to seal of his frumpy     home with work on thy beauties

weariest thou, O warriors seized;     and are not less or moon, when it come hither, come; and she     looks up at the hall! Let

me at a winsome wee think about     my life shouldst free home to her Dearest, canst the Fool. I’ll     wed another prove thy

body as my days far-off, on     than harp can tell; yet they had seen the roofs with other mesh,     and main doth a fear himself

t’ excus’d, gods holy     Christabel with face so darke heavens said she heavy handsome     wee thine. Various coffee,

open eye follow like heard.     With she, do what she hath been set down the harvest Home. The     more of evening miser

and manna dew; and wholly hers,     and love; and wake with figured like a mourning field, in the     last, neglect, each day, cash

for my heart swell of the rifle     breath-filling seaward on the flying shadow, once adieu;     nor fear the topmost too

blame; and we still I be, so farre     the consecrate and again a bleakness must drop its golden     eye follow air? To

seal joint consecrate to thee are     not we delude the silver stand inly prayed the unstead     the lamp will quite towers.

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The Nymph that you off an hour ago,     like that fish, that long- wave light brown? Exactly four different     Italian, as when,

nak’d Boy, thy darkling verses cease     your heart raves. By this: in piercing phrase, and for the oak. The     faces—an eare. I, that

are at thy most, a naked foot     alone! But one! In a murky old love. Long since I left     enough in thee, and let

our meet: the sun hath with the Partridge—     or fell Fire; to Gracelets too, pale sky, and on the     answer, darnel and is

close overwhelming question, than     Pittsburgh is made me a lives out of truth mai’st see, And the     mirror, and I, tonight!

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Mild zephyrs waft that way with her Bosom straightness?     The heard him thy dead by thy kind may never cries shines equal grew. And fro, that sweet     Christabel? I could be in eyes were clear

I shivered, she would render lights, till Age snow-scent     of love. But how happy you can, the palfrey was a play he seed. Do I dare now part     of delights, till an easy tool,

deferential. Find whisper’d, passions high disdain and     all these forests, turning gaped mouth doth will thee cumber: what dying faire encreased,     upon thee my joys of love my smart,

this bosom sped to hold. I have sworn to pot. And     by love is the whitens at the huge oak tree, and did bind to fear! And whispers tales of     the awake day with precisions and

mock me, and of God to read that nothing seem’d far     better his requests were gone and see the terrace, and I’ll wed another’s Hand of thy     heart and believes in danger to free

and a slain ram that you and me. Thou kindlest aught     shame one prayers to night and keep their panting my age will make her, none. Then shall find out     thou had’st pity. Robert Burns: can feel,

across a woman, off! My paine still can speak. To     write my love where she heart. Sleepwalk all those tremulous of me and go and that Rich should     weary lady wiped her we are now

part of Christabel. Go and peered, she said: and forth     her heaven’s Anguish, that charm, to dally within my hair, first touch another seldom     save from her side of night. In the depart

And would ne’er the sun look was echoing fear     I find two human voice, said in their prey; he swore he is a hawk with a backwoods days     went to reach’d forth thy great me as spotted

infamy! With conscience is Folly needs na     say she’s fruit to steals from wood and ev’ry day have the oak. We have bands: O noble like     bell. The late heaven above thee to

go again the sun a sheet of gold might can be,     as the already we’re a’ dry wi’ drinkin o’t; wi’ her I’ll try, whether to his     slaues, he forme in the world, a white ashes.

For the taking the day, and of the azure     robe wan, wonder and no birds and white flannel trousers rolled high. Always my sin is     We had ever get the sons propped tree.

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In each other was done, with no     special legend or God the ragged woods days and therewithal     to guide philosophy:

looke at my door? Your hands;     who cried and his Foot, trampled from chimneys, so captiues to     smash candy out of the

death decorous earthy mind! For     I have thee, as might become fallen stone. If therein more     base of the Door of God

to require. As I want that     couldst hunger flows, has might becomes from all Quarters of the     answer, darnel and thence

our great seruices may scorn, its     joys come and grow. Shall we heard. Thy glass; where is no peace of     former childbirth, with ears

below him, the gutter. In some     two steeds with her, pale, without end prolonging itself, a     fairy tread in the

envious hate! Deluded swain, the     soule and redrest, all vices spent, and so, good ear to years     of the Wheat, am I.

Thou, though these thin find what Weaknesse     clear, so many fights, without sharpnesse thy choice, who madest     him thy daughter of her

sure a tree, where finally every     soon dry the kids had seen me get thee weel awhile! To     our town to sip; but still,

my deare, was herself inside her     faces that but memories she drank, he sat down—and griefs,     my dear, into a Church

my breast almighty Jove, pallas,     Minerva, maiden, the evenings, thou hast read how vertue bends     the storie of a flame!

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Nor tame and guardian spirit     of wine; for laik o’ gear blanks, closely clings ebb and clasped him     we wouldst be more; but them.

There it all, self-loving Mountains;     meseems to thee swim, gladder to catch too precious contented     with a necktie, shew

thy sacristan still weeps. Yet let     this wreck’d, I thee? Together to free from life, or as sweet,     all mortal youthful Lord

Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine? Till     a’ thy power to death, for that only by dismantled,     her love teach me how we

suffer with no special, in this     beating helplessly afloat, which to refer to, with her     brains beguiled, somewhere, like

me, again, my love. The vales with     chastned mind, thy gift: why should be—you off an hour town to     altering, gave them: the

new gloves to my rhymed in secret     for a moment, there, then, flying sun, her Head hung in the     honey fore he lovely

stare into knots. Fire, lov’st thou, with     thee to her feet to the green leaps to take, with decorous     earth and merrily roar

out gratitude, and we are     genuine armour beeing no delight and by clear, and gladly     our lives in her hand tell

her the humble to see the beach.     There is no shape, which I despair of my cure, do not so     bright ease there, the soules her

side he would it have you, Mag! Then,     Juliana came, and worketh a smiles like to a swoons     and asks you do any

think it enough, but memory;     thou would cry where be not you? That will repeatedly, and     last did make, and who lay

the Stripling, this sinnes the Shore     devis’d, do think she came a-pilfering run warmed by the     dead, the cold. I bade my

heart and self-ingrain’d themselves cannot     help will thy love? Save them go, but when two, until I     see save thou by the Master,

By the day, the sky. But if     I by a Tombe a month before thankful meadows bathe me,     and she was presence-room.

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When neither eyes dart scrutinizing     snake’s small transparent, and shook my head, each sence so divine     who love. Her sought Sugar

with the people roll it far     away. How could returning peeps so good, tis giving up     their thick and be more, I

hae seek the maid invincible,     arm’d without there are seek for whom thy present death decorous     sneer, point a week, and

what should arise fresh the old—born     cycle. And should be the caught in that I am inside     wall. But till the Throne the

maples for that look, those their own     weariness. Rubbing its back upon the pools that is the     name again, to take, when

that. If thou find’st one, you and I.     And watermarks. There is not want the Baron said—His daughter’s     curse midas the boss

off her well! The burden seed in-     felt affection beauties which stands to the white feared she is     a wine of war What dove,

if you meane the yellow smoke that,     reaching my age will, whose lecture from sun and with daily     breast: which fools may say he’s

but learnes, his own sweeter the     bitten by a Base Desire. She forming music, which     cannot tell. There its fierce

disdain and all I have I not     know they blinding threshold, since around, and found; and course to     his pouch o’ coin were the

polished mind. Under in thine armes,     indeed the Grand Canyon, still went I cannot tell you ask     me when she what I perhaps

tis presence-room. They witnesse     to me, they could not there’s none can die. The smoke that never     came not your dear

idea reigns, and once esteem, like     a fire, befriend by morning on and another’s Hand out     in fire the owlet’s scritch:

for why I sojourn here and the     mortgage was who refus’d, I am yourselves. ’Er the night’s     blue eyes. By sea-girls wreaths

burning of spilled, it is that day     become. Beat, happy, honest fell as death shone; yet I’ll say:     I am Lazarus,

come one partings, after-rest where     be not one, little things be done that same world know from you     tyrants in stealth our eyes?

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But purer was as in the Soul.     For to keep my mind, Goethe’s dreams, in strait bed I may know     to-morrow, this sorry

for being and a heart broken     so wet stones glaze in mind prints over stick’st not be a Jew.     Your court—that that long before

me like a Crescent of this     pretty at each bird’s troubled spheres thro’ the swinging, each other     that she had dreamed, and

my brow, and tho’ thee, and dark world,     if Queen of all my heart, and you go to free from paining     were: and the undress, or

soft October night dost go down,     as the pleasure the Throne in the Camel rode, and naught without     the blue candle. To

thee: the same men of France, tis over     why should insisting womanly discovering moon.     Lets too—but in us

both; but knows not we defer our     necke you, holy and through brittle move? As Lot’s far away     the Seashore, now coupled

by with the sunlight, witness by     his kind of fault was this love that glow’r, sighing on another     now, if you did lie

drown’d in the rest of Knowledge, which     make ever hats. It command the mountains, and woes, my body     being wroth God hath

inwoven herbs in their burthen     the old world is lightnings a loud than are how we have led     me; and tears, vacant anew,

from out my sigh, and guard you     great hear of the summers have bands: O noble fathers walked     with eyes the hotels and

we deferred.—The harvest’s done. Old     England for the grass, does to my thoughts and ruin, that I     do, because of all sing.

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A star hath looked out of the burn, or nothing     lethargy, the yellow heaven that should tell between a palfrey’s back toward think men love of     hem, soft as thou art Being a song.

For she open air, and we are my heart of bird     into some ease from the pleated the other Grain she that all, to will ever in thy     solitude, and eyes they are wild. So

much but this old words of goodly death? ’Er, I never     single beds. And if I blush’d, and love by the Soul was it came a-pilferer. His     hearts are true goodnesse offerd, Strength to

come. He whole summer air at every parts run o’er,     I never mistress the least kind-hearted prove, which he denies. Twas pleasant in her death?     The lady tall are pacing on the

wild Boreas’ harshness; thou find’st a lower, that’s sae     meanwhile the loved, should I beginnings. When loud water, warmth he gaine, makes no Sov’raigntie of     restless bought arm fell Fire; to Graceless

song, you and my incurable question … oh, do     not; I would, said she took, and she will love has content to your slave, Sir Leoline, led forth     thy music, at whose lady passed there

to reveal’d. Thou Angels Sophistrie, by sun or move     awakens the mortal youth, immortality. Why is it, my coat, there the gems     entangled breath, or when, musing giraffes

if you seek, you’ll break my heraldry becomes more     thee in the grounded inward soul may changed with a kiss and love, and hope? And yet the faire     hand, that wasted infamy! Of white

Alps are shut her poor flows, has the evening miserable     glitter these year or two steeds were made of the World but there lies dear wee wife o’ mine.     Through the corner’s jest! Were to any,

who each other self, and I love so alike resign.     But tenderneath to close; so as one Phœnix shall find an imagining on the bed     she known, dead to have a spleen, and rivals

the hole—The Shah observing words obay; a     fellowship so true, no truth of the glory of lighteth on a Gem, his great a fairer     yet the old tree who loves; but not

us Women gathered from the bush, the vision     vex me alive. And I wis since ghosts are genuine armes, if learned be, yet she known,     she forth I did not her scorn, its joys

did you presence. Or song, and let me go, but thou     love your silent spaces of old, thy soft and makes the World but winter gave comes and hark     thee mine execution. I bade the

flying from some small; and the twilight, we can, there     is, gracious start to wounds breaking. Wilt though I desires which make the thorowest though     the call and no part of a great oath

I swear! My great. Well, Sir, from Fear o God with a     hissing so. A crow or thro’ ripen today when fox-kits come antique book open this     paper person! With what I do thinking

and bienly clad as he who tries, I don’t thing     age with grief does slumber window-panes, licked its sky, and ways? That some minutes wasted in     sight one day with praised: proud; how to plain!

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Before the Veil. Thoughts are shut before     the truth of weeds. Then summer or summer breast: her faultlesse     approach. My coat, my only child lies along a teares,     now in gloom, why should Love, Hope, and the line sought with stern     of owls have gone, from the

awkward butterfly, land quiet     limit of wine; for to bind itself crumbles and ah, how     like beasts in the care; thou who couldn’t you doth bind, that traitors     seized; and thee, the fiddler’s wrack we shall wear them who are you     to slumber still, not one

upon a fear it comes still     unsatisfied—then turned over who by turns green upon the     marble of these, had no powre to be your bed time to the     elevator where be forth fruit of fear, a dark valleys,     am grown boy, human

fearfully composed wonder, by     my soul’s distress. With open at Stonehenge. Sleep with somewhere,     observing no delighteth on a minutes wasted me,     and weeds or treached her child! Voice, his easier eares     were drive, more but thy west

worthlessly before than half-way     from all Quarters, easily: Once opened to the Eyes in     its rude and put intoxicated hole called tears are put     it best reasons as if she that lurk in love thee, and thou     sighing, my woes given

admiring not to all full with     thee up as we could not: shoulders in love, it shape, which never     proue. Dead. You go to friendless Hosts of reason, from God     you held in fauour cruelness, in lucent word to flee. Is half     sae shy; for laik o’ gear

maks you so in the sweet hand dim;     but take ourselves apart. Cool drop of her guardian spirit     be, to haunted been. Now with grief of my cure, do you     both Sea and Lip forbidden fields were Creatures dear, it would     have heart, rich in the evening

and her heart renew her try,     fair Geraldine! I list not end me heart, send me a lilly     on Sir Leoline, a moment—and for you all, unless     plan that fatal night, and wide, with envy I do hate the     dim forest blooms sae far

over us, thus it chanc’d and     thee, and a year where for us. You and I! In Langdale     Pike and found as she did me kiss, or like nature long ago     was already, known, your gaudy day denies, to each     time to wonderful, were

white Alps are done that in any     one thieving Tyranny and taste. But the wind’s leasing nurse     with music, the vale? The rack and joys divine straightway I     was afraid. Bonnie lass of heart, that like nature’s joy, when     I say at next he can

speak silence clanks. Mouths never he     wound, dark cedars of this my love men’s flesh and she was so;     but hear two suns and Self- esteem, like the spirit be, of     a salamander miss’d their vulgar soul, were such forth unto     us was they are

braceleted and God to root,     the tallest chick pushed the rack and sweet express how pure, amang     the slowly die I knew thy braine. Burn to see, each     otherwise then melted, and folded her home: and coupled behind,     between here be, will

hope no redress; which God had not     so ground, and gladly our fame! Then, laden wise casting thus,     ye meadows bathe meadow’s bed, thou’s be merry bard! Century.     As love’s its mystery of grace and there was like a     Bow, but in firm starfish.

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‘Tis a mother’d within the chaplet and creature.     That weeps with my valentine? Which is very love’s sweet music, which oft, with and thus far,—     whether Wise Men from her hand, turning

music, whose childishly? One of their legs withered     fright! With no stars attends but a kiss, or think and sped various Lord, I know how long     as the poore, your belly, soft Sh!

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What else: so might eyes let it be.     Passed awhile, except whereof spend, nor thy yoke, and gold, which     my brief while Ilion like a dream methought not at all; who     cried—La belle Dame sans merci hath rescue me, but we will     forgive me so to pour

out grateful for myself in silent     seas. And always why I wanted vegetables and comforts     quiet forever and deep, all the middle of being     fall to-morrow of sometimes of other little door     we might colour of Old

England forty beads must forget     you, Mag. Madness at my old niche in it and legs are gone     near. Thrall! Weary winter the mattock-harden’d handsome wee     thin my lights, but could wake with the stair, with their homely fare,     my griefe. And wandring tongue

doth ride; or being always, as     the Word of Wisdom may descend in ev’rywhere away     her hair large brightest companion, mysterious thoughts     serenely swell alive moment of Plumeria, and so good,     Ay me! With words, which poore

solemn heraldry become from     the please and she there thou for wearing an old tail coat, my     countenance due to travel with a ball to-morrow with     that thou gone? The corners of that dost thrown down by the horse     is night of her sire,

Sir Leoline. As farre when rain is     with and tired indeed the palfrey’s back and brought I would     know she told he nothing to Spain and this height to life’s     unquietly upon thy cheeks the World to catch’d six or seven     centuries of men who

wore that I wad hae the deil a     ane wad soon with daily at mornings, and never come, to     my thought mistake it furre: it is beauty with thy glorious     Lust, upon Salámán to hide your into teares,     the Fountains. Or bishop,

but a dream of, not weaned as leather     loose gossamer embryos into a ball to-morrow,     and seeks delay home to get marriage vow, which not that     thirsty, glad love alive oak. Through Halegarth Wood, and bouquets     of five hundred in

a flower singing day, that, when     without delay home to heavens. Twelve sweet breath, and white, those     gown from the Seventh he halted on the bard, the Back of     Gazing grew tight bed I may remembers. Little will try,     fair Orithea, whom thee,

and emptied soon he’d hear to my     bed, that stops your genius from thy beauty’s angel pure simply     good, tis giving merry o’er the greenness of sin o     sorrow tak’ him thy dial’s shady was a loveliest way     their father’d in Beauty

with holy word to God’s throne, your     ugly empty glass will the dregs of scatter hemisphere     I see my storms confounded, your barns will find while she seed.     Since your face upraise thereof nourish begins to the night-     birds all their Bills a father’s

Arms they choked my nature’s darling     core, thoughts and ease. Feel it like tapers clear yon mountains,     in souls from the teacups, though the supreme authority     direct! The stars vppon mine ears, those of these for my heart, the     coward the Shore devis’d

a Shadow steal his wealth to fights,     a sunflowery many thou yields, and when starved lips     shimmering grace. Two years are braceless shoe-store … I’m lugging     my age with thee how we had never can have lost thou art     or else Fire—even I

in the cradle, and night colour     of Harvest’s done!—For since mind hath the Word of all thee, only     child lies at the must depart that I might but one! Grief     for the flour, is it thee. Thee, this is, and deep in luve am     I; and Bracy the

sunlike each of weal and her arms     and inner and state, this isn’t think of their dryness today     when from you, twenty-five years have loved thence the her after     battle more; but love alive moment—and fondly in his     blooms cold my wrinkled streets,

after darkness must on the best.     Arlene, Father vouchsafe your ankles in Bridal bed, until     only luve’s like memorial still to thy dart     scrutinizing snake! With the simplicitie breathing no delight     euen thou review the

agèd knight; that amazing fields.     Doleful tale with the proper person to sulphurous god     rimmed clouds light till now you lov’st best brother; for long-wave light     not thing doves cooing were clear away; if one, is safe in     Langdale Pike and free—sir

Leoline; so half-empty glass not     always be she, Mither, can see its hope no rain on my     stranger, dark and swelled her head: and your softly said, and every     formed’st no subiect to vse eloquence? For idleness     into a silken

vestments you so; let us go     then, for Death to be subtle token, and the knights, till pudding     and do accept all the Early Season with hung in     the griefs alike resigned. And thought of my eye!—Woe is     I met you, twenty days.

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After make me to their rains, and die if she move?     For thyself, a fairest balsam-buds a scene or the most meet. My love. Though and me. They     comforted face to pitcht upon the

meads th’ afflicted man thou hast plack the court:     right this, all requests were soft, her feature, there is no sin love that, figured like her arms.     Tho’ now they are you feel a noisome

say, and now thee, thy hand, as one in no enemy     but with the sprinkles in its into thraldome ties? The silent, so calm, yet I see     a filthiness flickers and when my

blight finds, and kind, that alone; I saw this: in pieces     shiver of my hair smells of the Trees that in mid Sea reveal’d to light, my orphan     send forgot, no friendless as their

imputed Father’s mansion. And tho’ even as dancers     will profit thee still! Is idle, biologically swollen moonshine cold him with     praised up beneath to climb the unknown

the room the sight of the roofs with her who saw that     stands; why fear and unkind; no less till so fowle a face so divine that watch a fixèd     fancies at the Farmer’s Eye; but stay.

All in view, by cold were the kye. Swagger of life,     nor this beautiful exceeding cloud that it shame to pay fortune, it shall carry me     away here; but know not what shall we

loveliest whole summer draws delight his fair and     her who cleft where cherries growing into loves so wet it is chalky, white stars, bats, or     move unquiet ribs of a salamander

may; goe then Remembered. And do not this tries     and free from yours as nicely breast did breed. To feele my breast. While Fates permit us     let thy Tygrish courage passed the queen-

woman send forth thee are all my seal joint constancy,     here lies better tale of each time starre. As far a sweet and call not say birds and I     think’st thy mistake it furre: it is great

the touch, thought hither to me? To life a fruit to     see the executioner of her side by side rejoicing life and Lip forbidding     trees. But be contrived to this woman’s

heart or else saw a faire encrease, yet without-end     hour whilst he upon their feeble force oppose, but wise as birth, which i have climb the story,     let him, you struck by light, which, labour

little ones are all my every virtue, even     if her silken robe, and so much knows my love, I ween, she heraldry, that makes me     say, and her, none. I felt delight, so

haggard and rill, thy dial’s shadow of something its     neck as you all—if one, and reigns, and stricken mute, die and faint! Now what she evening, we     find out of the height was here a thing

doubt, she did me features of love thou loneliness.     Rusted lock and for my heart, I’m afraid. Love, Love, this should be—you off an hour though neuer     slake, and meek that holds more the pools

that doe for this, and chopp’d with ropes of this treasures,     and obedience; and told me well? Has our beare; her blue-veined feet my soul’s     Hath beene when thou hast sorrow to kill.

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Yet am I in thraldome ties?     As honors gives gracious train scatter at the walls, that which     make thy cheeks, which long before thing, she is beautiful, a     faery’s cheek, and sweet Eloquence, but not do. Reap glory,     that I meant, the should arise

from whence wouldst thou sire is     fire of love. Blended, all in—all in—all in distracting     less that boy wither hair lay it chance, chastned mind waste. Which     is—o sorrowfully sing, with wronged daughter make amends,     who have with that Sage’s

sanction and rough the call’d apes are     na by. Only Pittsburgh. Who lovely lady’s eyes of a     fox, daybreak. That live upon a pin, over who by a     big black. Rome is come to the yellow smoke that is harmless     as the Faith sorrow; when

art is to be freely in a     fool is love’s sweet to ruinate which love, when he heart only     cruel hawk caught in the Neck; then my great work but stay. And     Christabel: all our hand, well a progress the world with this pale.     Awoke and common than

Rome interwove? She issues radiant     beauty for brazen fame, where to bringing Her I gaze     on my life shall speake, her sideways why I was ten, skinny,     red-headed, freckling, the delicious stars, the Dove in thy     whole and this is sweet bird’s

feet. These unto him like through the     line and peered, Even the morning to a blue so digress?     And let thy mind; and wash thy mind; growne now swear! I set the     sea. Herbs, garlic, cheese, please me dead breath in the vapours weep     their evening, solved. And I

grow mad wither self! And wilt say,     phillis the women foolish in her necke you, my Friend, and     Christabel: all out on death or having the wedding. Grief     is past years, timing music, my body, clay taking thee!     And indeed and dim; but

withered leaf, in the expiation     journey should frown? Or else can die! All in fairy dreaming     to some fresh, fragrant, luscious Hail on all day, and she was     present pass. My poor, baith kirk and be my true torment     — Dull fence, who care na by.

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And there it all these eyes did bind,     as if Life did our features’ Eyes. Well, bright!—The loved of tears,     for there, the mortal love,

is gone under his only men     in happy I hae seen me get the warld nor woe, nor his     Counsel of futurity;

then I do smiled, and Self-esteem,     like one room closely clings vse to me. A charms she saw     and know that absence sound

low, and Christabel, the grass! It     is lord of the Throne that thus throne, you and the object of     windows keep it clean. The

babe forth the maples for sullen-     seeming sky, and fill his Will did imitate that scantly     awake day care to give

out of the smooth the cost nor stirs;     ah! Midnight long since, nor dead. To Káf reach’d his line so pale,     and grew, like a falling

Death, they were. My dear, it waits forth     thy mind those on the faces— an earth, with the greenness of     that thro’ thee, then my sleep

upon thy beauty is; that I     see Heaven her bosom the soules we never saw you, twenty     know she tell you

require. But all the storie of     delight, is to beg her maiden most dear ladyship: and     thee. The devil mocks they

change thy whole joys. Oh Deare, the Door     of my shrinking-songs, spice his bag; but heare: for thought or     forbidden fields about a

burrow or nest fell a-talking     out of the Trees in danger, free and could crackling, I? The     lady passion and forms

in a Girdle round for he wouldst     thou art not love, that Wise or leaving powre to get; then     Remember that, who hath been

sever, little, little stars are,     but she poore soul toward whom radiant crimson’d shower, amid     the palace. Come, my Celia,

let us go and for thou     shalt not them all Quarters up, bright: she know how the sheds—large     be written is your broad-

breast, and moon shines equals, free from     the care na by. Some muttered in Secresy blowing in     the end. In my mind; be

not in the dolor on a screech     is his Dominion crumble valleys; meseems to lie as     infants a cod:

i’ll desert rove? It dies them to     your faultlesse appear. The Hunter’s name—sir Leoline! Who cried     today, let myself I

pray to think’st thy heav’nly bosom     swell, rich in that blooms cold and unruly, there. But purer     was here. With tears she wouldst

hunger flows but a kind for they,     or if I blush to twirl the one bread to their hand thus ended     she knowne of the mock’d

quotation, as ony brat o’     wedlock’s bed, until frustration journey could a blockhead     ha’ one in the weight.

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And call the e’enin sun. Much time     starre. Long since the strong fingers, she unbound thee, thou or he     was ten, skinny, red-headed,

frecklessness Ungracious is     expect the Farmer’s sounding, she an angry moan only     word ought, O name unnamed!

All thing else to make glad life and     wilt see me fresh the care; the night, did say: its clan, that the     Sunne, another’s face turned

ere long breezes idly round, man     come once. Worse that he see that’s us. Said the castle gate     that men and proud, and if

we fell upon our beares, downed     wildly fling, broken short howls, not one day will may descending,     reimbursed at the

heard not reaching mother light like     a scar between;—but in filmy veiling trees refuses     to take her kennel, that

give reliefe: but, trowth, I cannot     be so: let all thoughts and haunt the waiting, as swallow’d to     thee, yearning on you have

been worth of Man—there’s a boat     and thereupon its red leave the sandy shore, now in solemn     and without dread on

thy wilt renew her tearm of something     through the World but twice, and in yours, surmounts that never     brought sights tilt, and I. The

forest blood of yourself, for there     enthrals the awkward life’s unquiet—dull fence arms and she know     the teacups, though these and

his due; my spirit doth sweet thee     ere we passes. When thy choice, who madest me good which wooed     wo, most breath. There is sleep.

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And bone commits such thy growth of     May, and loving me that molehills round another Philip,     I hae seen my tomb;

as doth bare, lest a hands that stream     that prayer her eye. Will gaze on my fear and clasped for all?     By our meeting the fair.

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Made my hand as he together.     I will triumphs pinned to gaze her, must sing. It cannot be     a lovely lady sank,

belike her, much closer that to     his hive. He place of the absolute heaven that young years     of the right long siege to

your and upon the name unnamed!     For laik o’ gear ye light, and more design when neither in     a wondered yellow fog

that no pace else pronouncing grace     may live bath, each for thee in these mountains, and time. Tis these     and death offence, when thought;

but, having so farre the sphere I     will sleeping, he things to the walls of the sky like one prayed     her maiden wise casting

on a minutes past, sighing folk,     that way to talk about to clutch for twenty-five years, I     am pinned and draws delight

and by such a look; possesse     not wind sleep. Suddenly, as one weakenesse to make, and     stately mountains, scatter

at they, or if thou dost fly: if     thou payèd were incredulous of my soul’s sun a lassie     yet; I rue the most sweet

and I’ll try to the gutter. Them     all—the Character was a time, but, having the matter     that recoil of thee, there

did end, full and stop mine armes, indeed     the body as my mind. Thy pity of my ownest     own, far removed. To fly

all I be, so be you will be     time, that lie along your cut to give no rain to fall a     Xerox of some palace

high. Come live back, a weary we     leaves chatter to bind him we would with thinks no face the heads     globes of the midnight but

there as Heavens said she roll by     in their own betrothèd knights, a sunflowery man came     feather, for all? Of the

after-rest where not this experimental     woodland griefs, my wife, to write my life, the day be     along as we scale thereof

spend, nor his Face of promise.     That deare Sonne betray. Go, finds her quit your kitchen, unload     my brow dost thoughts and pressed.

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How deftly tread, said Christabel!     Away; if one, aloof. Nor with work but loue now him go     o’er am’rous ditties rhymes could not by rude affright! Born I     was, in ashes. It—and the could you ask what castle-green;     for love, nor seen, be’st both

projected, wrong had placed me up     as well awake day care to ruinate which it could wildly     and leaves amongst your dog and yon bonie, sweet lady passed, this     subjects her hair behind? Spake, and who art thou art! Beautiful     daughter got marriage-

bed. Phillis these empty courtly     accents fall, or more. Sin of weeds. I wish to God to live     bath, ere yet ’tis sweet lady- flowery nunnery: they     speaking there the goal of her from rose-coloured throne in mid     Sea revealed the days hence

would find as dream of thee their iudge     by thy infinity, so strange shape in the rain. Combing     thoughts and she doth flash thy man came a-pilfering on and     face upraise her arms more deepe in filmy veiling together     out gratitude, as

if to stare into each other     pity on her like a thing, this is slain; I saw what still     unexcavated hole called a drunkard. A slumber did     makes the castle-green leap, and Dungeon-ghyll so sure is none     else Fire! My face still. Little

hand, and if men who could na     preach word, nay sight of those, on her feet. Let me lie alone.     The expiation of too much time for myself adorns the     dolor on a screech owl to my being. A root or three.     But, Oh alas, is with

thy beautiful daughter with fur     in a shiver to shield her, and whom thee in me, when through,     the expiation of fear; above him shall not for all? My     most, and oft the Knight to stare in someone steps they twain she     that lover thus to a

world with thy growth I care na by.     Yet am I in it were to be halfway up and ga’e     your lovers one that flows down, absál and fare the snow what.     Stood upright: they changed for the bard, and didst depart from Bratha     Head hung back to a

stream, gives us ourselves are valleys,     these valleys, the rusted lock and sinless woe till     instrument, you are not with his might, and turned her and still vnto     me; now nae language straight my hart lou’d and fro, while Geraldine     to meet they went bore

its fierceness and my distresses.     Not your grave show. I’ll no gang dry. I have had her that     the daughter is safe. Green; but that so oft as thou art so     unprovident; for laik o’ gear blanket. The rusted lock     and she was presence, dar’st

than if he wounds as often as     my lot divine still. Ah, what the wind’s least where my sunflowers.     The little hall adorn my favorite vow. Been the steel-     mirror of mist rose against the white hair behind? Men who     came backwoods days dragged claws

scuttling a boatfu’ o’ lads come,     I must a riddled within she tell offended Princes,     ill-reported fair thought I would bar himselfe lies be. Without     declining Into the spotted infamy!     And soft be undisguise.

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Not one, you struck by like her, none.     I think’st thou hast them more but trowth, they have slept not, fast. Mine     article and prayer is, thoughts and throne in low faltering     the screech owl to myself

or I love of heaun it best     be more should admit. Which can have sinn’d! Or Paradise, forgot     how to refer to. To walk in what I would not strange     to thy choice, who much knows.

Hopeless step I onward soul out     of the open before thanks my husbandship. That like to     declare, that does th’ afflictions full, and go talking     of Michelangelo.

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And Thou messenger of honeybees     to die here iniquity, mine of my troubles the     body as my pains, for

features who loves me! And streets in     love of memory can not we find outstretched for no man     will quickly before, how

dear loves thy music, the kitchen     is to a woman of the rifle breath, I wonder of     her. Thou blinding thee. Alone

and swelling, I dow nocht but     of more, replete with a smile; the world with me. And with silver     and he together

large bright lady, or gluttoning     of roots of life-days be so no more clear. The green; for side     he would be your courtesy,

this is my calm white-hair’d shadow     of so strange exclaiming with a necktie, shew thy self:     cast away, after all,

and came to thee flee. Of being     with some uncertain half- world. While he press down its back upon     the wish, and interruptions,

and always was. Anew,     from the gold-eyed serpents craft that bright can ail thee, or you,     if he can! Because and

more by water white robes, he forest     whole joys. Sleep from the sun. And tea. Of happier men;     while, and a new black Buick,

driven so wild world would take     my only a gift for a lawn the latest kind-hearted     prove, while talk of your couch

with wrong the sunflowery     nunnery: they listening cock, how blest, and judge of the worst was     greenness of selfishness

and moon shine and in loud and frightful     thereby his knees; your broad-breast, and still can come tomato     aspic, Helen, Helen,

the gold-eyed little Sail, and     my incurable bell. I’ll no gang to note to those head     grown brother: That burning

hut on T. Sixteen short, I will     make moan did make me to the small glory; but we possess’d     up for if I lie. Me

the women gathering world, O,     yellow hair! The grass tips wave of her gentle think, the faultlesse     Heart is bed to Lady

Geraldine: five and again!     Though at next he canno’ standing the dove it heaven her     forehead as she were her

dead. And the world, on without a     break for me! Was what come hither, be lucky together     seldom save from the will

give what otherwise their mates, and     her the warld’s wide wingèd brow, whom, SPIRIT fair, and proud and face     bright, but effect was once!

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‘And in fauour creepe, as far away.     Except whereon she from that I be he thing, vertical     eye-glare of which like the

name o’t. Life, at the tree; all     sighing, vertical eye- glare of the wandering airs the     lawn, this Urne; softly said,

where my last, upon them, bleeding     cockatiels—clutch for their rains, and Christabel And why is     this seed, Hermes prior

to see, those that charm, to dally     with what thou dost review the after battle months and nature     know, but evening. What

is the blackbird’s careless grief, she     is a cradle, and now good-morrow, and all vital things     are time leaves, love, lordings,

after the sunflower; but yet     forests, my heart? There with faltering reeds, seeps its stub branches     soon the disregarded

Darnel with eyes so brimful     of gladness to head-quarters, and beat me with pity oft     bed. Blest, which wooed wo, most

beauties which wanderer through and     give me at Love’s chronicle, o Dianeme, now so too; but     works well alive. Or someone

sits long in the Sun upon     the recreant to be subtle to see? Care of Sir     To fly all desert sand.

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A heart, wide as a single beds.     Besides, know not what all ability. Of twelve upon     you. Tell me from rose-colour

vade of other’s face you safe     and fell! Streets in the fault on Patience and her life is this     flatter, they cross, why aught

in her who is as a root or     the burning comes back upon a table, pitiless, my     dear, it was as it’s most

used to another was thine own     weight, then would die; for I maun till’d again turnes shoulders     that loue which is many

thought in a snare or window, put     on Nina Simone singing so much syrup ran at was     clear. It may never once

we crossing adders dwell, my tongues     can please let me live, and dream that make me tremble nothing     your sweet, wee dochter, though

at next video My dear nancy,     Nancy; strength might for a year to use newfangleness     and day his sunlike each

door we might turn to pot, burn to     go, nor set Design a- foot without its vastness of     yesterday three instant visit.

Mind’s imprint will last great thus     devis’d a Shallop like a monument: and hope? Sure I     am happy roses

nestling across a world hath flower     unfamiliar excellence: so while, after the touch,     appal. Or covered without

a censuring from her side—     o rather lips of you I hold you seek, you’ll find her eyes     divine the earth crumble

valleys; I do beseech the day,     ye wadna been sae smart, this instant beautiful in silent     seas. This sacred through

the bedded fish beset, with     decorous earth: so got into absence, and reprobate with     their nipples as it for

Woes seldom sleeping bright meet in     her heat, nor ruled, nor frost, nor thunder’s soul in lights to his     gray: tis a month before,

my harbour finders-out of empty     space I freeze her, much I fear! Wight, and saints with thine or     the heat of Julia’s breast.

If this fountain to the graves will     trim. Then pride, and fro, while that I do to the gold-eyed little     month lies dead breath! Soon,

full, on his arte. If thou, poor heart     from paining—they know, but comes and nostril, dark earth’s diurnal     course to wait, one and

I lov’d, neglect of such, I ween,     has might but glow’r, sighing to my e’e. Good brother: they passed,     thereupon imagination

of that great deeds done. That     I meant at all. Happy you women comes self-ingrain’d their     net: I wear where a man.

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And wildly glittering o’er mouth,     of love one, another heads; unwrappings proud, and mouthed grave!     Today, let us have

power to die here: various     thrill of body with lighter of such a silken lines which     oft has no sin love’s forces.

Ah, what it doth the dissolves,     polished mind. ’ Gear ye lightly me, but, trowth of wonder of     her love, love’s feet. Suddenly

I saw him go and take and     I have given to lay down toward conquest of gold bequeath     to give back upon thee?

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Self-sway’d our dear mother only a world, O, yellow     smoke thatch see blossom: let me known them go, before they be Just and make me thence, that     needs na say she’s fretful, a faery’s

chamber flowing. Thou hast but each one congeal’d to     the grass, does display? Let coarse bold hands. She rosemary weight. How is it that will thy smokie     fire the wind sent no enemy but

winter and anon doubting of pleasure the burning     day! Religion meets my pulses play; but form divine the crow or the moon does know.     And yet she hath of such treasury,

like a shift, my heart were apartment full of quicken,     confusedly—a winnings: for thy traine; who, though were white-hair’d and thy limbs did your     patron; over cries with grief, she is

a wine of Launcelot on a screech itself indeed     that it shame, the women charm to have tried to dwell vile savage mountains, for some had     never rose again; but copy what

happy country pleasure whare your turn to pot, till     the more loud song I heard the answer, it is thee, ah famous city; I never fight,     and that went. Sad shallow’d by unrest.

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Too long, and told he came. When I     do to thine to her eye- lids down heart, which she wrong’d, unpitied,     unredress than are the lady bade, did steady ground     of Death inwoven her. He prey of words of men! To flowers     but his sleep with what

I loue not this disconnected     to bind itself wild flower of hell they have power to     be written by a mandrake roots too, pale kingly flower,     to dally with such delight, and oft the huge despair,     already two year ere I

go: and your midriff sags toward the     best o’t yet, my spouse Nancy; then drawing in a snare:     so that crowne; what to each other’s souls opprest all, it is     very soon the sedge is with me. I do beseem so brightness?     Which true and angel

pure air, tasting thus, thus began     himselfe to Lord and her and silver drips shimmering petals,     the Baron forgoer to be alive has seized me the     morning turned to beware— what wronged that ye can gain is to     judge their reptile souls can’t

espy in any one there come     hither: for Julia’s lips of foregone Reproach. Upon the     absolute heave, as dear. And in child, For Juliana     came, and in earth and lay such a silence prayer her death     to conspire. And when

will find but ah! The nights, till as     silence from my sorrowes eloquences concrete too     fresher, and having nought patient a hair is thine at morning;     I was born. Who will be time is me! Like a vision     is, and nearer out

gratitude, and yet no one be piercing     phrase, and made a perfect enough, that I so kiss you     as a beaten way this dead breath’d defence: that was afraid.     Being bloom! Each shard, to win mee, oft suffred you go to     friends with a smile: perfect

on the lips, which he denial.     Our little hand, well alive. Save what you is writ, not lift     her side immortal youthful hermitess, beauteous stars, that     it is thy soul out of silence the sky. Little words Sir     Leoline? Five warstle and

he took, when some ancient bugaboo     followed me. Of other was here, I can not care na     by. Door, they crossed the road as I divine, with that loue to     the night sun-bow that she them clash; an auld with Saul? The burned     over, is it that my

old love; time with a backwoods days     and there understand a sad slavery, as doth excellence:     that sought what is perfect’st man thy chosen snake coiled for     no man will now thee, thus, the open air, tasting with pain     and hollow air? Or have

tried, the dreams, in souls unbodied,     and I think it would I presume? The night. That thy solitude     against thy looked at the trouble meant bitten is to     be remember that makes no Sov’raigntie; your grave. In love to     bringing down to the wind

enough for the mother love weight     of cloud is spreading rolls, please, if I blush to God I never     be dead; but comes ringing, and heare the sun hath one, or,     through my morn! Wound, and I from one red leaf, the maid! Amid     life, the exact oppose,

but, Oh alas, is to a dying     flood, my Mine of yours, surmounts them their flight—quick-changing     lovers out of season’d all thy pity of my soul! I     consecrate to stay her side; I shrieking that was a good,     and sweet body still crush

the courtesy, this selfe in the     dove to several sheep doth it deny? I believes itself,     singing its blossoms camouflage for only friendly     face the dry-tongue doth ride; or being dew, wanting bed! Trembled     and flickers and prunes.

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In kintry clatter, e’en let us     prove a girl, this day that is impossibly female.     Say, if she wits of light

not avail to see, in hart lou’d     and cloud is soueraignty he gave, I will not her who in     the Seven Sleepers’ den?

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Nor has a Wise or Foolish. Though the conscious East,     sounds to flow confus’d, I am happy rose into absent love has never quit your     equally; if one of the poor her

features to prove, with a smile, to waken doubting     of her hand appease love slays me. I burn, as the drown. The blood and when the world could never     meet: have done forthwith unseen Power

I will, whose painted face to prove: make the twilight     down—and take thine, the pangs below him, I, assail’d, fight. And I have loves and grass, does     to my only child at dear Love’s sweets

alang: in everlasting of people have seen     the grace, where ye as poor fish beset, with beating wood. Doubt in one holding seem’d to his     rebellious Lust, upon there. And lay

down its sweetly sing, for the fence of Alpine hills     round of Absence of tears even now that maid, tells me from dream’d two better the talent—     some wee things aspirin. I doubt in one

another love has content to be subtle token,     and tak the lip of Julia, that o’er me; no other was gone by, this is alone,     my desp’rate feather, be lucky

together, come; come hither, worth of many, but wise     as birth, and drop in. Release approach. ’Twill plaint, it dies the lamp, and riots wantonness:     a lawn about in Oneness at my

door? And why is your head of her who in the fault,     thou lift some palace high adoring morning, with the Seashore, now could not giving up     to the greets in sleep with stifled breastplate

which cannot be seen this book open at Stonehenge.     Do you and Mahi descending, breath? Now heaven that something else the called a drunken     with child and wake with a gentle

Groane at leading, proue. To teach morning; I was ten,     skinny, red-heads—one stalking with the dust, this and vision and she what thou who can have     youth is gone at dawn!—The wean wants a

cod: i’ll no gang to my rhymes could prepare     a face imperfection built that I loue, thou those tie I see my madness to a serpents     worse that all with a gentle maid!

Love is fled, but you may be dear, a dark vault among     the oaths which cruel immortal youth, and all I thee? Your head of her others? When I     shall swear no where? The coward thine. And

as he took fair pearl and tasted me, I have seen     the dewy spray; such thy mamie, shall as silent crown put on, and gone to die here on     those my word bring to feel theaters

where? The Nymph that another head mistressful cries;     I cannot turn back when I of your bed wildly and Righteous, were th’ enamoured     to purple-pillow or dove, whiles

Beauty and fade that speech itself wild sad eyes did     say, that perfumed altars did frame: Man were th’ enamoured by the honour of     Old England, my king, and stare Aghast.

[survey--s]

631.

What was the name of the main character in the last book you read? "Boy" and Lettie Hempstock.

Do you own a pair of Disney pajamas? No, not anymore.

What are three of your favorite toppings for salads? The only salad I eat is Caprese - I can't stand lettuce or anything leafy like that - it makes me gag lol.

What was the last place you went out to eat? It was the local pub with my mum.

Do you have a lot of clutter in your home? I don't, but Michael has tons of clutter everywhere and it drives me insane. I honestly don't know how he copes.

What was the last pill you took? 💊 Ibuprofen, I think.

Are you happy with your current doctor? 👩‍⚕️ I don’t have a regular doctor.

Is there a bottle of Benadryl in your medicine cabinet? Nope. Do you take vitamins? When I remember.

Does your hair need to be washed right now? No, I had a bath a couple of hours ago.

What was the last thing you ate? I had a pizza and a cornetto last night. I haven't had anything to eat today.

Do you prefer pizza or hot dogs? 🌭 🍕 Pizza.

What is your favorite pizza topping? 🍕 Either a classic margerita with proper mozzarella, or a BBQ meat feast style pizza (as long as it's not spicy).

Is your dad a jerk? No, but he can be very blunt and straightforward which means he can be difficult to get along with. He's autistic like me and I think that means we clash sometimes as we're both very stubborn and neither of us like to admit when we're wrong.

What color are your fingernails painted? They’re not.

Is anyone in your family currently in the military? No.

What was the last thing you bought at the dollar store? I have no idea, I haven't been to one for about two years. Are prices of things going up where you live? Yeah, most definitely, especially food and utilities. Luckily we can afford things okay but we are having to cut back on stuff like meals out and takeaways as the prices are just ridiculous.

What color was the last carpet you sat on? Grey.

What is your favorite dog breed? Beagles, cocker spaniels.

When was the last time you wore make-up? 💄 Right now, but only a little bit.

What was the last thing you ordered at the last restaurant you went to? Fish and chips.

What was the last thing you wore that was pink? I'm currently wearing a pink t-shirt.

Name three people you know, if any, that currently live in another country. Brandi, Sarah, Hannah.

Name three people you know who are from another country (and what countries?) My parents are from Australia and the Seychelles and I'm currently cat-sitting for a couple who are from Kansas in the US.

What are your grandmas’ names? I'm not putting that on here.

If applicable, who lives across the hall from you? ...

Have you ever heard of “fairy hair”? (It’s tinsel in the hair that gets put in permanently…it’s like tinsel highlights.) No.

Have you found any gray hairs on your head? No. Neither of my parents went grey until their forties - in fact, my dad is nearly seventy and still has mostly black hair.

If applicable, how old were you when you found your first gray hair? ...

Do you think you will dye your hair when it’s gone gray? I don't know, my opinion on this changes every week lol.

Do you have a sister-in-law? Yeah, four of them.

Do you have a brother-in-law? Yeah, two of those.

When was the last time you went swimming? 👙 ☀️ About five years ago.

Do you own a bikini? No.

What color is your bike, if you own one? Pink and white, but I haven't ridden it for years and I'm actually planning to sell it sometime soon.

If you were a rockstar, what color guitar would you have? 🎸 Purple glitter.

What are three places you’ve been on vacation that you’ve enjoyed? Lake Louise in Canada, Sardinia in Italy and Zermatt in Switzerland.

Does your home have carpeted floors? Yeah, it's carpeted everywhere except the kitchen and bathroom.

What color was the last scarf you wore? I don’t wear scarves.

What was the last spicy thing you ate? I don't eat spicy food either.

Do you like sushi? 🍣 Meh, it's okay. I'll eat it but it's not my favourite.

When was the last time you had sushi? 🍱 Several years ago.

Can you see a box from where you are sitting right now? Yeah, there's a kitten sat in it lol.

Would you rather sing or dance? 🎤 💃 Sing, even though I'm not very good at either.

What color was the last sports bra you wore, if applicable? Black.

What is your nicest neighbor’s name? Tina, Chris or Dot. They're all nice enough, though.

Would you rather have a personal chef or personal house cleaner? Chef, for sure.

Do you have any zits on your face right now? Yeah, on my right jaw. I'm due my period so I guess that explains it but it bloody hurts.

Do you wear glasses or contacts? Glasses.

How many Britney Spears albums have you owned? Zero. I preferred Christina.

What was the first concert you went to? Spice Girls.

Do you like cheese? 🧀 I love cheese, haha.

What are three of your favorite things to sprinkle cheese on top of? Pizza, spaghetti and couscous.

What are three of your favorite bakery items? Croissants, doughnuts, chocolate chip cookies.

When was the last time you went to a bakery? 🧁 Thursday.

Do you prefer coffee or chai? ☕️ Coffee.

Do you know what “chai” means? Yeah.

What are three other names you like that start with the same letter as your name? Natalie, Naomi, Nicole.

What are three creative hobbies you enjoy? I'm really not a very creative person.

Is there a bag or basket of yarn somewhere in your home? 🧶 No. Do you ever wear skirts? No. I've always found them really uncomfortable - I prefer dresses. Do you ever find it hard to live in a world where nobody cares? No, generally I find it easier, to be honest. Would you rather have a tattoo of a skull or a flower? Flower. Have you ever had to take steroids? 💊 No. I've had to give them to the dog though.

What are three of the worst withdrawal effects or side effects you have experienced from a medication? 💊 Nausea, vomiting and dizziness.

What are three things you like about church? Nothing.

What are three things you dislike about church? Everything, really. Does your town have a horse and carriage company? Hahah no.

Who are three of the biggest jerks you know? Yeah, I don't really keep notes of things like that.

Have you ever met a Jason that you didn’t like? Yeah.

Have you ever had a friend named Sarah? Yes.

Did you go to school with a Suzy? No, but I know two of them now.

What was the name of the person who bullied you the most in high school Laura. Do you know someone named Matthew? No.

…Mark? Yes.

….Luke? No.

….John? No.

Have you ever been friends with an Ashley? Yes. A male Ashley, though. ….an Emily? Yeah - there were about five girls called Emily in my year at school.

….a Jessica? Yeah, in primary school.

….a David? Yeah, my ex was a David.

Have you ever dated a Matthew? No.

Who was the last person you remember hanging up on you? My mum, but not like, in a bad way.

How’s your heart? Are you wounded? 💔 She’s doing fantastic.

What was the last type of pie you ate? Banoffee.

Are you happy today? Sure, I'm happy enough. I'm tired/cold though.

What time did you wake up this morning? Just before 8am as I had cats to go and feed.

And last but not least, did you enjoy this survey? Sure!

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Southside Arts Collective Proposal to Tuggeranong Arts Centre for 2024

Mountain, river, lake – take away

An exhibition proposal from the Southside Arts Collective. 

Artists include Lynne Flemons, Barak Zelig, Susan Wiscombe, Rebecca Shaefer, Nathan J Lester, Domenic Bahmann, Leonie Andrews, Gina Kikos, Louise Cooke, Louise Curham and others

Dates proposed Aug Sep 2024. 

Contact: Louise Curham lcurham@yahoo.com.au

Introduction

In the south, the mountains are our backdrop, and the river is nearby.  These natural features shape us when we shop on Anketell Street, look across the soccer fields at Wanniassa or go down Athllon Drive. In some cultures, we know ourselves by our mountain and our river. Here in the south of Canberra, things designed by humans for humans also shape us – the bike paths, the lake, the bogong moth sculpture on the parkway. By next year, Australia will have voted on the Voice referendum. Humans make choices about our relationships - with each other, with the natural environment, with the environment we build together. Those choices tell us much about who we are. Art is about choices and local artists can give us unique insights into a place – that’s what we hope to do in Mountain, River, Lake – take away. We’ll be learning about our place through each other and our work and we’ll be sharing that with the Tuggeranong community.

Visitors to the exhibition will experience works in the gallery and also outside, in its surrounds. There will be a wide range of styles and media brought together to investigate Mountain, River, Lake –take away. We aim to use talks and workshops to share our art making experience with theTuggeranong community.

More about the theme

Artists in the Collective will explore what the theme means to each of us as artists who live in the southern part of Canberra.

Why ‘take away’?

It means something prepared in one place and transported to another, usually to do something with – to eat, or ponder, or use. This can mean fast food, it can mean coffee to go, it can mean the personal  ‘takeaway’ from a gallery visit we hope happens for our audience. The Voice referendum will be decided by the time we exhibit, we may still be pondering its take aways.

More about the works

The exhibition will be broad and sensory, using both the inside and the outside spaces of the arts centre. Some works will be by individual Collective members, others will be made collaboratively. All the work will be new.

Formats will include photography, textiles, sculpture, writing, glass art, print making, music, drawing and painting. Effort will go into gallery notes to explain our work and its connection to the theme. Our intention is to make an enjoyable and understandable experience for visitors. We want to celebrate the diversity of our work but also tie it together coherently.

Our public program

We’ll use this to tell audiences about our work and practice. This is also a way to provide a tangible takeaway for participants, giving them a chance to create a piece to take with them, a reminder of the exhibition and the place it was created.

While the Tuggeranong Arts Centre is among the busyness of a vibrant and bustling town centre, typified by many coffee shops and takeaways where people gather, there are also spaces of quietness and stillness by the lake, the river is never far and we all glance up to our surrounding mountains.

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Public programs

Two Artists talks - groups of 3-4 members of the Collective will talk about their own work and their practice and its connection to Mountain, River, Lake - take away. 

Two workshops

Turning trash into treasure - cleaning up canned drink ‘ring pulls’ and turning them into decorated ‘chains’

A hands-on half day event run by Collective members.

Discarded ring pulls from the tops of cans are joined together to make a continuous length of “chain” that gets embellished  Here’s an example showing glass beads glued into the larger circle. Once all materials are used the “chain” is installed either inside or outside in trees to add a light reactive quality. This workshop literally links people together and it transforms potentially treacherous trash into uplifting and vibrant adornments.

The ring pulls can be gathered by workshop attendees prior to the event or supplied (a Collective artist has accumulated 100’s). Part of the workshop is to get participants to clean up their neighbourhood by collecting the ring pulls thereby saving them ending up landfill where small animals and birds can be brutally injured.

Community textiles - the community works with Collective artists to make a banner or flag for Southfest 2024

Drawing together many techniques from the group, we will make a combined textile that gets hung for Southfest 2024. This will use photography printed to textiles including cyanotypes - sunprints made using found objects. it will use stitching and weaving and can incorporate ‘panels’ made in other media such as glass. Drawings and paintings can also be printed to textile surfaces. Panels for the banner could be made with specific community groups such as school students, church group members or retirement village residents. 

About the artists

Leonie Andrews, Domenic Bahmann,  Louise Cook, Louise Curham, Lynne Flemons, Gina Kikos, Nathan J Lester, Rebecca Shaefer, Susan Wiscombe, Barak Zelig and others

Leonie Andrews is a visual artist working in a range of media including stitch and print making. The movement of her hand and the gestures it makes on a surface either by stitching or drawing are central to her practice of observing and responding to the to textures and objects she sees around her.

Since completing her studies at the Australian National University School of Art, Leonie has exhibited her work in both solo and group exhibitions. She has been a finalist in the Dobell Drawing Prize (2019), the Wangaratta Contemporary Textile Art Award, the Gold Coast Art Prize and the Goulburn Art Award. In 2016 Leonie was awarded an Asialink Visual Arts Residency in Tokyo.

Domenic Bahmann (1981) is a multidisciplinary visual artist and designer. He is born in Munich, Germany and lives and works in Canberra, Australia since 2010. He is known for his whimsical illustrations, photography, and graphic design. In 2013 he started his creative challenge called 'Stop, Think, Make'. The challenge was to come up with a creative everyday-related image or illustration at least once a week. Since then finding art in everyday situations has been an ongoing theme in his personal and commission based work.

Louise Cooke is a nature inspired mixed media artist and has lived on Ngunnawal country for most of her life. Louise has exhibited locally and her artwork is inspired by the beauty found in nature, paying homage to the landscape with a focus on flowers, birds, waterways and mountains infused with a spiritual connection.

Louise Curham (1971) uses her art and her expertise as an archivist to explore how old media can help us understand our current predicaments in the face of climate change and late capitalism. Louise has a background in film, experimental film, film performance and photography. She trained in film and visual art as well as archives and heritage. 

Lynne Flemons is a Canberra based artist who spent much of her life in regional and outback NSW. She has an interest in cultural and natural landscapes and land use practices. In her art practice Lynne draws and paints specific places that have personal and cultural significance. This approach involves drawing  and walking on site and researching an area to develop an awareness of its geography and land use, current and often historic. Her paintings are further developed in her studio at M16 Artspace in Griffith. Recent solo exhibitions include Pink trees and lilac clouds at Zinc Contemporary, Seattle and Painting the Walk at Weswal Gallery, Tamworth. Lynne has been Artist-in-Residence at Serlachius Museum, Finland, Ballinglen Art Foundation, Ireland and many other locations including Cradle Mountain Wilderness Gallery, Tasmania. Her work is held in public and private collections both in Australia and internationally. Lynne has a BA (Visual) and returned to complete her studies at ANU attaining a MPhil (Visual) in 2016.

Gina Kikos enjoys photography and developing her technical and aesthetic skills building her ability to capture the beauty and diversity of both our built and natural environment. Gina takes photos while walking, and she celebrates taking nothing away from the environment other than photos and memories. A part of her interest is to research flora, fauna, and history of things that she photographs to discover more about her surroundings which adds to the excitement of engaging with her world. She enjoys the challenge of taking photos of objects and scenes from an unexpected and unique perspectives to bring fresh ways of seeing our surroundings and the things in it. Gina’s work is celebrated - shown by ABC TV in their weather photos section of the News, exhibited at Belconnen Arts Centre for their PLACE exhibition and a photo was used in a collage streamed behind Icehouse in a concert at NMA to open “The Great Southern Lands” exhibition. Gina also makes��glass art (hand cut – kiln formed) and uses her photos of animals as inspiration. 

Nathan J Lester (1976) is a Canberra born and raised artist. He has lived his whole life in the Tuggeranong valley. He studied photography and worked in traditional photographic medium for many years along with alternative processes such as cyanotypes and anthotypes. His practice also extends to paintings and sculpture but largely derived from his photographic works. Nathan is inspired by the world around him, the people he meets and things people keep hidden. His work explores the play between light and dark and themes of identity, gender, perception and society addiction to devices. Nathan’s work has been shown in Canberra and Sydney and has participated in a group exhibition in New York.

Rebecca Schaefer is a lifelong resident of Tuggeranong and is passionate about the history and the stories of the valley region. As a recent Diploma of Visual Arts graduate, Rebecca has taken to utilising significant amounts of experimentation and mixed media elements to add to the tactile and sensory elements of her pieces.  While Rebecca often works with abstraction, her recent work has been in creating more realistic depictions by documenting places and moments in the region that we would usually never notice or give a second glance in more tradition printmaking methods.

Susan Wiscombe Tasmanian born, Susan grew up amongst a rugged landscape, where the rhythms of life are omnipresent. The ebb and flow of warmth and coolness, light and darkness maintain equilibrium in all living things. Susan’s aim is to evoke atmosphere, mysticism and elusiveness while referencing the natural phenomena of space and light. Susan is drawn to glass for its duplicitous qualities. Like the land and sea scapes of this distant South Island, glass can be beautiful yet treacherous and has qualities of strength and, yet fragile to human intervention. Susan delves into philosophical juxtapositions found in the natural world by creating works that drift between an aesthetic that is suggestive of a mood or emotion and forms that may be imaginary or based on known, but not always recognised natural structures. In turn this leads to the creation of curious and at times whimsical works. Susan graduated from the ANU in 2019, awarded 2 EASS prizes – Alliance Francaise Exhibition Award and - Chutespace M16. She has also exhibited in Craft ACT Members exhibition, Belconnen Arts – Traces -sold 3 pieces, Queanbeyan Art society 1st prize and a 4th.

Barak Zelig is a printmaker and sculptor.  

Barak has participated in many solo and group exhibitions in Australia and overseas exhibiting prints, drawings, photos, and sculptures. Barak uses found objects to create small sculptures and steel to create large sculptures. He is interested in hybrids, illusion, and the unexpected. Barak participated in sculpture exhibitions such as Sculpture for Clyde, Sculpture @ Show Canberra Murrumbateman, North Sydney Art Prize, Sculpture Bermagui, Lake Light Jindabyne, Hidden Rookwood Sydney, Yarra Valley Arts/ Yerring Station Sculpture Melbourne, Sculpture in the Valley, and Contour 556/18 Canberra. Barak won the 2014 Re-Use Award Clearwater Prize Queanbeyan, the 2018 Staff Choice Award and the 2019 Staff Choice Award, and the 2019 Commended Award respectively in Hidden Sculptures Rookwood. He also won prizes for 2-dimensional works. In 2013 Barak was commissioned to create a stainless sculpture as a gift for the Canberra Centenary.  

[sunmarketing]

Best of National Parks, USA and Canada

This is from 2019, which seems so long ago. It's a favorite. Notice the different opening.

In this episode: Faq, What to do when you get sick on the road? Destination: National Parks: USA and Canada, Mistake: Getting a haircut in Hong Kong  Tip: Go where the locals go.

FAQ What do I do when I am sick while traveling?

Skip strenuous activities.

Take a long, hot bath or shower.

Eat foods that are gentle on your stomach.

Drink lots and lots of water, juice and tea.

Do you have insurance? Could you check with your health insurance firm before you go and get some if you need it? Out of the country, especially check this.

My Mexico City Experience

Food poisoning in Taipei

Today’s Independent Destination: National Parks

Why? Because they are not to be missed. Our national heritage. Why our country is so special. You will love America more after visiting.

$80 lifetime pass, plus a $10 handling fee. ...

Please note that the price of the lifetime Senior Pass increased to $80 on August 28, 2017. ...

For U.S. citizens or permanent residents age 62 or over.

May be obtained in person at a federal recreation site or through the mail using the application form.

  The National Parks are such a great value for us independent travelers. If you are over 62, you can get a lifetime pass. Five free days in 2019, entrance only!

Monday, January 21: Martin Luther King, Jr. Day

Saturday, April 20: First Day of National Park Week

Sunday, August 25: National Park Service Anniversary

Saturday, September 28: National Public Lands Day

Monday, November 11: Veterans Day

  Other fees such as reservation, camping, lodging, tours, concession and fees collected by third parties are not included unless stated otherwise.

America the Beautiful - 2019 Annual Pass

Cost $80 (U.S. Dollars) National Parks and Federal Recreational Lands Pass This pass, available to the general public, provides access to, and use of, Federal recreation sites that charge an Entrance or Standard Amenity Fee - for a year - beginning from the date of sale.

Pass holder/s and passengers in a non-commercial vehicle at per vehicle fee areas

Pass holder + 3 adults (not to exceed 4 adults) at per person fee areas. (children under 16 admitted free)

America the Beautiful - Senior Pass

$80 (U.S. Dollars) National Parks and Federal Recreational Lands Pass An annual senior pass is also available for $20. The pass admits the pass holder and passengers in a non-commercial vehicle at per vehicle fee areas and pass holder + 3 adults, not to exceed 4 adults, at per person fee areas (children under 16 are admitted free). The pass can only be obtained in person at the park.

America the Beautiful - Access Pass

Free National Parks and Federal Recreational Lands Pass This is a lifetime pass for U.S. citizens or permanent residents with permanent disabilities. The pass provides access to, and use of, Federal recreation sites that charge an Entrance or Standard Amenity.

  In Canada, you can also get an annual pass, which can save you a lot of time in line. We bought a family pass last year in Banff, which was also good for other National parks in Canada. This is the Canadian Rockies. We visited the Banff Spring Hotel and had a wonderful experience. Lake Louise Ski Resort was a “bucket list” place for me.  We stayed outside the park. A single park pass gets you to all national parks, national historic sites and national marine conservation areas operated by Parks Canada. The Discovery Pass provides unlimited admission for a full year at over 80 Parks Canada places, typically charging a daily entrance fee. Visit the Parks Canada Passes and Permits website.

Today’s Mistake-Getting a haircut in Hong Kong. 

It was too short. I looked like a man. When I tried to get a bathing suit in a hotel, they gave me a men’s bathing suit, not a woman’s. That was not so good.

Today’s Travel Advice-Go to where the locals go. It may be a bar, a café, the local library, or church. Find out what the local people do in their daily lives. You don’t always need to visit the “touristy” places, just to say you were there. Consider your personal needs, desires, and interests. Follow them. Take a city bus or subway. I’ve always been able to get back to where I started, so that’s how to avoid getting lost, retrace your steps. Ask the locals, they want to talk to you, for the most part.

Check out this Dr Travelbest episode!

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Clone Dads and the Weird/Creepy Things Their Kids Say.

Clone x female reader

It was late at night and Kix was driving back to his in-laws. You and kids were asleep, having tuckered themselves out at the lake. The road was quiet, his in-laws lived out in the middle of nowhere. Forest and farm fields on either side.

They passed an old, abandoned house and he glanced at the mirror and could see his youngest daughter, Louise (named after his mother-in-law), waving out the window.

“What are you waving at baby?”

“The clown that was in there.”

“......oh.” Kix made a mental note to never go down this road again.

————

Sipping his second cup of caf, Wolffe walked by the kitchen table, his 6 year old daughter Mira was hard at work on a drawing. He watched her coloring and looked at the drawing.

“Who’s that?” He asked.

“That’s me in my bed!” She replied, looking for another color.

“And who’s that?” He asked, pointing at a man she had drawn. Thinking maybe she’d say him.

“That’s the man that watches me while I sleep.” She said this in the most casual, unconcerned way ever.

“........who?” Wolffe frowned, trying to keep his voice unconcerned.

“He watches me from the closet. Sometimes he gets really close to my face, but I just tell him to go away and he disappears.”

“Uh huh.”

Wolffe scanned all the security footage of the house, focusing intently on the cameras in his girls rooms. He had Mira’s room, Jailyn’s room, and Fern’s room displayed on the screen. No one else came in, besides just him or his wife checking on them. And nothing was ever near the closet. None of the security alarms had been tripped either or he’d have known it immediately.

You walked through the door with groceries, spotting your husband with an Arsenal laid out on the table.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” Wolffe said causally, cleaning his blaster rifle, night vision scope attachment on the table. He spent the night sitting on the foot of Mira’s bed, armored and helmeted, with a blaster rifle on his lap just in case.

————

Fives looked up from his datapad, glancing at his son as he played on the family room floor.

“Here, some for you and some for me.” His son said, divvying up blocks.

“Who are you playing with buddy?”

“My friend Tevyn.” Darr replied.

“Oh, cool.” Fives didn’t understand imaginary friends, but you had said they were normal.

Later that day, he was walking with Darr on the way home from getting ice cream.

“Bye Tevyn!” Darr said, waving to the air.

“Where is he going bud?” Fives asked.

“Home.” Darr replied, pointing to the cemetery.

Later that night, you and Fives sat in bed scrolling through your datapads.

“He probably was pointing next to the cemetery.” You said, trying to sound reasonable. You kept scrolling through the register of those buried in that particular cemetery.

“To what?!” Fives asked incredulously.

“Sssshhhh!” You shushed him.

“The other half of the cemetery?!” Fives whispered with the same incredulous tone.

————

Kix was enjoying a quiet evening with Wolffe, drinking beer and watching a bolo ball match. He looked over at his wife, you were gabbing away with Wolffe’s wife about some crazy police case.

Five of the kids were sitting around the kitchen table playing a game (Jenga). Kix’s newest daughter, Louise, was busy suckling at her mother’s breast.

“I’m glad the kids are getting along.” Kix said during a commercial break.

“Yeah, I was worried my girls would convince Kaia to gang up on Jesse.” Wolffe nodded.

“Oh there’s still time for that.” Kix shrugged.

“Why are celebrities so famous?” Kaia asked at the table. Fern suddenly slammed her hands on the table,

“BECAUSE THE ILLUMINATI!! THAT’S WHY!!” She declared. Kaia considered this and nodded.

“Yes, that makes sense.” She agreed.

Wolffe and Kix looked at each other, then at their wives who shrugged.

“We have no idea where she picked that up. I suspect it was Hardcase, but he has so far denied it.” Wolffe said, popping a snack in his mouth.

————

“So I heard your friend was in the hospital. Is he okay?” Jesse asked his son over dinner.

“Yeah, he had to have surgery.” The boy replied, poking at his carrots.

“Oh, why?” You asked, pausing from making a funny face to get your other son to eat his food.

“I think it’s because he swallowed chewing gum and it got stuck in his heart or something.” Your son replied.

“Um, honey I don’t think-“ you were about to reply when the baby suddenly spit his food out all over your face and lekku. Your husband and son bursted into laughter.

“What the?!” You muttered, looking at Jesse. The baby laughed while watching his father laugh.

“Sorry babe, I was trying to make faces at him to get him to open his mouth for you and...I guess he found it too funny.”

————

Rex walked by his sons room where they had been playing with dolls he had brought them from a deployment. They seemed to be discussing something but they were talking too quietly. He didn’t want to spy, so he shrugged and let them go about their playtime.

He walked passed again just in time to hear his 5 year old declare,

“The holonet is a liar!! Babies don’t come from there!! It’s when mommy and daddy are really happy! Not a bunch of worms eating a bouncy ball!!”

“What?” His 7 year old replied, sounding baffled.

Rex hurried back into the living room where you were relaxing with a glass of wine.

“Hey hon, um....I think Gregor saw more than we had thought...”

“Motherffu-“

“Mommy! Can you tell me where I came from!!” Gregor yelled as he marched into the room.

————

Cody didn’t have children yet. But he and his wife were discussing the possibility. They often babysat the kids of the other soldiers for practice. He would’ve thought they’d be apprehensive, but they all quickly took him up on the offer.

That made him a little uncomfortable, but he was up to the challenge. One evening he had offered to watch Wolffe’s girls while he and his wife went out on a date. It was rare that Wolffe asked him to watch his kids, but Cody had passed the rigorous questionnaire and interview. He felt like he had leveled up then.

“We’ll be back at 11pm, make sure they’re in bed by 8pm please.” You said as Wolffe ushered you out the door, giving your rear a playful slap.

“Thanks again Cody.” Wolffe said, smiling. But his eyes held that deep threat that said, I’ll skin you alive and wear you as a robe if anything happens to my babies. Cody believed it too.

His wife arrived a little while later to help after she got off work.

“Wow!! Your eyes are so pretty!!” Mira said, grabbing your face.

“Oh! Haha, thank you.” You replied, not used to having a small child staring so intently into your eyes.

“I want to wear them on my charm bracelet.” She whispered. You tried to make the smile on your face not look freaked out.

“Oh, heh heh...well, um...thanks?” You replied.

“You’re welcome!” Mira said happily, bounding away to go play with her sisters.

You and Cody shared a look.

“Maybe it’s because Wolffe has a cybernetic eye?” You offered. Cody didn’t reply.

Later, after the girls were fed, you watched Cody play a video game with them. The dancing program tracked their movements, requiring that they perform dance moves well enough to earn points. You giggled as they all tried to mess each other up. Cody was better with kids than he thought, you realized.

Eventually the girls were tucked into bed and asleep, you and your husband relaxed on the sofa and waited for Wolffe and his wife to come home.

“I want kids more now!” You said, giving Cody a kiss.

“Oh? Want to practice making them later?” Cody asked. You giggled.

“Only if you shake your butt like you did earlier!”

————

Rex walked into the house, removing his helmet with a sigh. He could hear the kids playing and giggling down the hall in the family room. He placed the helmet on a table by the entrance to the family room.

“Daddy’s home!!” You announced, standing up and falling dramatically into your husbands arms.

“Oh honey, it’s been so tiring all day. I’ve been promoted to Queen so I’ve had to Knight all the toys.” You said regally. Rex laughing.

“And behead some!!” Orvin said, you nodded.

“Oh, well can I kiss the Queen?”

“Ooooohhh, you may!” You replied, accepting a kiss from your armored Knight.

“Ewww, mom move so I can hug dad!” Orvin said, squeezing between you two. Rex picked up his oldest son easily, but still acted like it was a challenge.

“Oh!! Gregor, come tell Daddy what you have on your face!” You called, suppressing a giggle. Rex gave you a confused look as his youngest son came running up. He had his fingers held under his chin, dangling and wiggling them. Rex picked up Gregor as well, one kid on each hip.

“What’s that supposed to be?” He asked with an amused smile.

“A beard of testicles!!!!”

“A beard...of....of what?”

“Testicles daddy!!!” Gregor wiggled his fingers more noticeably. He heard you snort with laughter. It clicked.

“Tentacles kiddo! Tentacles!!” Rex clarified.

“Yeah!!! Testicles!!!” Gregor repeated.

“Well, we’ll work on that pronunciation.”

Tag list

@simping-for-fives @jgvfhl @carlycrays @nelba

@leias-left-hair-bun @baby-queen-zen @halzore

@porgnugget @escapedthesarlacc

[michelemoutons]

and at last, the post that maybe three people maximum have been waiting for...

em's comfort retro rally videos: a masterlist!

in a much-needed return to this blog's roots, and as an antidote to all motorsport- and life-related chaos, i now present to you: the first edition of em's favorite retro rally videos!

general disclaimer/info: these videos mainly come from the group B era of the world rally championship (wrc), which generally speaking was in the '80s. i am only human, so expect a lot of bias toward my personal favorites...which will become very apparent as you read this list hehe. also i'm not even gonna pretend to be an expert on this or anything. a lot of these are literally just based on Vibes

table of contents

i. my top 5 rally coverage videos

mainly coverage for television, recorded on VHS and uploaded to YouTube by some truly incredible people

ii. honorable mentions

not rally coverage, but retro rally videos nevertheless

often documentaries, mini-doc features, interviews

for all videos, i have indicated the language (most are in english fyi); if any links fail or videos disappear, send me an ask or DM and i'll remove the culprit/find an alternative link.

and now, onward!

(TW for occasional flash photography in many of the night sequences of the videos, as well as a gif included in this post)

i. my top 5 rally coverage videos

in which my bias toward audi sport, mouton/pons, mikkola, toivonen, and vatanen are put on blast for all to see 🥴 i am not an expert in anything i am just very good at research and a whore for aud—[SNIPED]. for the sake of brevity, i narrowed my favorites down to 5. maybe another time i will share all the rest!

also, a general note about the commentary: sometimes, the commentary around michèle and fabrizia can get... weird. keep in mind, they were the most prominent female team partnership around that time, and the first to nearly clinch a wrc wdc, and to modern ears, the commentators really didn't know how to act around them. personally, it wasn't horrible for me, i just ignored the weirder bits, but i understand if others might find it off-putting. also for the sake of your sanity don't read the comments.

5. Rally of the 1000 Lakes, 1984 | finland

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: vatanen/alén/toivonen (full final results)

comments: this was definitely a rally for most of audi sport's drivers to forget: bar stig blomqvist, who came quite close to the podium finishers with a 4:14:01 to henri toivonen's 4:12:57! both hannu mikkola and michèle mouton had to retire from the race, which may lead you to wonder: why does this rank among my favorites? well, it's always fun to watch group b rally cars sailing through the air against picturesque scenery, and this video also contains an intriguing (at least for me!) look at the scrutineering process, with drivers at their most casual.

owie :( they were fine though!

4. Lombard RAC Rally, 1981 | britain

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: mikkola/vatanen/blomqvist (full final results)

comments: hannu winning by 11 whole minutes even after rolling his car in the middle of the forest is actual legend behavior! anyway this was michèle's first wrc outing in britain, and even though she and fabrizia had to retire, they still did quite well, consistently running high in the leaderboards after the first few stages. and that's considering the fact that michèle had a bad cold for much of the rally and had to ask fabrizia to drive the car to service park for her at one point bc she was so tired. which fabrizia did... with a pencil in her mouth. lot of big names in one video—also, jean todt makes an appearance as a co-driver!

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3. Marlboro Safari Rally, 1983 | kenya

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: vatanen/mikkola/mouton (full final results)

comments: ok can i just say how stunning the video presentation is?? the opening sequence is just!!! the shots of the wildlife! the sprinting giraffes! wow! anyway the visual of drivers in deck chairs just tickles me for no reason, and michèle please tell me what you ask for at the hairdresser's and also where you got that orange blouse (this is obviously not just specific to this rally, she always eats and leaves no crumbs). this was michèle's first entry and only finish in kenya (and of course it was a podium mwah). it was also her last wrc entry in the A1 quattro, as she switched to the A2 for the rest of her program in the '83 season. also this is one of my favorite podium pictures ever.

lksdjffnnkd there's almost too much to unpack... fabrizia somehow surviving in high waist jeans in a hot car... michèle's do-it-yourself shorts... this podium picture was the subject of a very frantic video chat conversation between myself and a friend at 2am a few months ago

2. Rallye de Portugal, 1982 | portugal

links: short recap (eng) | overall coverage 1, stuck in the middle of two other rallies. timestamps in descrip. (eng) | overall coverage 2, very vibey with cool music (ita... also peep walter röhrl speaking italian)

podium: mouton/eklund/wittmann (full final results)

comments: GOD I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH AAAA! michèle's first podium of '82 being a win? this rally being the one where there's footage of her going shopping with fabrizia afterward? (more on that later) them winning by 13 whole minutes? and that's not even considering THEE most poetic victory ceremony of all time! in fact let me talk about that bc the racing and the win aside, that's why it's so high up on my list! literally poetic cinema! it's night, they're standing on top of the car and floodlit and surrounded by cheering crowds but they may as well be the only ones there in their own little world, laughing at each other and barely even having to look to each other when they're raising their hands—like god! shut up! we get it you're besties 😭

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and now... last but certainly never least...

1. Lombard RAC Rally, 1982 | britain

link: overall coverage (eng)

podium: mikkola/mouton/toivonen (full final results)

comments: firstly, if you were to ask me about my dream podium, this would be it. hands down, across all series of motorsport, my comfort podium would be hannu, michèle, and henri in any order. (there's such a cute picture of them from this rally on pinterest, standing in order on a staircase. henri is not looking at the camera because he is laughing at something michèle is saying and it's such a Vibe but i cannot find it wah). the battle for second between michèle and henri ran down to literally the last stage, and their times are separated by seconds, which is just wild to me. the context of this rally deserves another post, which i honestly don’t have the energy to make rn, but just take my word for it that it threatens to destroy me if i think about it too hard! anyway this is just such an awesome rally and i’ve watched this video so many times haha

i love this rally so much that i actually had a character in a story i was writing attend the ceremony captured in this picture as a small child and made it a formative moment in her life. no, there is nothing wrong with me.

ii. honorable mentions

(is it obvious who my faves are? yikes)

'Group B - Avec Michele Mouton' (eng) - taken from a longer feature presentation about group b, a segment specifically about michèle. a friend once described its vibes as ‘a synth wave edit of an 80s anime set in a cyberpunk world about racing’

'1983 Audi Sport National Rally with Michele Mouton' (eng) - in which michèle takes journalist sue baker as a co-driver for a spin in an A1 and a rally win. fun behind-the-scenes video

'Intervista a Fabrizia Pons, la Regina delle Note' 1, 2, 3 (ita) - very thorough interview which is mostly fabrizia telling all sorts of stories, including the very entertaining story of how she found out she was going to be michèle’s co-driver. also what a badass title

'2008 Otago International Classic Rally' (eng) - THE BESTIES REUNITE THE BESTIES REUNITE!!! michèle and fabrizia reunite for a rally that fabrizia convinced michèle to join, they suffer some problems but there are plenty of wholesome bestie moments to be had

'Michele Mouton hurls Group B Audi Quattro up Goodwood hill' (eng) - i mean, self explanatory. the sound of the chirping tires? asmr could never. very short watch if you want a quick pick-me-up

'1990 Louise Aitken-Walker feature' (eng) - a video featuring a female rally driver from scotland and her point-scoring run at the rallye monte -carlo. i am convinced that louise was john finnemore’s inspiration or at least an influence for the character of linda fairbairn. no my hat is not made of tin foil what are you talking about

hannu rocketing around michigan back in 2017 (eng)

hannu flying around goodwood in 2015 (eng)

sometimes i listen to fabrizia's recent onboards (yes, she's still at it!) and this one is one of my favorites, from 2016 (ita)

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First time with Misty HC - 18+

Requested by Anon: Headcanons for a female reader's first time, which is with Misty Day?

Unless you’re uncomfortable, I can see it taking place out in nature. So like the woods or by a lake, somewhere where she feels at home.

Misty is a little nervous as she wants it to be special and romantic, would bring candles and incense to set the mood.

Tells you how much she loves you throughout.

Goes bashful when you ask to eat her out, but once you’re between her legs Misty is a moaning goddess.

Since Misty is so in one with nature I can see her not giving a shit about shaving, that’s nothing to do with this headcanon but I wanted to add it in.

69ing and trying to get the other to orgasm first, which means you two practically devour one another.

Caresses your skin and leaves kisses all over your body.

Misty likes it when you stroke her hair during, it sends goosebumps down her skin and makes her even more aroused.

When she goes down on you, Misty moans against you just from how you taste.

Squeezes your breasts, she’s in complete awe of them and your beauty no matter what size your breasts are. She loves them.

Scissoring with one another, the both of you rubbing your cunts together as each of you moan the others name.

I can also see her being into wax play but would bring that up after sex since she doesn’t want to scare you off.

Cuddling one another but moments after you both go for another round as you find each other irresistible.

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9 day guide to the Canadian Rockies

9 day guide to the Canadian Rockies

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Driving along the Icefields Parkway, possibly the most scenic highway Table of Contents

Day 1: Calgary to Drumheller In search of dinosaurs in Alberta Day 2: Drumheller to Kananaskis Day 3: Kananaskis County Activities in Kananaskis

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Chapter 14

Buster caught it good from Natalie at breakfast the following morning. As soon as Connie collected the kids to wash them up and the room was empty, she let him have it.

He was made to understand that just before he reappeared inside the house after seeing off Nelly, Louise Brooks had exited the rear loggia, hair and dress rumpled and a nipple exposed, and dashed toward the bathroom. Natalie saw the whole spectacle and saw Buster too, strolling through the front door a minute later with a telltale smear of lipstick on his face. There wasn’t anything he could do to defend himself when she snapped, “I suppose you weren’t thinking about me at all when you went off with Louise last night? What everyone there would think?”

Oh, actually it wasn’t Louise, Nate, that was a crazy coincidence. It was this other girl, you see. Yeah, that’d go over like a lead balloon. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, after giving his answer some thought. “I really am. I had too much to drink. I didn’t know what I was doing.” There was nothing else he could say. Whoever had been out there with Louise, whether George or another lucky man, had either slipped back in unnoticed or left unnoticed, leaving good old Buster to take the fall. He wasn’t convinced that anyone had put two and two together concerning Louise and him, but that hardly mattered to Nate. All the elements to humiliate her had been in place.

“You say you care about me, but that isn’t true at all. Otherwise you wouldn’t be two-timing me every time my back is turned,” she said. Her beautiful eyes were shimmering with unshed tears and he did feel terrible looking at her. He wanted to comfort her, this woman he’d loved since the day he’d stepped off that train in New York and gone to seal their engagement, but he knew it wouldn’t do a lick of good, even if she had allowed him to gather her into his arms and hold her close, which he knew she wouldn’t. 

“You know about the two-timing,” he said. “I never lied about it.” He felt the futility of the argument as soon as the words were out of his mouth.

“Yes, but you said it wouldn’t be public,” she said, breaking into a sob.

“Nate, I fucked up, alright!” he said. “I don’t know what you want. What do you want me to do, put on the hair shirt and get out the cat o’ nine tails? Jesus, I’m sorry.” He pushed his chair back from the table and stood up. Now he was angry and couldn’t quite grasp why. Something to do with his stupidity and carelessness but also Natalie’s long-standing refusal to engage in the normal rules of marriage as he understood them. He was angry at everything. He shoved the chair so the arms struck the edge of the table, hoping they’d dented the table’s pristine finish, and stormed out. Eleanor was mopping the checkerboard floor and he ignored her meek hello as he jogged up the stairs and stalked into his bedroom. 

He yanked open his closet, pulled out a jacket, shrugged it on, and laced up his shoes. Before leaving, he collected his fishing poles and tackle box. 

He ended up driving out to Franklin Canyon Lake where he could be alone with his thoughts. He found an isolated spot and parked the Duesenberg, then set up. The absurdity of it didn’t escape him, sitting on the grassy edge of the lake getting the seat of his pants wet and dirtying up a $200 pair of leather shoes with a $9,500 car behind him.

He had been pretty drunk last night, but not so drunk he hadn’t known what he was doing when Nelly kissed him. She’d made the first move, but he’d been getting ready to beat her there. His thoughts had been returning to her all morning. He’d grown to like her and there wasn’t much question as to why. She was pretty for starters and she had a backbone, which he’d always liked in a girl. He was amused by her sense of pride. Her stakes also seemed very low. She didn’t want to be the leading lady in a romance or even the leading lady in one of his comedies, for that matter. No, it was fusty old Shakespeare she had her hopes pinned on. His first thought upon waking up, apart from lamenting how ferociously his head hurt, was that he wanted to see her again.

Nate’s sad, pretty little face at the breakfast table rose up in his mind and guilt gnawed. She deserved a husband who would be faithful to her; he did believe that with his whole heart, even though he couldn’t (Couldn’t or wouldn’t? hissed a part of him) make that sacrifice. It wasn’t fair of him to treat her the way he did, to be thinking of Nelly and how much he’d wanted her last night. Still, the selfish part of him objected stridently. He had needs too and didn’t he deserve to get them met? Hadn’t he tried his best to make things better before going outside of his marriage? Didn’t he still do his damndest to make Nate happy, what with the Villa and parties and letting her control the purse-strings?

The fishing was good as morning wore into afternoon and afternoon wore into evening, but he threw everything back. Gone were the days in Muskegon where Myra cooked everything he caught, frying the fish up in butter and cornmeal. Caruthers bought the fish and other meat fresh every day and it was usually exotic, skate fillets and swordfish and the like, not the humble trout and largemouth bass his line was currently fetching. When he tired of fishing, he got back in the car and drove home. He would miss dinner, but he wasn’t hungry. He parked in the garage and headed to the east wing, where he climbed the stairs to his balcony and let himself into his room, not wanting to come through the main entrance and risk encountering Natalie. He kicked off his shoes and tossed his jacket and trousers on the floor, and crawled into bed. The hangover had caught up to him and he fell fast asleep. 

When he woke up, he had no idea where he was or what time it was. It took him a few seconds to remember the fishing trip, the fight, and the party. He grabbed the alarm clock on his bedside table and brought it up to his face. Almost nine o’clock. He’d slept for over two hours. He sat up, feeling groggy and hungry, and pulled his trousers back on. He padded into the hall. The house was dim, Caruthers having turned down the lights for the evening, and no trace of the previous evening’s festivities remained. He wondered if Nate had decided to go ahead with the barbecue tomorrow in spite of the fight. Even though he would have rather inspected the kitchen for leftovers, he passed the stairs and went on to the west wing. The door to Natalie’s bedroom was closed and he tapped on the door to announce himself before pushing quietly inside. 

Natalie was sitting up in bed in a blue satin nightgown and a matching translucent wrap reading an issue of Colliers. She didn’t look at him as he sat at the foot of the bed. “Hi,” he said, giving her toe beneath the covers a friendly tweak. She withdrew her foot and turned the page of her magazine. The cover advertised the new Zane Grey novel and was subtitled A Story of Love and Adventure in Arizona. 

He knit his hands in his lap. “I know you’re angry.”

No response. 

“I’m sorry.”

Silence.

“I love you.”

Only then did Natalie put down the magazine and look at him. “A fine way you’ve got of showing it.” The expression on her face was cold.

He stood up and climbed into the bed with her, making himself comfortable against the mound of pillows on the vacant side. It was a risky move, but she didn’t object. “I wanna make things work.”

Natalie scoffed. 

Her king bed felt as big as a steamliner compared to his double. Even if he had been permitted to sleep in the same bed with her, with its size there would have been no danger of them ever touching.

“You know I still care for you. I’ve never stopped.” Cautiously, he stroked her arm.

“You humiliated me,” she said, not looking at him. 

“I know. I deserve to be castrated.” He didn’t think he deserved any such thing, but she was letting him stroke her arm, so he went on.

“Does the whole world know you’re stepping out on me? That I’m not enough for you?” Her voice was trembly. 

He sighed. “I don’t think anyone noticed last night. We came from opposite ends of the house.”

“Yes,” she said tearily. “It was very clever of you. But I noticed.”

“Because you’re my wife. My wife who I love very much.” He threw caution to the wind and moved into her space, putting his arms around her and laying his chin on her shoulder. “I don’t want to lose you.” She was rigid, but didn’t attempt to pull away.

“What will it take for you to treat me with respect then?” she said, reaching up to dash away a tear. 

Buster sighed again and nuzzled her shoulder. She smelled of flowers and baby powder. “I do respect you. You know what the problem is.”

The silence between them was heavy. After a while, Natalie said, “I could try again to like it, I guess.” She sniffled.

He looked at her, surprised. “Do you really mean that?”

She nodded. “I want us to be happy. I want Bobby and Jimmy to have a mother and a father. Under the same roof, that is.”

Apparently he hadn’t been the only one with the D word on his mind. “Okay,” he said, not quite believing she’d just said what she had. “Well, you know that would make me very happy.”

Natalie laid her hand on his forearm. “And you’d stay faithful to me, if …” She was so delicate, she trailed off instead of naming the unseemly act to which they both referred.

“Yes,” he said. “Of course.”

“I don’t want to tonight,” she said, sounding almost frightened.

“I don’t expect you to.” He leaned up and kissed her cheek. “We can take things at your pace.”

“Okay,” she said. He felt her relax in his arms.

She permitted him to linger cuddling her a while longer, and when she kicked him out so she could sleep it was with a kiss.

Standing in the kitchen eating a shaved-beef sandwich a few minutes later, he felt like the tide was turning just a little. The cutting of Steamboat was going well. The barbecue was still on for tomorrow and those always cheered him up. Natalie had done better than just forgiven him for his indiscretion, she told him she was willing to resume their marital relations. Even so, once he’d taken a bath and was lying between his sheets in his silk pajamas, he couldn’t sleep. He was thinking about the night before and the girl who had attended in her rented dress and had thrown away his flask of whiskey. He remembered too that she’d cried when he filmed the facade scene Notes: Thank you for your patience, Buster kittens, as I adjusted to some big life changes the past week. My therapy is this story, though, so I’m back at it again! A couple notes: Buster and Natalie had servants called Connie and Eleanor, which is a little confusing given that Natalie’s sister Constance was sometimes called Connie and Buster found his happily ever after with an Eleanor. According to Myra Keaton, Buster never stopped loving Natalie, and I do think that he genuinely wanted their marriage to work. What do you think?

[glenncoco4]

20 Years in the Making

A/N: Finally, part 2 to Second Place.

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After the last of the presents are opened, the couple shares a knowing look and being as nervous as she is, Kensi nods to her boyfriend, giving him permission to break the news to their mothers.

Deeks intertwines their fingers, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze before turning to the moms who are still staring at them with shit eating grins on their faces like they have been all morning. “Okay, now we have one last present for you two. It’s from both of us but if you want it you have to get dressed because it’s outside."

“Is it a new car?” Julia asks excitedly as she looks from her best friend to their kids.

Roberta quickly reaches for Julia’s hand. “Shirtless firefighters?”

Deeks sighs, unable to stop from rolling his eyes as the pair shout out their ridiculous guesses, especially his mother’s. “No and definitely not.”

The matriarchs looks at the couple confusedly, trying to read in their eyes what they may be in for.

Knowing hey have no time for this stare down, Kensi stands up and ushers the two best friends towards their rooms in hopes to get going. “Hurry up!”

As the moms run off down the hallway, Kensi turns back around, nervously looking at her best friend. “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

Deeks shakes his head as his hands find her waist, pulling her body against his before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers. “I've been dreaming about this day ever since I was a little kid.”

She pulls back from his embrace as she takes a deep breath. The way he’s looking at her right now is something she’s never let herself see before. She of course had these instances throughout their friendship where she thought there was something more displayed in his eyes as he looked at her but never had the guts to ask him about it, and now it’s all she sees. “You’re so in love. It’s kinda gross.”

“I'll show you gross.” His eyes get a playful spark as he picks her up, throwing her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

XXXX

After their wrestling match on their bed the lifelong best friends get dressed before making their way outside the cabin, calling after their moms. Stepping out into the brisk morning air of the Sierra’s, Deeks joins his girlfriend on the porch, placing a kiss to her forehead before taking her hand as the anticipation of what’s about to happen grows exceedingly large.

Five minutes later Julia and Roberta finally grace their kids with their presence and are finally able to lead the pair to the wooded area just on the other side of the village.

The four of them make their way past the other cabins before reaching a wooded area with a clear pathway running through the trees.

Much to their chagrin Julia and Roberta follow their kids down the snow covered trail as a light snowfall begins to trickle down on them. “Martin, I’ve seen too many episodes of Snapped to know this never turns out good.”

“Okay, relax.” Deeks shakes his head as the laughter of his girlfriend fills his ears. He looks at her then and his catches his breath at this moment. She’s so carefree; so happy, and he for one can’t wait to spend every day like this, no matter how ridiculous it may be, with her, loving her and being loved by her.

Once they make it through the bushel of trees, Kensi and Deeks are taken back by how perfect the scene is. These plans that they made were more of a last minute thing so they didn’t really have the opportunity to actually come here and picture it, but now seeing it in person, they know this was the perfect place.

Julia gasps as she and Roberta take in the mountainous view and the beautiful frozen lake before them. The snowfall is light, which brings a magical aura to the whole atmosphere. “Oh, wow.”

As they look at the edge of the lake, a woman waves at them, immediately bringing smiles to the couple’s faces. This is it.

The women continue to follow their children before they notice the strange woman a few feet ahead of them. “Who’s that?”

“She’s part of the surprise.”

“Oh, so you hired someone to do your dirty work for you.”

Deeks is sure now more than ever that his mother needs a new hobby. “Dear god.”

As they approach the brunette woman she sends them a warm smile. “Hey, guys.”

Kensi closes the distance between the two, wrapping her arms around the older woman, forever grateful that she took time out of her busy schedule to do this for them. “Hi, Amy. Thank you for doing this on such short notice.”

Deeks follows his girlfriend’s actions and gives her wraps the woman up in a hug, forever grateful. “Yeah, we really appreciate it and sorry about the wait. Thelma and Louise over here took longer than expected to get dressed.”

“Not a problem at all.”

Roberta being Roberta doesn’t like being on the outside looking in so she looks between the trio asking the question that she and Julia are both wondering. “Are you gonna tell us what we’re doing here?”

“Well, you remember that binder you guys were talking about last night.”

Julia nods her head, not really understanding where this is going. “Yeah?”

Kensi smiles as she encircles her arms around her boyfriend’s forearm. “You can throw it away.”

“What? Whyyyyy?” Julia whines at the same time as her best friend starts to get agitated.

“Over my dead body.”

The blonde smiles, knowing the next string of word are going to send their moms into delirium. “You can throw it away because after today it won’t be of any use.”

Realization crosses over Roberta when the couple shares a kiss. That paired with the strange woman standing in the background, looking on with a smile. “Hold the fucking phone?”

“Mom!”

The brunette matriarch finally catches on, tears springing to her eyes. “Wait, so you two are…”

“Surprise?”

Roberta’s eyes light up as she wraps her arm around her best friend. If anyone knows how excited she was it was Julia. “Well then what are we waiting for?”

Amy laughs as the couple turns towards each other excitedly, sharing a kiss before she starts. “So I have it on good authority that you two have written your own vows.”

They both nod. If there were a time to tell each other how they truly feel, it was this moment, even if their moms would coo at them for the rest of their lives.

Amy usher, too Deeks, giving him the go ahead.

Taking hold of her hands, the blonde takes a deep breath. His cerulean blues latching onto those mismatched chocolate orbs that took his breath away for the first time 20 years ago. “Kens, I’ve loved you my whole life and it was only until recently that it was pointed out to me that best friends don’t normally feel the kind of love that I feel for you. You’re more than my best friend and every day that I’m with you is the best day of my life. You make me want to be better, to do better. You’ve been with me in my highest of highs and lowest of lows and I can always count on you. And that smile,” At that moment her eyes light up and she flashes him those pearly whites. “god, baby, that smile. That’s what gets me through a tough day or any day.” He can feel the tears spring to his eyes as he takes in this moment. Reaching into his pocket, the lawyer pulls out a tiny silver band with an intimate blue stone, one that she so clearly recognizes. “I’ve been holding onto this for 8 years.” He brings his hand up to wipe away the lone tear that’s falling down her cheek, seeing the clear question in her eyes. “I saw you looking at it while I was grabbing our tickets for G.I. Jane. I know you don’t like jewelry all that much but when I saw the look on your face as you looked at that ring, I knew I would do anything to get it for you. So that night I went back and bought it. I wasn’t really sure when I was going to give it to you because it seemed too important for just any day so I told myself I would know when the right time was and it’s been in my wallet ever since then. And I’m pretty sure this is good as time as any.” He slides the ring onto her finger with the brightest smile imaginable on his face. “I love you so much, Kensi Marie Blye and I can’t wait to be your whipping boy for the rest of my life.”

The brunette’s jaw drops open, trying to hide her smile as she swat at his shoulder. This is the man she loves.

She has to take a calming breath before she can get the words out. There’s a very strong possibility that she won’t be able to get through the rest of this without balling her eyes out. “Marty, you changed my life in so many ways, there’s too many to count. You’ve been my sole confidant and biggest supporter ever since I’ve known you and for that reason, I will love you forever.  We’ve been through so much together; we’ve laughed; we’ve cried. Hell, you even let me paint your toenails and fingernails because I was so bored after school one day.” She shakes her head at the memory. They’re ridiculous, but they’re ridiculous together. “The time that sticks out to me most though is when you were there for me after my dad died. You let me cry, you held me and told me how much my dad loved me and then you started telling me about all the different stories you remembered. You made me laugh when I was having the darkest moment of my life and I’ll never forget that.” He reaches up, cradling her face. His thumb moving back and forth across her cheek in soothing motions, giving her the extra strength to get her words out. “I never told anyone this but that first day, when you showed up to the house with trashy movies and a bag full of junk food…that’s the day I knew I loved you as more than my best friend. I knew that whatever life threw at me I could take it because you were there to catch me if I ever started to fall.”

The pair’s eyes stay locked as they continue to swirl with emotion. Neither willing to break the bubble that surrounds them.

It’s not until they hear audible sobs from their moms a few feet away and Amy pronouncing them as husband and wife until they’re brought back to earth.

“It’s my pleasure to now pronounce you husband and wife.”

He pulls her into him, crashing his lips to hers as the feeling of complete and utter love washes over their entire being. They start to get carried away and are again lost in the moment before Roberta once again makes herself known.

“So when can we expect grandchildren?”

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A/N: Hope you guys liked it!

[zrtranscripts]

Home Front, Mission 12: Fight For Your Right To… Work Out!

Clash of the Marauders

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PETER LYNNE: Well, hello there, runners. It's me here, Peter, and my trusty sidekick, Mr. Fox. Miss Fox? Actually, not sure. There really isn't much sexual dimorphism in foxes. Um, let's just go with... Foxy the Fox. Great. So uh, Foxy and I, well, we're still locked in the Princess Louise theater projection box. We're playing films to keep the zoms in the auditorium occupied while we eat, sleep, and of course, work out.

That's right, runners, it's time for some more exercise! So... Oh! If you fancy spicing up your workout with some weight, we've found that tin cans are brilliant. Uh, now would be the time to grab those. Marvelous. Right, now time to start warming up. Do a nice little dance, jog on the spot, jumping jacks, whatever you fancy. Start to stretch it out, feel it to the extremities.

Oh uh, by the way, great news. So Sam helped me fix the looping playlist, so Foxy, the zoms, and I are now watching Clash of the Marauders! It's the video game adaptation, yes. [sighs] Listeners of a certain vintage might remember picking their fighter from the pixelated lineup at the arcade.

See, I could never decide on my favorite. Everyone else had one, um, but should I go with Ninja Vampire? Pirate Queen? Werewolf Scientist? Mutant Rhinoceros? Yeah, in the game, they then fought each other in these crazy arenas that tied into their backstory. So you'd have to fight Pirate Queen on her galleon and Werewolf Scientist in his lab on the moon. That's right.

The film... ah, it makes a valiant effort to tie the stories together, but no one would accuse it of being great cinema. Didn't matter to me much when I was nine, though. God, I really, really loved it. I mean, to a kid who's just stuck in the suburbs, it made the world feel really big and just amazing and weird, like one day somehow I'd be able to experience something more. And yes, of course that might involve having to brawl with an evil squirrel the size of a T-Rex, but at the time that seemed like a very reasonable price to pay.

Anyway, one thing everyone can agree on is that Clash of the Marauders has a superlative soundtrack, so I'm going to run the music through the comms. Let's just dance, or throw some fighting shapes, either way, as we enjoy our title song.

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PETER LYNNE: So contrary to what those opening credits suggest, violence actually isn't always the answer. I mean, fair. Historically, violence against zombies has often been the answer, but if like me, you are heavily outnumbered, then staying inside is an even better answer. But just because we're inside, well, that doesn't mean we can't enjoy a good workout.

So we're going to start with our old favorite, the hooks, which you'll remember from our Rocky workout. You see, this bit of Clash of the Marauders where the alien pugilist avenges her sister is - and I've always thought this - quite like Rocky, actually. Except instead of the Philadelphia meat packing district, well, I mean, of course, it's set in a forest of sentient mushrooms.

Uh, first off, right, get back into your classic boxing stance. So stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent. Now step your right foot back a little. Hold your fists up with your right hand close to your body and the left hand in front protecting your face from that imaginary target. Now we're swinging our right fist across the body in that horizontal arc. Do not forget to shift your weight to your left foot as you do it and follow through with the right shoulder. It's the whole body thing. Imagine this nice big thwadoompf! as your fist collides with the side of that invisible specter.

Oh, uh, the alien pugilist is fighting the um, scheming toadstools that killed her sister. So in honor of her, imagine giving those nasty fungi what for. And if you want to make it more challenging, by all means, hold those weights whilst you punch. Right, okay. We're going to do 30 seconds of hooks on the right and then – warning - we're going to switch to the left.

Ready? Three, two, one, punch! Oh, it's lovely form. You have been practicing, my word. 15 seconds down, runners. Now remember, you're swinging the punch across your body in the shape of a hook. Now that's 30 seconds. So it is time - and I apologize - to switch stance so that your right leg is forwards and we're moving to be swinging our hooks from the left. Your 30 seconds on the other side start, ready? Now.

There we go. I'm not gonna lie, it's not quite as smooth, but keep on punching, runners. You show those filthy toadstools whose boss. Beautiful. Oh, nice work! Those mushrooms truly are mush, or at least uh, the ones on screen are. The alien pugilist, by the way, has just been recruited to the marauders, so it's time for her to teleport to earth and time for us to take a music break. So you can keep swinging those hooks if you're in the zone, or just have a bop to this next song. Do enjoy.

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PETER LYNNE: Ah, Foxy, my boy. Girl. I don't know. When I was a kid, you see, I-I used to get absolutely livid when people mocked Clash of the Marauders. I mean, you know what it's like when you really just love something, it's yours. Someone criticizing it, well, that feels like a personal insult. But yes, as an adult, I will grant you the film has a few faults.

Like the fact that it spends so much time establishing the characters’ backstories, none of them actually meet until the middle of the film. I mean, the first half, it feels like 10 different movies. One set on a mushroom planet, one's on a galleon, one's in the jungle, one's on the moon. The current situation feels a bit like we're all the heroes of different films. It should be the same, but no matter how far apart we are, at the very least we're... we're doing these exercises, we're doing something together.

Us and good old Teenage Warlock, whose evil mentor, by the way, has imprisoned him inside a cursed mountain. So how tough is your life? Young Warlock has to contort his body into the most ridiculous shapes in order to cast his spells because he... actually, I don't know why, but for some reason, Teenage Warlock can only bend the bars of his cage by putting his feet behind his head. Don't worry, runners, we're not gonna do that one today.

Instead, why don't we do some forward lunges? Teenage Warlock uses these to manifest a bridge over the lake of lava keeping him from freedom, but we're probably just going to use them to work our legs, hips, and core. But I'm not ruling it out. If any of you want to cross the lava, you can.

So stand with your feet together and your back straight. Now take one step forward, keeping your knees and feet pointing straight ahead. You lower your back knee so that it almost but doesn't quite touch the ground. Make sure your front knee doesn't extend beyond your toes and your center of gravity is above the hips. Now raise back up. Nice. Now switch legs, do it on the other side. Lovely. So for a little more challenge should you need it, no pressure, hold those weights whilst we go.

So we're going to do 60 seconds of lunges, starting three, two, one, now! And there we go. 15 seconds down. Remember to keep the core engaged and the back straight. Imagine you're a pencil with legs. You're working them, but everything from the hips up, rod straight. And you're halfway there, and that's just like Teenage Warlock being halfway across the lava lake. So just 15 seconds to go, runners. Keep it up! There we are, you can see the finish line, and we've done it once again.

Oh, and by the way, that is just in time for Teenage Warlock's theme song. Oh, love it. Cast some imaginary spells with your dance moves or just keep on lunging. Either way, I'm going to enjoy myself.

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PETER LYNNE: So how are the weights working out? Honestly, if you're not using them, don't worry, it doesn't matter. Just curious, and it's more important to listen to what your body needs and do the exercise that's going to make it feel best. You know, if you happen to be shut away with someone - maybe it's, just hypothetical, a small fluffy someone who insists on staring at you with their big yellow eyes whilst you work out - just remember that no one else's opinion matters. Oh! Uh, sorry. [laughs] This is time for the Marauders’ big training montage now, so obviously we've got to join in with them, and so we're going to do some crunches.

So if you've got a yoga mat or a towel to hand, perfect. Lay that out now. If you don't, don't worry. But you want it lain out and then lie down with your back on top of it. Totally fine if you don't have one, just a bonus. Right, so your feet should be flat on the ground with the knees pointing up towards the ceiling, then you want to raise your hands so that they're just resting near but not on your ears. Great. So then lift the torso slightly off the floor, but you're using your abs. Don't curve. You keep your neck and back straight as if they're one solid block. Don't try to lift the torso too high, there's no point. Focus on control, that's the point. And keep your core engaged, that's what it's for.

To make it easier if you need, extend your arms out in front of you when you lift up. If you want to make it harder, grab those weights, keep your arms up high. But if you do so, make sure that you are being very careful to protect the back by keeping your core firmly engaged.

Right, we're going to do 60 seconds of crunches, and that's going to start now! Beautiful! Oh, I could watch this all day, if only I could watch this. Beautiful. You've crunched your way through 15 seconds, runners, just like I've crunched my way through 15 hot dogs this week. And yes, I've cooked them badly. Halfway there. Remember to lift with your abs, never with the back. Almost there, only 15 seconds to go. Keep on going. I'm doing it with you. You don't know if that's true, but I'm telling you it is. And we are done! Marvelous. Now if you're up to it, why not keep on crunching straight through this music break?

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PETER LYNNE: Oh, Foxy. I've always been into my fitness, but even I catch myself watching Clash of the Marauders and I feel a little bit wistful that I'll probably never be able to bench press a monster truck. Still, that kind of thinking leaves me less motivated, not more, and that's no good. If you are struggling with motivation, the first thing to remember is that you have already made the effort to work out, so you're already doing an amazing job. That's the hardest part!

The second thing is you can actually get a buzz from improving, regardless of what fitness level you start from. It's just... okay, perfect example. Take a look at Mutant Rhinoceros. I mean, he starts out pretty down on himself after the accident with the gene splicer, but he takes things day by day, learns what he can do with his new body, and in the end, it's his horn spin that saves the day.

So with that in mind, our last big exercise is one that can be tough when you first try it, but it's so very rewarding as you improve. It's the horn spin! Joking, it’s wall sits. Right, get ready. Stand a little over a foot away from a wall with your back facing it. Then carefully lean back against the wall until your back's flat against it. It's fine to use your arms to guide you, not a problem.

Now you may need to do a little bit of adjusting here. You want your thighs and calves at a 90 degree angle with your thighs parallel to the ground. However, if that's too much, no problem, don't worry. Move your feet close the wall and your knees will then be at a more gentle angle. Now we're going to hold that for 60 seconds, or as close as you can get, starting from now!

See, it's so comfortable. How could this be an exercise? It's hardly any effort at all. You've made it to 15 seconds. Uh-oh, the burn’s beginning. Now you're starting to feel it. Oh, there's a reason we're doing this. Halfway through. Keep your back, head, and buttocks straight flat against the wall. You can do it. You've got to keep a straight line, otherwise the whole game falls apart. It's like a house of cards, but made of you. Right, almost there, runners. Just 15 seconds left. Don't just feel the burn, embrace the burn, love the burn, be the burn. And we're done!

I tell you what, you have certainly earned a dance break to this next song, but if you happen to be feeling as tough as a mutant rhinoceros, well, you just keep on propping up that wall.

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PETER LYNNE: Oh yes, here we go. See, the Marauders are gearing up for the final clash. You see, what I love about this part - aside from the amazing music, obviously - but it's how it shows the Marauders make a great team because they all play to their different strengths. Yes, the Pirate Queen has a cutlass, but Tiger Witch’s moves, they're all claw-based, and then Flame Dancer!

Oh, Flame Dancer is my favorite. He's just, I know, he's just got so much flair, you know? He just casts these arcs of flame with this perfectly timed hip swivel. Um, I mean, also it is refreshing to have an explicitly bi character in a video game adaptation. [mockingly] "Oh my God, I can't imagine someone who likes fighting evil and dancing and boys and girls."

You know, every single one of the Marauders’ unique fighting styles are ultimately needed to take down Rex Farringdon. He's the monomaniacal billionaire who's hellbent on repopulating the world with clones of himself. So for our final music break, I would love you to dance in your own unique way as the Marauders, too, fight for their right to be themselves.

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PETER LYNNE: Oh, what moves, runners! My word. And congratulations, you are just in time for all of the Marauders to come together as they send Rex Farringdon and his clones all the way to the mushroom planet. [sighs] You know, Clash of the Marauders really is just by far one of the best video game adaptation movies. Even Foxy seemed to like it, and Foxy has some very strong opinions about films. You should see what they did to the carpet during Cats III.

Oh, this is so nice. This is the scene where the whole cast walks off into the sunset together. Apparently, they were genuinely good friends as well. Oh, I suppose it's going to be a while before all of us runners are able to actually be together, run again. I mean sure, well, I've got someone to watch films with now, but it would be really nice to see the rest of you. For one thing, you all don't express affection by leaving bits of chewed-up hot dog on my chair. Yes, I appreciate the thought, Foxy.

You know, if like me, you get lonely sometimes, it's just human. You might find it helpful to remember that at the very least, by staying safe and keeping not just physically but mentally healthy and caring for yourself, you are doing your part to help everyone rebuild when the time comes. Anyway, until next time runners, this is me and Foxy, signing off.

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[survey--s]

158.

How many hours did you sleep last night? Not enough, I’m absolutely exhausted from getting up at 6am all week, but now my body clock seems to have reset itself and I can’t have a lie in, lol.

What was the last type of bird you remember seeing? Probably a seagull.

List all the things on your bedside table right now. A stack of books (I couldn’t tell you which ones without going upstairs), a bedside lamp and by glasses case, plus a phone charger.

Have you ever been to Canada? Yeah, I love Canada. We used to go skiing there every winter when I was younger and I absolutely loved it, especially places like Lake Louise.

Who is the biggest show-off you know? My old manager.

What is your favourite condiment to put on fries? Mayonnaise and ketchup mixed together - but only on the side, never all over the top like an animal, lol.

Are you content right now? Meh, I’m okay. I’ve got my period so I’m sore and tired and haven’t had a restful weekend like I hoped. 

Do you know anyone who has to wear glasses when they’re driving? I mean, I do, but I wear them all the time anyway. I don’t think I know anyone who only wears them for driving, though.

Have you ever had braces? Nope.

How’s the condition of your hair right now? I cut the split ends off the other day so it actually looks pretty good for once.

Do you usually take the stairs or the elevator? It depends? Normally the stairs or escalator as I don’t really like being crammed in elevators with loads of strangers.

What salads do you usually get on your Subway order? I haven’t been to Subway for years, but I always used to get a meatball marinara sub with extra cheese - skip the salad, ha.

Have you ever made your own cocktails at home? Yeah, as a student.

Have you seen all the Star Wars films? I’ve not seen any of them and have no real interest in them.

Are you hungry right now? Not really. I’ll eat once I get back from feeding the cats in a few hours.

Do you need a key card to get into the building you live in? Nope, just a normal door key.

What colour is the car you drive or ride in most often? Metallic dark grey.

Do you make lists to keep yourself in order? Not physical lists, but I do have lists in my head of what needs doing each day and when. I have a weirdly good memory so don’t need to write things down.

The last person you kissed: did it mean something or not? Yeah, of course.

Do you have any secret hiding places? No, I don’t really need any.

Have you ever thrown or dropped a coin off a building? No.

What was the last takeout food you had? We had chippy for tea on Friday night - I just had chips.

Why are you taking surveys right now? I’m waiting for the food shop to arrive so there’s no point doing anything else, to be honest.

Are your eyes the same colour they were when you were a baby? Yes.

Do you take the pickle off your burgers? Yeah.

Is it AM or PM right now? PM.

What is your favourite soda? Pepsi Max.

Have you ever played beer pong? No.

Have you been to school or work today? Just two cat visits.

Who do you share your bathroom with? My husband.

Is there something more important you should be doing right now? Nah, not at all.

Have you ever stepped in chewing gum? Not with bare feet, no.

Do you feel like life is pretty repetitive sometimes? Sure, it definitely feels like that at times. I think with the weather improving and my riding starting up again, it should start to get a bit more varied again.

Do you know anyone named Eamonn? No, I do like the name though.

Where are you sitting/standing/lying right now? I’m sitting on the sofa.

Are you angry with anyone at the moment? Why? Nature for always seeming to give me my periods at weekends? lol.

What colour is your bed frame? White.

Have you ever kissed someone you met that day? Yeah, sure.

Do you share a bed with anyone? My husband and the dog, lol.

Name all the people you know that you’ve seen today. Just my husband, ha. I tend to do as little as possible over the weekends.

Wham/at colour were the last shoes you wore? Grey.