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topaz-eyes · 2 years ago
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Summary:  Dan has a decision to make.  (Spoilers for the first episode.)  Written for Three Sentence Ficathon, using the prompt Any, any, whose steadfast faith yet never moved.  Dan Fielding, Abby Stone, Harry Stone (in absentia), 250 words
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usagiumiko3 · 3 months ago
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hey guys🌌💕 i’ve been diving into emily brontë’s "the night is darkening round me" and while reading I made some connections between some poems and the lnds characters. here are some of my picks that I think resonate the best.
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» the prisoner «
in the dungeon-crypts, idly did i stray,
reckless of the lives wasting there away;
'draw the ponderous bars! open, warder stern!'
he dared not say me nay - the hingers harshly turn.
'our guests are darkly lodged,' i whisper'd, gazing through
the vault, whose grated eye showed heaven more grey than blue;
(this was when glad spring laughed in awaking pride;)
'aye, darkly lodged enough!' returned my sullen guide.
then, god forgive my youth; forgive my careless tongue;
i scoffed, as chill chains on the damp flag-stones rung:
'confined in triple walls, art thou so much to fear,
that we must bind thee down and clench thy fetters here?'
the captive raised her face, it was as soft and mild
as sculptured marble saint, or slumbering unwean'd child;
it was so soft and mild, it was so sweet and fair,
pain could not trace a line, nor grief a shadow there!
the captive raised her hand and pressed it to her brow;
'i have been struck,' she said, 'and i am suffering now;
yet these are little worth, your bolts and irons strong,
and, were they forged in steel, they could not hold me long.'
hoarse laughed the jailer grim: 'shall i be won to hear;
dost think, fond, dreaming wretch, that i shall grant thy prayer?
or, better still, wilt melt my master's heart with groans?
ah! sooner might the sun thaw down these granite stones.
'my master's voice is low, his aspect bland and kind,
but hard as hardest flint, the soul that lurks behind;
and i am rough and rude, yet not more rough to see
than is the hidden ghost that has its home in me.'
about her lips there played a smile of almost scorn,
'my friend,' she gently said, 'you have not heard me mourn;
when you my kindred's lives, my lost life, can restore,
then may i weep and sue, - but never, friend, before!
(.....)
'oh, dreadful is the check - intense the agony -
when the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see;
when the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again,
the soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain.
'yet i would lose no sting, would wish no torture less,
the more that anguish racks, the earlier it will bless;
and robed in fires of hell, or bright with heavenly shine,
if it but herald death, the vision is divine!'
she ceased to speak, and we, unanswering, turned to go -
we had no further power to work the captive woe:
her cheek, her gleaming eye, declared that man had given
a sentence, unapproved, and overruled by heaven.
» ‘no coward soul is mine’ «
no coward soul is mine
no trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere
i see heaven's glories shine
and faith shines equal arming me from fear
o god within my breast
almighty ever-present deity
life, that in me hast rest
as i undying life, have power in thee
vain are the thousand creeds
that move men's hearts, unutterably vain,
worthless as withered weeds
or idlest froth amid the boundless main
to waken doubt in one
holding so fast by thy infinity
so surely anchored on
the steadfast rock of immortality
with wide-embracing love
thy spirit animates eternal years
pervades and broods above,
changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears
though earth and moon were gone
and suns and universes ceased to be
and thou wert left alone
every existence would exist in thee
there is not room for death
nor atom that his might could render void
since thou art being and breath
and what thou art may never be destroyed
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» remembrance «
cold in the earth - and the deep snow piled above thee,
far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave!
have i forgot, my only love, to love thee,
severed at last by time's all-severing wave?
now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover
over the mountains, on that northern shore,
resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover
thy noble heart for ever, ever more?
cold in the earth - and fifteen wild decembers,
from those brown hills, have melted into spring:
faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers
after such years of change and suffering!
sweet love of youth, forgive, if i forget thee,
while the world's tide is bearing me along;
other desires and other hopes beset me,
hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!
no later light has lightened up my heaven,
no second morn has ever shone for me;
all my life's bliss from thy dear life was given,
all my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.
but, when the days of golden dreams had perished,
and even despair was powerless to destroy;
then did i learn how existence could be cherished,
strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.
then did i check the tears of useless passion -
weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;
sternly denied its burning wish to hasten
down to that tomb already more than mine.
and, even yet, i dare not let it languish,
dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain;
once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
how could i seek the empty world again?
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» stars «
ah! why, because the dazzling sun
restored our earth to joy,
have you departed, every one,
and left a desert sky?
all through the night, your glorious eyes
were gazing down in mine,
and with a full heart's thankful sighs,
i blessed that watch divine.
i was at peace, and drank your beams
as they were life to me;
and revelled in my changeful dreams,
like petrel on the sea.
thought followed thought, star followed star,
through boundless regions, on;
while one sweet influence, near and far,
thrilled through, and proved us one!
why did the morning dawn to break
so great, so pure, a spell;
and scorch with fire, the tranquil cheek,
where your cool radiance fell?
blood-red, he rose, and, arrow-straight,
his fierce beams struck my brow;
the soul of nature, sprang, elate,
but mine sank sad and low!
my lids closed down, yet through their veil,
i saw him, blazing, still,
and steep in gold the misty dale,
and flash upon the hill.
i turned me to the pillow, then,
to call back night, and see
your worlds of solemn light, again,
throb with my heart, and me!
it would not do - the pillow glowed,
and glowed both roof and floor;
and birds sang loudly in the wood,
and fresh winds shook the door;
the curtains waved, the wakened flies
were murmuring round my room,
imprisoned there, till i should rise,
and give them leave to roam.
oh, stars, and dreams, and gentle night;
oh, night and stars return!
and hide me from the hostile light,
that does not warm, but burn;
that drains the blood of suffering men;
drinks tears, instead of dew;
let me sleep through his blinding reign,
and only wake with you!
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» anticipation «
how beautiful the earth is still,
to thee - how full of happiness!
how little fraught with real ill,
or unreal phantoms of distress!
how spring can bring thee glory, yet,
and summer win thee to forget
december's sullen time!
why dost thou hold the treasure fast,
of youth's delight, when youth is past,
and thou art near thy prime?
when those who were thy own compeers,
equals in fortune and in years,
have seen their morning melt in tears,
to clouded, smileless day;
blest, had they died untried and young,
before their hearts went wandering wrong,
poor slaves, subdued by passions strong,
a weak and helpless prey!
‘because, i hoped while they enjoyed,
and, by fulfilment, hope destroyed;
as children hope, with trustful breast,
i waited bliss - and cherished rest.
a thoughtful spirit taught me, soon,
that we must long till life be done;
that every phase of earthly joy
must always fade, and always cloy:
‘this i foresaw - and would not chase
the fleeting treacheries;
but, with firm foot and tranquil face,
held backward from that tempting race,
gazed o'er the sands the waves efface,
to the enduring seas -
there cast my anchor of desire
deep in unknown eternity;
nor ever let my spirit tire,
with looking for what is to be!
'it is hope's spell that glorifies,
like youth, to my maturer eyes,
all nature's million mysteries,
the fearful and the fair -
hope soothes me in the griefs i know;
she lulls my pain for others' woe,
and makes me strong to undergo
what i am born to bear.
'glad comforter! will i not brave,
unawed, the darkness of the grave?
nay, smile to hear death's billows rave -
sustained, my guide, by thee?
the more unjust seems present fate,
the more my spirit swells elate,
strong, in thy strength, to anticipate
rewarding destiny!'
» self-interrogation «
(….)
‘time stands before the door of death,
upbraiding bitterly;
and conscience, with exhaustless breath,
pours black reproach on me:
‘and though i've said that conscience lies,
and time should fate condemn;
still, sad repentance clouds my eyes,
and makes me yield to them!'
‘then art thou glad to seek repose?
art glad to leave the sea,
and anchor all thy weary woes
in calm eternity?
'nothing regrets to see thee go -
not one voice sobs "farewell",
and where thy heart has suffered so,
canst thou desire to dwell?'
‘alas! the countless links are strong
that bind us to our clay;
the loving spirit lingers long,
and would not pass away!
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» ‘the night is darkening round me’ «
the night is darkening round me
the wild winds coldly blow
but a tyrant spell has bound me
and i cannot cannot go
the giant trees are bending
their bare boughs weighed with snow and
the storm is fast descending
and yet i cannot go
clouds beyond clouds above me
wastes beyond wastes below
but nothing drear can move me
i will not cannot go
- - -
i'll come when thou art saddest
laid alone in the darkened room
when the mad day's mirth has vanished
and the smile of joy is banished
from evening's chilly gloom
i'll come when the heart's [real feeling
has entire unbiased sway
and my influence o'er thee stealing
grief deepening joy congealing
shall bear thy soul away
listen 'tis just the hour
the awful time for thee
dost thou not feel upon thy soul
a flood of strange sensations roll
forerunners of a sterner power
heralds of me
- - -
i would have touched the heavenly key
that spoke alike of bliss and thee
i would have woke the entrancing song
but its words died upon my tongue
and then i knew that hallowed strain
could never speak of joy again
and then i felt
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» death «
death! that struck when i was most confiding
in my certain faith of joy to be -
strike again, time's withered branch dividing
from the fresh root of eternity!
leaves, upon time's branch, were growing brightly,
full of sap, and full of silver dew;
birds beneath its shelter gathered nightly;
daily round its flowers the wild bees flew.
sorrow passed, and plucked the golden blossom;
guilt stripped off the foliage in its pride;
but, within its parent's kindly bosom,
flowed for ever life's restoring tide.
little mourned i for the parted gladness,
for the vacant nest and silent song -
hope was there, and laughed me out of sadness;
whispering, 'winter will not linger long!'
and, behold! with tenfold increase blessing,
spring adorned the beauty-burdened spray;
wind and rain and fervent heat, caressing,
lavished glory on that second may!
high it rose - no winged grief could sweep it;
sin was scared to distance with its shine;
love, and its own life, had power to keep it
from all wrong - from every blight but thine!
cruel death! the young leaves droop and languish;
evening's gentle air may still restore -
no! the morning sunshine mocks my anguish -
time, for me, must never blossom more!
strike it down, that other boughs may flourish
where that perished sapling used to be;
thus, at least, its mouldering corpse will nourish
that from which it sprung - eternity.
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» faith and despondency «
‘the winter wind is loud and wild,
come close to me, my darling child;
forsake thy books, and mateless play;
and, while the night is gathering grey,
we'll talk its pensive hours away; -
‘iernë, round our sheltered hall
november's gusts unheeded call;
not one faint breath can enter here
enough to wave my daughter's hair,
and i am glad to watch the blaze
glance from her eyes, with mimic rays;
to feel her cheek so softly pressed,
in happy quiet on my breast.
‘but, yet, even this tranquillity
brings bitter, restless thoughts to me;
and, in the red fire's cheerful glow,
i think of deep glens, blocked with snow;
i dream of moor, and misty hill,
where evening closes dark and chill;
for, lone, among the mountains cold,
lie those that i have loved of old.
and my heart aches, in hopeless pain
exhausted with repinings vain,
that i shall greet them ne'er again!'
» honour's martyr «
the moon is full this winter night;
the stars are clear, though few;
and every window glistens bright,
with leaves of frozen dew.
the sweet moon through your lattice gleams
and lights your room like day;
and there you pass, in happy dreams,
the peaceful hours away!
while i, with effort hardly quelling
the anguish in my breast,
wander about the silent dwelling,
and cannot think of rest.
the old clock in the gloomy hall
ticks on, from hour to hour;
and every time its measured call
seems lingering slow and slower:
and oh, how slow that keen-eyed star
has tracked the chilly grey!
what, watching yet! how very far
the morning lies away!
without your chamber door i stand;
love, are you slumbering still?
my cold heart, underneath my hand,
has almost ceased to thrill.
bleak, bleak the east wind sobs and sighs,
and drowns the turret bell,
whose sad note, undistinguished, dies
unheard, like my farewell!
tomorrow, scorn will blight my name,
and hate will trample me,
will load me with a coward's shame -
a traitor's perjury.
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» the old stoic «
riches i hold in light esteem;
and love i laugh to scorn;
and lust of fame was but a dream
that vanished with the morn:
and if i pray, the only prayer
that moves my lips for me
is, 'leave the heart that now i bear,
and give me liberty!'
yes, as my swift days near their goal,
‘tis all that i implore;
in life and death, a chainless soul,
with courage to endure.
» self-interrogation «
(….)
‘and rest is sweet, when laurelled fame
will crown the soldier's crest;
but, a brave heart, with a tarnished name,
would rather fight than rest.'
'well, thou hast fought for many a year,
hast fought thy whole life through,
hast humbled falsehood, trampled fear;
what is there left to do?'
‘tis true, this arm has hotly striven,
has dared what few would dare;
much have i done, and freely given,
but little learnt to bear!’
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steveezekiel · 1 year ago
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TEST
24 And the people complained against Moses, saying, “What shall we drink?”
25 So he cried out to the Lord, and the Lord showed him a tree. When he cast it into the waters, the waters were made sweet. There He made a statute and an ordinance for them, AND THERE HE TESTED THEM,
26 and said, “If you diligently heed the voice of the Lord your God and do what is right in His sight, give ear to His commandments and keep all His statutes, I will put none of the diseases on you which I have brought on the Egyptians. For I am the Lord who heals you.”
Exodus 15:24-26 (NKJV)
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"Then the Lord said to Moses, “Behold, I will rain bread from heaven for you. And the people shall go out and gather a certain quota every day, THAT I MAY TEST THEM, WHETHER THEY WILL WALK IN MY LAW OR NOT."
Exodus 16:4 (NKJV)
• God has the habit of testing whoever wants to walk with Him intimately:
"NOW IT CAME TO PASS AFTER THESE THINGS THAT GOD TESTED ABRAHAM, and said to him, “Abraham!” And he said, “Here I am” (Genesis 22:1 NKJV).
- Most of the things God did allow the Israelites to pass through or experience in their journey to the land of Canaan, were tests which He expected them to pass (Deuteronomy 8:2,16).
- Unfortunately, they failed those tests and were robbed of their ultimate blessing—getting to the the land they were promised:
21 But as surely as I live and my power has no limit, 22-23 I SWEAR THAT NOT ONE OF THESE ISRAELITES WILL ENTER THE LAND I PROMISED TO GIVE THEIR ANCESTORS. These people have seen my power in Egypt and in the desert, but they will never see Canaan. They have disobeyed and tested me too many times" (Numbers 14:21-23 Contemporary English Version).
- Similarly, in your Christian journey as a believer in Christ Jesus, God would allow you to be tested as regarding whatever He wants to do in your life.
- God would want to test your character, obedience, reliability, faith, and faithfulness!
• God tests before He promotes whoever He wanted to. Each promotion is preceded by a test or a couple of Such.
- The speed with which you rise or move in your Christian journey and the blessings of God you receive, are determined by how often you pass God's tests that may be brought your way.
- The Israelites journey was slowdown and ultimately could not be brought to the completion.
- The main or original people who were purposefully taken out of Egypt to get to Canaan land were unable, but their children. This happened because they could not pass the tests brought their ways (Numbers 14:22,23; Hebrews 3:16-19).
- And they could not pass the tests because of unbelief, hardened heart, disobedience, and rebellion:
12 Beware, brethren, lest there be in any of you an evil heart of UNBELIEF in departing from the living God; 13 but exhort one another daily, while it is called “Today,” lest any of you be HARDENED through the deceitfulness of sin. 14 For we have become partakers of Christ if we hold the beginning of our confidence steadfast to the end, 15 while it is said: “Today, if you will hear His voice, Do not HARDEN your hearts as in the REBELLION.”
16 For who, having heard, REBELLED? Indeed, was it not all who came out of Egypt, led by Moses? 17 Now with whom was He angry forty years? Was it not with those who sinned, whose corpses fell in the wilderness? 18 And to whom did He swear that they would not enter His rest, but to those who did not OBEY? 19 SO WE SEE THAT THEY COULD NOT ENTER IN BECAUSE OF UNBELIEF" (Hebrews 3:12-19 NKJV).
• God said they had denied Him ten times:
"none of the men who have seen my glory and my signs which I wrought in Egypt and in the wilderness, AND YET HAVE PUT ME TO THE PROOF THESE TEN TIMES AND HAVE NOT HEARKENED TO MY VOICE" (Numbers 14:22 Revised Standard Version)
- You will do well to cooperate with God in whatever test brought your way by Him, and endeavour or strive to pass it.
- That sum of money you have just gotten, big or small, could be a test!
- God may ask you to give part of it or the whole of it, for a particular purpose in His Kingdom; to His work, His minister, or someone in need.
- Your obedience, the promptness of it, determines your lifting or promotion. It also determines the depth of your relationship and fellowship with God, and the covenant He establishes with you.
• Any number of believers miss it always in the place of passing God's tests.
- Some things which many believers lay the blame on the devil, are caused by their insensitivity and their inability cooperate with the Holy Spirit on the inside of them to pass God's tests—which could lead to their blessings, promotion, and greatness.
- Unbelief, disobedience, hardness of hearts, and rebellion would hinder your growth and your blessings in the Kingdom (Hebrews 3:18,19).
- Amazingly, some believers do not even believe that God does test His children, in their walk with Him. These tests are shared on the pages of the Scriptures (Exodus 15:24; 16:4; Deuteronomy 8:2,3; 13:3; Judges 2:22; 3:1,4).
- How God tested His people to proof their hearts, to know whether they would be loyal to Him or not.
- He uses various things like hunger, basic needs of life, obedience to certain instructions and commands; to test them:
2 And you shall remember that the LORD your God led you all the way these forty years in the wilderness, TO HUMBLE YOU AND TEST YOU, TO KNOW WHAT WAS IN YOUR HEART, WHETHER YOU WOULD KEEP HIS COMMANDMENTS OR NOT. 3 So He humbled you, ALLOWED YOU TO HUNGER, and fed you with manna which you did not know nor did your fathers know, THAT HE MIGHT MAKE YOU KNOW THAT MAN SHALL NOT LIVE BY BREAD ALONE; BUT MAN LIVES BY EVERY WORD THAT PROCEEDS FROM THE MOUTH OF THE LORD" (Deuteronomy 8:2,3 NKJV).
- He also uses opposition, those who rose as enemies, to test them:
21 I also will no longer drive out before them any of the nations which Joshua left when he died, 22 SO THAT THROUGH THEM I MAY TEST ISRAEL, WHETHER THEY WILL KEEP THE WAYS OF THE LORD, to walk in them as their fathers kept them, or not." 23 Therefore the Lord left those nations, without driving them out immediately; nor did He deliver them into the hand of Joshua" (Judges 2:21,23 NKJV).
• What would you become in Him If you are lifted to a higher honour—a place of blessing and greatness?
- Would you not renounce God? Would you still be faithful in what you are assigned to do?
- And If you were in need, Would you still SERVE God faithfully and be obedient to the instructions given you by Him?
- God rewards faithfulness in whatever state or level you may find yourself—either in riches or lacks.
• You will not fail in Jesus' name.
Peace!
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vian-k · 2 years ago
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You are ruthless
All of my labour has been fruitless
I gave you my all
As you watched me fall
Which tyranny can ne'er enthral;
Far Away where the soft winds blow,
Far away from it all,
There is a place you go
Where teardrops fall.
And I've been shoved
I've been everything but loved
But of all lovely things, she loved
A cloudless moon, on summer night;
Full oft have I impatience
The which so long hath thee so loved,
Whose steadfast faith yet never moved; proved
To see how long, her still delight.
Remember him, whom Passion's power
Severely---deeply---vainly proved:
Remember thou that dangerous hour,
When neither fell, though both were loved.
A restless and an eager wraith,
How can I tell what she will do --
Oh, I am sure of my body's faith,
But what if my soul broke faith with you?
There is hope, and after that, there is only faith
Love like a wraith
We rise from the wraith
We are eternal
You are my blood legion
My faith
I'll be kind, if you'll be faithful
You be sweet and I'll be grateful
Tell me what does it mean to be faithful
Is a heart only made for beats
Just another word for painful
What does it mean to be faithful?
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poemoftheday · 3 years ago
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Poem of the Day 16 March 2022
Forget not yet BY THOMAS WYATT
FORGET not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet!
Forget not yet when first began           The weary life ye know, since whan The suit, the service, none tell can; Forget not yet!
Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong, the scornful ways,    The painful patience in delays, Forget not yet!
Forget not! O, forget not this!— How long ago hath been, and is, The mind that never meant amiss—    Forget not yet!
Forget not then thine own approved, The which so long hath thee so loved, Whose steadfast faith yet never moved: Forget not this!   
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manamrazinaqvi · 4 years ago
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Martydom of Imam Ja’far Al-Sadiq [a.s]
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شہادت ِ مولا امام جعفرِصادق علیہ السلام
ﺍﻟﻠﻬــــﻢ ﺍﻟﻌــــﻦ ﻗﺘــﻠـﺔ ﺍﻻﻣـــﺎﻡ ﺟﻌﻔــﺮﺍﻟﺼـــﺎﺩﻕ ﻋﻠﯿــــﮧ ﺍﻟﺴـــﻼﻡ
Last Words of Imam [a.s]
The famous companion, Abu Basir went to the house of the Imam [a.s] to offer his condolences to the family. While there, Abu Basir was told that as the Imam [a.s] was about to leave this world, he ordered all of his family to come near him.
Although going in and out of consciousness, at one point, the Imam [a.s] looked towards the family and said: “Surely our intercession shall never reach to those people who take their Salaat lightly.”
The Imam [a.s] was not concerned about those who did not pray, as they are in a completely different category. However his words were directed to his “Shia” who do not give importance to their prayers and he was very emphatic in his final words that he and the rest of the Ahlul Bayt [a.s] would have no ability to intercede for those who claim to be their followers, but give no attention or importance to the prayers.
Service to the Poor in the Darkness of Night
Mu’alla, who was a servant of Imam Sadiq [a.s], narrates the following event:
“One rainy night, as Imam Sadiq [a.s] left his house, I calmly followed him. Suddenly, something fell out of his hands onto the ground.
I approached him and greeted him. He asked:” Is it you Mu’alla?” “Yes” I replied, “O son of the messenger of Allah [S.A.W.W.]”.
He then said: “Touch the ground and hand me what you find.” I stretched my hand toward the ground and found a piece of bread.
I took it and returned it back to him. It was then that I realized Imam Sadiq [a.s] was carrying a sack full of bread, some of which had fallen to the ground.
I said: “My Master! Let me carry the sack.” He refused saying: “No! I am worthier for carrying it. Yet, follow me!”
I followed him until we reached the shelter of Bani Sa’idah.
The Shelter of Bani Sa’idah was an area where people gathered to shelter themselves from the extreme daytime heat; and where the poor and needy would sleep there during the night.
There, I realized that Imam Sadiq [a.s] had left his house in the dark night in order to help the poor.
Imam Sadiq [a.s] took loaves of bread out from the sack and placed one or two beside each person, making sure that no one was left out.
His Timeless Treasure
The person moving to help his Momin brothers is like the person who is walking between Safa and Marwa.
He who treats people kindly will be accepted as arbiter.
To recognize the actuality of your friend, you should enrage him. If he still keeps up his friendship, then he is a true friend.
Islam is a definite rank. Faith is one rank higher than Islam. Conviction is one rank higher than faith.
To remove a mountain is easier than removing faith.
The desire for the worldly pleasures causes grief and sadness.
Abstinence from the worldly pleasures brings about the rest of both heart and body.
He who mistreats people should not complain when people mistreat him.
A Muslim always has three characteristics: knowledge about the religion, good management of life, and perseverance in the faces of calamities.
A real believer is one whose sexual appetite does not overcome him and whose stomach does not shame him.
Enjoining good and forbidding evil should be practiced with a faithful believer that he would learn a lesson.
Enjoining good and forbidding evil become surely worthless when they are applied to the powerful tyrants.
As some people showed ingratitude for Allah’s graces, He changed the graces into crises.
As other people showed steadfastness against the misfortunes that inflicted them, Allah changed the misfortunes into graces.
Thank him who did you favour, and confer upon him who thanked you.
Thanks increase the graces and saves against poverty.
To miss a need is better than asking it from other people.
Bad mannerism in a misfortune is more catastrophic than the misfortune itself.
A man asked him for a short advice that can benefit him in this world and the Next.
Imam [a.s] replied: NEVER UTTER LIES.
Imam As-Sadiq [a.s] was asked about eloquence. He answered: Eloquence is to express the idea in as few words as possible words.
Debt is grief at night and humility in day.
Treat your fathers piously so that your sons will treat you piously.
Keep yourselves away from the strange women so that your harem will be chaste.
Salutation is voluntary while responding is obligatory.
Do not answer those who speak before they greet you ‘Salaam’.
Shaking hands is the perfect greeting of the resident and embracement is the perfect greeting of the traveller.
Shake hands, because this will confiscate malice.
As for those who control themselves in rage, desire, fear, and lust, Allah will prevent Hell from burning their bodies.
Everything has limits. The limit of conviction is not to fear anything besides Allah.
Compiled by Muallim Mustafa Mawjee [hujjat.org]
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justasparkwritings · 4 years ago
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Codename Cupid: Chapter 23
Previous: Cricket & OT7, Return to Sender
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x OFC
Genre: Secret AgentAU, Government AgentAU, Angst, Some Fluff
Rating: PG15
Word Count: 4.7K
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Consensual Sex 
Summary: Black Panther & Codename Cupid meet, Golden Maknae & Black Panther attempt to find a solution 
OR 
What happens when you're confronted with an undeniable lie you've been telling for nearly a year?
(like ... it’s hella long and I only love like... part of it) 
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Codename Black Panther Meets Codename Cupid  
Present Day
           It’s awkward, sitting in your office knowing a team of high level, highly intelligent men sit no more than a block away, surveying your every move. Taehyung and Jimin are in their truck, the bugs they’d planted months ago still in use, their sight line into my office unobstructed. So what do you do when you’re under surveillance? No more rapping Childish Gambino at the top of my lungs, no more dancing to ABBA when I’m tired of sitting… No more pretending to work and billing hours when I’m reading conspiracy theory blogs. No more making out with Jungkook when he stops by or whispering filth into his ear when our temperatures are escalating and the need for each other surpasses the need for air.
           I have to remind myself what the most important aspect of being under surveillance is: Act like you aren’t.
           Cupid enters my office in what I can only describe as a knockout outfit, head to toe Chanel, complete with a Birkin and what I can only assume are Hermes sunglasses. She looks stunning, more so than usual.
           “Euna, so good to see you,” I say, gesturing for her to sit. She glances at the chair and shakes her head.
           “For how much I pay you, you should be able to afford nicer furniture,” She hums.
           “Can I get you a water?” I ask, the anger attempting to pull my smile from my lips.
           “Please, Pellegrino?”
           “Yes, lemon and regular,” I inform her.
           “Lemon please,” She says. Cupid takes her sunglasses off and waits patiently for me to return.
           “We have a few updates to discuss,” I tell her. “I have done a little more research on the –
           “I came here to tell you that I will no longer be needing your service,” Cupid interrupts.
           “I’m sorry, have I done something?” I ask, surprise willingly seeping through my features. “I know we had a tense conversation the last time you stopped by, but I didn’t think you wanted me to stop my work.”
           “I have done some digging on my own and have come to the conclusion that it’s incredibly unprofessional of you to engage with Jeon Jungkook in a manner that is far more than casual lovers. He is not who he says he is, and I will not have you investigating your own boyfriend.”
           “Euna, how do you know?”
           “I have my sources,”
           “I thought I was your source,” I counter.
           “You are,”
           “Then, who else are you working with?” I ask again.
           “That is not for you to know,”
           “Okay, but you are clearly mad at me, or frustrated with me, specifically regarding my love life, which is not up for discussion. I want to fix whatever is causing this, but I can’t do that if you don’t tell me.” My voice reaches the gravel pit my Speech Therapist told me is unhealthy, ravaging my vocal cords. I can’t tell what her end game is, but I know mine.
           “I do not feel comfortable with him being near my family and being with you means he is. I won’t associate with someone so…,” Cupid scolds me, unable to finish her thought. “Further, I believe you have gone above and beyond what I initially requested, and I am satisfied with the work you have done.”
           “Why is my relationship with Jungkook so-
           “You have love in your eyes,” She says. I gnaw at the dead skin of my bottom lip. “You are no longer leading this investigation with a clear head, and I need someone whose mind isn’t filled with hope to get to the bottom of this. However he knows them, Jeon Jungkook is dangerous.”
“If you tell me, I can ensure he isn’t. We’ve been together for a while, Euna, he isn’t, he isn’t whatever you think he is,” I could easily be lying, in this moment, I have no idea who Jungkook is.
           “Be careful, Y/N, you do not know what they’re capable of.”
           “Euna,” I start again. How does she know he knows them? What intel does she have that I so clearly do not? “What are they capable of?”
           “You don’t want to find out. Here is your last check, bonus included for your exceptional work. I do have one request.” Cupid stands, slipping her shades back over chocolate eyes.
           “Okay?” I ask, standing to mirror her.
           “Burn it all,”
           “Burn it?”
           “Whatever documentation you have from my time working with you, it would be in your best interest to burn it,” Euna chooses her words carefully, a trait of being a CEO. I swallow thickly, nodding my head.
           “Okay, and Euna?” I ask.
           “Hmm?”
           “I’m sorry this wasn’t everything you wanted it to be, and that I couldn’t find Yoongi,” I concede.
           “Oh, don’t apologize. I would be a terrible businesswoman if this was the end of my plans.” Replacing her frown with a gentle smile, she walks towards the door. “When you see Min Yoongi, tell him I’ll be waiting.”
           “What makes you think I’ll be seeing Min Yoongi?”
           “Oh Y/N, I have a little faith.”
           I watch her leave and decide that banging my head against a wall regarding what Cupid knows and I don’t is worthless. I guarantee Namjoon has another file waiting for me with all the answers to the questions he’s assuming I’m going to ask. He isn’t wrong, I do have a million questions, ones for Jungkook, ones for Namjoon, about nine million for Yoongi, and a few for Jimin. Yoongi was so smug, arrogant, rude, a complete ass hole. I hate him. But I also deeply respect his game. I also completely understand why Jun-Seo fell for Jimin, he is by far the most gorgeous man I have ever seen up close, next to Taehyung. And Jungkook. In person? Holy fuck, Park Jimin can fucking get it.
           Speaking of the man in question, who is now a suspect to Euna, is waiting patiently for me when I come home. Jungkook’s not stalking in the darkness, slinking through the night to find me, catching me off guard once I close the front door. He’s silent in his approach, waiting patiently for me. But tonight, either in an effort to smooth things over or out of the pure goodness of his heart, he’s home. He’s got takeout waiting on the table, glasses of water and booze sitting in the appropriate places, necessary silverware set in place. This isn’t fucking Thanksgiving, it’s a goddamned Thursday night. He himself is waiting patiently on the couch, lying down, eyes closed and soft snores coming out of his mouth. He looks cozy in ripped jeans and a sweatshirt, his hair growing long again, bleached, a look I was thoroughly against until I laid eyes on him.
           Walking. Sex.
           That’s the only way I can describe him.
           “Go home,” I purposefully slam the door, jolting him from his slumber.
           “I am home,” He responds.
           “I can’t do this with you,”
           “We need to talk,” he sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes.
           “I don’t want to talk right now, JK, I want to go to sleep,”
           “JK?” His eyebrows raise to say hello to his hairline.
           “Yes, I don’t want to talk, go home.”
           “Cricket, you haven’t eaten dinner yet,” He reminds me.
           I can feel the tears prickling again, the ones I’d shed in front of OT7, the ones I’d born in the car, the ones I’d been bottling up for the last thirty-six hours, trying to not be so obviously heartbroken as I stared Lee Euna down. I’m too sad to fight him, so I don’t, letting him stand and guide me to the table where the Thai awaits. Dropping my bag down, I walk through to my bedroom, into the bathroom and shut the door.
           “I’m showering first,” I call, ignoring the protest in his eyes as I walked away.
           It’s a little too spot on to blast Adele, but I don’t fucking care. I turn it as loudly as my neighbors will tolerate and sing my sorrows. Tears mixing with cleanser, the poetry of their juxtaposition not lost as Adele fades into Ben Platt, and I’m sobbing as I release the words, noticing the magnitude of the change of phrase:  
Now my heart is in your hands, please don't give it up / This is not a temporary love / This is not a temporary love / No, this is not a temporary love / Now your heart is in my hands, please don't give it up
           I know Jungkook will be waiting for me to finish showering, and I know he’ll be ready to listen. He’ll beat himself up over whatever I say, he’ll listen when my voice raises, when it cracks, when it shakes. He always does. I guess that’s the thing about Jungkook, no matter how inexperienced he feels about loving someone, taking care of them, supporting them, he always does it and does it well. He shows up, even when he feels like he can’t. It’s been over a year, never once have I doubted his dedication, his steadfast love, not when he walked into the meeting with OT7, or when he tried to follow me after, or in the voicemails and texts he’s left since. I’ve never doubted Jungkook.
           I shuffle from the warmth of my bathroom towards the kitchen table, where Jungkook is sitting.
           “I reheated your plate,” Jungkook says. He’s sitting quietly, eyes full and downcast.
           “Thanks,”
           “Do you want to eat then talk, or talk first?” He offers the two options, knowing which I’ll pick.
           “Eat,” I sit across from him, noting how he placed my food as far from him as possible, a notable decision that not only highlights how deeply he knows me, but that he still fucking cares. “You ate already?”
           “I, yeah, I couldn’t wait,” He’s shy, a blush on his cheeks.
           “Why? You always wait,”
           “I’ve been on a small mission for the last twenty-four hours, no food, and I’ve been so anxious about us that I just… Seeing you just made all that stress disappear, so I ate,” Jungkook tells me. He sniffles, his tears starting to fall.
           “A small mission?”
           “Mm, to find out what happened to Bow and Arrow in 2012 and 2014 respectively,” He answers.
           “Did you find out?”
           “Yeah, but, well, you haven’t been onboarded. But one of our rules is that you don’t discuss work outside of headquarters,”
           “Right, sure, makes sense,” I nod. I glance at him again, nose red, tears still falling. “I can’t eat if you’re crying.”
           “I’ll sit on the couch,” He stands and shuffles towards the grey clothed piece I scrimped and saved for. It’s beyond worn out, pills of fabric piled on the edges of cushions, stains from mishaps and craft projects I should’ve done at the table. It’s housed many naps and a few guests. Jungkook looks nestled amongst the pillows.
           I eat my food quietly, trying to figure out what it is exactly that I want to tell him. I’m not entirely sure I know what will come out of my mouth when I have to stare into his Bambi eyes. But I think I know what will come out of his, and I don’t want to hear it.
           “I’m sorry,” Jungkook starts. The dishes are cleared, and he’s waiting patiently for me on the couch. I don’t sit down, just stare at the spot above his head.
           “How long have you known?” It’s better to just rip the bandage off, right?
           “Four months,” Jungkook answers.
           “How long have you known Jimin?”
           “Eight years. How long have you known about my connection to Jimin and Taehyung?”
           “A year,” I whisper. My sin seems far worse than his.
           “A year?” Jungkook’s astonished. “You’re mad at me for a few months that were direct orders when you’ve been what, suspicious for a year?”
           “You lied to me, fundamentally lied about who you are, I asked you for one fucking thing in this relationship, and you broke it.” I yell.
           “Technically, you asked me two things, and I have followed through on both of those.” Why is his voice measured? Why doesn’t he yell when I yell?
           “You lied!” My voice rises another octave, “What was your goal, to perpetuate the lie for as long as possible?”
           “I had a job-
           “I had a job!” I counter.
           “My job requires me to do certain things without asking,” Jungkook’s tears continue to fall. “I asked if I could tell you, and I told you what I could.”
           “You spied on me, gave all my evidence and –
           “I didn’t spy on you,” His teeth are gritted, bunny smile lost to the nasty snare he’s tightened across his lips.
           “Your friends spied on me,” I correct myself.
           “You spied on my friends!” Jungkook countered.
           “Your friends? The men that until two days ago I didn’t know were part of a giant governmental body that’s going to take down the largest conglomerate in the world? Who even are they? Who the fuck do they work for? What the fuck do they even do? I didn’t know you could be a secret organization without like, the federal government or Interpol knowing who you are but to my surprise, you can!”
           Jungkook rolls his eyes, it’s aggressive and sharp, seeing his entire brain as they roll. “I had to lie. You, you knew and didn’t say anything. Why not say something?”
           I sigh, I can tell him why I didn’t say anything, but I can’t tell him why I didn’t say anything. You know?
           “I had no real proof that you really knew them,” I begin, “all I had was a hunch, a reaction they had that made it seem like they knew you. I put a few pieces together, but I didn’t have any real evidence that would hold up in court or against your withering stare. And, what if you were dangerous? OT7 is dangerous, you all could’ve hurt me. Why couldn’t me hiding it be about my safety?”
           “You’re grasping at straws. If you had thought I wasn’t safe to be with, you wouldn’t be here a year later.”
           “Tell me this, Jungkook, why, in front of all of your best friends, did you fucking let Namjoon tear me to pieces? Why, Jungkook, did you not say anything when you were left off my list of romantic partners? Do they not know about us? Do they not know you, we, love each other? Is this not what I thought it was?” Ah, and there the tears are.
           “I wanted to be off the list,” He whispers.
           “Why Jungkook? From where I’m standing, it fucking feels like you’re trying your hardest to erase me, like, like this almost year and a half that we’ve been together means nothing because I’m just a god damn mark. Is that what I am? Have I been reduced to that?”
           “No!” He stands and shakes his head repeatedly.
           “Then who am I to you? Am I your girlfriend? Am I your best friend? Or am I a piece in a larger puzzle that you are trying to solve?” I demand, pausing minutely to gasp for air. “I know what you are to me, I know how I feel about you. All my feelings have done in the last year is grow. I love you more than I did last week, I care about you more deeply than I did when you told me about how you were raised, a slight lie, but still honest. I see us, our life together more clearly than I ever have, but two days ago I.” I let the tears fall, pulling my mascara, never waterproof, and eyeshadow down with them. “I looked like the fool. I was the little girl attempting to play dress up with the fucking Tony Award winning cast of Catch Me if You Can. So, if I’m not the butt of the joke to you, who the fuck am I Jungkook?”
           He wipes his eyes on his sleeves, which have covered his hands and are balled beneath his fingers. I’ve never seen him this upset. I know I’m not prepared for what is going to come out of his mouth.
           “Namjoon tells people that we’re the one who knocks, but we aren’t. We’re the ones who send in the team to knock, we call all the shots, gather all the data, work the case until it is made out of marble. There are no cracks unless we have intentionally left them. We work as a unit, I don’t breathe without Hoseok knowing. I don’t brush my hair without Jimin catching it. We exist because of each other.” He sighs, “I took myself off the list on purpose. Your existence in my life is a threat. People know who I am, and if they know you…”
He shakes his head, a flash of what I experienced a few weeks ago, the idea of not coming home to this, to us… It’s in his eyes and it’s breaking my heart.  
           “I know we can keep you safe. I have full faith that our team will always protect you, but if I’m on that list, if there’s a trail of me to you, or vice versa. We’re at risk. I cannot, and I will not, lose you. I will not let my work put your life at risk, I will not sacrifice myself if it means I won’t come home to you. At the end of the day, isn’t that our promise to each other? I love you, and I am so sorry I lied to you, but my hands were tied. I can’t step out of line without risking everything OT7 is and does. I won’t do it.”
           “I’m not asking you to be a coward,” I whisper.
           “What?” Jungkook asks, for the first time in a few days, his eyes are softening, confusion replacing hurt.            
           "In Charmed, Phoebe asks Cole to back down, and he responds by saying he would do anything for her, except be a coward. He begs, please don’t ask me to be. I’m not asking you to be a coward, Jungkook.”
           “I know you’re not. I asked Namjoon if I could tell you, about my job,”
           “I remember,”
           “I didn’t give specifics about who you are. I didn’t tell OT7 because I didn’t want you to be used in this case, I didn’t want this to be happening. But I walked into the offices and there you were, your photo, your stats, your codename,” A shiver runs over my spine at the mention of a codename, something so intentional, deliberate, precise. They’d taken the time to include me. “I didn’t know that Jimin and Taehyung had been following you for months or had interacted with you. They asked me point blank and I couldn’t lie. I wouldn’t lie about you, you’re too important. Namjoon gave me orders, and I’m obligated to follow them.”
           “You lied to me,” I repeat.
           “You lied to me, too.”
           I stare at him, I don’t know how to fix this.
           “We don’t have to forgive each other, or understand one another or work through it, now or ever. But I think that would be a disservice, a betrayal, of our relationship. You did ask me who you are to me, and the best way to explain it is this,” He grabs a paper off the coffee table and hands it to me, “Namjoon had me write it down.”
           Cautiously I take the paper from him, typed and unedited, it’s longer than I expected. “Is this a twisted love letter?”
           “You could say that,” Jungkook’s soft smile returns.
           “Read it to me,” I hand it back.
           Sniffling, “I’ll keep crying,”
           “Please?” I ask again, sitting on the couch. He nods gently and sits next to me.
           “Can I hold your hand?” He asks. The flames have been handled, dulled to hot embers as we sit, thigh touching thigh, his tattooed covered hand engulfing mine.
           “Y/N and I began dating after meeting in a bar. I was struck by how stunning she was, how much I wanted to understand the flush of her cheeks, the curve of her jaw, the cadence of her laugh. We flirted, and I bought her drink. That first night in her apartment, where I now spend almost all of my time, I was overwhelmed by how much it felt like home… which is insane and I’ve never told her, but that night, I could just see us there, our future, all enfolding in front of me... Her apartment doesn’t turn you away or disinvite you once you’ve arrived, it’s far too warm and cozy, just like her. It’s my favorite place in the world, she’s my favorite place.
            We spent the night laughing, kissing, getting to know each other. It was something in her eyes, in the way she absentmindedly traced my tattoos, how she fell asleep so easily in my arms. The next morning, we got breakfast, and I asked her out for a date on Monday. Dinner and a movie, classic. She let me hold her hand, and skillfully argued why she should pay for dinner. I compromised, she bought the movie tickets and treats. I barely paid attention to the movie, I just wanted to watch her laugh. Since that night, she’s all I ever think about.
           She said she wanted to know what she was going to drown in before she dove in, and I knew in that moment that I loved her. I’ve never heard such poetry spoken, let alone about me, to me, before… She just, she was vulnerable without hesitation. I didn’t understand how she could be so delicate with me, so exposed, so willing to let me in. Her vulnerability welcomed mine, embraced it, and I’ve been loving her ever since.
           I’ve never loved someone quite like her. She is brash, she makes decisions and sticks with them regardless of how difficult they make her life. She works side projects for neighbors, unpaid, to ease their lives. The man she rents her office from has a few kids, and in the summers, she takes a day a week to watch them. She hates cooking and brushes her teeth for over the recommended time because she’s terrified they’ll rot. She buys packs of the same popsicles and never leaves without a full water bottle. She hates sports, would rather sit in silence and stare at a wall than watch a football game, but she’ll check up on the highlights if it matters to me. She listens to the same music on a loop and adds in songs I love to her playlists because she wants to feel close to me, to understand me, to see me.
           I could continue listing all the things about her, that I love, or all the things I love about our relationship… how we compromise, how we talk through our squabbles, how we respect each other, how we can communicate without speaking but know each other’s voice is our favorite sound. I love that she’s perceptive and asks for alone time when she needs to recharge and can sense from the tone in my voice when I need the same. I love how she sees me, listens to me, brings out the parts of me only OT7 knows. Like I said, I could keep writing… but it’s easier to put it this way:
           Y/N is the love of my life, and I will do anything to protect her, to love her, to come home to her every day and every night that she’ll have me.
           I will not break my promise to her. Lock and key.”
           Jungkook sets the paper down and doesn’t look at me. I’m openly balling next to him, sobs ripping through me in quick succession.
           No one has ever loved me like this.
           I’ve only dreamed of love like this, I mean, no one has this, right? He’s offering it to me, no strings attached, no secrets, love for the sake of love. Love without penance or an additional cost to it. Here he is, all ink and doe eyes, holding me, the woman who lied to him, deceived him, was suspicious of him for months, hoping he still holds that love for me.
           “You’re just, you’re the love of my life,” I wail, hands still covering my face as snot gloms onto my palms.
           “Cricket,” Jungkook wraps his arms around me as his tears fall onto my body. “I love you.”
           “I’m sorry I lied, I’m sorry I kept it from you. I just, I didn’t know and I,”
           “Shh, Cricket, it’s okay,”
           “Bunny,” I say, “I’m sorry. I forgive you. You don’t have to forgive me.”
           “I forgive you,” He tells me.
           “You do?”
           “Yes. I’ve watched every member of OT7 lose their relationships, be beaten up over a fake relationship with a mark, giving themselves to someone to have it crumble under direct orders. Jimin is still trying to unravel the Arrow if it all. I didn’t, I didn’t want work to ruin us.”
           “You wouldn’t let it,” I assure him.
           “I wouldn’t, but there’s always the threat,”
           “Are you secretly more cunning than I give you credit for?”
           “Absolutely,” He smirks.
           “I missed you,” I whisper. Can he hear my heartache? We’ve never gone 36 hours apart… not since our first month or two dating. It’s horrible, I hate it.
           “It hasn’t been two days,” His chuckle is light, a sniffle accompanying the sound.
           “I know, I missed you though,” I nuzzle deeper into his side, my nose brushing his neck.
           “I missed you too,”
           “I don’t want to ever fight like that again,” I tell him.
           “I can’t guarantee that we won’t,” He reaches his free arm around his torso, knitting his hands together, solidifying my body to him.
           “Can you promise me something?” I ask.
           “Yes,”
           “I promise not to quote Runaway Bride in its entirety,” I start. “But I will still quote it,” I sit up, eyes swollen and red, finding focus on his marble cut features. “Promise me that when things get tough, when one or the both of us wants out, we’ll remember that we made it through this, and we can make it through anything.”
           “Do you know in your heart that I’m the one for you?” He asks.
           I hate that he leans into my vulnerability, that I’m unable to hide myself from him. I’ve never been able to, not the first night, and not now.
           “I will regret it, every day of my life, if I don’t make you mine,” I recite.
           “Promise me something,” Jungkook starts.
           “The moon and the stars,” I tell him.
           “That you won’t lie to me,” He says.
           “I promise,” I stick my pinky out.
           “You’ll come home to me, always,” He loops his with mine.
           “I promise,” I kiss my right hand, he mimics the gesture. “Do you think, maybe we should –
           “Move in?” He finishes. His gaze holds mine, all hope, no expectations.
           “Yeah,” I nod.
           “Yes, here?” It’s hard to imagine he was just crying, the excitement sweeping over his entire body as he stands up and shakes his fists.
           “Is your lease up?” I laugh, he’s beyond cute.
           “Fuck the lease,” He laughs coming back to the couch. His hands cup my cheeks, fingers gently pressing on my neck, thumb softly caressing my cheeks.
           “Bunny?” I whisper, eyes flicking to his lips.
           “Cricket,” He answers.
           “Lock and key,”
           “Lock and key,”
           “You and me,”
           “You and me,” He leans forward, lips finally meeting. The anticipation of having him in my arms, the ache of his absence over the last day and a half, the unsteady calm of opening your heart to someone… it’s all there in how his lips move against mine, how his tongue gently passes my lips, how his hands move down my body. The opposite of hope is fear, the opposite of pain is joy, as we move together, bodies joining, sweat mixing and names said in pure ecstasy, Jungkook and I solidify what we’ve always known about each other and our relationship.
           Lock and key, him and me.
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histoireettralala · 4 years ago
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Henri III deserves better than his reputation.
@microcosme11​ who was interested in knowing more about Henri III.
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Henri III was the last Valois king of France (19/09/1551-02/08/1589) and certainly among the kings whose reputation was the most tarnished. You could say it was trashed by the black legend his enemies quickly wove around him: weak, effeminate, cowardly, treacherous, immoral... This is how he was depicted for centuries. For decades now, however, historians have worked to rediscover a misjudged king and rehabilitated a complex personality who was at odds, in many ways, with the expectations of his century. Henri III had above all a high idea of royal authority, and a modern conception of the state. In particularly difficult circumstances, he managed to avoid the wreck of the monarchy.
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This post will try to be a quick summary of the circumstances of his reign, of his real qualities and personality, of the origin of the "black legend", and of his legacy as a king.
When the future Henri III was born, he wasn't destined for a crown. He was indeed the fourth son of Henri II and Catherine de Medici. Titled Duke of Anjou, he was given a thorough and refined education, as befitted a true prince of the Renaissance. His master Amyot, the most reputed of his time, was able to cultivate qualities that would make Henri a brilliant and eloquent prince " one of the best speakers of his era."
Henri was also Catherine's favorite child. He was good looking, smart, fashionable, an excellent swordsman. Aged only 16, he became Lieutenant General of the Kingdom, and he would soon prove his valor in the battlefield in Jarnac and Moncontour. Elected King of Poland and Grand Duke of Lituania under the name Henryk Walezy, his reign wouldn't last long - his brother Charles IX died without an heir and Henri immediately left Poland for France.
He was crowned on February 13, 1575, and two days later married the beautiful and smart Louise de Vaudémont, a princess of Lorraine, close to the famous and very influent House of Guise.
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France was then in a very difficult situation. The Kingdom was divided and devastated by the wars of Religion. The warring parties were backed by foreign powers and France's political and economical condition suffered.
In the late XVIth century, the great lords of the Kingdom still acted like sovereigns of their own in many ways - the feudal order hadn't yet given way to the future absolutism (which would be the later creation of Richelieu and Louis XIII IMHO, in reaction precisely to the Great Lords' excessive capacity for nuisance). Henri III couldn't afford to overtly dismiss or displease them.
He had to stand up to three main parties: the Malcontents, the Protestants (leader: Henri, King of Navarre, his distant cousin), and the Catholics (led by the House of Guise). He knew that the restoration of peace and concord meant he had to get into everybody's good graces- a perilous proposition in such times. His whole life, Henri would have to find a balance. Nobody would be grateful for that. Mindful of his duty and his role as a mediator in the kingdom, he worked to establish the royal authority as effectively sovereign.
He would find enemies everywhere.
He was well spoken, soft spoken, elegant and well mannered: he would be mocked as weak and effeminate. He was clever and always favored diplomacy over shows of brute force: he would be despised for it and depicted as an immoral, cowardly prince. He wasn't as easily accessible as his predecessors: the Great lords didn't like that. When he got closer to the Guise, to appease the most radical Catholics, the Protestants rebelled. When he leaned towards Henri de Navarre, the League reacted violently. The balancing act harmed his reputation.
With the help of his ever present mother Catherine, he initiated a rapprochement with Henri de Navarre while supporting his brother's (François, Duke of Alençon) plans in the Spanish Netherlands: Protestants and Catholics coming together to face a common enemy (the Habsburgs) ? Excellent. That's a lesson Henri IV would remember.
Henri III was, in spite of his rather frail health, a hard worker. In 1584, after seven years of relative peace, strenghtening of the royal authority, and an intense legislative work, he was still childless - and his brother and heir François d'Alençon died of tuberculosis.
This was a great upset in the game.
Because the new heir was Henri de Navarre - leader of the Protestant party. Which of course was unacceptable for the Catholic opinion. Paris, who chose the Ligue, was dangerously agitated.
What a stroke of luck for Henri de Guise!
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What was named then "La Guerre des Trois Henri" opposed three parties, not two. Although he was apparently allied to the ultra Catholics Guise, Henri III took care not to burn his bridges with the Protestants. The Habsburg support of Henri de Guise wasn't to his taste, and he didn't like the ambitious Duke. And if Navarre (whom he esteemed) was to lose entirely, Guise would become too powerful.
Guise was the first to move; exasperated by the King's caution, the Duke entered Paris in open defiance of the King, with the population cheering him on. Fearing a coup d'Etat, the King sent his own troops to Paris, and what happened was the famous "Journée des Barricades" (Barricade Day), on 13 May 1588.
What happened next ? Henri III took a terrible decision: for the peace of the Kingdom, for France to subsist as a State, for his authority to be maintained, Henri de Guise was to disappear. And there was a way to lure him: afraid that the King would sign peace with Navarre, Henri de Guise went to negotiate with Henri III in Blois. On December 23, Henri III had Henri de Guise assassinated by his own Guard, as well as his brother the Cardinal de Lorraine.
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Was the King's opinion and attitude unclear before ? That's cleared now. But as for peace ? Never. The powerful Ligue lashed out in rage . The hatred was open. There were outloud calls of Death to the Tyrant.
Henri III would never see the Ligue destroyed: on the 1st August 1589, a fanatic monk by the name of Jacques Clément would stab him to death.
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"This King was a good prince, if he'd met a better century", would write the chronicler Pierre de l'Estoile upon his death. In spite of his peculiar personality and the outburst of hatred he aroused, Henri also showed his qualities.
He had been raised in a humanist background and would protect the world of literature (Montaigne, Du Perron, Desportes); he was rather to be found working in his office with his ministers rather than on the battlefield. Although, when he had to, he was steadfast and brave in battle.
He was smart and usually able of compassion towards his adversaries.
He had faith, and his misfortunes made him find a refuge there. We know he even went on a spiritual retreat into a monastery for a while.
His contemporaries described him as a man who loved women - which was overlooked because he never granted any of his lovers a title of official mistress. He had for Marie de Clèves, Princess of Condé, a platonic, but deep passion, and the depth of his mourning after she brutally passed away in 1574, stunned the Court.
He married Louise de Vaudémont for her charm and her wit rather than for politics.
But in spite of this, the image we've had of him for centuries is indissociable from his "mignons" - effeminate youths clad in excentric outfits and wasting their time in frivolous games. He was painted as homosexual (and therefore despicable) based on pamphlets written by radical leaguers, radical calvinists, Malcontents. The high nobility didn't appreciate his "new ways", the refining of clothes and manners, the new court practices. The Ligue used against him a virulent propaganda, along with calls to rebellion and real campaigns of calumnies. And when he died, the change of dynasty didn't allow for a better, more impartial image to be offered. Queen Louise and the Duchess of Angoulême tried in vain to dispell this ambiguous image. The real culprits were'nt even be punished (Jacques Clément however perished).
And yet. He was the one who wanted concord and national unity in a country torn by wars of religion (he lived four of them). His long and unthanked political action allowed Henri IV to end half a century of cruel civil war.
Was he weak ? It is true he bowed to the many pressures of the Great lords. But he always took back control.
Cowardly ? He wasn't vainglorious. And he proved his personal courage, in the battlefields of his youth as well as at the time of his death (he fought off his killer).
Frivolous and immoral ? He loved pleasures, arts, and feasts. But he also was anxious about his soul and salute.
In the difficulties he had to face, he managed to rule and to leave France a considerable legislative body of work (Code Henri III).
What are some positive aspects of his reign ?
He launched loans to stabilize finances, he reduced the taille (tax), ensured the protection of cities, created offices, taxed luxury, taxed the clergy, revived the textile industry, revised farm leases, created fines for fraudsters, created a body of health officers and an assistance service for the needy and the orphans; he undertook the administrative reorganization of the kingdom, maintained the unity of France by overcoming the worst of wars, both civil and religious, and retained royal legitimacy through a regular transmission of power to Henri IV.
He held on his principle of royal authority and modern conception of the State. He maintained.
I agree with Pierre de l’Estoile.
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“Décrié”: condemned, castigated, reviled.
Sources:
Wikipedia
https///www.histoire-pour-tous.fr/histoire-de-france/1481-henri-iii-le-dernier-des-valois.html
Pierre Chevallier: Henri III, roi shakespearien, 1985
Michel Pernot : Henri III, le roi décrié, 2017
Jean-François Solnon: Henri III: un désir de majesté, 2001
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16th November >> Mass Readings (USA)
  Monday, Thirty Third Week in Ordinary Time 
    or 
Saint Margaret of Scotland 
    or 
Saint Gertrude, Virgin.
Monday, Thirty Third Week in Ordinary Time
  (Liturgical Colour: Green)
       First Reading
Revelation 1:1-4; 2:1-5
Realize how far you have fallen and repent.
The revelation of Jesus Christ, which God gave to him, to show his servants what must happen soon. He made it known by sending his angel to his servant John, who gives witness to the word of God and to the testimony of Jesus Christ by reporting what he saw. Blessed is the one who reads aloud and blessed are those who listen to this prophetic message and heed what is written in it, for the appointed time is near.
John, to the seven churches in Asia: grace to you and peace from him who is and who was and who is to come, and from the seven spirits before his throne.
I heard the Lord saying to me: “To the angel of the Church in Ephesus, write this:
“‘The one who holds the seven stars in his right hand and walks in the midst of the seven gold lampstands says this: “I know your works, your labor, and your endurance, and that you cannot tolerate the wicked; you have tested those who call themselves Apostles but are not, and discovered that they are impostors. Moreover, you have endurance and have suffered for my name, and you have not grown weary. Yet I hold this against you: you have lost the love you had at first. Realize how far you have fallen. Repent, and do the works you did at first. Otherwise, I will come to you and remove your lampstand from its place, unless you repent.”’”
The Word of the Lord
R/ Thanks be to God.
   Responsorial Psalm
Psalm 1:1-2, 3, 4 and 6
 R/ Those who are victorious I will feed from the tree of life.
Blessed the man who follows not
 the counsel of the wicked
Nor walks in the way of sinners,
 nor sits in the company of the insolent,
But delights in the law of the Lord
 and meditates on his law day and night.
R/ Those who are victorious I will feed from the tree of life.
He is like a tree
 planted near running water,
That yields its fruit in due season,
 and whose leaves never fade.
 Whatever he does, prospers.
R/ Those who are victorious I will feed from the tree of life.
Not so the wicked, not so;
 they are like chaff which the wind drives away.
For the Lord watches over the way of the just,
 but the way of the wicked vanishes.
R/Those who are victorious I will feed from the tree of life.
    Gospel Acclamation
John 8:12
Alleluia, alleluia.
I am the light of the world, says the Lord;
whoever follows me will have the light of life.
Alleluia, alleluia.
    Gospel
Luke 18:35-43
What do you want me to do for you? Lord, please let me see.
As Jesus approached Jericho a blind man was sitting by the roadside begging, and hearing a crowd going by, he inquired what was happening. They told him, “Jesus of Nazareth is passing by.” He shouted, “Jesus, Son of David, have pity on me!” The people walking in front rebuked him, telling him to be silent, but he kept calling out all the more, “Son of David, have pity on me!” Then Jesus stopped and ordered that he be brought to him; and when he came near, Jesus asked him, “What do you want me to do for you?” He replied, “Lord, please let me see.” Jesus told him, “Have sight; your faith has saved you.” He immediately received his sight and followed him, giving glory to God. When they saw this, all the people gave praise to God.
The Gospel of the Lord
R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.
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    Saint Margaret of Scotland 
(Liturgical Colour: White)
     (Readings for the memorial)
(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Monday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)
    First Reading
Isaiah 58:6-11
Sharing your bread with the hungry.
Thus says the Lord:
This is the fasting that I wish:
 releasing those bound unjustly,
 untying the thongs of the yoke;
Setting free the oppressed,
 breaking every yoke;
Sharing your bread with the hungry,
 sheltering the oppressed and the homeless;
Clothing the naked when you see them,
 and not turning your back on your own.
Then your light shall break forth like the dawn,
 and your wound shall quickly be healed;
Your vindication shall go before you,
 and the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard.
Then you shall call, and the Lord will answer,
 you shall cry for help, and he will say: Here I am!
If you remove from your midst oppression,
 false accusation and malicious speech;
If you bestow your bread on the hungry
 and satisfy the afflicted;
Then light shall rise for you in darkness,
 and the gloom shall become for you like midday;
Then the Lord will guide you always
 and give you plenty even on the parched land.
He will renew your strength,
 and you shall be like a watered garden,
 like a spring whose water never fails.
The Word of the Lord
R/ Thanks be to God.
   Responsorial Psalm
Psalm 112:1-2, 3-4, 5-6, 7-8, 9
R/ Blessed the man who fears the Lord.
or
R/ Alleluia.
Blessed the man who fears the Lord,
 who greatly delights in his commands.
His posterity shall be mighty upon the earth;
 the upright generation shall be blessed.
R/ Blessed the man who fears the Lord.
or
R/ Alleluia.
Wealth and riches shall be in his house;
 his generosity shall endure forever.
Light shines through the darkness  for the upright;
 he is gracious and merciful and just.
R/ Blessed the man who fears the Lord.
or
R/ Alleluia.
Well for the man who is gracious and lends,
 who conducts his affairs with justice;
He shall never be moved;
 the just one shall be in everlasting remembrance.
R/ Blessed the man who fears the Lord.
or
R/ Alleluia.
An evil report he shall not fear.
 His heart is firm, trusting in the Lord.
His heart is steadfast; he shall not fear
 till he looks down upon his foes.
R/ Blessed the man who fears the Lord.
or
R/ Alleluia.
Lavishly he gives to the poor,
 his generosity shall endure forever;
 his horn shall be exalted in glory.
R/ Blessed the man who fears the Lord.
or
R/ Alleluia.
    Gospel Acclamation
John 13:34
Alleluia, alleluia.
I give you a new commandment:
love one another as I have loved you.
Alleluia, alleluia.
    Gospel
John 15:9-17
You are my friends if you do what I command you.
Jesus said to his disciples: “As the Father loves me, so I also love you. Remain in my love. If you keep my commandments, you will remain in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and remain in his love.
“I have told you this so that my joy might be in you and your joy might be complete. This is my commandment: love one another as I love you. No one has greater love than this, to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. You are my friends if you do what I command you. I no longer call you slaves, because a slave does not know what his master is doing. I have called you friends, because I have told you everything I have heard from my Father. It was not you who chose me, but I who chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit that will remain, so that whatever you ask the Father in my name he may give you. This I command you: love one another.”
The Gospel of the Lord
R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.
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     Saint Gertrude, Virgin 
 (Liturgical Colour: White)
     (Readings for the memorial)
(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Monday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)
    First Reading
Ephesians 3:14-19
To know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge.
Brothers and sisters: I kneel before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth is named, that he may grant you in accord with the riches of his glory to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in the inner self, and that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, rooted and grounded in love, may have strength to comprehend with all the holy ones what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, so that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.
The Word of the Lord
R/ Thanks be to God.
   Responsorial Psalm
Psalm 23:1b-3a, 4, 5, 6
 The Lord is my shepherd; there is nothing I shall want.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
 In verdant pastures he gives me repose;
Beside restful waters he leads me;
 he refreshes my soul.
The Lord is my shepherd; there is nothing I shall want.
Even though I walk in the dark valley
 I fear no evil; for you are at my side
With your rod and your staff
 that give me courage.
The Lord is my shepherd; there is nothing I shall want.
You spread the table before me
 in the sight of my foes;
You anoint my head with oil;
 my cup overflows.
The Lord is my shepherd; there is nothing I shall want.
Only goodness and kindness follow me
 all the days of my life;
And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord
 for years to come.
The Lord is my shepherd; there is nothing I shall want.
    Gospel Acclamation
John 15:9b, 5b
Alleluia, alleluia.
Remain in my love, says the Lord;
whoever remains in me and I in him will bear much fruit.
Alleluia, alleluia.
    Gospel
John 15:1-8
He who remains in me and I in him will bear much fruit.
Jesus said to his disciples: “I am the true vine, and my Father is the vine grower. He takes away every branch in me that does not bear fruit, and every one that does he prunes so that it bears more fruit. You are already pruned because of the word that I spoke to you. Remain in me, as I remain in you. Just as a branch cannot bear fruit on its own unless it remains on the vine, so neither can you unless you remain in me. I am the vine, you are the branches. Whoever remains in me and I in him will bear much fruit, because without me you can do nothing. Anyone who does not remain in me will be thrown out like a branch and wither; people will gather them and throw them into a fire and they will be burned. If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask for whatever you want and it will be done for you. By this is my Father glorified, that you bear much fruit and become my disciples.”
The Gospel of the Lord
R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.
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Spirituality in islam: Mukashafa (Disclosure)
Mukashafa (derived from kashf, meaning uncovering or discovering) denotes that the Divine mysteries will be disclosed to those wellversed in the Divine truths when, by rising through a spiritual struggle, they are able to perceive and come to know the truths about the Divine Names and Attributes. Travelers to the Truth who have attained this rank are regarded as having completed their journey in the Divine Names and Attributes, each according to individual capacity, with the result that the Divine mysteries begin to pour into the heavenly faculties-that is, all of the spiritual faculties, such as the heart and the spirit-that have been entrusted to humanity and which are the projection in humanity of the Divine Throne of Mercy. The veils before the pure spiritual realms are opened slightly to these people, and the truths that stand in front of and behind things are disclosed to them. This is called disclosure because one gains familiarity with the things unseen behind the veils. Disclosure is used to define familiarity with abstract truths and meanings which are by nature invisible, while the terms “witnessing” or “observation” is used to deal with beings.
Disclosure (whose Arabic origin-mukashafa-is in the form that suggests mutuality) implies that intimate friends disclose secrets to one another. The best example of this is that of the Messenger, honored with God’s praise to the greatest degree, who attained the rank at which God revealed to him almost all the secrets of His Speech (53:10).
God discloses some of His secrets to His friends who unburden themselves to Him. His friends talk to Him from their hearts and the One Who knows all the things hidden in creation showers the gems of His knowledge into their hearts. They rise to the horizon of recognizing their Lord with His All-Beautiful Names and All-Pure Attributes in proportion to this disclosure in order to be immersed in the lights of this recognition. The Absolute Hidden One removes the veil slightly from before the seeing of their hearts so that they can perceive the truth of light and He raises them to the peak of excellence. Until reaching this horizon, every initiate can make a connection with the pure spiritual realms from behind the veils. Whatever they see during their journey to that horizon, they see it as if from behind a smoky piece of glass and cannot clearly discern the manifestations of the Divine Names, Attributes and Essential Qualities. Even if they feel that they have discerned some things, it is but a mere illusion.
The veils between the travelers and the ultimate truth differ according to their relations with the Truth. Just as being closed to the truth of the Names and Attributes is a veil, the heart’s turning to some object other than God is another veil. The interpretation of existence according to mere human philosophy is yet another veil. To search for source of light other than the light of Muhammad, upon him be peace and blessings, is another, dangerous veil. Moral deviations, such as jealousy, arrogance, conceit, ostentation and selfishness, are veils that lead to misguidance and unbelief in proportion to how great an obstacle they are to discerning the truth. The traps laid by these veils are those arranged by the carnal self, Satan, the world which looks on our desires, our weak spots, and our human shortcomings. Each of these traps is deadly. When a person becomes entangled in these, all of his or her endeavors to rise in rank on the way to God are in vain and it is inevitable that he or she will suffer separation on the way to meet with God.
The first step of disclosure for those who fulfill the requirements to travel on the way to God is a manifestation of the knowledge of God, which the One eternally witnessed in His signs produces in their hearts. If they are steadfast on the way, they can advance as far as the final point, where they will be able to witness or observe Him in His signs. Nevertheless, such manifestations may not be constant and the way may sometimes be obscured, with the result that travelers may suffer setbacks. However, the desire to advance in their hearts never ceases; even if sometimes they feel dizzy and waver, they constantly endeavor to reach the goal with a desire that is insurmountable. It is heroism to follow the rules and requirements of the journey without falling into despair, and those who continue on the way heroically are favored with constant disclosure and advancement. They rise from the certainty that comes from knowledge to the certainty that comes from observation. If they are able to take two steps more forward, they are favored with the clearest disclosure supported by self-possession and wakefulness. If they are able to advance further, their journey ends in observation-seeing the All-Holy One, Who is called by the Most Sacred Names with the eye of the heart or insight-this will be explained later.
The clearest disclosure is when the Divine lights pervade the heart and all other faculties so as to enlighten and to be felt by all the emotions. In other words, an initiate feels the Source of these lights beyond what is demonstrated by His signs and proofs. This was the beginning of the spiritual journey of the master of the creatures, upon him be peace and blessings. Throughout his life, all of which he spent at the highest of all ranks and at the summit of all virtues, he continuously traveled from closure to observation and always felt and experienced the mysteries of belief deeply. Especially during his ascension, he acquired certified familiarity with all the mysteries that belong to the realm beyond, including Paradise, Hell, the angels, and even the sounds of the Pens of Destiny. Then he returned to the world in order to keep the way open for others to travel along, each according to individual capacity. Furthermore, he secured this way with reflectorlike lights that he installed along it. In the ranks in which he traveled and made observations, he progressed without his eyes swerving and without his mind becoming perplexed, as declared in the verse (53:17), His eye did not swerve nor did it stray. When it came to the point where he was too great for this world of formation and deformation to bear and when he entrusted the way and journey to those who would come after him, he proceeded to his Lord, saying:
O my God! (Now it is the time to go) to the Highest Friend!
His faithful followers have made the same journey in spirit which he made in the universal dimensions and which he has bequeathed to them with its means and results so that each can realize in part his journey, according to their capacity. Some have expressed their feelings, observations, and insights in the following words,
“O Sariya! (Withdraw) to the mountain, to the mountain!”;
some with words which reveal their special relationship with God: “Even if the veil of the Unseen were removed, my certainty (of belief in the pillars and truths of belief) will not increase;”[ This quote belongs to ‘Ali, the fourth Caliph. 'Ali al-Qari, al-Asrar al-Marfu'a, 193. ] and some with the glad tidings,
“Be hopeful! The highest voice which will be heard worldwide among the revolutions of the future will be that of Islam.”
O God! You are the First without any preceding You; You are the Last, there are none to succeed You. I seek refuge in You from the evil of all moving creatures whom You hold by the forelock, and I also seek refuge in You from committing sins and going into debt. And may God’s blessings and peace be upon our master Muhammad and his family and honored Companions.
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steveezekiel · 1 year ago
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TEST
24 And the people complained against Moses, saying, “What shall we drink?”
25 So he cried out to the Lord, and the Lord showed him a tree. When he cast it into the waters, the waters were made sweet. There He made a statute and an ordinance for them, AND THERE HE TESTED THEM,
26 and said, “If you diligently heed the voice of the Lord your God and do what is right in His sight, give ear to His commandments and keep all His statutes, I will put none of the diseases on you which I have brought on the Egyptians. For I am the Lord who heals you.”
Exodus 15:24-26 (NKJV)
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"Then the Lord said to Moses, “Behold, I will rain bread from heaven for you. And the people shall go out and gather a certain quota every day, THAT I MAY TEST THEM, WHETHER THEY WILL WALK IN MY LAW OR NOT."
Exodus 16:4 (NKJV)
• God has the habit of testing whoever wants to walk with Him intimately:
"NOW IT CAME TO PASS AFTER THESE THINGS THAT GOD TESTED ABRAHAM, and said to him, “Abraham!” And he said, “Here I am” (Genesis 22:1 NKJV).
- Most of the things God did allow the Israelites to pass through or experience in their journey to the land of Canaan, were tests which He expected them to pass (Deuteronomy 8:2,16).
- Unfortunately, they failed those tests and were robbed of their ultimate blessing—getting to the the land they were promised:
21 But as surely as I live and my power has no limit, 22-23 I SWEAR THAT NOT ONE OF THESE ISRAELITES WILL ENTER THE LAND I PROMISED TO GIVE THEIR ANCESTORS. These people have seen my power in Egypt and in the desert, but they will never see Canaan. They have disobeyed and tested me too many times" (Numbers 14:21-23 Contemporary English Version).
- Similarly, in your Christian journey as a believer in Christ Jesus, God would allow you to be tested as regarding whatever He wants to do in your life.
- God would want to test your character, obedience, reliability, faith, and faithfulness!
• God tests before He promotes whoever He wanted to. Each promotion is preceded by a test or a couple of Such.
- The speed with which you rise or move in your Christian journey and the blessings of God you receive, are determined by how often you pass God's tests that may be brought your way.
- The Israelites journey was slowdown and ultimately could not be brought to the completion.
- The main or original people who were purposefully taken out of Egypt to get to Canaan land were unable, but their children. This happened because they could not pass the tests brought their ways (Numbers 14:22,23; Hebrews 3:16-19).
- And they could not pass the tests because of unbelief, hardened heart, disobedience, and rebellion:
12 Beware, brethren, lest there be in any of you an evil heart of UNBELIEF in departing from the living God; 13 but exhort one another daily, while it is called “Today,” lest any of you be HARDENED through the deceitfulness of sin. 14 For we have become partakers of Christ if we hold the beginning of our confidence steadfast to the end, 15 while it is said: “Today, if you will hear His voice, Do not HARDEN your hearts as in the REBELLION.”
16 For who, having heard, REBELLED? Indeed, was it not all who came out of Egypt, led by Moses? 17 Now with whom was He angry forty years? Was it not with those who sinned, whose corpses fell in the wilderness? 18 And to whom did He swear that they would not enter His rest, but to those who did not OBEY? 19 SO WE SEE THAT THEY COULD NOT ENTER IN BECAUSE OF UNBELIEF" (Hebrews 3:12-19 NKJV).
• God said they had denied Him ten times:
"none of the men who have seen my glory and my signs which I wrought in Egypt and in the wilderness, AND YET HAVE PUT ME TO THE PROOF THESE TEN TIMES AND HAVE NOT HEARKENED TO MY VOICE" (Numbers 14:22 Revised Standard Version)
- You will do well to cooperate with God in whatever test brought your way by Him, and endeavour or strive to pass it.
- That sum of money you have just gotten, big or small, could be a test!
- God may ask you to give part of it or the whole of it, for a particular purpose in His Kingdom; to His work, His minister, or someone in need.
- Your obedience, the promptness of it, determines your lifting or promotion. It also determines the depth of your relationship and fellowship with God, and the covenant He establishes with you.
• Any number of believers miss it always in the place of passing God's tests.
- Some things which many believers lay the blame on the devil, are caused by their insensitivity and their inability cooperate with the Holy Spirit on the inside of them to pass God's tests—which could lead to their blessings, promotion, and greatness.
- Unbelief, disobedience, hardness of hearts, and rebellion would hinder your growth and your blessings in the Kingdom (Hebrews 3:18,19).
- Amazingly, some believers do not even believe that God does test His children, in their walk with Him. These tests are shared on the pages of the Scriptures (Exodus 15:24; 16:4; Deuteronomy 8:2,3; 13:3; Judges 2:22; 3:1,4).
- How God tested His people to proof their hearts, to know whether they would be loyal to Him or not.
- He uses various things like hunger, basic needs of life, obedience to certain instructions and commands; to test them:
2 And you shall remember that the LORD your God led you all the way these forty years in the wilderness, TO HUMBLE YOU AND TEST YOU, TO KNOW WHAT WAS IN YOUR HEART, WHETHER YOU WOULD KEEP HIS COMMANDMENTS OR NOT. 3 So He humbled you, ALLOWED YOU TO HUNGER, and fed you with manna which you did not know nor did your fathers know, THAT HE MIGHT MAKE YOU KNOW THAT MAN SHALL NOT LIVE BY BREAD ALONE; BUT MAN LIVES BY EVERY WORD THAT PROCEEDS FROM THE MOUTH OF THE LORD" (Deuteronomy 8:2,3 NKJV).
- He also uses opposition, those who rose as enemies, to test them:
21 I also will no longer drive out before them any of the nations which Joshua left when he died, 22 SO THAT THROUGH THEM I MAY TEST ISRAEL, WHETHER THEY WILL KEEP THE WAYS OF THE LORD, to walk in them as their fathers kept them, or not." 23 Therefore the Lord left those nations, without driving them out immediately; nor did He deliver them into the hand of Joshua" (Judges 2:21,23 NKJV).
• What would you become in Him If you are lifted to a higher honour—a place of blessing and greatness?
- Would you not renounce God? Would you still be faithful in what you are assigned to do?
- And If you were in need, Would you still SERVE God faithfully and be obedient to the instructions given you by Him?
- God rewards faithfulness in whatever state or level you may find yourself—either in riches or lacks.
• You will not fail in Jesus' name.
Peace!
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khiphop-stories · 6 years ago
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DPR - Merry Christmas, Babe!
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„C’mon guys! It will be fun!“ You clapped your hands together enthusiastically, trying to convince them to participate. But they all didn’t seem to share your enthusiasm, instead they tried to come up with excuses to skip it. Except for Christian, he loved the idea the moment you had suggested it. Just like you, he loved the holiday season and ever since he came to Korea, there hasn’t been much of a Christmas celebration. 
Christmas was nearing, yet it didn’t feel like it at all. Going on a world tour with the guys, you didn’t even have a second to think about anything else. You moved from one city to the other, from one country to another. You couldn’t even enjoy your stay as your schedule was so packed. It was one of the most demanding, gruelling, and tiresome experiences of your life.
That’s why you suggested to do ‘Secret Santa’ to get into the festive mood for Christmas. You had already succeeded in persuading them to buy a Christmas tree for the office, so you thought this would be just as easy. But contrary to your expectations, it wasn’t that easy at all. Especially Scott, he was such a grinch when it came to Christmas.
„It’s a waste of money,“ Scott reasoned. 
„Says the guy who bought two pairs of sneakers yesterday,“ you fired back and stuck out your tongue at him. 
„We’ll set a limit,“ Christian joined the conversation to help you. 
„Hold up….you called in an urgent meeting because of this? I thought it was something important!“ Cream whined as he gave you a look full of disbelief. 
„Well it is important,“ you muttered under your breath. „It will strengthen our teamwor!“
„Dabin and I were in the middle of recording a song!“ „The sooner we solve this problem, the sooner you guys can go back to work,“ you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. 
„Fine, let’s do it. I’m in,“ Dabin finally agreed. He grabbed the notepad that was lying on the table and ripped off a piece of paper. Then he took a pen and started writing down your names. 
„You’re only agreeing because you want to get laid,“ Scott said teasingly while a knowing smirk covered his face. 
Dabin opened his mouth and it seemed as though he was about to protest, but instead he let out a sigh and nodded his head in defeat.
„I’m not even gonna deny it,“ he chuckled.
„Please don’t do it in the studio like last time,“ Christian commented playfully. 
„To my defense, I thought we were alone. You said you were heading home.“ Dabin retorted with a chuckle.
„I forgot my keys!“
You felt the blood rushing to your cheeks as they were casually talking about your sex life right in front of you as though it was the most common thing it the world. They made it seem like they were talking about the weather. Ever since Dabin and you had made it official the teasing never stopped. Bu despite their endless teasing, you knew they were genuinely happy for you. Nobody had been rooting for you to take the next step, like Christian and Scott. They were always secretly trying to play Cupid thinking nobody would notice how obvious they were. But you were glad they did. If Scott hadn’t pushed you to take a leap of faith in spite of your fears and worries, you would have never dared to date one of the people you worked so close with. 
„Back to topic,“ you cleared your throat to get their attention. „It’s 4 to 2, we’re doing Secret Santa.“ „Wait, Cline’s not even here.“ „I texted him, he said he wants to do it.“ You replied with a shrug, but they didn’t seem to believe you which wasn’t that surprising, considering you never texted Cline unless it’s in the group chat or for work purposes. You barely even exchanged words. 
Proving that you weren’t lying, you pulled out your phone and showed them your conversation with Cline.
„Fuck…“ you heard them curse as a winning smile spread all over your face.
~*~
You carefully unfolded the piece of paper, but before you could even get to read the name that was written on it, hell broke loose.
„This sucks!“
„What the fuck should I buy for—“
„Whose name is written on your paper? Mine is—“
„Guys! Stop!“ You screamed out loud, making the whole room fall silent. „The whole point of this is not letting anybody know who your Secret Santa is!“ 
„But-“
„No!“ You glared at him, making him become silent immediately.
„Yes, mam!“
~*~
There were exactly five days left until Christmas and you still had no clue what to get for Cline. Out of them all, Cline was the one you were the least close to. You had known all the other guys even before you got together as a collective. You had met Christian back in Australia and he was one of the reasons why you mustered up your courage to leave everything behind and move to South Korea. It was a huge challenge for you, but no matter how scary it was, it was reassuring to know that your best friend was by your side. You had produced for Dabin prior to his debut and you had worked together with Cream on a couple tracks. Through them you also got to know Scott who grew dear to your heart very quickly.  But Cline was a mystery to you. You talked to him often, but still you didn’t know a lot about him. Whenever you two were alone together, the room was always filled with awkward silence or superficial conversations about the weather. 
„What are you doing?“ You heard Dabin’s chuckle from behind. He was standing by the door frame with a wide grin on his lips. 
„Working.“ you replied without even thinking which obviously was a lie. The moment you had stepped inside your studio, you had been racking your brain over what to get for Cline. You were just sitting in your chair, googling ‘original Christmas present ideas’.
„You didn’t even turn on the devices,“ he pointed to the black display, raising his brows at you amused.
„Busted,“ you let out a sheepish chuckle. 
„This Secret Santa thing was such a bad idea! I don’t know what to get for-“
„Hey! Stop!“ He yelled at you as he hurriedly held up his hands, signalling you to stop.  „You’re not supposed to tell me, remember?“
„Since when do you care so much?“ You laughed at him, remembering his reaction when you first suggested it. He was totally against it, but you knew he would give in eventually. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for you.
„Well, if we’re doing it, we’re doing it right! I don’t half-ass things!“ „I guess you already bought a gift?“ „Of course,“ the corner of his lips rose into a proud smile. 
„Wait, why are you here anyway? Do you need something?“ You glanced at the clock on the wall. Around this time he would usually be in the studio with Cream, working on his new album. Cream was someone who wouldn’t let you leave until he had the results that he wanted. „No,“ he shook his head. „Just wanted to grab dinner with you.“
„You’re done with the track?“ 
„Nope, but Cream is on the phone with someone. I took this chance to sneak out,“ he flashed his teeth at you as wrinkles appeared around the corner of his eyes.
~*~
„C’mon Dabin! You have to help me! I really don’t know what to get!“ You whined out loud, making a pout with your lips.
„Just get him whatever. Cline loves everything,“ Dabin simply shrugged his shoulders, not minding your whining too much. His attention was dedicated to the plate filled with food right in front of him. „Please! I will��� Hold up, how did you know I drew Cline’s name? I didn’t even tell you!“ Your stopped your motions, staring at him with widened eyes. „It’s obvious. If you had Christian, you would have bought him some equipment for his camera. Scott…probably sneakers. For Cream a new mic. So that only leaves Cline,“ he concluded, before he took another big bite of his burger. „Oh, I didn’t know you’re a detective now.,“ you chuckled lightly as you stared at him affectionately. „But seriously….what should I get him?“ You pouted at him cutely. „Why are you even asking me?“
„You’re his cousin! You out of all people should know!“ „I’m not gonna help you.“ He remained steadfast, not affected by your cute act at all.
„If I had known you would be so annoying, I would have went for dinner alone,“ he then joked when a teasing grin appeared on his face. 
Dabin obviously wasn’t going to give in, so you had to switch your methods. There was always one way to get what you wanted. You didn’t think you had to resort to this, but he left you no choice. He saw how the look in your eyes changed as a smirk covered your lips. He knew exactly what was going to happen next, but he didn’t stop you. 
You slowly and teasingly brushed your feet against the inner side of his legs.
„What are you doing, babe?“ He asked you in a warning though amused tone.
„Did you ever have a quickie in the toilet?“ You whispered in a seductive voice.
„It’s not gonna work,“ he shook his head firmly, but the fact the he held his breath and the fact that the bulge inside his pants was growing told you otherwise. 
„You sure about that?“ You slowly moved your feet upwards, dangerously close to his crotch.
Dabin‘s body tensed up and he clenched his hands into a tight fist, swallowing down hard.
„This is blackmailing!“ „I’d rather call it negotiating.“ You gave him a sweet, yet alluring smile. 
„My answer is no.“ „You suck,“ with a exasperated sigh you decided to give up. 
~*~
Over the course of the day, the gifts had piled up under the Christmas tree. They all secretly put the gifts they had bought under the tree without anyone seeing. The day before you had decided to open the presents in the evening before going out for dinner together.  For being so against Secret Santa, Cream was strangely enthusiastic today. He was the one who called everyone together to open the presents and he had also prepared a Christmas remix for the distribution of presents. 
You soon found out the reason behind his eagerness was because he knew Christian had picked his name. Christian was known to buy generous gifts and even though you had set a price limit, Christian wasn’t someone who followed the rules, even when he was the one to make them. 
~*~
Now it was your turn to open your gift. You still had no idea, who your Secret Santa was. Your name was written on the present in a distorted way, so you couldn’t even judge by the handwriting. 
After you had carefully unknotted the ribbon that was wrapped around the box, you opened the lid slowly, peaking inside. Upon seeing the red lace, you quickly shut the box close again, a soft pink shade taking your cheeks.
„What is it?“ The boys asked curiously. 
You quickly glanced at Dabin who was sitting next to you, throwing him a questioning look. The content smirk on his lips was the answer to the question you didn’t dare to ask out loud.
„What is it?“ Scott tried again as he attempted to open the box, but you didn’t let him. Instead you clutched onto it tightly as though your life depended on it.
„Nothing,“ you hurriedly said. But your reaction had given it away. They all had a knowing grin on their faces which made you blush even more. You felt the heat rush into your face as Scott wriggled his brows at you suggestively.
„Merry Christmas, Babe,“ Dabin whispered into your ear as a bright chuckle left his lips. 
Haven’t been able to proof-read, so this might contain more errors than usual! But I really wanted to post this before the holidays are over lol I hope you guys still enjoyed it and merry xmas to y’all! <3 Feedback is always appreciated 🙏🏼
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libidomechanica · 2 years ago
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But fit mark thy grief looked lips were taught with celestial day
A Meredith sonnet sequence
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I love our western religion, Mrs.   But fit mark thy grief looked lips were taught with   celestial day. Love not speak first breath of June, a jargon, a waxen face, silence. From above, wearing a White Turban on   his Hoard of welth and still we moved: could no   less penitence o’ lovelight, till, each in all throne: we with heart in her last year, that in my own again I am not   an arch, whereon the rest. Snowed it may turn,   and I would fan offspring down an empress, her heard to shoot out broad ambrosial gloom of alabaster. Read a bootless presume   for faire for still my pleasure of a   saint for the iewell. Grow you need not approbation smooth pillours eare day began.
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When I’m poor bliss on each house must foreshadow,   once lust, hardly him embraced something   wind, never must we lovely eye; and that today i’m filled by the less that, and fading rose upon the green: and yet alas,   how frailties, all scarce fair, at sight to be,   by form’d him in country lang—take such an apples rose and breezy air; and the race, and in hasted thy soul may chance almost.   Then, beauty, and shook; the Night her much more   the place sound and smote her sides of sight of the pleasure and root up the Infernal Grove; the living fire of truth, I bade thee   with snow; yet I came on the lake-like legs   in Badajos’s breath, Julia, breath; scatter man; a rampant her voice, quoth she to hye.
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Who lost lamb at her veil: marsh-divers, temples,   don Juan flourish’d Russian, make amends   for a love thee pure broke the fading and then go home May with pain, dropt through his world would tell—this, reader, we will dignify   must be past explaineth: he that chance and   Thou feel you are in a clout, for rage, i, that on there its direction? Betwixt the village wander the apex of it too   much I pray, how we won’t descending side   a straight should have spoken with heart through to it myself, to look’d no more shadow from your lives? Thou art, the vine in that next news   I’ve to your hay it is but to die; yet   worse that they spring; enthron’d in bitter thanks of Time, whose should be with holiday.
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When you too soft illusion: for he no   more. My Spectre of the North lie, devotion’s   cheek, passions will; heroic seems my child of reuerenced his joy? For on my carrion carcas about his child we   love lived upon the shadow from that a   deadly draught lies into his father? Grand, and his wildness, or not the cheery on did attend a fayre floating with those drops   dead when King Victor has made him quite old   woman: then grew, I fear, instead; and tossed irresolute boy for a plait upon my shame, both by that, and grange, and a still   find not one of them shot the cannot keep   the steam floats up from the great prince: you been there I, methough cold as if together.
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Up in payne and fierce kissing stars the twilight   think, do all thy bright: while praying. A   white with the lengths of his legs. Through its endlessly beforne, and the lever was an arch, wherein, though those infrequent smile to   steadfast rock the five with music: ’ and with   his javelin wound of mountain of the meant by their hooks, thy teeth but it was not think to ’stablish danger of age, and the doubt   him downe hys pack, and every burdens, on   the pain. Tell my soule, so the slavish hardned her lion’s ear again. Thee sit on flowrd, and I, is the starred on the spoken,   love kill’d’ the faithful as well lodger; i’ve   serv’d my kisse. From the flowers. And Faith shadow a new rose gem-like their can obey!
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And is chance to me, you threaten’d all of   false Foxe, as did your lie. When the sad wound   your set, making back ever. Seven a mast-head cane, and love. How had beat me seemed to be! Down from court us no more. Thy   wit, and my heart away comes in the centre   of the wide wings which augur’d of the earth Hell! I grant she sang of the cause, the word; how all them their reward his will I   sweep your name for cousins also paused—and   from the Maker’s praise to froze: this poor trick. Them, to keep. For me, me, me, the head now? And all music, and upon another   joys. And air who wear. When I am forlorn   when their time toward her but to hinder wrong done by yours, hussar and up the fire.
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Field, that wiry Coronet and eyes over   brows shall private fault that in the lily-   shining skies about these high above all, praise, and, wretched the usual progress only was his delicate: the bases   lost, vnkindly race. But she with a stable   for all that love’s bed and in the shoot out each dragged January, as doth you would he convention, star-sweet babes musicall:   and eke tenne thousand cry o, my sweet   thou art my ioy, and as yon rosebuds interrupted all him, too, no doubt, for what may beard, I list not, like a spark   invested morn by thee, fury, woe, then drove   him to live for lack of what I hope was the corners beare, most guiltlesse, torment you?
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And boldly—or Thou wear a garden portals,   which thy fairer and secret, and vagrant   posies, a film of fierce pulse, and fights, nor tender brutes warmth he peeped and your olives, precious too, where the others: we   taken. Burn like a theefe hid from you, as   bare too feeble to sence, and let their charge, while time came that sweet sleepen in passionless, lasting darkness and a whole ocean   of the longed at least motion; for, I pray,   with Florian’s fancy comes in. Purest Platonism at bottom of all the gracious single; but Juan now hath made gainst or seek   not thilke God, not meant by the Hall, I am   nakednesse well beseem’d to rootes, my hands. Will they now this tilled by me.
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And a smile to steps, they han that from me.   Right you to mine, then you see the dark to   thee. And this’ he said Almost meets though I did, and still I was, in a whirlwind: and thus far as pole from out freely, as they   see? But the lore she lies a solid base   to me. Of the others made! Wherein white robe like a thousand he haue my death’—alas! In such poor rogues? While new-fired, and   build up your country day, to dreams my eye,   I hold they who were it lies beside her, Swallow, so narrow: I cared for your native, save some hame, we loved you’d never be   back through the wind blended from your faces   are waken doubt that so fresh and The gate, how glad to see, thy mandolin.
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Quick a grouped in their wintry dance melts down.   Stony helm, and signet gem, all honour   hero, Juan, whose eight of happy news is I love; if every hoof a knelt; but fell. To hear my face house, ’ she said t was as   fair child; and beaten. If I could care! Not   a cute card or a consequence? Let none other, we will rot, and round would convent’s souls I hope is like him flowers of all,   that we both ioy and master of a sail,   that in which he doth ly, till the earth’s untimely buds with crooked on his vertue merits praise designate as lordly and peer   nor peer on earth turn’d away, and drooping   from above, on earth, you send or end us of all my country frost so merry!
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Friendship’s name, and still fragrant mine in thine!   To none. Or as lordly and pipe there walking   but thou so cruell that though now are clothe head of camp-life a long since my roving his brayne, forc’t, by filling fie was Nelly   Gray his kiddes, hills are all richly   aromatical. A thrillingly should be chase taken, who has the pock! We were born by morn and lift my birth, and full thought have   been and me, the sun took the ruins. And   you wear, they both are for richest with a passion, but mouth and tenderneath her, to dwell, and simper and narrow as they speak,   the shadow: further clime, that deals with his   bow, and those which melted Florian, cursing Cyril? In early: I scotch’d away.
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From a gutted mine. The cheek and flimmering   head. Tho opened he that for the heart,   without a tree, able for that of wind, threaten’d wholesome, without thy rosy silken- folded idleness; nor is in visions   out of twenty hours are we, unworthy   Them; behold you are his fired a window moved: could resent, regret; o Death nor all thing with things there! When Pan and returns   for less kind as cayenne doth harbengers   according to my bed, until he revered the pouted up and be your own, I had a man desire; I think upon   the place sent forth the island of comfort,   now expect from pole; rise in the marriage of us this o’er it grew, forget.
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I half a serious glimmering sun.   On with tower as rhymes, or not time, time,   and walke another salvation and they both jump back, and takes a languid humour streaming gleams of the latest subiects wrong,   being to you and there rose. Through THAT Love   and gleaming have hard by, made a new-world before grow you blockhead ha’ one in right you see’st thou, Abelard be love; no,   child, and little swinck. When the street with patient   and fair daffodil dead, that have wastes, and withered either way through Poland time. Another pretty lambs we passen the   lamp is shepeheards in the sloping from   recollects you still he crept from the hills, the crowd—tomorrow brought all things to be!
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Love letter days far-off, and all of men ?   As on a mailen please. Live and curly,   yet worse of dogs and desire; I thinking t was in. You under youngling was fu’ tender settled for the cradle shone   sweet birds around again asking world’s falling   flame rose-bud’s the Saxons of ill luck beforne when lost the faculty—who said he, I would be destroyeth. Yet for they spake   of the while the more’s the breeds. Think of   the pricked by tilth and winning Man of the world contains, on music: ’ and I’m come to ourself than your beauty, make us and   we will soon the Castalies; I cannot   reason. Into him back who tempts my steps, and gentle, serious glowed fruit, to stay.
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Returning today i’m filled by the sun   went for Right; I mournful of telegraph   they maken more that now, Sir Foole! And then to stranger; remembered not old, nor breathing and woe? Along traueile I spoke   as other, Donna Inez, finding,   resemble tombs wherein your belles and tourney’d on the sounds adrift from thy store; and true passing stars that he proofe shield—and Death must   descride in which thou art! While Pan is yon   rocks, seeing the fatigue of children, thou thy stroke restord by your more celestial kiss, the shape of attachment. And robed the   wind’s eye lighteth on a saints I sealed: the   should hate what got into her, and flaunt with so soon; as yet day, should be a pitty.
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How do I love the breath, and with a frown?   Bid me brink. With patience to me. Now, because   of bluegreen leaven abortive but we tway bene very bell; thy fathers made for ever shake the pensive ghosts, and   children; they are ten freckles. And may still   stake it. Nor deans; the Princess: she loved. Our ministering a wanton Nimphs layd downe my mourning; for whose besides I doe take pity   hath my love that might’st helpen they fed   her man; a rampant her face lies upon his new-made lord, whose set of such storm; iron tears! But the trailed its bark more than a   man, thy spirit calls, and on thy Herrick   dies, clanged to be in leave those state we would like the discernment has left me go.
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By two friends, and we sit beneath their wills   and snow, deceiu’d the midriff of a morning   so close of Biron. Be ye lock’d up like his mothers made to blow, and narrow as the Saxons of elk and glorious   moods or steepy mound beyond its walk away   so sound again. It was. Has becomes again the cathed: give you send such place— stumbled on thinking t was pacing loose   sorrowe. On, and worse, make no great, in the   inspector eleven to the gloom wrought renew our old war’s dead seaman’s tomb a feast you’lldeem, no doubt not yet but push-pin   half in dreams. This is a poetesses;   Clarinda, mistresses you will, I put on my horses dark and graft my mind, and while.
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’ Said Lilia; Why not attained, in the   longer than aught they sleep, dream the greene? Lest   he sees his lately take thee to the nerves that I met thy tears, and of talk; nothing which did Juan’s sparkle languish in love, and   stir or like a space were cherries grow; a   heaven play his assets were guilt. Moreover the change beyond all them go, before, behind. That beat me so, that half a serving   of all about was silent stream, from   yonder, yet detest bed, until he real as the earth without then, warm in love letter doe impaire: the grass; and clasp thou on   beats the crowd dividing grace to love it   might think I made you will the storm has prove parental feel a mix’d and griefs to thee.
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You happen, thy voyce the sweet girl-graduates   in the mill and his medicines double   vale you flashed the queen o’ the meadows manage my worship to its rose, if thou didst louers pitie: looke from serving our friend and   gathered cherries fail like three days that was   bent above thee, letter. ’ Why, the judgment day heaven like a fate, indeed we two or the head vpheld, was lacking, Oh. Not fear   that god of those who leaves attend on my   knees are diuels in hys packets, all gazing to the ripened as I watch’d away, and kiss, but her amang the very wander,   of Phillis was the full choirs, when tis not   thus may still the groves the castella I do not keep the Scotchman in haste away.
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Temptation of the kind, and eke tenne thou,—   finding shame to me; know you and strange as   we’re lost, which burnt the poor and earnest wool, which burnt the grots that hiatus maxime deflendus’ to starts and darken, and to   endure; and I you pour out Harvest Home.   Chains of the rest with the man I came to live forget him through with whom the roaring at the town to thy blood the world goes out   of trumpet in sorrow’d rock; or as love-   kindling photo booth. Be hero if you will not spent, and the stood the wicked offence, looking Daemons all the word; that rolls   together; and came to run their mayntenaunce.   And me not the pomp of dread to hear, no shadow steals shadow and ideal Grace.
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And laughed soldier once gone to say, while young,   and fro fluctuated, and watch young sonne   and man. Hello? The lilies to mellow ringlet, like this daughter frosty feet visiting flocks and tossed irresolute steady   Writing; for some aboue me saying at   the time, which i have you feeble in a boy with a few red fish thou, rich thing but satiated at twilight. Stretched them a rain   of a spotless and credible. The child   toyes are built, and who cannot while thine arms, and grasping art, thoughts in visions will be quitt with mares; his dart: but ere I smelling   on the chain. Yet—gentle Juan was my fruit.   Writ now I may never had see, for ever know why you will. It said, curse my all.
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Sole more heav’n scarce saw which hides thus medley!   Have years have this shot from them a’, my halfe   in delight; but when all thy bosom underfoot, this fancy, which portions of sun burned like a sparkle langest heat to live   before I plaintive cry of the silver   spring be, which it breath, nor fee in her likely to send him, what are apt to purchase fame: I now them: knowledge on Juan, seas   where nys to be won by favour, and stout   as the yews of three will get ye, or else but demanded if she love alone. That bring he built ten blowzed with thy should be   so involv’d and I then one wide sat little   dissipated with thing the funeral- shears would be kend, bearing in my heart.
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Deepens the scream, we lay? But thou hast retreat?   As fault in a whirled their mother. When   with me thistle-balls roll, live and stilt-like in me wrought, from dream I have dashed the lover’s clamoured his stand angelings! The   rough the realme of me smooth my Book, in its   broad-brimm’d eye’s sphere through indeed we tway bene disposition; perhaps; but where smiling Not for mine across before my second   time heart, into my boys! To his rash   intrusion, and rest, bury me under of war, or some veins of intrigues between. Has lately take themselves and lapt in Wolues,   ful of their way; my hair away; and   yellowing out the quiet consolation. The hills, and address’d. How often hate!
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Endlessly—but the British cabinet that   not to climbed across our lovelier that   coy girl whom he prey of eyes’ falsehood, in such quintessence; as a prophesying clove and raged deep as lost, you going? Thy purple   footcloth, lay the last, my otherwhere   love began they lost land, their hand, I watched in that with words from Thee dominion draws; the Thunderer’s frosted my hearts movement   of thy pearls, or be you at the pock, the   clownish gifts infused; since Adam, with me and gold and winged her teens; and pick through twenty live and feeble flood the kelp holds what;   while the blush taught like a man’s looks be anchored   one saw me moonlight, then love, even thousand heede through those the world, I’d scorne.
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Floats up from my breast; he stars that it only   Christmas up to mellow, thought his means.   An easy man, Dearest and Russian—how I mean. The Time and the cast it freely move, or thou must be her walls. Or else was   struction, and fair desire you planet   guide my help of babes to catch at and landscape me? What man hath my head. We, conscience, and tell—this, whose brains its hue, now turn’d him   spyed: for pitying higher on we go:   and how he goes rights, and darkened by my own dark invested my old my love, war, or the height deeds a Tyran growing up   to the bolt and lights he hand obeys. As   acids roused to re-cement slowly in the yews of nations are ridiculous.
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From neighbour to holy silent space were   cherrywood cabin, G minor Mozart   on their veins of elder witty, but I am not said so well might be, then cups againe refused to move: but to have an   end: and then was thy pure lightly passage   to time, than ever; poor Wisdom of woe, nor wished in the dust remained them passion also pause, up the screendoors of feathers   talk’d learne spelling on silver satisfy   his arms and fingers feelings to its to grave, solemn, that is a cushion through thou lift this: they vext the Kerke, weening to you,   as babies in view? I ask’d wherefore   grow long growing and in act, remember studs; and, amber, in ashes of the thine?
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The many Lilia withered the churches   which i have reared that: a pleasant right   a king, and thou,—finding so lost labour trusty pike, made long, so will once to hear thee alone, for his cramm’d with furs and, half-   unquench’d the darksome prefer the earth and   dusky caves, and shake this use I would pause, in thee my gaze enchas’d with tears; take back my five with me. Both boys spurr’d fast in wooing   mucks at eve we won’t, and see the little   Leila, whose men of green? Beyond thereat herself and Nail, and her in Thee dominion whom want of men. And weep a tree,   able to cure: there we joined hall long since   what nource of shame. And curly, I rather snow really does the morning, direction?
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For euen fil’d my Lucia but as his lost.   Kiss the wide as weak the steps incess, I   would spy it. And when thought other planted out at push-pin half a gale; and give you for the endless watched in return. And one   discussion until the pipes it seem in   ev’ry bead I drop and then by the lovers are thought, would be done. By me. Where never writ, nor fasts its stubborn as if a   long the shines are electric shock’d, and steal   a thousand frost, such stormy states such he wounds, the place of all the place where like her sobs, melissa drooped her war be a tatter’d   voice says he long’d in the very bell;   the raine, his Death is just when choler is to be love eache of high place open wyde.
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Yet hold his past be cured became my face   divine oblivion of the East: how   can move a nation, his your form than magic musicall: and whining expectation: twice she mignonette of view set all   the hall: above thee thou art! Whilst eyes upon   the mind my hart becomes backe, as when Beauty hornes gan newly sprout of shepe then to thee, while wanton sonne had past through   too weak Woman; nor of Peace be ruld by   me. What, is not the better, then of greene Wood that darken, a guards my daughter sleep; whilst yet. Full, while my hearts. New as his Embleme.   ’Er the Ladde can keepe from mine eye; and   closest tongue, sleep like to the strangle a little lack of his pride, too, to smother.
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Which veils the spurr’d fast an answer’d the rick   flames! The woods, and thee what thou forsake me   with loyal obeysaunce, Towne fault at length came runne at least, the small or One is not fit to flying ray, and bids them runne at   last vow comment upon thy tenderneath   his wild king to continues cold valley is a faults by lies where moved, cold are all women, ’ said my eye, I will be chaste   desires of old days: you must the gloom! An   evil sprite, which is most smooth pillours eare day began to troll and her forehead, how frail it is most peak kiss these sodas or   magnesias; which on you, my daughter frosts   for their heart and they want to be inserted village wander the apex of it.
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Let us, and the gloom of all my love   I did appeal; black night, all saue a bell,   whose beside if Juan saw his world of roses proposing a new lovers; and with what they strikes him flowers, and thus! Or, for   the honour mounted with muffled by   inconstancy. There beloued, you scorn; but getting, you’ve saved me quite disposition; but keep the roaring it was strain; thy purpose   by one near to leaue to recalling to   your worth, not to the high poems. Not for follow that rode at her approbation smooth’d for the evensong; and I for fear:   for with his body through heere are Psyche,   Lady Blanche; then say my plight: while my very billows the blameless for the center.
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Of absence of vice, this, t’ have your I   founder’d how he suffer pain I feel you   need not like a dreams of which mans wrong can their airy flute, came to be place sound, luminous with right clouds bedimme my gushing   madrigals. ’ Her cheek which presence seen the   sullen-purple moor look and dumplin burn with me ere long learned in waiters running to the moulder shrieks of those. Breathless   a virgins, and too far; but, finding Nith   I did, and flying so close up, as flat as any hope was well deuise was too very words were all speeden health, a poor, tired   of heav’nly-pensive ghostly bribe to   send a hollow they never not be beaten with my soul’s warmth with little spaceship.
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Shall burst and what thy fair to thee: thou shalt   do; first to basely heat, still also   who, being past thou on beats the guns of the dust we dote on, what she turn’d his cheered a long farewell, that fills up in us   true, your Head? ’—Sad dogs! The human ties, they   here in your mantle mard, when they flashed and pick through heavens, and in her light was it came, but love his. In other settled the   with delay, remaine. Horse than lightly worn   as if these, or the tumult in haste away. My time I listening valley is a faint on the pleasure: what might yearn upward,   and shame you as a fossile man, midst   thou hast thou groweth. His life, have been worse that I follow you, had our destinies.
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In your lives, take this went yestermorn, and   the wood, ’ than well becomes too very prauncing   in the Castalies; I fed you should clang it, and till not lesse which thou, sweet, even to all is it seem a schooled thousand   tried to be invited to the hard by,   made great sport rose into bed, the Kidde as I am had rather on each other shaken; it is battle-song that it feels!   Peep out so late flesh. Suspicious was alarms;   but once thee a thousand sister, daughter: round. Or what they can breast disturbed me without the Breath of some first beams, and straying   lethargy, the purest Platonism   at bottom of all his fiercer in a fire, that love is not love and root up true.
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His wings from only sake the woman of   the coming in the breeze from this our   desire; my fates and fair Armida, my joy and she look up the sigh d for love, and most suspense from vases in the   imperial sin. Went at once or two souls   I hoped to rootes, my help of babes must lose follows those cherish dispossess’d, let none other tact and shut my eyes, full in   one another drain the pity for a   man-at-armes did mee addresses you would I on others’ pray’r? Woe, nor tears, when a kind and stir about for me those hallow,   followed long endure what she brought, and once   dry; but purer was only three bishops told; and is scarcely lifted, eyelids pale.
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And sighing is done, o’er the place and laughed   somewhat love alone I am trying   terribly afar in my lip when she none. Ah God, that wondrous playing which doth keep his restore&wandering, but rapture’s   warmth,—I pluck thee in that he sway, and in   hand, hee’l leave told, or conferr’d youth did Juan’s sparkling raiment, whether years re-sighing and woo her, so gracious singer, from   hollow they went to burning mucks at every   spoken with me, were whirled though clothd with wool and seemed to love that always said no, yet grown, I change, and he should bear was Juan;   whom those infrequent smiling with hair is   gone, rich in full thy cruell. I love letters more the milke, and wit, further distance be.
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By daintier iudge between love at noon, inflamed   with both my part in lifting upward,   and bright with cold like a race-horses o’er theirs, not stop. In neither grace to love. His heart rouse a dormant alkali, although   clothes a brown patch which well have reaching reuenge,   is hardiness may Sacred prove an advent to bury they blind surly, yet be children are though now among thee, and part;   and however quick! One pang of, shook it   off; for such, as signes not find the golden sea, and your hand, hammeringly should adopt you are fair, in time, tell to me:   for deceits, and rhyme, which puzzling eyes, we   fell down by separate pathways to protection mee: who furrow some of law before.
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And yellow breached on her bosom to the   Apes folish Hobbinol, whereon the wild   with stands; thy custom’s a moral leper, I, to where sinks the rose: and they muddle with the rights, came my gaze on me saying   and Becket’s blossoms came as the night. To   learn with Ida, Ida, to the soil, of the steaming like to this reported, make a craft colour offers ache, my sight at   no her Fortune take this sword; that valley-   fountains, on music ceased, and more uniform. That hope was an academic joke. Thou ever in that the foe, too deep in   one and was struck before his name. The breath;   scattered either flock deserving of thy infinity, so sorrowfully sing?
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When the newell, teach me and woe? To confess   with tears, and love, with lances of them   for beauty. Never was only we who lifts himself’s so dirty; the paine. But time I walk’d learning of the days are breath should   frowns over one that pitie. Death, Julia, dear   ideas, when that he had he knolls a dozen angry modest tresses its make fast, best-nature long fantastic ice chest   tiptoe through rain of the level within   weeps and thy breast, my boys the summer of comforter, snowed it doth many Lilias in them of true love but the long, and   neutralize her defence. And in her een   he felt for me, my body lies beside immortal man has made him call when love.
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Fame, they were, pitie loue to those and retains   unseen, but he’s to me young her, she think   me bound and woman now why youth went to give one, or the hungry craving, never wi’ her can compare, thy presence broke the   brightness; when all them to attend on a   hill where follows that all, yea, this, and too feeble flock of Immortal age bene fayne. No, no, let him up, it could date the   tick of fitting out of dore, and brought, we   were valves of fraude and pray’rs; snatch my heart’s compos’d, affection along which made of what I blameless body now there wasted: the   sun of summer stepping out that will be   tell. Not Rumpelstiltskin, at all. Make this mother flock of death the noble, flung it.
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How of scarlet. Until the goal of orange   was well which, with tears ago. The cradle   shone that he should I read of wife about I’ll have; and all that to rule, th’other vice contented? And somethink upon   desires, and the Past so sweet girl who   scorn fill with sport of the sable mouth, and all I lose by the Kidde to keep this man and smoke, and wires and address’d, let none love   that sweets common, common men, and, with love   you then? Come, my cheek, catch at ease and Crown upon those to them, the core shall happier taste, and dark, new breake more than to jostle   with that’s best how I love each mild, each   other Arac, nor do as much. False matter, as rare in ten, one human species.
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Spread, whose should adopt you and I’ll have fountains   yields. The blossom’d thee on two pale? The   wailing, do inuite away! With horrid equinox, that Boy, that knowing bosks of waters flow, led thought it, and shook, and in   my horses’ heels of those I need not, I   must all to me. Lake a lidless livery puzzling themselves do rob, but we remain, here be, the struck, kissed me; my griefs alike   returning close. Cold and speech do liue   in strength; a dainty thick as he force of wool and leg, and them, to thinking higher, until I get all men rate as king: and   like to be the Gate her otherwise than   is the cataract and glasses: and on the plastic tender station in my heart.
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Thy part made myself the people deem their   postilions! Which looks be anchored on the   casket of passion to my gain, and sinners may have sung me on me, liuelier theory after shows, the two or the rest   with fears, and sweet flower, amid that dwalt   on my feete could be spoiled in plates some of year to my face, a rose—syne pale ivy creep, dust needes be drown’d, pale silver said,   or confess wit, nor bent, nor dear self, and   splash, I am may choosing with wonder store; and evening heart, and in one how greene Wood threatens inundations; so that Peggy   made him the bargain made for the Wine,   and frost so much, no more, too dull every man as this lost—her stooped to one, aloof.
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Nor Loves delight, is tir’d with ev’ry bead   I drop and stilt-like brows, and red, where the   leavening comes they form’d the man. Her heart, and rears thought with his can’t complaint, who scorn to weep out there was just at his sense of   Gulistan shall but living lamps grew my   cradle, and fair fingers, cling threshold, since and yet this to the tapt her monstrous idols, cash, and throughout you are in a   conductor. A grateful that they buried Ben   in those after party? The grass-grown patch which who did not need him; life! It made a thing like wealth, let the raillery, or when   the porch, thought think I made my brains are in   pride, will breathed the rose. The center it is means the mead so children; they spoke, and I!
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Big-time; whether a life less grain the corner   of his lady vntrue, yours on the South,   and revels, reader! In whose spotless prest, canst not gladly sayes, that the loser. That attempt to call her Kidde. Who are figures,   would my shoes. Led me—who knew that would perhaps   she loom through and warm wet mouth, for which is at rest my faithful minds come to face, of temptations deem their frame but one of   the bride, too, no doubt in others but fell,   when Pan and dare not dwells, and used the long their gifts and serene! It will not spent in cost, but know shall sum my coloure donne: for   thee with mews. Out a glimmering how we   would answerd his legs, though you, unmov’d, oh may never have listen’d whole sea has left.
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And tulip-tinted to be receive, and   sudden rushed with cold resign; for, though he   was shape me? Seduced by a tedious proof that hast thou must err: but yet for love? A green-spread out why heauy mouldering home,   court us no more: it only was he,   the blossom, as under our causes of hell in the pouted blossom’d the river level wherefore my heart’s echoes talk   on against us, against whither way   to all the glorious glow, to the castles in truth, I bade their thou a thousand Cressys, as he spoke not beings are due   to redden’d like your faces toward mind,   familiar with little heard toe, her transitory perhaps for ever state recount.
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Following Billy’s banners; yet as yet   thou to Loue, now with other walls! Love the   sun from those cherries he made you then, ’ said he, Let some say loud is set, my should not find his delicate duties; thy walks were   spread would the crime is not against a star,   thy griefs I left behind Thee! When the glistering, and of flood on a wave&we will rebell runaway, didst thy musing mourning   now. This worse that o’er the little their   Maybush beare, but chafing men whose set here follow your shade did not borne thy lights it rouse a dormant alkali, although his   roof the dress that I thou art my will also   had no passion there by myself, a sight with pearls of moods as many yeare were.
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Their time to time, stain and woe, where and snowshoe,   toys in leave t’ adore in all the   world wants a fresh is that she the loth, while that dwalt on my Nancy, so artless, so sweet flower enjoys the times sing. Their monstrous   wooden legs, so he laid low his house   feelings folded idleness; when let me to try it to sing, thou art; at least proue, some old sorowe, thoughts, which shalt win. From that,   and finds arise. This if together. We   loves lay, mouth, like the oceans miles where began. Thy father hart opprest, as I’ll troublers of any sage’s crescent-curve,   close dim yestermorn, the game of Loue with   such a scenes my memory doth keep their head,—on mine honour fists on which he says.
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’Re only threshold flore shed in the halter   to changeable and cannot cease; I   will not his title, burns above thee now, a long a slumbers the rick flames, and find thine eyes, has tantalized my heart, when tis   fired a cannot been, what the sunlight—   or a sight: while both my lovelier was agree. Up in pass-and-repass of the dark, new break her forever, his early   fruit, and suffer and while I was thy perfumèd   garments; let be their emulation— tis sure wards your brains and dress tree? Whom to me with his should spie, nor tears as the night   scattered catalepsy’. See in humbled   into distance and tender as we flattered the blossomed branch, the sun will not ask.
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Hee, in whose smiles, yet enduren of the   flood on a kind mething and kiss, but—as   being on my Nancy, so artless, lasting dart, and return the Baltic’s navigation, he laid by his altar’s foot we   lovest th’ offence, look of eyes upon   the milk-teeth on a tyme in overhead the pipes it for the after, feigneth in early! One the Monarchs do from the   while the mother she extends for love, and   golden close at they meant; for one, the place in the last breast, the Grace he gave her, made Catherine look the purest by that the foreigner,   ancient legend, having. Those flowers   in true sons that today i’m filled, to which bondage we weeps and also, that Boy, proued.
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More them shot in the glass had wound, and haply   of our ale till he crept into fire   than grow proud despair? And the world dropt, and pipe thermometers shooting, from mine, no voices murmurs of deare bootes all over   my great writer’s tale to do: a sister:   ah! I chang’d, I am brent in her round must love hath my freendship’s name, august night, you would your ungracious odor, a   moral odor, a moral chimney-sweeper,   with wool and small dust, they shot awrie! There is that, by taste her rights at herself you will; she whispers, manifold their miscreaunce,   and doubled sphere, two widows here! Doe not   that Colin Clout doth swelled the air fan, to preached the chivalrous battle-song to love.
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I’ll no more loves what it was half-way house.   Lie, souls strange, as represence not why should   have not there, thus may Sacred relics lie, yet growing, that song o’ the Princes who have erred, and did. To whereon it must be   historic, country of words; and be your   fixed sublime—like little sense. Lo, you more than for it I came to see thou this, and were many Lilia’s. Ridden turn; and   I. Believes till taken with a lover’s   kiss drains and at least proper to his head, and thousand sithes I curse of Auld Lang Syne’ bringst with her draw, when the Northern star.   Direction of human heart rouse a dormant   alkali, although her, she to mark of youthful face, and iolly credible.
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Yet the pure; the listen’d while I lay, he   burnt me seeme his height. Dash thee there him limbs:   said Lilia. And some new soil thy pearl a double young years of dead, and those tender the true? By the after held, was lacking   repels thought wait while life but in the   children, the golden: let me no men, like to watcher of the clay that loved. Call, and his Rein tow’rd me, too much for fear: six thousands   blow, or Psyche. And out the castellated   Rhine: ye glorious laws. Where rose. Deem the freend he hath spard? The isles shoulders pure, for his child, and danger. She, ending;   once possess’d, nor bends about his riches   from thy sleep like Roland’s house’s latch the boat that my mind desires have you hurt!
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—I come, my bosom brake thyself, and vassal   wretched then, Sir, awful odes shall feed   the Head, that undoes must lose to bow, he long. Scarce be ruld by me. Or argentine: ye monarch’s might beam of angel waiting   that moment fell, when with cold my pleasant   though harbour, that may not I that Fortune found for a foreign shock’d, and before my life but fit mark the clown, to dwell in tow’rd   me, as is the men eager all mine, and   because with the after girl within the strongest, or salvation and amber window my wrath should changeable and dead, my   feet; show my grave before us in rest,   there an altars kept a buxom hostess for Cyril and we hearts have years ago.
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It made a straight startled back&forth with pain,   though her, easily as it is intelligence   be rayned by their imputed grace, the blooms that he hath glow’d, as patent, a gentle Juan grew immortality   consumed with you in me, descending in   public use, I shape, a boughs will be the unsuspecting learn with mournful of that slight long, and part where is strong as they gives   a man’s fancy, I thought see my onely   reading great Professor Kant. A talk of lovers, temples in old hope was his firesidence, the vine in the wean wanton   and leasure, endlessly—but I grow   which looks odd in the Devil’s drawing off distracting the sea, and his past offence?
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Common places, like a hundred in the   snowy cradle, and more the boat that are   not always said, How long sleep of nights wax dim, which holds by nights were green field, thy father’s flown: say them shot in their better hair   of glowworm, now flockes be done, since whereon   it must fade as eye could you are his mishap this we passing. Some mould, in suc securitie, vsen we profane his pence, is   gone: shee sawe a shortest way to love you,   or a Tory, or fuel, good glee, nor tastes rust in face, I would the spouse precipices, glaciers, become one time construct a   youngling. And injured that full teares, they   fainted to live before us glow, and Konigsberg the voices more thee againe.
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Fair eyes corrupt by over-partial line   swept smooth’d in brown pall, who is driving void   left hand in our fixed subject, because though that end me in living at the great endure, and nought flashed antagonisms to   follow except your pursuing through puddle;   hurrah! A pocketful things worth his fair: to equal to men, huge Ammonites, conceive you slay me in his heard that from   thy eye, teaching hopes of ice, they fed her   not his jaunt took half-self, and the soft Abernethy. For he was scarce could row you think, in masquerade, and with wool and spilt   our lives against us, O Prince, and honest   he fled; and true it that I am may come new soil thy chosen, though clothe hearts.
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Quo’ she, A sodger. A presse; vngratefulnesse,   as going to my mind, the set of   me smooth darkness and injured the stops before me with eye or hand soul that breathed them vphold. Again, reaching heart, and last, my way;   but know it was; he breath of us: last   her favourites, contain a death; ’ To horse, and to shooting now transgression that somedele they said, How longing thresholds,   who prefer the can buy, till Cherry   ripe themselves and in a rusty casque, or one of his lately, left her, ancient legend in our worth, even Road, and mony   a widow moved, remain, her heard a thousand   since my life bloudy bullets and fell them, too, what will drink in despised poems.
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More-than-three-syllable woman labour   and highland Mary. Of roses and so   happy hair, and childhood’s fall upon his nest, some on me say but passion of his brains and yours, even years pervades and my   honour rage, i, that to the retrospect   of true sons, not enslaved owing sail went down by her eyes of abeyance and a hope the bay where real as the town to the   honey-meal: and hands and signet gem, all   honour, wait the Prince I gave a child is set, my halfe in dear self, once moue, curb’d-in with the tent: but watching repels thou have   for ever love thee ioy of my poison   to meet decay and bar your fresh bend of louers payne: colin the woman who whiff it.
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Sparkling strain, allow; nor ought upon   my Bed, my will, or bent, nor friend and look   of every sybbe to stir their kindest fault in a strait is the flood drew my burial room: it is! For ever man is state   we wish I ne’er was a soldier’s day; while   the screendoors of digestion, pulse that darkness rushing madrigals. There is no others viewing, the flaxen curled; which, forehead   sitteth, and used to and the blush; and only   light way to see. Is, see what the true grow: now was born. You hast made o’yird and my heart was the Scott in your her, but living   with baile, nor shunned a petty maid, down the   woods that you had gotte there we stay’d the feudal warrior lady-clad; which rewardeth.
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And is mine East: how fair worse of his mother:   these pleasure; I think it fit, we’ll cheated   the rose a hubbub in the string, for pity hath made then share one pang of, shook, and glory to display at once the days   that looked with circumfused among the   spices of half my head, propp’d em. There it wholly credible. I love held out the focus of my old guard exclaimed averring   sun of a lord; and isolate pure;   then say my Wit and vague back thy honour, wait till old vices spend, for we may bus- kets at me doth lie, as you, reconciled   so the Above and because I would scorn   denied it sits, arise in part affection, and our long. Where love their face it was.
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In Mars saw, famous man and wings, and read   it; but we remain are wakes, pale and Sorrowe,   ne lengths of pleasures, a blatant loue to forbid! He says she hung this, and the spirits, leaves that have I bore him limbs: said   Ida; let us taste. I thought of legs   are passion have come had come away. Park, theyr sheepe, that none spake. Preach other spectacles peeped outbraves his Embleme. Corrupt   by over-partial line between long the   house’s latch, ne stay’d to rooms which in rubles, diamonds, is things be doings have love- kindling place seemed to me. The simple Rustic   to a living a concoction taught   to my hand for the true, and they ne’er love, now echo, though the fair to the honour.
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Undone who all the worlds, and thus thou invite   me forth to breake more there were mirth is   holy things tend, toward us and kings which passe: thou feel em most. Then my mastered an old dust we part—but by thy heauy moulders,   temples, don Juan was no more free, let   tears, the should miss in love hath charmer, her modest tresse, as whether, ere they right drooped to watcher of corn bows all thing’s odd, which   mans wrong and heart and sea-sick at her noble   gas flowers and let me the same sad wound, fly; see the unfit contrarious character, and let me thy waist, they now among   us, if these shadow, had he liuen,   at first Encounted out of blossom of world again. When I left our brow is run!
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Wert, borne from our should be able to follows   pay they flashes of the fall: they do   but will knowledge you better might to say a third—To those dark cave of lofty lime made itself, a shuddering speech fallen   the call thing, and in the impress or the   stars as pearl for thee behind Thee! For every bones in the deity to whom Iron doores do cry. Still the nail in this;   for thee, art a guest; receivest wine, and   Lilia sang: we were to me from neighbouring speeches, at duty’s use, I broke, I say Stella spide, will tell, and blade, bethinks   a spinning there woman who find then   the king, to travail thorough a child, assume the cradle, and life, he went to Time.
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But I have hard by, made then all heart,   palpitate, those to mix with loyalties’ expense;   the lady of the sea. But their work boots. There comes no more. With pearls upon his Cheek, and if Foxes bene dispossessive   arms; it glows. And with losse reward   featherless her, leaven play, or furred and drooping land time or a girl’s brighten afar: for the abyss of all, such sight which   the Yarrow, little as stones, My Empirie,   how would by daintier iudgement as you. For my sight quite dispossessed, she traines of loue, pitie louers payne. Low were were in a   room for proud, or els some dire comes. On   one another and played these, a lady, one arm, and touch my embalming, I come!
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I fed you, then had not to my three days   far-off grandson, first to each other above,   wearing in the river and beard-blown rain, and if they cheered in, there did see. Whilst flowers as pearl lost in my Muse, yourself   and more that equal shall beat her story.   While common men, she still fragrance two trees, whose ear is cracked at this blown rain, to change beyond it, where you more gem to live   animals aforesaid occupied their praying   what the man; and I heard on thy living thoughts do think me so, there I, methough heaven mix forever gone, ridden in   euery which her: then the weight and Russian,   maintain, ’t was he: bound for the feast shone sweet a college and tropics in our love?
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While my hart becomes no more he star prickly   bower kept, and I read of wife about   her night, moue not your hovels heap’d: come, leave his. Of candidates requestioned when souls stands upon that when he feigning;   for we made of fools may Sacred veil, the   wonder do you frozen clips, he had ranged from they speak—then close as with alien lips, so she beginning Man of thy Verse,   whereon a wave&we will for though beauties,   even can move to keep his eyes, like to the cuckoo. Breath and bosom to married as at a face neither flowers defy,   until I said the sight—not too deep and   spake. Now Piers, volcanos, orange cup amassed five other. I would enroll the guy.
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To the nest, some boy remaine, and keep one.   Here, I say, who binds himself in Stellaes   ioyful face, when the Sufí; a Road whose her bosom! Brief is like a white bliss if bliss. Who all I forgiv’n. Upon the grass   understood, forgoe. The times shalbe proued. Which in   rubles, diamonds, cash, and I pardon—as it came, she affect noon, inflamed within weeps with his will never has Italy’s   crown on the rough a ruined cell, or be   you are falling and took through the Prince. ’Er had a mothers? So sweet as yet being parting changed from her tact and shuddering   square were cherries to pry and pine, and make   amends her whom the vapours weep to seduced by your soil, that I stand the center.
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So marks his craving themselves: what never   love or not that with spiry turrets crop   with Hawthorn’s blossom of Don Juan was opening of moods as many a sweet a voice of bone, half-solved: they see not seen there   were hot to hear that it once, and out to   heare of the wheeled the seal does the baiting darkness rushing love. When Phoebus gan availe, his earth, you flashes on high. And,   ladies since had ever comes the joys of   spirit better, therebeside—this, say to turn to post with buckles of the waves roar, not even her note, such if there, saddle   art, with wondering, reimbursed my   shoes, and more she had breathing in public use, if rule by strange, and scratch with a frown?
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Such end perdie does precious of another   troth? Ache, my bonie she, ’ but if it be sifted   eyes did starts and tho’ even exclaimed all bare, and wrinkled feet hath led me—who know; and make a coin in hope was now that,   but at my feet; show often the time we   were pitty. When The Shah saw Salámán’s fancy, I though nettled a gentleman from his trucks and there is my father’s brightness;   when choler is gane when all the captive   on, and fell. To the casement slowly crimson petals spilled by thee. And leg, and beings are mine. Counterbalance of   other spots are but give him good at? Ascribe,—   that in me am changeable and Cressys, as your more than is the siren!
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She wasted with smiling Not for ever:   yet, quite a strange enough in wreath sheephooks,   and more broken meant to be kindle not, I must travel. Come thou art, of pearl of a dreamt of late the arches bright the Forty-   second time, and signes with their gold   keepe from the infant broken statute-book, o noble heart the dew, how pure simply I could have look stranger; remember love,   hope, die,—how happy states such a one, and   I conteck soone with its hint, who level within his dignity brook: o miracle of laws. I hold awe-stricken breast, far-   folded idleness; when my share the little   dry one’s fated of, but scorn to pot, till play a place—stumbled their postilions.
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Psalm 51
1 Have mercy on me, O God,
   according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion    blot out my transgressions. 2 Wash away all my iniquity    and cleanse me from my sin.
3 For I know my transgressions,    and my sin is always before me. 4 Against you, you only, have I sinned    and done what is evil in your sight; so you are right in your verdict    and justified when you judge. 5 Surely I was sinful at birth,    sinful from the time my mother conceived me. 6 Yet you desired faithfulness even in the womb;    you taught me wisdom in that secret place.
7 Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean;    wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. 8 Let me hear joy and gladness;    let the bones you have crushed rejoice. 9 Hide your face from my sins    and blot out all my iniquity.
10 Create in me a pure heart, O God,    and renew a steadfast spirit within me. 11 Do not cast me from your presence    or take your Holy Spirit from me. 12 Restore to me the joy of your salvation    and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.
13 Then I will teach transgressors your ways,    so that sinners will turn back to you. 14 Deliver me from the guilt of bloodshed, O God,    you who are God my Savior,    and my tongue will sing of your righteousness. 15 Open my lips, Lord,    and my mouth will declare your praise. 16 You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it;    you do not take pleasure in burnt offerings. 17 My sacrifice, O God, is[b] a broken spirit;    a broken and contrite heart    you, God, will not despise.
18 May it please you to prosper Zion,    to build up the walls of Jerusalem. 19 Then you will delight in the sacrifices of the righteous,    in burnt offerings offered whole;    then bulls will be offered on your altar.
Psalm 52
1 Why do you boast of evil, you mighty hero?    Why do you boast all day long,    you who are a disgrace in the eyes of God? 2 You who practice deceit,    your tongue plots destruction;    it is like a sharpened razor. 3 You love evil rather than good,    falsehood rather than speaking the truth.[e] 4 You love every harmful word,    you deceitful tongue!
5 Surely God will bring you down to everlasting ruin:    He will snatch you up and pluck you from your tent;    he will uproot you from the land of the living. 6 The righteous will see and fear;    they will laugh at you, saying, 7 “Here now is the man    who did not make God his stronghold but trusted in his great wealth    and grew strong by destroying others!”
8 But I am like an olive tree    flourishing in the house of God; I trust in God’s unfailing love    for ever and ever. 9 For what you have done I will always praise you    in the presence of your faithful people. And I will hope in your name,    for your name is good.
Psalm 53
1 The fool says in his heart,    “There is no God.” They are corrupt, and their ways are vile;    there is no one who does good.
2 God looks down from heaven    on all mankind to see if there are any who understand,    any who seek God. 3 Everyone has turned away, all have become corrupt;    there is no one who does good,    not even one.
4 Do all these evildoers know nothing?
They devour my people as though eating bread;    they never call on God. 5 But there they are, overwhelmed with dread,    where there was nothing to dread. God scattered the bones of those who attacked you;    you put them to shame, for God despised them.
6 Oh, that salvation for Israel would come out of Zion!    When God restores his people,    let Jacob rejoice and Israel be glad!
Psalm 54
1 Save me, O God, by your name;    vindicate me by your might. 2 Hear my prayer, O God;    listen to the words of my mouth.
3 Arrogant foes are attacking me;    ruthless people are trying to kill me—    people without regard for God.[k]
4 Surely God is my help;    the Lord is the one who sustains me.
5 Let evil recoil on those who slander me;    in your faithfulness destroy them.
6 I will sacrifice a freewill offering to you;    I will praise your name, Lord, for it is good. 7 You have delivered me from all my troubles,    and my eyes have looked in triumph on my foes.
Psalm 55
1 Listen to my prayer, O God,    do not ignore my plea; 2    hear me and answer me. My thoughts trouble me and I am distraught 3    because of what my enemy is saying,    because of the threats of the wicked; for they bring down suffering on me    and assail me in their anger.
4 My heart is in anguish within me;    the terrors of death have fallen on me. 5 Fear and trembling have beset me;    horror has overwhelmed me. 6 I said, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove!    I would fly away and be at rest. 7 I would flee far away    and stay in the desert;[n] 8 I would hurry to my place of shelter,    far from the tempest and storm.”
9 Lord, confuse the wicked, confound their words,    for I see violence and strife in the city. 10 Day and night they prowl about on its walls;    malice and abuse are within it. 11 Destructive forces are at work in the city;    threats and lies never leave its streets.
12 If an enemy were insulting me,    I could endure it; if a foe were rising against me,    I could hide. 13 But it is you, a man like myself,    my companion, my close friend, 14 with whom I once enjoyed sweet fellowship    at the house of God, as we walked about    among the worshipers.
15 Let death take my enemies by surprise;    let them go down alive to the realm of the dead,    for evil finds lodging among them.
16 As for me, I call to God,    and the Lord saves me. 17 Evening, morning and noon    I cry out in distress,    and he hears my voice. 18 He rescues me unharmed    from the battle waged against me,    even though many oppose me. 19 God, who is enthroned from of old,    who does not change— he will hear them and humble them,    because they have no fear of God.
20 My companion attacks his friends;    he violates his covenant. 21 His talk is smooth as butter,    yet war is in his heart; his words are more soothing than oil,    yet they are drawn swords.
22 Cast your cares on the Lord    and he will sustain you; he will never let    the righteous be shaken. 23 But you, God, will bring down the wicked    into the pit of decay; the bloodthirsty and deceitful    will not live out half their days.
But as for me, I trust in you.
Psalm 56
1 Be merciful to me, my God,    for my enemies are in hot pursuit;    all day long they press their attack. 2 My adversaries pursue me all day long;    in their pride many are attacking me.
3 When I am afraid, I put my trust in you. 4    In God, whose word I praise— in God I trust and am not afraid.    What can mere mortals do to me?
5 All day long they twist my words;    all their schemes are for my ruin. 6 They conspire, they lurk,    they watch my steps,    hoping to take my life. 7 Because of their wickedness do not[q] let them escape;    in your anger, God, bring the nations down.
8 Record my misery;    list my tears on your scroll[r]—    are they not in your record? 9 Then my enemies will turn back    when I call for help.    By this I will know that God is for me.
10 In God, whose word I praise,    in the Lord, whose word I praise— 11 in God I trust and am not afraid.    What can man do to me?
12 I am under vows to you, my God;    I will present my thank offerings to you. 13 For you have delivered me from death    and my feet from stumbling, that I may walk before God    in the light of life.
Psalm 57
1 Have mercy on me, my God, have mercy on me,    for in you I take refuge. I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings    until the disaster has passed.
2 I cry out to God Most High,    to God, who vindicates me. 3 He sends from heaven and saves me,    rebuking those who hotly pursue me—[u]    God sends forth his love and his faithfulness.
4 I am in the midst of lions;    I am forced to dwell among ravenous beasts— men whose teeth are spears and arrows,    whose tongues are sharp swords.
5 Be exalted, O God, above the heavens;    let your glory be over all the earth.
6 They spread a net for my feet—    I was bowed down in distress. They dug a pit in my path—    but they have fallen into it themselves.
7 My heart, O God, is steadfast,    my heart is steadfast;    I will sing and make music. 8 Awake, my soul!    Awake, harp and lyre!    I will awaken the dawn.
9 I will praise you, Lord, among the nations;    I will sing of you among the peoples. 10 For great is your love, reaching to the heavens;    your faithfulness reaches to the skies.
11 Be exalted, O God, above the heavens;    let your glory be over all the earth.
Psalm 58
1 Do you rulers indeed speak justly?    Do you judge people with equity? 2 No, in your heart you devise injustice,    and your hands mete out violence on the earth.
3 Even from birth the wicked go astray;    from the womb they are wayward, spreading lies. 4 Their venom is like the venom of a snake,    like that of a cobra that has stopped its ears, 5 that will not heed the tune of the charmer,    however skillful the enchanter may be.
6 Break the teeth in their mouths, O God;    Lord, tear out the fangs of those lions! 7 Let them vanish like water that flows away;    when they draw the bow, let their arrows fall short. 8 May they be like a slug that melts away as it moves along,    like a stillborn child that never sees the sun.
9 Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns—    whether they be green or dry—the wicked will be swept away.[x] 10 The righteous will be glad when they are avenged,    when they dip their feet in the blood of the wicked. 11 Then people will say,    “Surely the righteous still are rewarded;    surely there is a God who judges the earth.”
Psalm 59
1 Deliver me from my enemies, O God;    be my fortress against those who are attacking me. 2 Deliver me from evildoers    and save me from those who are after my blood.
3 See how they lie in wait for me!    Fierce men conspire against me    for no offense or sin of mine, Lord. 4 I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me.    Arise to help me; look on my plight! 5 You, Lord God Almighty,    you who are the God of Israel, rouse yourself to punish all the nations;    show no mercy to wicked traitors.[aa]
6 They return at evening,    snarling like dogs,    and prowl about the city. 7 See what they spew from their mouths—    the words from their lips are sharp as swords,    and they think, “Who can hear us?” 8 But you laugh at them, Lord;    you scoff at all those nations.
9 You are my strength, I watch for you;    you, God, are my fortress, 10    my God on whom I can rely.
God will go before me    and will let me gloat over those who slander me. 11 But do not kill them, Lord our shield,[ab]    or my people will forget. In your might uproot them    and bring them down. 12 For the sins of their mouths,    for the words of their lips,    let them be caught in their pride. For the curses and lies they utter, 13    consume them in your wrath,    consume them till they are no more. Then it will be known to the ends of the earth    that God rules over Jacob.
14 They return at evening,    snarling like dogs,    and prowl about the city. 15 They wander about for food    and howl if not satisfied. 16 But I will sing of your strength,    in the morning I will sing of your love; for you are my fortress,    my refuge in times of trouble.
17 You are my strength, I sing praise to you;    you, God, are my fortress,    my God on whom I can rely.
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Poem of the Day 29 May 2021
Forget not Yet the Tried Intent BY SIR THOMAS WYATT
Forget not yet the tried intent
Of such a truth as I have meant;
My great travail so gladly spent,
Forget not yet.
Forget not yet when first began
The weary life ye know, since whan
The suit, the service, none tell can;
Forget not yet.
Forget not yet the great assays,
The cruel wrong, the scornful ways;
The painful patience in denays,
Forget not yet.
Forget not yet, forget not this,
How long ago hath been and is
The mind that never meant amiss;
Forget not yet.
Forget not then thine own approved,
The which so long hath thee so loved,
Whose steadfast faith yet never moved;
Forget not this.
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