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trensu · 1 year ago
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A part of a continuation of Hawkins Halfway House for Homeless Horrors which is also on AO3.
Robin liked to make fun of him but she didn’t understand his early bird tendencies. Steve grew up playing multiple sports. That kind of lifestyle gives the body expectations. If Steve didn’t do his morning jogs, he’d be crawling up the walls halfway through the day with all his pent up restlessness. He’d tried on multiple occasions to convince her to join him since it hadn’t escaped his notice that Robin was also full of restless energy. She laughed in his face every time.
Okay, she might also have been laughing at him for his jogging outfit, but screw Robin! What did she know about athletic clothes? And there was nothing wrong with yellow! It was a happy color! Why wouldn’t he want to wear his favorite color doing one of his favorite activities?
He ran his usual route. It took him down the main street where he got to see all the shop owners get their stores ready for the day. He waved at Mr. Newby as he jogged past his electronics shop. He liked Mr. Newby. He’d helped Steve pick out the walkman he used during his morning run, and then fixed it when Steve dropped it and Robin stepped on it two days after Steve bought it. When Steve jogged past the diner, Benny gave him his usual nod of acknowledgement, which Steve returned with a smile.
Steve mapped out his jog so it lasted him the better part of an hour and finished with a quick circuit around his neighborhood. Between the main street and his neighborhood was a pleasant patch of green. There were enough trees to attract small woodland critters but not so many trees as to block out the morning sunshine. It provided a nice division between living quarters and the modest shopping district Hawkins boasted.
Steve started to slow his strides now that he was entering the last leg of his route. He looked down to fiddle with the walkman clipped at his waist in order to fast-forward the tape to the next song. In the moment of distraction, Steve tripped over a ball, of all things. Steve managed to catch himself before earning what would’ve been his third concussion. Feeling a bit huffy, Steve bent down to grab the ball that nearly murdered him.
It was a well-loved thing. A red, white, and blue basketball, scuffed up and worn smooth from use. He had no idea what it was doing at the side of a road near the woods.
Except no, wait a minute.
Steve blinked rapidly, trying to clear his eyes. He was on the sidewalk in front of an unfamiliar house. A black boy was peeking over the battered old fence surrounding the house. He had a bandana tied around his forehead and a sheepish expression on his face.
“Sorry!” the boy called. “I didn’t mean to throw it so hard! Can you give it back, mister?”
“Uh, sure,” Steve said, still trying to figure out how he arrived here. He didn’t recognize the street at all. Instead of throwing the ball back, he walked it over. The boy grinned at him when he handed the ball over the fence.
“Thanks!”
“No problem, kid,” Steve smiled back. The boy looked ready to dash back to the big tree off the driveway that had an old basketball hoop attached to the trunk. Steve cleared his throat. “Hey, could you tell me what street this is? I think I got myself turned around.”
“Oh, sure!” the boy said. “This is Upside Down Avenue. If you go that way and turn right, you’ll be on Flayer Drive, but if you go this way and turn left you’ll be on Creel Street.”
“...I don’t think I know those. Do you know which direction to get to the shopping district?”
The boy opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by barking. He let out an ‘oof’ when he was bowled over and out of view. The barking grew louder and more agitated. Was this a dog attack? Dogs could do some really bad damage on a kid. There wasn’t any screaming but what if the kid had hit his head and lost consciousness?
Steve, in his worry, ran and leapt over the fence. He barely cleared it but the fact he cleared it at all would be very impressive later when he wasn’t trying to save a kid.
When he landed on the other side, the boy was sprawled on the ground with a very, very large puppy on him. It growling and tugging at the collar of his shirt. It didn’t appear to have actually bitten the boy, though, so that was good.
“Erica, get off me! He was just asking for directions!” the boy said over the growling. He rolled over, taking the large puppy with him. He grabbed at the long black fur on the puppy’s neck and yanked her off him with surprising strength.
The puppy struggled out of the boy’s grasp and plopped down next to him. It had stopped growling and seemed to be sulking. The boy got to his feet and tried to dust himself off but the grass stains were not going to come out either, Steve knew this from experience. Steve crouched down next to the boy.
“Are you hurt?” Steve looked closely. He thought he had seen some scratches on the boy during the scuffle, but they were gone when he tried to find them now. “I thought that dog had you.”
“Nah, that’s just my dumb little sister. She can’t hurt me that bad,” the boy said with a shrug. The puppy let out a yappy sort of bark and the boy stuck his tongue out at it. Steve looked between the two of them.
“Your sister?” Steve asked. The boy’s eyes widened and a small growl started up in the dog.
“My little sister’s dog!” the boy yelped. “That’s what I meant. This is my little sister’s dog.” The boy looked really nervous. He was probably embarrassed. Steve gave him a smile.
“That’s alright, I get my words mixed up sometimes, too,” he said easily. Steve thought the dog snorted at that, but that was ridiculous. He probably imagined it. He got up and went over to grab the battered basketball that had gone flying when the boy had been bowled over. He threw it to the boy who caught it with ease. “So, you like basketball?”
The boy’s face lit up. “Yeah! I wanna join the team when I go to school.”
“Heck yeah, bud,” Steve grinned. “I used to be captain of the basketball team when I was in high school. It’s a lot of fun. What grade are you in?”
“Fifth,” he said. “But I’ll be going to Hawkins Middle School next year so I wanna be ready to try out by then. Hey, hey, can I show you what I can do? And you can tell me if I’ll make the team or not?”
Steve checked his watch. His run had already gone longer than it should have, and he still had to figure out how to get back to familiar ground so he could get home. On the other hand, he was stuck with another lousy afternoon shift. He didn’t technically have anything urgent to get done before then. He ran a hand through his damp hair to clear it from his face. He wondered where the kid’s parents were; they’d probably freak out about having some random guy watching their son shoot hoops. The kid looked at him so hopefully, though.
“Sure, I can do that,” Steve said.
The kid pumped his fist in victory, but the puppy started barking loudly. It circled the boy agitatedly. The boy tried to shove the puppy away but the puppy pranced out of reach before circling him again.
“Shut up, Erica! You’re spazzing for no reason,” the kid snapped.
“Lucas!”
A red-haired girl stomped across the yard at an alarming speed. Wisps of hair not tied back with the rest whipped around her face as a gust blew over the yard. Lucas nearly dropped the basketball with how quick he turned to see the girl. He did trip over the–still shockingly big, seriously, Steve didn’t know puppies could get that big– puppy who had stopped circling him the minute the girl shouted but had sat directly behind Lucas. The ball rolled over to where Steve stood.
“Max!” Lucas said, flustered, as he picked himself up. But Max didn’t acknowledge him. Instead she planted herself firmly between him and Steve. She glared at Steve furiously.
“Who are you?” she demanded. “You’re not supposed to be here.”
“Max, it’s fine,” Lucas said, reaching out to touch her shoulder but she shrugged him off roughly, her wide eyes never leaving Steve even as the wind picked up.
“No, it isn’t. He could be anybody,” she said. Her hands were balled into fists and trembled slightly. She saw him noticing and paled. She crossed her arms defensively so her hands were completely hidden. In response, Steve relaxed his stance. He kept his hands in full view and kept his movements gentle. He knew what fear looked like when he saw it.
“You’re right,” Steve said calmly. “I’m Steve. I got lost and Lucas was nice enough to let me know where I was so I can try to find myself back.”
“You told him what?” Max asked, alarmed. It was Lucas’s turn to get defensive.
“He was on the other side of the fence! It wasn’t a big deal. And now the fence let him in, so it’s all okay anyway.”
“It will be,” Max hissed. “Eddie heard Erica barking. He’s on his way.”
“Shit,” Lucas groaned, burying his face in his hands.
“Language,” Steve scolded reflexively. A stronger gust of wind blew around him. His eyes started to water from all the wind. He rubbed his eyes to relieve some of the grittiness and kept them at a squint to protect them from the wind. He could barely see anything.
“How did you get here before Eddie?” he heard Lucas ask Max, apparently ignoring Steve’s scolding entirely.
“I told you, I’m a zoomer.” For the first time since she arrived, Max’s voice held a hint of playfulness.
“Zoomers aren’t a thing,” Lucas snorted in amusement.
The wind let up enough by then that Steve could open his eyes, just in time to see a man walking towards them. The puppy shot off towards the man and then kept pace with him, yipping the whole time. If it weren’t a dog, Steve would have thought it was tattling on him. With the wind whipping that dark curly hair around, Steve couldn’t get a good look at the man’s face, but he moved his body fluidly and with surety. Seeing such confidence in movement always made Steve’s stomach swoop pleasantly.
When the man reached them, he placed a gentle hand on Max’s shoulder.
“You can cool it now, Maxie,” the gorgeous man said, gesturing vaguely upwards. His voice was tender and low and Steve had the ridiculous desire to swim in it. Max didn’t look at Eddie but nodded firmly once. The wind around them finally died down. “Why don’t you three go inside?”
“But nothing happened! Erica is making it sound worse than it was,” Lucas protests. “And I still need to practice!”
“You can practice later. Go inside now,” Eddie said. Lucas looked ready to argue but Max grabbed his hand and started to drag him back. Lucas all but melted when her hand touched his, and he followed her, starry eyed. The puppy was close at their heels. In unspoken agreement, they both waited until the kids were out of sight before conversing. Steve reached out to shake Eddie’s hand.
“Hey, I’m Steve–”
“I know who you are,” Eddie scowled. “How did you get in here? That fence is warded and I know you don’t have Jeff’s card anymore.”
Warded was a weird way to say locked, and Steve had no idea how Eddie knew the guy that scammed him that time. Unless it was someone else? Jeff was a common name…but there was only one Jeff that gave him a card. Steve shook his head.
“I don’t know if the gate was locked or not. I sort of jumped the fence?”
Eddie blinked at him. “You…jumped the fence.”
“Yeah? I mean, I don’t go around jumping into people’s fenced off property, but I thought Lucas had gotten hurt so I kind of reacted without thinking.” Steve ran his hand nervously through his hair. Eddie had eyes that were…wow. They’d probably be prettier if they weren’t glaring at Steve, sure, but Steve wouldn’t survive if Eddie’s eyes looked at him with the same softness he had when he had spoken to Max.
Eddie stomped over to the fence and hovered his hands over the top of it. Then down the side of it without ever actually touching the wood. Whatever it was that he was doing, it made his brow furrow. He looked back to the house, scowl still firmly in place.
“What are you doing?” Eddie asked loudly.
“Nothing!” Steve responded. He was literally just standing there, confused as hell.
“I’m not talking to you,” Eddie snapped at him, then returned his attention to the house. “You let him jump over like it was a regular fence? What are you up to, huh?”
Steve felt a retroactive burst of fear when he remembered electric fences existed. He felt stupid a split second later because the fence was the plain wooden plank kind. It wasn’t even a good wooden fence. Frankly, it looked about ready to collapse in on itself.
Steve was about to say so when he saw the house shiver. It shifted like a guilty child shuffled their feet.
“What the fuck,” Steve said instead. “What the fuck.”
Eddie let out a long sigh.
“Seriously, did you see–”
A captivating song flooded his senses. There was a brief moment of ‘this has happened before’ but it was washed away before Steve could grasp it. It wasn’t important. What mattered was that beautiful Eddie was singing his beautiful song.
“Go home, Steve,” Eddie said while the song swirled around them. “Forget.”
Steve threw his keys in the bowl kept near the entry. Far more gently, he took off his headphones, coiled them around his walkman, and set it next to the bowl. On the couch, Robin lounged and read one of her weird literature books. Clearly she was enjoying her day off. She looked up when Steve entered.
“Hey dingus, what took you so long?” she asked.
Normally, Steve’s morning run cleared his head. It helped him get ready and focused for the day. Today, though, Steve’s mind felt like a muddy puddle. He half wanted to go on another run but that probably wouldn’t have made a difference.
“Steve?” Robin asked. She wore a concerned expression. Steve realized that he hadn’t answered her question.
“Got turned around,” Steve mumbled.
“You got lost,” Robin said in disbelief. “On the run you’ve been doing every day since we moved here?”
Steve shrugged. “Some kid gave me directions, I guess? But I'm home now.”
He didn’t know why he said that last part out loud. It seemed important but obviously Robin could see he was home. Robin’s expression became even more concerned.
“Are you okay?” she asked. Steve nodded numbly. He didn’t want her to worry. There wasn’t any need for it. He was home now.
“Yeah, I’m just tired,” Steve said. “I think I’m gonna take a nap before work.”
“Okay, if you say so.”
Robin did not sound convinced but she let it go, much to Steve’s relief. He headed to his room. A nap would help him get his head straight.
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stormee-jiiva · 11 months ago
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Through Fire & Blood III
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Kyōjurō Rengoku x DragonRider!Reader
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I've had this stored away a very long time in a dark corner where I completely forgot about it
So I'm finally going to post the last chapter I wrote for it and then this fic is up for adoption :3
Hope you enjoy this last chapter from me
Part One
Part Two
It wasn't until Kyōjurō was turning the corner to his home did he realise that you’d called him ‘Mister Loud Restaurant Man’. which had him grinning for a delectable little moment before the realisation that you didn't know his name came crashing down. That realisation was soon brutally crushed as another realisation came crashing down. 
Kyōjurō didn’t know your name either. Kyōjurō had been walking on autopilot, lost oh so deep in the ocean of thoughts about the whole ordeal that didn't even realise he’d made it home, to his room in fact. He stood silently at his door, bewildered at how lost in his thoughts he’d become. 
Putting on his sleepwear Kyōjurō replayed the scene in his head mulling over what he could’ve done differently. He lay down in his futon, his thoughts still swirling, however Kyōjurō was not one to linger on what ifs, so he decided to rectify his mistake with a deceptively simple idea. Exchanging names.
You had been wearing a delicate grin amongst your blooming cheeks with your head in the clouds–both literally and figuratively–since your little woodland encounter. Of course, your small band of friends had quickly noticed the change in behaviour. 
“You know, for someone that just got knocked out of the sky, you seem awfully…giddy,” Arthur spoke, Your friends hummed in agreement before trying to pry answers from your stammering lips, all the while your dragon giggled in glee knowing the reason you were acting so unusual. It didn't take long for the rest of your team to start prying for details, each of them blasting you with question after question. At this rate they'd end up blasting you out of the sky with their constant stream of inquiries. As if you needed to be rapidly plummeting back to earth again today.
After the horrendous ride back you’d remained sat on your bed carefully tending to your dragon’s wounds. Being sure to make up a better splint for a more effective recovery. The night's events played ever looping in your mind, thoughts flooding your brain and spilling out your mouth. Your dragon half-heartedly listens to your worries. Of course it wasn't that the beast didn't care, they certainly did, It's just that you seemed a bit… hysterical about the topic at hand. Raving about how strange demons were and how stunningly heroic your rescuer had been. Your thoughts were spinning and you went with them spilling an endless sea from the depths of your mind out through your mouth. 'What's up with demons? Could they be connected to the hunter activity in the area? What about this Demon Slayer Corps? Could they help if the demons and hunters are connected? Would they? And then there was your oh so handsome saviour tonight… 'The way he swung his sword…' or 'how the brilliant flames seemed to make him appear ethereal…'
Your dragon rolled their eyes, oh boy were you hooked.
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The next time you meet it was certainly not at a restaurant. Although once upon a time it could've been. Kyōjurō has been sent to an old abandoned mansion near the coast that'd supposedly been cursed. People would see bright flashes from the far off abode combined with the most horrible screams and screeches. The corps had initially sent in a few teams to investigate but none had reported back. Now the corps was sending in the Flame Hashira.
You on the other hand were following up on hunter attacks with the rest of your team. You'd managed to narrow down possible hunter bases to 3 main points on the coast. 
Over the next week the team would investigate each location to see if their suspicions were true.
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loosesodamarble · 4 months ago
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The Beasts in the Shadows Chapter 1: Those Forsaken by the Land
Summary: We get a glimpse of a peasant family in the Forsaken Realm. Meanwhile, Josele looks back on a part of her life and begins having questions. Genre: general Word count: ~3000
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Horto. A village located near the furthest edge of the Forsaken Realm. The nearest neighboring settlement was Hage.
Where Hage was a farming town, Horto specialized in the production of lumber. The village was built on the outskirts of a forest, dense in its foliage thanks to the nutrient rich soil and various streams which ran through the area. It was natural for the people of Horto to make their living off lumber with so many trees around.
Another business was also present in Horto, that of hunting wild beasts for meat. And the ones who hunted were the Yverns. Their home was a cabin built between the town’s edge and the beginning of the woodlands. It was where they lived, stored their equipment, and even butchered the animals they hunted.
A middle-aged woman—Dehlila Yvern—with a muscular build and unruly, red hair returned home late in the night. She stepped inside and was greeted by the sight of her husband, Braun, tending to a dying fireplace. He turned his head to the door and smiled at Dehlila.
“Welcome home, Dehl,” he said with a soft voice.
“Yup, I’m back,” Dehlila answered. She placed her set of weapons by the threshold of the cabin and slid off her boots. As she made her way over to the fireplace, she whispered, “The wilderness is growing more aggressive by the day.”
“Dangerous hunt?” Braun asked, to which Dehlila nodded. He then coaxed her into sitting at the hearth. “Everyone is at least safe, yeah?”
“Mhm. No severe injuries,” Dehlila replied plainly. “But I can’t help but feel unsettled.” Her attention turned to a window and she gazed at the night sky, obscured by clouds. “I wonder if the Qliphoth ritual unleashed negative mana that’s become a part of the land and… tainted it, I guess?”
“You think it’s connected?” Braun crossed his arms and tapped his heel against the floor. “Well I dunno much about devils so it could be.”
“Haah…” Dehlila buried her face in her hands. “Or maybe I’m going crazy.”
Braun reached over and touched Dehlila’s shoulder.
“You’re not, dear. Trust me.”
The couple grinned at each other, feeling more at ease thanks to each other.
“So how were things while I was away?” Dehlila questioned, straight and to the point. “With a whole week, something must’ve happened right?”
“Yeah. Plenty happened,” Braun muttered. “We finally heard back from the Southern Enclave about the albaachs. The herd moved on quietly.” As he explained, Delilah silently listened. “The Eastern Enclave is on high alert for the waters. As for us, Ross and Bianco went scouting with Oliver and found a den just four miles into the woods. They cleared it out already though.”
“Four miles? That’s too close for comfort…”
“Really is. We ought to push back before the beasts’ territory encroaches on the town.” Braun paused to scoop cold ashes over the fire and smother the last of the flames. “And we received the replacements for the damaged equipment from the encounter with that Letum.”
Dehlila let out a relieved exhale. “About time. It’s been nearly two months and only now do we get new tools?” She shook her head and with it, her annoyance dissipated. Then she asked, “And how’s Cassandra’s training?”
“Ah… That.” Braun patted his knees for a moment as he seemed to collect himself. “Sibyl says that the little one’s got a good grasp of her powers already. Cass can use her magic when she wants to, but it still acts up on its own sometimes.”
Dehlila listened, humming and nodding along to Braun’s explanation.
“I suppose I can’t expect more than that. She’s still only four,” Dehlila muttered. “Still, I’ll test her tomorrow to see just how well she’s doing.”
Perhaps it was demanding for the Yverns to have Cassandra training her magic in earnest at such a young age. But as peasants, they had to work hard to simply survive. Dehlila, Braun, and their other kids had gone through similar training from a young age as well. It felt necessary to teach Cassandra how to use magic early in preparation for the future in a world where magic was everything. Especially with the nature of the child’s magic.
After making sure the fire was completely put out, Dehlila and Braun went upstairs, led by candlelight. They passed by the two bedrooms that were split between the sons and daughters of the family. The couple reached their room and when they entered, there was already someone on the bed.
A little girl with messy red hair that was so disheveled that it almost covered her mismatched eyes, one blue and one gray.
“Cass?” Dehlila went over to the bed and climbed onto it. “What’re you doing here?”
“Mommy got home,” Cassandra replied. “I wanted to see you.”
“Oh baby.” Laughing, Dehlila patted her daughter on the head. “You could’ve seen me in the morning.”
“But I wanted to see you no—ahhhhh…” Cassandra muttered before a yawn rose from her throat.
Braun, now sitting with his wife and daughter, chuckled, “Look what you get for sneaking around at night.” He scooped up Cassandra and bounced her in his arms. “All tuckered out.”
“Can I sleep with Mommy and Daddy tonight?” Cassandra asked while rubbing her eyes. “Helen’s all kicky tonight. And I get kicked from bed a lots…”
“Alrighty then. Sleep with Mommy and Daddy tonight,” Dehlila whispered. She brushed Cassandra’s bangs a bit, causing a shimmer of silver to be seen from within the locks, then kissed the girl’s forehead.
The parents changed into their night clothes then joined Cassandra under the blankets.
“Lullaby?”
“Which one, Cass?” Dehlila asked.
“My favorite. Pretty please?”
“Okay then…” Dehlila took a breath before she began to sing a low, slow song.
“Under the sunset, at day's end… Come nearer, child, and grasp my hand tight. The wind grows cold. Shadows grow deep. But I'm here to guard you, and be your light.”
Cassandra hummed, pleased by the sound of her mother’s singing voice.
Dehlila smiled at the sight of her child, so young and innocent, drifting into sleep for pleasant dreams. She continued to sing.
“When your heart fills with dread… The smallest things will leave you dead…
In the glow of twilight, it's time to rest. Lay yourself down and let your eyes close…”
…..
Miles away, the same song was carried by another voice.
“Still and quiet…” Josele muttered to herself as she scrubbed the floor of the common area. “The air feels like death…”
Spurred on by the lack of anything else to do, the Black Bulls were doing a deep clean of their base. The squad was spread throughout the base. Clearing out dust, washing everything to a shine, and reorganizing their cupboards and cabinets. While some were having fun with their teammates in doing the work, Josele was absorbed in her own world.
“What peril looms beyond…” The words came to Josele from the past, from memories that she hadn’t considered for years. “No one knows…”
“What’s with the creepy tune, Jo?”
“Huh?” Suddenly pulled from her thoughts, Josele perked up and turned to face Yami who was behind her. “Sorry, say that again?”
“I was asking about the song,” Yami said bluntly. “What’s got you singing something so weird?”
Josele blinked a couple of times before letting out a half-hearted sigh.
“I don’t know actually,” she answered and shrugged. “I was just remembering this old lullaby that my dad used to sing.”
“A lullaby? Sounded like some dark ritual chant to me,” Yami replied with a chuckle. He clapped Josele on the back before walking off to resume his share of the cleaning.
Left alone, Josele sat in silence for a bit. The lullaby had never come off as particularly unsettling to her. Then again, she grew up with Thomas singing her the song every so often. He never sang as often as Gwenith did, but Josele’s memory of her dad included him singing that tune to her. He shared that lullaby with Josele for as long as she could remember and only stopped after—
Josele’s hand, gripping a sponge, paused over her bucket of soap water.
When did he stop singing the lullaby? she wondered. I guess I just outgrew lullabies like every other kid. Josele plunged the sponge into the bucket. She had to finish scrubbing the floor.
…..
The Black Bulls gathered for breakfast in their freshly cleaned mess hall the following morning.
Despite everyone working themselves to the bone during cleaning yesterday, the squad was as animated as ever. Perhaps more so as the refreshed environment made the people feel renewed themselves.
Vanessa, Acylla, and Mallory had a lively chat about a Girls’ Day Out. Grey and Finral helped Charmy bring out various plates of breakfast dishes to be shared. Henry waved a book in the air as he chatted with Gordon. Nacht and Yami were respectively holding Gauche and Asta back from each other, both looking quite irritated. Unsurprising for Gauche but a shock coming from Asta. The rest of the squad who wasn’t absorbed in another conversation was having a laugh at the site.
“Just look at him!” Asta raised his hands as best he could to show off Liebe, looking none too pleased with his position, in his miniaturized form. “Is he not adorable?”
“Hell no! Fancy pastries and girls like Noelle and Marie are adorable. But he’s a devil!”
Josele smiled at the sight of the Black Bulls, being themselves as always. She glanced past the argument to see an open spot at the table next to Magna. But first, Josele walked up to Nacht.
“Morning, handsome,” she whispered before kissing his cheek.
The greeting made Nacht smile and his whole body relaxed. Gauche used that opportunity to break free and lunge at Asta.
“GRAAAAAHHHH!”
“YAAAAA! WATCH IT!”
Josele slipped by and sat down next to Magna.
“Mornin’, Miss Josele,” Magna cackled as he acknowledged her. “Nice work there!”
“Wasn’t my plan but—” Josele glanced over at Gauche and Asta.
“Look here, Asta! I’ll concede on ‘cute’ but ‘precious’ and ‘adorable’ are out of the question!”
“No fair! You don’t get to keep me from using words!”
“Say Magna…” Josele lowered her voice. “Can I ask you something?”
“Go for it!”
“Do you recall your parents ever singing a particular lullaby to you?”
“Hm? My ma sang a bit.” Magna’s brow creased as he answered. “Not sure if I remember much.” He shook his head and clenched his hand. “But go and tell me that song!”
“Right then. The first verse goes like this. ‘Under the sunset, at day's end… Come nearer, child, and grasp my hand tight…’” Josele didn’t bother to sing the exact tune, only relay the words. “‘The wind grows cold. Shadows grow deep… But I'm here to guard you, and be your light…’”
Josele stopped and let the words hang in the air. Magna crossed his arms and his face twisted up in thought. It was clear on his face that he was searching his memories for recognition. But after a few seconds, he groaned.
“I got nothing,” muttered Magna as he gave a shrug. “Maybe the song was specific to the area you lived in?”
“Weird…” Josele’s gaze fell. “My dad said it was a song shared by peasants.”
“I’m a peasant and I know for sure I never heard that song.” Magna patted Josele on the shoulder. “But hey, there’s still others ya’ can ask. Heeey! Asta! Zora!”
At the sound of their names, Asta and Zora turned to Magna. In fact, the whole squad glanced at him and Josele though most returned to their own conversations. It didn’t take long for Zora and Asta to go over to where Magna and Josele sat.
“What’s up?” asked Asta.
“Better have a good reason for shouting us over.” Zora didn’t bother hiding his irritation.
“I wanna check if you two recognize a song that I know,” Josele answered.
“So not a good reason at all.” Zora rolled his eyes.
Brushing aside the remark, Josele again recited the first verse of the song and even shared the second verse but her voice trailed off as she started the third as none of the boys had any reaction other than confusion.
“And you’re sure we ought to know a creepy song like that?” Zora pressed as his lip curled back in annoyance.
“What’s so creepy about it?” Josele asked with a raised brow.
The guys around Josele were silent for a beat.
“Uh, did you miss the mentions of death and doom in the lyrics?” Zora spat back.
“I dunno if Sister Lily would’ve ever sung that song for the kids…”
Magna muttered, “Maybe your old man made up the song?”
“Ngh… Doubt it…” Josele whispered.
Thomas hadn’t been the creative type. Sure he would carve wood into little animal figures but songwriting was something else entirely. Her mother was more likely to try writing a poem but that wasn’t a full song.
“It could be something your dad got from his parents,” Zora offered with a gentle tone. “Like my dad’s stew recipe. It’s a family thing rather than a peasant thing.”
Josele closed her eyes and hummed. That was the only other thing that made sense.
“Sorry to ask such a weird question.”
“Hey don’t worry about it.” Asta waved his hand through the air. “And sorry I couldn’t help.”
Josele patted Asta on the head to reassure him before the young man left to sit elsewhere. Magna nudged Josele’s arm with his elbow, a sign of good faith. Zora rolled his eyes again but that didn’t stop him from smiling as he went to sit elsewhere. Josele nodded to herself before getting up to sit next to Nacht.
But the topic of the conversation, her dad’s lullaby, stuck with Josele the rest of the day. The lyrics and melody came to mind with perfect clarity. Thomas’s words when he shared it with her, “This is a special song for peasants like us,” echoed too. In her remembrance, there also came questions.
Why was it that none of the peasant-born squad members knew of the song despite what Thomas claimed?
Was it really such a creepy song?
Who taught Thomas the song? And where did that person learn it from?
Where did the song come from in the first place?
What was the story behind the lullaby?
“Am I overthinking this?” Josele asked as she and Nacht prepared to sleep that night.
A lean but strong arm wrapped around Josele’s middle and pulled her back to sit on the bed. A cold kiss was pressed to her shoulder.
“I don’t think so, darling,” Nacht muttered as he put his other arm around Josele. “It’s only natural to question what we know to be true when we hear something that contradicts that truth.. And that lullaby is something personal to you, so you’re going to think about it even more.”
“Guess you’re right about that…” Josele let out a sigh. She scooted and lowered herself into laying down, which Nacht followed. “Nacht…”
“Hm?”
“Did you ever do that? Question what you thought was true, I mean…”
“Yes.” Nacht’s arms tightened around Josele. His whole body curled into hers. “Many times, in fact.”
Silence fell over the couple. Josele turned in Nacht’s arms and hugged him back. Her lips parted for a moment, but they closed without sharing the sentiment she had in mind. Not that she had to speak it aloud.
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Everything will look blurry. Like when it rains and the raindrops fall in her eyes, only it doesn’t feel like there’s going to be rain.
Moving will feel bumpy. Only she won’t be running on her own. Instead, she feels like someone will carry her away as she watches what she will be carried away from.
There will be two people, the backs of which will be turned to her.
The first of them will be a woman with a special knife just like Mommy and Daddy’s and eyes that look at her gently.
The second of them will be a man who has horns on his head like a beast and a kind smile despite his gloomy presence.
She will look past them and see what is coming after them. The form will look unclear because of the water in her eyes but the colors alone will make her stomach churn, thinking of poison and sickness.
The urge to beg them not to go will come to her. But she won’t be able to say it, knowing that they’ll have to fight what will chase them.
…..
Cassandra blinked awake. She sat up in her own bed that night.
She frowned and tilted her head, realizing that she didn’t recognize the people in her dream.
Feeling restless, Cassandra crawled out of bed to go to the window. The night was partially cloudy so the moon and stars were still visible to her. Thinking about her dream, she realized that it looked like there were stars in the woman’s hair. And the man’s face was pale like the moon.
“Weird…”
Her gaze lowered so she could see the wall of trees that indicated the beginning of the forest.
Her family was in and out of those woods daily. Sometimes bringing out dead animals, like rabbits and birds with the same name as all the people in the Forsaken Realm were called. Sometimes, they went into the woods only to come out covered in blood and carrying broken weapons. The family’s weapons broke often.
Except the daggers and swords made from “Silva Steel.” Cassandra wondered how her family had weapons from the royal Silvas. Or maybe they just called the metal that because it was silvery like the Silva name?
Cassandra shook her head and refocused on the trees. And when she did, she saw someone walking out of the woods and towards the cabin. She leaned out the window and squinted to get a better look.
Then, she gasped. The person’s colors made her feel sick, like the colors from her dream.
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I know I am not qualified to speak on the difference between city and rural atrocities. But, for me personally, there is always something more horrifying about rural horror than urban horror. There is something about being outside of the city, the nearest grocery store is maybe 30 minutes to 3 hours out. As is any police department, your neighbor is about 2 to 5 miles out. And its just you and a the woodlands next to your house.
I dunno what it is, but monsters in the sewers, the dark alleys, on the roof tops of the apartment, in your mirrors, the neighbor next door, the park isn't nearly as scary as. There is something freaking out the farm animals and its coming from the woods.
...that being said. I do have this one idea for horror that makes what I have described here as mundane that still gives that vibe. At least to me.
Anyone here ever watched Lady in the Water? I know its like a really bad film where M. Night casts himself as an all knowing prophet who should be respected and a movie critic gets killed in it. In response to, critics lambasting SIGNs after he succeeded with Sixth Senese.
Anyway, not the point. Imagine an apartment complex like that. High rise. But compact. A singular, massive, set of buildings close together. Parking lot on the outside, apartments on the inside and at the middle of it all a pool area. Kind of like a hotel where the apartments raise up to ten floors. But its enclosed, isolated enough, escape is on the outside rather than the inside. If you get isolated in the pool area or the hallways its harder to get out than to run in.
I've digressed. Imagine this entire complex of apartments. Quiet. Like dead quiet. Like its 3 in the afternoon and there is nothing but silence. Only the distance free way traffic making any noise and its so quiet that despite the on ramp being twenty blocks down. It carries the noise anyway. No trains. No passersby. This apartment complex is empty and silent. No manager, no land lord or lady, janitor is gone, the residence left their cars parked. But there is no record of anyone even living there. The city itself forgot it existed and only discovered it recently because there was a black out and there was a business nearby that needed its power returned. Who knows how long its been forgotten. It seems obvious that someone should of heard or seen it. It doesn't appear on Google Maps, its not in any phone book or city record. No taxes or deeds attached to it. Just an empty apartment complex in the middle of the city. And its dead quiet.
Maintenance men go in with city officials to scout the place. Lock smith opens the door to each apartment. People were clearly living there. There's clothing in the bed rooms, towels in the bathroom, stocked up on toilet paper and hand soap. Tooth brushes in cups, dishes in soaking.
Stranger still, there is no precise time as to which any of these people just "stopped". Some apartments have dinner maranading in the fridge, others have bacon on the counter, others have everything put away and the dishwasher full. Another has laundry out hanging and another there is no sign of struggle, in fact, based on the placement of the clothing. These people were fast asleep. TV dinners on folding tables in front of the Television. Lottery tickets on the nightstand.
These people were all living their daily lives...until they just stopped in the middle of whatever they were doing.
What caused them all to stop? What made the city forget?
Who knows. But thats pretty much the gist of my horror idea to make the urban horror go from what I consider to be mundane to suspenseful. Make a place that is usually busy, populated, and noisy and make it feel as isolated and alone as living on a farm near a woodland.
The story I have in mind, also takes place in a suburban neighborhood that was discovered to be forgotten in a similar way. Only rediscovered when someone took the wrong turn on accident and came upon it. Rows of houses, all residence having stopped at different points in their day. Hoses out soaking a now drowned garden, trash bins out for pick up, cars parked in drive ways. But not a single sound. No one walking their dogs, going for a jog. Houses covers in layers of dust along with the cars parked. Entire neighborhood just vanishing at different points in their lives. The entire cul de sac and neighborhood forgotten by the city to even exist. Sitting there. Vacant for who knows how long.
So yeah, look forward to that if I ever get around to writing it.
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academicelephant · 5 months ago
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Fallingwater
Penn once asked a financially-savvy friend of his to help him learn to invest. His friend told him: become a star, make enough money, and hire somebody to invest for you. Very wise.
So now he's building a house in the desert in Vegas where we've moved, and he's doing it wisely. I found him a property that didn't quite suit me, but seemed to have potential. He thought it flawed too, but instead of wasting time shopping for the perfect location, he hired a budding architect who needs a break, and said, "Design me the coolest house in North America. I want it to have x, y, and z. Make it cheap and turn the minuses of the place I've bought into plusses."
The budding architect is working like mad. His ideas are stunning, the inspiration of a young man bursting to show how ingenious he can be. And (to make the project really happen) he's kept them very inexpensive. So, in exchange for some clever organization and well-placed cash, Penn will have his dream house built in a year, and nicely within his budget.
Now, when I on the other hand, think about building a house, I say, "Wow, building a house. That sounds interesting." So I drive around and around, looking for a wonderful piece of land. I haven't found it yet (that's how I found Penn his place). I've met four architects. I haven't hired one yet (Penn's architect is using one of the firms I found to do his final drawings and get official approvals).
I've xeroxed pictures out of architecture books. I've read the philosophy of floorplans. I've even drawn my own. But I know little about materials, nothing about construction. So here I am, trying to be Jefferson, the gentleman architect, emulating Palladio; but deep down, I doubt I'll come up with Monticello. To get workmanship like that you need slaves.
Nevertheless, when I realized that my show would be playing in Pennsylvania near Fallingwater, the legendary home Frank Lloyd Wright built for the Pittsburgh department store tycoon around 1938, I decided I'd have to see it. Not that I could afford to build a single room of it. Nor that I would even have the slightest notion what was holding it up. Not that a tycoon's woodland retreat on a mountain stream would have any features I could use on a cheap house in the desert.
No. I told myself I was going just to see for myself the home most architects consider the gateway into the modern era. You know Fallingwater. You've seen it in every book on 20th Century design: it's the one with the massive cantilevered terraces of concrete sailing over a waterfall.
It's located on Bear Run, a creek in the heart of a sea of evergreens, which the owners of Fallingwater, the Kauffman department store family of Pittsburgh, placed into the loving care of the Western Pennsylvania Conservancy twenty-three years ago. With the savvy largesse of successful entrepreneurs, the Kauffmans not only endowed the project - they stuck around and taught the new owners how to make the house-museum pay for its own wellbeing with a pricy gift shop, a serious admission charge, "membership" with perks like pretty nature calendars, and deft begging from those with deep pockets for the wellbeing of great art.
So I paid my extra twenty bucks for the exclusive in-depth tour - (you have to get there in the chilly dawn, but they let you take snapshots and visit the boiler room and the maid's boudoir) and embarked with my shivering group, captained by Sue, a cherubic woman who has been guiding tours at Fallingwater for twenty-three years.
Sue knew Edgar Kaufmann, Jr., the original owner's son, mad for architecture and so in love with Wright that he pursued him to Taliesen and lapped up wisdom at his feet. It was little Eddie that got dad to hire Wright to begin with. Later when Edgar, Jr. became sure that he had no talent as an architect he became a professional aesthete, teaching architectural history and running museums.
I asked about Edgar's character. Sue remembered saying to him, "Who came to stay with you at the guest house at Fallingwater?" In the graceful way of elderly bachelors who prefer to keep their private life private, he merely smiled and quipped, "Oh, just people who wander out of the forest."
As you approach, the house gradually reveals itself through the trees, and by the time you're standing on the concrete bridge across the creek (the one Wright rebuilt four times, so that instead of costing $2500, it cost $30,000) you can see it all. It flows down the hillside and touches the water - literally: a set of stairs, pure artistic gesture, enables you to walk down from the Great Room on the first floor and stand on a tiny platform in the middle of the stream. You can't jump off and swim. You can't launch a boat from here. It's just cool.
The Kaufmans never argued about that set of steps. Wright made it clear that on other things he would accommodate the Kaufmans to make the home practical. But on that one thing, he would not bend.
Beside the house, over the driveway, are concrete trellises. They form an open ceiling of straight concrete beams - except for one. There was a tree in the way of this one. So this trellis beam makes a semi-circular detour around what used to be a fat old tree. The tree died long ago, and they planted a new one. Now the beam makes a fat detour around a skinny young tree.
The front door is casual; you walk past a little square rock pool with a narrow stream piddling from the house into it (no doubt some Oriental sign of welcome - Wright loved Asian architectural stunts), and into the mouth of a cave, closed off only by a glass door, then ascend into the Great Room (the one in all the pictures of the interior of the house).
As we entered, Sue gasped. "Look at the floor! They must be showing off for the Advisor Committee." Overnight the cleaners had polished the huge, rough slabs of triangular stone quarried right on the property, with Johnson's Wax. They shone like giant patent leather shoes.
This is the room where the "open plan" became famous. No more "formal parlor" "library" "music room", but one Great Room with areas for each. Here is the birth of the American institution, the Dining Area (these dining chairs have three legs, because the floor is so irregular that four-legged furniture would drive you crazy.)
A boulder intrudes through the floor and legend has it that Kaufman Sr. brought Wright out to show him around and told him that this stone was his favorite place to sit and take in the scene. So Wright designed it as the core of the house, and topped it with a tall stone fireplace. The chimney rises through the house like a mast, and all the fireplaces in the upper rooms feed into the same stone tower.
The house, in fact, is really like a great rock and concrete ship. Each of the three floors is a deck, with both sheltered space indoors and open terrace space outdoors to promenade on and look down at the water. The lower deck is the Great Room and kitchen; the middle deck is master and guest bedrooms; and little Edgar, Jr. lived upstairs in the equivalent of the captain's quarters. Each door in the house is a single slab of wood, beveled to fit the minimal frame perfectly, with neat hinges that fold into the wood itself; they were constructed by a shipbuilding company, which also supplied all the interior lumber, a special kind of wood resistant the dampness on ships - or in houses built over waterfalls.
Wright and the Kaufmanns planned to dramatize the arrival of guests (and attract their eyes to the boulder fireplace) by presenting them with a cup of warmed wine from a huge cast-iron wine warmer which swings in an arc from its own alcove at the side of the fireplace to a position over the fire. It looks majestic. Unfortunately, the Cherokee red paint that Wright loved to paint metal (he even painted his car Cherokee red) instantly flaked off the kettle when it went over the flames. Also, the lid on the wine-warmer weighed seventy pounds, a bit cumbersome to manage with a wine-cup in your other hand, and the kettle was so massive that it took hours and hours to heat. So it stayed as a prop to one side of the fireplace and the Kaufmanns warmed their wine like normal folk in a pot on the kitchen stove.
In the Great Room, you first really notice the glass - walls of it. Normal windows in those days were little holes punched in the walls between between supporting uprights. But here the ceiling is cantilevered - there ARE no supporting uprights - so the windows drape like a sheer curtain lightly dividing each room from its terrace. In a showoff move suggested by Kaufman, Sr. the window corners of the Great Room don't have any upright at all - not even a frame: glass meets glass with a line of clear calking, and the ceiling seems to levitate above them.
As you ascend to the upper levels of the house, the rooms get small and tree-housey. There are nearly no window coverings, but since all the windows face southeast, every room has total privacy, from all but voyeuristic deer. I asked Sue, "Was there a lot of nudity among the Kaufmans?" She gave a cryptic toss of the head, "Quite a bit of skin showed here from time to time."
The house shows evidence of the struggle between client and architect. The top of a desk had been too narrow. Edgar, Sr. wanted it wider. But a wider desk top would block the arc of the swing of a window. So Wright designed the wider desktop with a quarter-of-a-pie cutout to allow the window panel to open into the top itself. Here and there you spot a comfortable non-Wright chair. By this time in his career, F.L.W. admitted that he had been "bruised enough" by his own very nice-looking, very upright furniture that he didn't mind people having chairs they could actually relax in.
Right up until his death in 1989, Edgar Kaufman, Jr. used to drop in and fuss with things to make them just right. He wanted to keep the house feeling like a house, not a museum, so he said. But still, if somebody picked a book out of the library and replaced it in a different position, he'd notice it at once. "Somebody's changed the rhythm of the books," he'd say.
Outside, by the carports, Sue made her pitch for the pretty- flower calendar. We gave her a round of applause and went off to enjoy the grounds.
I followed a husband-and-wife architect couple and eavesdropped. "Those windows would run over a million nowadays, wouldn't they, honey?" he asked, looking soulfully from the stream back up at the classic view of the house, with its cascade of glass down one side of the stone "mast".
"Uh-huh. I priced just one of those windows, four feet by twelve. Sixteen thousand."
I walked off. So. My house should have no windows, no bridges, and not be cantilevered over a stream. Since there's no on-site quarry and nowadays masons cost sixty-five dollars an hour instead of thirty-five cents, maybe I should minimize the stonecutting altogether. Concrete block. Yeah, and drywall. And maybe it will have rooms. Screw the open plan: I don't want to have somebody playing the piano while I'm trying to eat my cereal. No boulders in my kitchen, thank you, and no cast-iron useless wine warmers either; but I do want plenty of privacy for the nudity of any visitors who wander in out of the desert. If there's a cactus in the way of a beam, I'll chop it down. This house will rule, not kowtow to, nature.
But it will - it must - have one useless set of steps that lead to nowhere. Maybe on the desert they should lead straight up, towards the sun. It will be expensive, I know. But you just shut up. On this one point I will not bend.
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Hmmmmm, it says anything....what kind of things do you like to do for fun???
Thanks for the ask. I don't usually do this so here goes. It's long but fuck it no one's asked before and maybe it'd be good bed time reading for insomniacs.
If I'm not managing my pinterest or taking care of my two kids then I'm usually working so I try to make the best of any free time I have. If it's just me and the kids, we usually visit parks, historical sites or the zoo. At home my eldest likes to watch My Froggy Stuff on Youtube. The presenter shows how to make doll furniture and accessories so we make our own pieces and watch Pedro's SNL on repeat. Her choice, not mine. It was funny the first 100 times, not so much anymore. She now does "the hospital voice". He has ruined my life😄
My husband travels for work a lot and studies so when we do have time together as a family we make the most of it. I live close to Dublin city and we're spoiled here for activities. It's full of museums, galleries, historical sites, parks and busy streets with live music. It sounds like I'm working for the tourism board but it's honestly an amazing place to live. If it's the 4 of us we can hit a restaurant, check out the buskers of Grafton Street, visit the Disney store, go to a museum and get lost in some woodlands all in a 4 hour trip door to door and for less than €100 so we do that regularly. Our last family day out was to the Game of Thrones studio tour which is in Northern Ireland. That's just 90 minutes away. (It's great but Pedro's costumes are in storage since the last tour with only accessories and weapon on show and Bella only showed for a few seconds in a VT so my kid was annoyed that neither Marcus Moreno or The Worst Witch got the appreciation they deserve). Again we're spoiled, my husband is from the North so we're regularly at GOT sites because his family live near by (Mourne Mountains, Tullymore Forest, Linen Mill Studios). I used to drink in Belfast when Pedro was there but I wasn't a fan of "Tits, Ass and Dragons" then or the tiny pub they used to hang out in. Or the dirty one with kegs for seats😆. I made bad decisions and yes, I hate myself for it now.
On the rare occasion we have time off together and we have babysitters, we'll go to a live gig followed by some booze in The Porterhouse and some Iranian food in Zaytoon. I'm not picky. We'll go to music, comedy, theatre, musicals, sport, a festival or trade shows. I'm spoiled for choice. Artists like to start their European tours here and the main venues are 30 mins away. The last gigs I was at were Counting Crows, Chris Rock, The Book of Mormon, Ireland v USA, Taste of Dublin and I collect whiskey, there are a few trade shows a year. (Sounds wanker-y but they're good investments. An annual release of a €180 bottle over 5 years can be sold as a collection for thousands should you need quick cash.)
If I need alone time, it's tough to find here. I can't stress that enough. Dubliners and visitors are generally super friendly and open so strangers will talk to you constantly and there's nowhere to hide. If I need to clear my head then it's headphones on, grab a smoke at the highest point I can reach in the city so I can take in the view. Walk the city looking for new graffiti by my favourite artists/collectives while listening to local bands (Fontaines DC, Thumper, Damien Dempsey, Dermot Kennedy, Tebi Rex, Denise Chaila, Wyvern Lingo), get some thai street food, watch some buskars (check out Allie Sherlock) on Grafton Street, get a pint in Keoghs, go to a few galleries before heading home to hide in my cabin to watch 70s and 80s movies.
My cabin is my other baby. I bought my house with the cabin in mind and finally had it installed it in 2020. It's a self contained apartment, is sound proof, has a 7.1 surround sound cinema and doubles as a gym. Sounds super wanker-y but it was another investment which is paying off when I rent it out sometimes. Eventually it will be an apartment for one of the kids when they're older and can't move out because of the chronic housing shortage we have in the city. We aren't indulgent in other ways so being able to watch old movies in 4k while cranking out a weeks worth of laundry and getting in some steps makes other sacrifices worth it.
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punkass-diogenes · 2 years ago
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10, 12, 19.
Do you have a favourite classic novel?
Here is where I feel guilty about all the classics I haven't read. The one that immediately comes to mind is Nineteen Eighty-Four. I consider it one of the most terrifying books I've ever read - mostly due to the scenes between Winston and O'Brien. The "boot stamping on a human face forever," the part where Winston feels as if O'Brien's mind contains his mind and there is nothing he can think or do that has not been anticipated, Room 101 and the endgame being the breaking of the spirit and the betrayal of the other. Eugh. I haven't read that book in years and it still makes me shudder just thinking about it.
Do you prefer baking or cooking?
Cooking! Baking is a pain in the ass. I love baked goods, but the number of times I have had to deal with bullshit from my bread dough because of the temperature this and the humidity that and the age of the yeast this and that and the other thing. I've had so many meltdowns about baking. When it comes to cooking, I love being able to improvise and try things out.
My newest favorite thing to cook is a quick recipe for lemongrass tofu I figured out. It's hard to find lemongrass at non-specialty stores, plus it's usually expensive and there's no way in hell I will be able to use all of it. So I found this lemongrass powder spice at a Vietnamese grocery store. I cut the tofu into thin slabs and brush both sides with a mixture of peanut oil, lemongrass powder, and five spice powder. Then air fry on both sides until crispy. Serve with rice or rice vermicelli + veggies and mix it all together with hoisin sauce and a sprinkle of fish sauce.
Restaurant prices have gone way up lately where I live (and I believe this is the case everywhere) and I'm not really willing to pay $15 for a meal that used to cost $8 except on occasion. So I've been learning to make a lot of things myself that I used to get from takeout.
Do you prefer forests, sea shores, or meadows?
This is a tough one because I love both forests - particularly the coniferous forests of the Pacific northwest - and sea shores. I think I would have to say sea shores. I grew up near the ocean and it has always been a part of me. I hate being too far away from it for too long. I also have an elemental identification with water.
Also, a big strike against forests for me is bugs. Not bugs in general because I like bugs and think they are super cool. But bugs that BITE. Mosquitos, horseflies, gnats, and so on. These bugs seem to find me a particularly tasty morsel and I get bitten five times as much as most people. On top of that, I have strong allergic reactions to mosquito bites and some of them will swell up to a point that painfully limits circulation in my limbs. Every time I dare to enter a forest, I get bites of some kind. Even in the dry climate of southern California, my arms and legs get so covered with gnat bites in the summer that it looks like I have scabies. I see swarms of gnats on the beach and around the lagoons from time to time, but these beach bum gnats have never shown the same interest in biting me as their dickhead woodland cousins.
My ideal would be a place that has conifer forest right up against the coastline, e.g. Big Sur.
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mayisgoingnuts · 2 months ago
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giggles 🤭
mk so, Ellie was originally gonna be a farmer., but I really liked the idea of her just being a random woman in the woods that feeds the woodland creatures so now she lives in a cottage behind the town hall👍👍
Ellie is VERY Fluttershy coded. Mostly in terms of the animal part since they love her very much..and they hate the mayor 🙁..they frequently BITE HIM
She owns a lot of nicknacks that she found in a drug store, most of which are color coded clothes.
I like to believe she met the mayor while he was taking a walk at night. Maybe he was stressed about work and he was just really angry so Ellie helped calm him down…or tried to. Mayor immediately punched her out of fear since she jumpscared him. Evermore promised to never go near her again, but then he found himself thinking about her constantly.
Ellie’s fav tea is jasmine btw 🤭🤭🤭, she even got Evermore to try it 👍👍👍
This is all I have so far, but idk, I’m up for other ideas 👍
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"How do you two met"
"He punched me and that's how I knew he was just the guy <33"/j
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libidomechanica · 4 months ago
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Or “Paint must now I think and removed”
A ballad sequence
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What play my solitude again.     To her cry, o misery! And now she lo’ed her. Clean my     knees the terrace—all the
guide … nor the waters play, and through     Year just yours, forsooth, and yet I well as she Nectar bowls.     I’m filled wits to dwelling
fire all strange barges, makes this or     that burnt round, vailings, but i just maybe it’s me for the     bounty wronged by the
ravished this, that near each muscle     and to hear you hence her in the brain discover, not loves,     the innocence, and, if
it be at best an abbot, squire,     and spreading virtue early- rising mountain-path, the grass,     and not be prolonged. You
are, which Love speeches full sad and     me to my mistake it, compare. Would have been waiting yardwand,     heedless ocean breezes
idly roaming, the gate, perfumes     of her head. The time would him, that he hope, in size and     thoughts in a travels I
return to pass a day among     the fume of her whose smooth calm ocean make those flowers all.     In store, to fetch in furrow
in such a claspable,     clabberable, pitiless, passion’s sleep’s heart more to loue, or,     knowing, yellow midnight
arbour, no doubting came, and the     meadows, and season. By love, which time and I have led her     sake, whose dainties, sharp
sophister, with a ring to grow. Woodlands?     Though through the whole troupes of sacred tunes, and I weene. Stay     but enjoy that of doves’
eyes where the blue plums. It breakfast.     Flies bout her with little maids to call out each other. Of     it of Writers mind, for
I wouldst thow it was the villages.     From sometimes make sorrow to love’s arrogance, and the     walk with most auaile, o
carefull bene, then only     her maid, had no pere: so whitest sighed out in this lips of     the cossette, well begun;
thence, can tell me, O: nae ither     giant, Honour razed quite away. With that’s why even after     sea. As to dreams, goodnesse
brightness, does Love speake; and then     her dress his should you sit and the fields to taste, singing, or     the facts. Some amorous
hand. His pangs that Ganymede, displayes,     and yet no take him. Or captain jewels, to honor Pan     to which the work is done.
Come this sun’s golden lightning I     remember thy part, while through the sea as it shook their lonely     Deare: but straight love so
many sighs that never the long     brave in stars drawn after the day, to think, my Soul relapses—     and when this’ she ask.
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Thrive bonie face, behold, Tibullus,     I quaffing Mars and share in a row. She looks say, leander     darlin’ darlin’. In
white line pulled a sleep; the true life     a perfumes is that no just to go so you see; why do     you are; talk back your flocks
as paled with studs of life, whom my     trustless cold. Smooth all the grass’s fall; she cast uplandish counted     by the Titmose
silently even chin, have faith doubts,     all love itself, burn through street to move him, where you, O daughters     saw her this well I
know, sun, and there a myrtle wreathed     dart, and why sullen winter game of ill depose from     the damp the time, where Lugar
first are the coloured of his     heart thou dost thou forgetful where forbear to thee with the     prov’d assays, than forges
the main. With Cupid’s day. No     marigolds yet their perfumed altar, to you. See now, sun, his     shapes commits. In dark as
a cluster of the basin the     Lady of Sharon, and strike some cover moor and vp my     rude sounds of a dream; but
she there, that my seat, might hand answer     ranged. My fingers reaching to leade them runs alone. He     brought the condemn, nor I
ran, heavily the shadow pay?     But stay, I will let me by my retorted many more     that deed I dare not worth,
and disdain, your mind may find what     from his locks. It will he shall coloured on mince, and beauteous     as the carcanet of
maiden, wilt bewayle as a     sea of his noble yet lately take his pleasures fancy     is in her faces throat.
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Nor tie knotted joint, as you made.     It makes me best of a bright-dark struggles to bridge your tropics,     to tame flowers. In
Cyrillic, on her any thing     of silk and quiver in a brain season accorde not name     to see whether we longer
later in this aged Saturn     in them: globes of them yet, all smile. I have as springs.     And take your sooth what it
could pursuit. Then she is flow, as     made his desired, and he list to me there came. You can     hinds of sacred right have
called taut that way, my sweet watery     desolations with the dark as a solemn and her     hands, not up, nor window
sweate for crowned, and she goes—the bright;     they sought: for we wear, were crying of so short a spring,     for me! As the death; jealous
ouerspred with no break. Than could     fetter’d from Lebanon, my Celia, wed and she what pleasing     birds in odours to
new world away straight she turning     of nuts to set before me like this poor tricks of base     declining her dayes dear, at
the men are we went ever sallow     field, the sun blooms. Or, frantic Pain must away. Joints, a     wretched her devoted
bed. Where the diver’s blood, all is     fled, as the tea-cup opens, which it festival. Thoughts on     the roes, and of love. The
sweet smell of them, my firm apple,     tipp’d with a wild civility, and hit as meant but straining,     and learne in a brain
to that Miracle. And now good-     morrow to the bounds then together; for from her yacht to     dream I saw, in gradual
vision, the waves were sung, striuing     like an inters, and rare. Suck our discourse in my home with     him wound—for the wrist too
might red sloop in the ragbag. Which     being hart of I wasn’t fooled. And I’d plunge you, disparage     such amisse. And, as
a childish escapes, maud the way     she goes, and not its way, to be powders of thy grief he     flies, playing horse race. Gracing
o’er themselves benefits for     away, ’twould return from her tears, and thy self I’ll get me     by my own, I cherish.
Wings, and with muffled; the shelter     of any. I’m o’er the wood, its other, with children’s     There bright to be - that all.
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The kirk maun hae the best displaid.     In the dull middle water chill become Unthankful meadows     flee away! As she
strain stretched Ixion’s shadow and heart     and point, I put in us an orchard, and a wretched     with foot so fresh and flowed
war, through grief pre-scorches mine eye     no, nor content to say thought a crust crumbled and sang to     see whats good! At sixteen
years, pale body like lilies and     meet death her venture, they beginners. Sweet, the mould celestial     noiseless it.
Unthinking Stephen we watchmen that     for eyes are cedar, as underhand, with smooth as an apple     tree. Some sworn is bound.
I try to the held in master     was a panic fear, but still with dim and false hast special     instant behind my love,
we will drink, lest wayle my heart     at your hair. But thou like balm enclosed behind his chosen     bishop, but naked
neighbouring the first loving the saint     he word and Gibson derely boy that putative shown,     let us possessed time
disgrace, her mind like a threads of     a million for a boy, and her darting, is my object.     My richest corn dies, if
it provides to make sorrow: who     knows I can scarcely can one? Outside of us the flies.     Have shoreward too. Became
one wished in battles, I come, to     the Day, awake! I know me very essence sink no more     a gentle rain unclenched
each new leaf out like manner     the dust of a’. Deep water doth move a fellows why we     are doubled by the tears,
and the ground; from the sudden and     she what we may, all of motionless you cleave off play, and     every star both are about
her head, go on, go on bamboo     stilts, playing wiles. Conquer Loue; that he maker, then disposed     upon its service.
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And so i can love; to quench thee speak your touch one     peece, of lawn, the ground the pavement both are all things to flight, and now what go about the     bonds broken shadows, such a heavy cheek with emulous hands are like was found that     fellowship I need not find what heard on
thee; yea, he is me safe in lowly dwelt. Love is     there be the apex of it, all-damning glance up, the earth and to doubt a mind, or lonely     Deare: the field, that ye shepherds when thee. I have done: whether way: as the map of each     tree of Tantalus, she singing of
her prose tragedy divine and the fair, and all     thing I stood long row of his native shorn away; for still vowed. Then she straue to recall     the virgins of gold, his captive with children’s cries: to your breath in every day it was     not speak. I goad the lily of thine
than another do hit, to put faire booke doth     emulation swell the breast whip, past thy voice of love: she goes and did not unto me, Rise     upon thy lovely. For in your idol which he to see ourselves on the billow, good     occasion of relation and sea.
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Sing no more life of her treasure.     Had learned about therefore her waist, all raimented as     if at me. Became
masculine and was gone, and dry that’s     a journey … and playing wide, does sit so late. Th’     Arabian dew besmear’d.
The whose features fort where Venus’     swans and alum and put Hellespont to climb, what, at their     art; the sea. Smell Murphy’s
Oil Soap, dog kibble. And to granting,     in the stalking having man he had a heart asleep     had left me a planets,
machines there. For her stood upright     presence around was wreaths are nothing is here right as truth.     But they were was as a
better, entreaty stay, for I    ��am holy vapours that never comes once more so     personally anonymously
political blocking up,     began retreating gold; yet the pond yoke. The rest onwards,     through thou to seduce me
then I pull him from they hurt me     with chastity she would please? For Jock of a maiden, wilt     thou shalt lie displayes, o
heauie herself such beads of human     face, that because my Father and glad, and was what may delight,     and probably a million
forth wine, what it look, give me     if any, yet begun; they are a trick to reproue, onely     tints are like visit
Hero shine. Thus is of morning     tree’s supply of the years old, was grain septembering past.     Over though late, and would
in the steaming, and there. Or swan’s     down to Camelot. Well enough faith, too—filled, freedom a     drug that Colin clouted
Creame. Though before either you with     one in a pellet of garland, gems, and I have her moved     before: vp grieslie ghostes
and saw no footprint, heard them still,     and prove, and doth diffuse, and oft were sweetly on himself     depart. Fireworks in a
body downward from basement of     one, which make accountenance— saw’st, in the silence all you     all I rifle all misplaced
are forbear in my breast begins     to give the rest among the sweets than I, say, men gate!     As in the great worth, there
designate are only sin and     at one simple Hero, learn to live. Made of maybe like     a globe may stay, and laughed,
being dead. That is claws wept. That     whilome was mute and loaths on, when he come home! She is a     flint, cheat and prayers wit.
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My beloved gone, and the river     he flaxen lilies cold. Draw from thee, that roars between     us two for a kiss,
and grinning bade it also, we     could seer in the valley- depths—she trampled cheek, and from. To     make iudgement of one
sees to only heir; and in wore.     At fourty years, half falling over cities like lilies.     I risked what’s a journey
… that he saint flushed them, the pale yellow     here our to the two are gone in this mantle and consent,     step beyond therefore
the plums, did precepts missed, embrace     their sweet smooth and for thee. Tiny house, whom heaven pined and     border collie and concerns
you and all those hands shone clear     and play till my wreak is, they thinke that self-ingrain’d no more.     Petals beside the king
on the green, they both in the grass,     and that he and fell downward climb, and friend of the sun’s     conflagration at the sheepbell
tinkles in furrows of the     roof like purple weed-covered to. Whose powder’d, fly! Arise,     my God, and are your times,
no less the world with a carcanet     of maidenhead. It feels its utmost will that way, my     silently, the general
onslaught. My legs and go less. Hap     for Jock of a turtle geometry in Boston, a     metal trinket from olive-
trees, I proportion, her eyebrows     of the year. That doth beauty made his love as you would     have my blood burn and beauties
peece of his nose, herkne to the     fuse in the ground; angels do reioyce. In silence and power     of fervention, wad make
his true Love speak? The oak and rock,     as he clung. The held hands. Through of crimson forebodingly,     among women use
but mad and we should wear a     tradesman’s attire, forthy mine with me; thereof: now alone,     mock’d of our meeting.
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Women althoughts on her fair propose     … I accept my mammy yet. Hee, in whom thousand snare.     To see the time did
despising a tomb. Sometimes make me     for the sea wrack, she sees clear. The road beside me, alack     and quivering gentle
youthful, charming Chloe. Thou art     faire lines which done, fates between the West garden, the moon-faced     illiterate hinds, and
the tower he got by steal into     my young Cupid’s starved, feast; stare, see, Walke in the trembling     snakes, and kiss. And can say
my part, Shut not your mind draw from     eyes that fills upon a hillock down men’s love to set a     time drew me background. I
earnest glance stripped and bear along     his pair, and was still my wreak is, the planked men—good! Wont     to be missed. There lay a
great say Good-bye too; winning and     outfalls far away, with sheep though I neuer heeds the wrist     is justly thee his blooms,
as not even you know I love,     yet she stars, they’re wet feathers of public fault that Midas’     brood on a sharp satires,
black and queers? In such a task     as heavier, heavens reward fasten’d with the ardor,     and her heard on the Cupid
a box of bursts to singe. She     shuddering guest. That this orient deep that’s white, no one     that it will coin your Man.
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Her slender maid, ere I have his.     If you gone, let not of the two are sweet hours are lang in     his arm about the drunk
my love to time, where angry world     another, the substance of which, as in his parently     was his bonds who, while with
lossum cheerful gods. Equal divide     my head, and may flower, this angels do rise, to carved     on the hill, according
the high courted for his look. Shine     ointment poured of the struck before. Venus in the hand; but     since Hero, hate me no
more the banknotes a knell of difference     break, and underwater. He walls in thou, O daughters     of this, that she flings, things
pass, to proue, but because that the     pond’s suit. Ask me not sign her head, as mad, yet loving mine.     My stocking toward them see
the bars and in her do hit, to     put fair, but to consort with oath to see a blessing, can     life. To peep, to gather
a life for mould animals, of     sister; darting in the field above the winter-bound there;     but have a little was
grain. All the door she wept for summer     of hem, too, good-morrow to forbid. Would you heare of     black where though seas, and hand
is enstalled it in the silver     altar-flame; and the gate no long to go, and now somewhere,     thou that hill and reserve
thee, save unchaste Hero’s gentle     parleyed by the worlding hits earnest glance, the lift, it’s     gonna be alright who
know our sameness and given false     usurper, and looser so did she let outside of yore.     I thought God could neuer
hadst placed the sea. The mace, which no     one to catch a far more by black rock in thee, yet rather     hand; in the wood-globes,
penalty kick. Something with released     away, or when the bounding Foot am I; what will     attended, hardly spokes fell.
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I said the curb next door closed the     sphere, an infant’s green, no fence flew her name is all my Chloris!     Bow-shot from some corner,
of apprehending. I went     into regions can honest fell a-weeping earth now lord     and laughed at touch thorn you
transparents to bleeding have to     pleasing sun; coral to the place and his beauty I did     launch. Time upon. Go, find
something is ever. Riddle of     love’s mother Sestos to be countering loving and just     exchanged, like lights where the
narrow hath brought her wide universal     influence to live with dear set, like my love cross.     Devising breasts music
of the drops from the fall offence,     fy! Then the will doth lie: that seemed midnight as those ravished     my heart, lopped-off her
waist is the age of that act. And     said … Nay, we are so low the skies. The pained as the terrible     as udders when the
foxes, than you and love I’d     not see a word! Your transfigures also our brain set     early enough that the
mountains, and a voice is deadly     fatal knight he regret scrawled over such a sea of milk     from far; draw her, O thou
minion of her head, filling the     lyre, and a word. A depth and heare. Muses, sleep, sleep; in the     hill, and the me in his
beauties more thus softer than to     pearl he turned to Cupid a boy was too busy being     a novice, knew they heart.
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If every one on my knees most     dead, but that the blue harbor and that was what is too long     years, and over the grass in thy side that it winter-bound     that crown. My beloved
out, you worshipped him when thou go     with thou shalt be, in azure might all the Gods in our sameness     to be and my beloved to-day, than a two young,     and I, but she.—The driving,
lowers: and lads indifferent     me on. Think such as spotless as had care in that not     nor to make ich have been takes to-day, that sight, was mov’d their     moon was mine, mice-scaled, and
the morning in the darts. As coloured     course: the thud of all that I do it may hold catkins     of the night; if this concealed betrays poor worth now lacks her     strained the land, cast in bronze
for her arch’d all in one, again;     i’ll aulder beauty of her garments; let us mair thine     for my heart has its godlike guess to bear all-seeing, thine;     for frosty air is so.
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Such power this mace but into     begin less you wear heart of a’. We have made Love, and the     dances on the time did
he tame such cunning. Glided in     her ankles, when like Hindoos, for unawares his owne will     goes down to Camelot.
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After Natalie rolled into     the maids sported in and wide, doe melt in such a heart, trembling     pad, some spokes fell. An
oxymoron we never tower’d     must we parley, there is as the sea. No sound, and then     he sparkling dragons
draw near and cold to touch drove she     smilest, but I will not thing urgent I gazed to pour myself     advantage of yore.
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As a flocks had the blush, at least.     The cold earth from her shot. Steaming, and legal ways and slide.     She plight of my lips ev’n seemed, as forse: she has set. As shee     has been they. There red like to take whate’er she leafless thee,     an enclosure. Therefore
by the green slowly but enjoy,     to which love: if I have fresh into our which to mounted     up, intended, to learn thyself to cherish his face, this     last till my ears, and his headlong these white lilies and going,     of drossy pelf, than
she was artificial move—all     the day, spares the many a warble than a cubit in     her breathing quick a ground, which true Sighs, you pinch a flowers     the same the broad clear! Hark how tender young, I’m o’er you and     night behind I want realm
of season for great cause the air     is solid. What merry and feels unconfined each mortal     work his strooken, so at love; to quench love than he the very     water enter his hand, as the new. Follow here for     all her foretelling
angrily in that will bury myself     in my spouse! Where are doubled by the river lie long     delight pass it unimpeaches. Man, with Dians will take his     house with the edges of sun on snowy white lesions settle     on the prov’d assayed
to join hand, of purple or     suspicion. Year be faire encrease, did play, for the late in silent     that’s be jocund which can passion’s shape, and faine world and     sea. Or with anguish you, sir, to arrest their closely, you     leapt but once traveller.
Heart is rest; where bent with ever     by that ye stir not be rash, nor ought, a beauties pluck’d from     his chief there none for one when compared with a wild been done?     Why dost not sigh! But the noise at all on my name you mayst     be named like him repented
and others, I’ve to slow down,     in faith anybody’s turtle. Though even they. I cannot     climb the long row of death. As she forms three are thy stings     undone, Ay me, lover boasting you speake; and probably a     mill of the mind they never
may traced something thus began     to whom the same mildly fatall sight, and knows, I playes, yet     what once as the plums. Strifes, murmur are reeking with a ring     to drop down a love into Heaven, in whom she lo’ed her     side again wheel at midday,
set in each to boot, at least     been, and the mud and tear, were chance exterior send then     will build a maiden, wilt thou, O love, if lovely fair     Elysium, but invented dew long to set in the broad     stream of love, repeat that
for the chants of liquid pearl, which     time drew me background alive. With the haughty heart, in love     you, beauty of trials, to this, which I have lost, that lived his     right pavilions: issueless are we; and thou, were why     company, that necklace use;
and there was a kid, but had sung     of the village cars follow sunbeam shame, in the arrow     home from Lebanon. With sweet decay; till its curious     eyes her fast and band silver: and in either tower, long     as it’s too late. Leander
on her body was the broad     was won before by the storm come into Heaven’s wind was     wreathed upon so foul a face teach me how he hear in     the year, for his mine! Whilst I thee sitting arms serenely     by the place and drain’d to
scold me. Oppression willed, long ago;     and aloud, imagine to my minds, flowing, lulled a     sleep, beauty to be accompt, unless round, like a woman,     I. That I made, never longe to learn to scales, that hath brought;     even nose, with crown’d, and
we might her: to carven stands erect,     and fling in the time may look the other’s house for listening     valley drows’d with his breathed for. Home too well as a Queene,     who wouldst thou that your Skyward again unclenched fists.     Otherwise, and of love.
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I am for thy neck hung chaste.     Of wine angels do reioyce or walk, doves’ eyes. An’ has not along     white mule she seemed not
fit to experimental woodlands?     She sees the watered wrack, since she did its struggle, the smell.     Since were what I feel smiles
stood their tunes from Lebanon. With     fruit of your left behind tongue, I shall we talked as it he     laid, than in Calcutta
and a maid? And oft I blush rising     mountain grief and that ye stir not up, nor could die; for     unawares his bonds unwreath,
and gum, rich being beams, which     we see company beauty I did smart, though before these     love and gave me even
more gracious thrall. Of nuts to bid     a sweet thee long ago; and the look’d the bough oft hand     heavenly zone. He was laid,
of purple grain. No grace is     altogether. Then say I love of you nor will make me and     wide with desired my
fingers wit. Can bring together,     still our Titles boast; things in wedlock bonds broken world would     have his eyes are alone.
Like purple bunch, milk are simple     careless hair. To see the cedar, and seemed as these your nipple;     paps tractable mess.
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Which is not iaelous of maiden pomp of murder.     Ask me not attained intricately as thou, Desire, the garden whilst we rest; when     she stream of Cain, in the sun delight.
Zenith, euer take at her head, and with what heavy     gold, upon thee; thou should find to live singer, the solemnities which I can prove? Who     build a woman in praise thee give you
for crouching sun on world is dwelling, said a word.     And as a part of I wasn’t done. The lie all things past mud, the injustice brought in his     arms are likewise green, red, as her sake;
but I. There sleep upon a grace, and my bosom     thro’ the pavement of the day, into her look, or speech—which in plaster; you shall fair, we     have left, and sad, in mourning the orchard
of Loue conquer Time. Now what kind marvelled     me—she pass onwards, still, painted she uphold to overflow. This steedes must have, has     gone, the pity as men, much less timmer,
dust wheat set a time, I think I’m different now,     proving liberation to be it whiten, as midnight, after a day is found the     sand. And love. Think not unkind an R.
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Illustrate the cause, while upon.     All heart, and all impatient looked again while burned to     overflow with a banners? No, no: you wert ne’er was the winter     straight arise! Into my beloved, yea, I shall     consummate the fume of ill
desert, and to seek: for ere shall     discourse in vain to outgrow their soul began the faded     flow’rs were fair, with the fruitful wits, that is it should, till he     should it know thou one. I know, and the mountains grow a home     of husband, seeming
imagine to be seen God, our twist     to my though loue which wanted to accompt, unless you are     fall offend, with dew. In bed she crickets ticked to call my     shaft struck Sylvander’s fingers reaching this proud she favorite     aggies. And thou will be!
Melt in twain, the call’d of his parent     lawns, goat foot to have know, sun, and keenly the Littleneck     clams out sometimes to win less form and play: then should make     no noiseless it. She will be banish all thing accents,     you and I, alone, mock’d
of alle wommen my beloved,     that now by my soul need not to be poured, and blooming,     and slide down to his she! Then say my past. Than both her stay,     the oceans, roaring cheeks; and eat a sheets of mortals, old     Wisdom! And th’
amorous she. May aye remains as     Troy; sylvanus weeping each others the banks complex and     they live: there, tulip, resin, temporary, and the decay,     as, untied her husband, seeming imagine your smell     Murphy’s Oil Soap, dog kibble.
Thy sigh’d head, and shook upon     the mind like break from heaved her thou hast word—’Oh. But i just     don’t fear in the pools that has been. When you your vows and ran     before I go: and in woe? Our pious thrice not looks were     no tailor sinking to
the down fa’ for Jock of sheep, leaf     and your braid to think of love and his sweet, so is me safe     at any beloved; and pearly lawn, youth, cap and the     smell. My Lord you hence, fy! Therefore the cat’s ear and here in     her eyes there he is you
met her, not as the colors is     the other and in whom mad’st they pleasure, the red-ribb’d ledges     drip and know I’m like to this autumn, in teares did     she is soul love and all, now banishment? But a voices     instinct withering wide
at every clever find in the     helmet and pleased, half broke in each way musical: sweet grace     and majestical. It’s gonna be alright it’s good     occasion of reason gave, and yet I wept for a cave, and     she what I had been but
still a new more my fooleree. And     knees that hours. The first met, I had a flower and him quailed     if, what wrong as my young, whose modern quill employed, no     nearer to be neat, still, to find an echo in an honour     kept a soldiers stands.
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Sliver of his fawn, but she. Rose-     cheeked Adonis, that one to this poor child and sighed in such     murders of Jerusalem,
by the love, if that are the     act expression! For frosty wind blaws loudly, chanted to     an heart. To carry … or
cracknells and passionate cry that     were as dull, while far away, as might be bequeath and not     be some from our coming,
and the Night, o heauens hight. And what     I was a miracle at last wound thence come back like poppies,     where thereof ever
windows glazed with me? Nay rack your     fairer we lose. Over though, hire swire is nigh, but care to     be sorrowing! I scorned
arms chair, as Greece, as temple, when     their fame should rejoice is past in perfectly-chisled cheeks     of baser subjects too.
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At fifteen, for nought not said to be accompt, unless     round me fashion, and after stooping, and all is Venus’ nun, as you are all his     own hand, on condition grown, he seedling;
it told my leaping upon thee borderers,     downwards swain.—Guess God’s future thus, by what is in my little thro’ the soft the road beside;     furthermore taketh mortal frame,
with love sighed out as his own nostrils, shore, while that     none little sorrow was sober sad from other doth stands enmesh your eyes are tedious     flower. Your choosing! The ignoble
never, as he spake, upon thy little maiden     queen, with the time I to life, and Sleeper of every way. They offering loving still     frailties the spring’s dew, ne’er the day
break my heart of gardens green holly! They return     us the still keep, drows’d with his large preceding workmen and delicious hands our warm     wet mouth. There was never sing then gird
them heare. Pillow: the clear blue the offered him in     the to those words, with lossum cheers who, hoping together, that which came with your sweet have     called it Venus none right to hunt his
paper’s lie? To do wish, so that when a chiefe, where     is nothing more blushed tear—the sun’s noonsted’s made no eloquent thee sweet purse-mouth is six     days will be his placid, your discourse
had spread but you glance up, my locks in the most clear.     A lively vine of shame on the empty of the girlonds decreed the vale; and who cannot     tell me where bene rugged and
durst, so, grate which to try, and that it must part; stella,     food on the hill, and let our face flushes life to Love, neither doth. By the day he     should I ail my life, the shirt, he said
unto a table-cloth and told, love, if love. But     loue with doubt, as she things—to Helen in alt, or all women are, from whom I doe loue     and go less ocean maketh me. Whither
died. Who is thy plants a bird, which truth. Disk caught     my heart is wae, and of strawberries and, and on the large eyes, the world enamoured.     Twenty years long, as heavier,
hardier, heaven gather thick-jewell’d the worlding     his immensive cup of aromatic scaled, and steal o’er the bubbling snow; time was nimble     wings, for at a crust crumbled. She
is, in verse. How does Love may spend, full of more that     you in bear him dwelt. Behold, the lily- of-the-valley, the night as it gotte. Albeit     he would not find him. Dame, to live.
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That he kils his sight? Who hath has     been moment, so fair neck hung chains of spices, to that long     to parted, your feather.
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To have not—to make it, compare.     So I, as I have been. And the feature, said to clutch forgive     it is all one nose.
They grew; nor fear such pow’r before     me, curls as one: we only beames be ioyes endure to     sayne for blush’d their violets
purple robe he regardless our     which sweetly; i’ll write whatever the dull early-rising     sun has no chemic yet
their either therefore, and madden’d,     and shined and, stoop to blame, with glance, Julia closed behind me,     and deathless that roars because
of Shalott. The work down and     should have a little gaping up, began, threat, playing of     my mother’s door and thou
scarce seen when at night, where the roes,     and polish’d head; if snow and still mountains by the world enjoy     such the this second
yoke. To brings designate are that     glist’ring kiss those absence to hye the Lass of death? Glittering     me a boy was straight
arbour, no dark cloud about his     hand lives in her head a lively tone of one where, to the     stems that were to him befall
some bold hand, of legs in thine     sake longing O darling, I desire my sister, my     sprite; and all that in a
spangle here did not five months and     love were flow’ring she did abyde. Mute, like morning throat. Crowned,     about this greened fields and
bright, o heauie herse, als Colin made     false or more sweet flowers also our species artful     Of wilding her tresses.
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The gemmy bridle and eat a     steady view the beastes when the clouds like shepherds wont songs     does Love has set. Have gone by, silent the blossoms come, stopped     with a fading-tide, the Lady of Shalott. Her mind the     golden Morpheus in steady
thy peryenche winter rains and     live or me an insolent passengers fine pictured cheer,     confusion pump in the hated name is a curious,     and by the boards of beautiful a sunrise made her cheek,     while I will inclose bosom;
and not less but oh your footsteps     bending arms I hold Time’s fine-pointed loudly, chanting     there, beneath hire will not so; of the the virgin-treasure:     her audit, that flag what you are one shill to seek: for much     profanity and cheere
are free; she condemn me to sing     in a gentle parley, to be therein their cause? In the     wore, o’ercomes nectar- brimmed, thy loves and cannot quite sure     I looked out in advance and arrow hath playnts, as put there     were awhile than he lock.
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But to cry and more she could instead,     every head moving thro’ the mind draw near each at a     time had sworn and nestled together. Wilt though Hero to     hell forebodingly, among the brought about the weaveth     stell’d so to hide the
poet’s occupation? And thereof     nought thee? Rosalind come, as those vermilion knew, although     the cupboard, which wanted a piece a word. And sudden     and thoughts of life and how plenteous see if to loan, instead,     everybody found, dark
under his nativity of     the youth: but learn’d—the heavens fair, still my wreak is, that for     mirth, it kiss. I never fountains of the clouds blow upon     his honest spreading by have found to liven ichulle     forsooth, and I choosing!
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Longe to live no pressed he did precede     the might he ranked sometimes fall offence, the rest; where you     but you know a sweet music
to deceived; the world another     looks say, if thy naked and with sturre. Wery so warmly     ran my breasts: what
heavenly features be, and if twas     Cupid for fear’d but had I believers fair, whom she fling     her to Rowhampton gate
and reason no one chain, and save     fresh bleed, and thou shall be spring’s commands; the sun in arms     of silver feet did tipple
wine from the Snare I love towards     though not stop. And they both are men: some spectacle of a     darker hue, crown upon
Time I to live. My true good of     women are, or that would take a saint he sware; no palace     to a stain. In the ensigns
painter wind blaws loud and durst     not seene. The wind’s on the bed she uphold to Venus, answers     in twain, this cunning
careless it, there’s an honour     hand,—why, thus in their treasure, so sweets, at mine own Soul,     devising best is just about
this, old joys of what goeth down     of Venus hath no breast! While bright myself, and violet knots,     no think, even the down,
sir. In my shaft that dwell and that     could do, but ah to war. And just stands and night, and her sighes     her home, too, but being
expectation, you do not     meet have relished purpose got he reckless our pain, when thousand     deck them stood upright
reade in love, I met beside still:     the morning nectar-brimm’d the sun that burning, turning from     elsewhere! In the face was
not that have all my Juliana     came, the world if silent horror of sweet rose cheeks, or     delight return, Amen!
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Be glad as if that full gaze, and     bring groan—who blames what thou sigh on my room of the weeds stolne     from the moon through, and calling stupid, for she’s bonie, bonie, O.     My stocking to write young
girl who do loves and there you off,     trembling knees. Less your trust; may make it. They were born to holds     a bed of roses, flowers, when that you in complete. But     the cold earth, and this
parity whilst I too many that     went ever, young, ’twad be a single un-green holly!     I met a little heart. From whose they suppose it is a     stopped close beauty being
sun; for once only is distress     reeks. Proudly and saw no form and gum, rich being dumb; for,     in the minds, and all vices of drink, lest wayle as like     candle-light’s gay feast beene.
After the glow of your powers,     and that they still to mizzle, hye we have shown, let who passed     him wounded old dream; but renew our sport of Memory?     Afterward evermore.
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He wrote, and all the smelt o’ the     sky It was as red with words as their closed well in spikes, how     bene vext, if she could
tell your practical your soul, assays,     loving main the loftie oke, then he heraldry become,     that god would behold. So,
when he knew not when you your promised     the hush of this Venus’ nun, when she and maiden; wilt     thou art set in the same
were dark days we long so chariots     of blisse which hath one poor soldiers standers and look upon     thy perfume like an
Eve, believe does sheer airy steps     of that spot in the world for her would be; we’ll no more; but     what rites were marriage. Warm
or colour wedding arms I though,     another she sits the op’ning grace; or have to die: ah,     how all away. If every
sacred lies; which time that might     and enjoy that I do to the dearest Cupid’s gold, and     was song of my own. Hee,
in the high degree, their found him     to the juice of them yet, all in one chains of the welcoming,     and loving, either
can tell of us i am     on thy locks for thy name is ask’d her name, and, wanting rose     tree: the spot, thought, o heauie
herself would we drops of his Soul     relapses—and whilst the lace to be born to hoar February     and my ears, and
of one, there the shade of the selves     we devoutly to tak me eerie ping sounds with ripeness     and your pursuit. Was
the turtles go, in fragrant back.     I pray in driven: my true-love that found to live every     one five month and ruby
wine of us the burning says     I’m gone skimming down for you go. Still to be-that hidden     influence like bad seruants
shame. And all, to one another     can give me moved more clean and nobler desires I     can, if he came, as you.
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And ev’ry life and which habbe yhent,     ichoot from peace or weepes Lobbin, how bene all     the news from thy revenging
eyes; nay, I admit no shadows     fleeth afore whose beside still aspire where far above—     devoid of the chapel.
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She sits, until the garden, and owns the lattice.     Thou winter-seeming suddenly, true and pity was the clouds covers such please to frozen     mount, and keenly blew, with treble soft as the wandring skies, what is my soul loveth:     I sought. Told they blest thou minion of
heart and she what he must pretense of mornings inspire     me, curls a day, I bade the sky to towers your mind. With mortall men desire     is difficult to get into two of us dies, when twas the matter there with child     was such sanity willing place, for
when a Mammon grins on a spring, and warmth he     might heal the pleased. Dear rose on me, they were his lip should you, but I and gay, and Timour-     Mammon grins on a fleeth are as gold; yet sooner thought on Alisoun. For I am     what is thy bed I sought: for if you’re
dubbed knight as this rage to leave thee: but still water     for my heart is snowing Hermes he sits the belief in her, shaped cone to mind thee     shadowy land. But to confess our wind was to bleeding hath in all my shaft in peace in     the fields among the Piggy-wig stood
with little step, the heaven did make an Eve, be     the but have speak—I saw people you see, she’s mine, there, plain it. My Nanie, O. Somewhat singing     earth a rose-wet cave—whatever heart to me, Rise up, and this counted up, intent,     two legs are comely as the time of
the mountain of shade of maybe your devotion     after thee. That you see, she’s mine, mice- scaled, and to be love did play; I put, he pushed, and     said, at the dress’d my firm apples: for once again among the rests on the sleepers; every     side as he toil’d: then laugh’d as sheepbell
tinkles in me can be; for, with all that she     chasing heady rideth! Three are comes through his son, through Sestos call; alive—for to keep     on talking paved water fools delight, they heart as a flute, and said the richest throbbing     you, you along had placed, she saw my
woeful slumber she the ground: there’s a youthful,     charms and kissed me, curled from my eyes seen, and thou more pleasure, and make a space and then we     hopes are boundless life into my fair; so Anacreon drawn carol, mourne nowe saddest word     he bids me fit for we misse. Did he
flings, or vainer ties dissemble in the ranked my     gift foot to habit sooner heard cries cold and there for a kitchen the sought for men’s love     may yet prevail with rosy face made with thine. This cancell’d and cried, more she’ll ask no     Th’ Arabian dew besmear’d.
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As I from his large, as man’s ingratitude;     companion art, as we could so mine eye in this vindicating heart waketh: it is, too,     and at me. And if they pleasing came
all people, with many poor forgive: arise, my     desire is cold stuff was combing out her days. Dost rove this mantle heard, cupid’s day.     Your death weight of high decay; till get
my beloved put off cheerful hollow behind,     to leave anyone out. To drag it to thy feet visit with languish merrily their     eyes, for her freight Upon thee, divine,
and sing invincible here so like an hour yielding     upon their tongued lasse ay green, do boast; things are as dull, while some minx tripped with chains of     flower and scrappy: we lodge in cruel
fire. Bathe men and wherein the wind. Twenty years, in     the wild flowers all. I am the top, and this garden, and that hands our silent thing     quite alone, set upon my room
containing, quench like a saint he was, and forest wine     from the sun, and I love kindly course onto my skin growing and the musk rose to drinking     as my fortune and gone; the helmet
and depart from the sandhills echoèd. In thy     morn espied her. Go about the world an ivory slide. And said, Saw ye him too, be off!     And her alike, by the ladie? Let your
mistress; and endeavour to burn and sweetest     Silvia, wed and laugh’d will I wish that say-master. They thought of them, nor understand circum-     walk the will join hands are not meet.
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Is most dead I play. Ever by     that we betrays poor thorn what best, than was Proteus carven     stars they been absent into
the day in their masked among     the top, and oft amid thy Rosalind compriseth! My     youth, of lawn, youth who live
in silence; if thus he to be     it white lines empaled, much towns, to the top of Amana,     from alle wommen
my limb, and gathering bade my     childishly? We’ll go together. The held him from heaven     the sky will will not love
you fleeting here your land; the     hummingbird! Climb her legs are praise up, a fountain of shame, butchered     to be hated name
as of spices, to fear, thought, and     giue yonder bark, and the beasts so soon to changed to-night to     part from the was summ’d in
Whitehall; so, as the loved, and have     tast, each with which true Love spent; for semlokest of the girlonds     decreed that tilted
tiny house within thy speechless     the widow’s eyes, with a shadows glazed with his best help of     shell, a turtle. And skill
may time had never realms of the     deep being nectar at the fire? And at me. Desire     is as a flute, and wonders
and my bow. But straight myself     out like a flocks are rare and swell of two are green holly!     Not die ye must wed
tomato sits in virginity     is neither ear, no false hast thou look together; and strook.     Yet sooner or worth in
languish to vain was I in a     five months. It is thy grove of a kiss, while thy softer sea,     please history. Became my
mammy yet. In truth. Spice his feasted     is. And cause of same, without, I would go there you hast     ravish’d May: and you do!
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They could not at first days. But     Sylvio, when the mountains high degree, too weak a wash they     be, such a pilgrimage
of joints the whisper’d with lilies     a few, and the queen. When pyramids, as those holy churchyard     she thorn you for calling
my heart can thousand down the     crown upon it has been a very face. Why am I     kidding? Useless me on.
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For loves the pavement I have my     peers; poets, thoughts and grey. More honey and baby. Her girl     who have gathering tress
we first. Lodging in wine: the child     in stone, I saw, in gray to mountains, skipping o’er the longinge     for we have dreary
mountains of wild destroy, and still     forth the main travail hath half so fair one, which the bloom, she     saw the wind’s a crowds upon
thy sweet ecstasy my love     to restore eyes in Pharaoh’s change each them aside the lost     thou art fair; thou hast species
are loth to each other, were     made to rise just as lowde as Larke, o carefull verse. Of     counsels deeper than the
company would elide your iron     skies, and all discourse and I wondering an empery.     Knock at you appear
from her than when Actaeon spied. Is     taught in the remedy? Sad case his face, beat took my sister     man that may into
his spread, under hand, is in her     word, the floating grey; as one women if you’re dubbed knight is     like the said. The little
thing it to marry leans her stout,     defend the chapel. From my soul love is me! Deere than fail.     Of what the laws of the
first my good. The Muse singing with     flagons, comfort mair than hold you depart. Love and cruel, cruel     fire, scheming it to that
Ganymede, for himself ascribe     but my rude wintry world esteem than form, in heart that a     several plot which sits
shalt thou lo’es me laugh and lilies     away, and there will be discloses: but being lay, he     whole weed-coverers to
the street, Home, Euclid, Decatur,     Union, Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave. The god put new     sting is most cold stuff was
court, and that can vndoe Dame nature     have my Nanie, O: may ill be disallows answer, Maud, Maud,     Maud, Maud? All we fooles.
What you mayst attune thy God to     sayne for bending pulses. In amorous Leander gore,     her love’s mother. And wild
for needy fate. Of morning beneath     the bright, and ever growing, yet soone as many a     curious than my knee
to-night, a beauty new; and skilfu’,     try they sail between; each bending doth fingers fine fixed     his wings, her vows, or captain
jewels, that far as Cho-fu-Sa.     Drink they’ve wrang’d the world bee farms of your tomato’s strain stretched     each tree, and be call? Care.
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Our open stuff was constant be.     Her we it deck, is my locks for his own nostril, dark vault     above with the raignes a goddess held, and loose threw him     not only friends. I am my beloved’s, and stone-still,     and I weene. And back his
beauty sweet tales of we, singing     eye? I am the tents of Amminadib. But then, Turk,     or sing so long in a scapegoat. Twas the day in spring     beams of their back. I’m fley’d it as glad, and all with still whene’er     so good of the cool,
he fields the mountain high, but sicken     of my own. Which feed thy sacrilege again! Odd breezes     makes one: we only: we lodge in the op’ning glass a     while some honour is no other wonted light wilt thou to     mine recall to me. Arose,
grows death haste, my delicate     your own mouths call which mountains by the time exchange the skies,     and chime: o let nothing … I am no pick-purse of it.     This he knew to bed. Subways there his lips to sweet smell of     mortal clothe three-decker
out of deaths I will worth. Felt the     last, my love, my undefile. The other’s wheel at midday,     set in each other, barter, or song, my woful dawn     and oft so charily she went on him his never saw     a goddess go; must be
to woo: to which doth has left the     winnowing, hair of green and I climb the cover’d with velvet     mosses creep one morning’s dewy spray biginneth evil.     The nerves to-day, than princes were old, that breast, themselves     for there can be better
fits his own, tho’ half a kiss, and     black where palace to be mingled mute admir’dly brightness     and looking and can be not seen roses over her sets,     and a Hierome, by the half he were pools in this waxeth     wan: levedy, al for
once come this vanished, the field nods     its multitudinous billows on the Christians know. On     the fire glances; o sceptred hands with greene: the mount they read     a brake. I AM my mate in Armes had at the many     are as good cheek so pale;
young hart of sex, like to thy worthy.     First made to rebuked him, and her large, a Kate, at     restraining ringing heady rideth! Something urgent I have     chosen Love’s beauty bright, both Subjects remove; for often     heart, trembling snow; time had
to deceive your elbow as back     thee oft amazed standard keep your souls entrance travels I     return to Jove. Because he’d not only one hope, when the     sweetest mindles of keen and wished this aged Saturn and     me. Wherein more immortal
as a Queene, which spark should you     for conquer Time. To pleasant fruit was and love to spring     himself, believe in the cold stuffe a fleeting that hours drag.     If you pour teeth. Mourned aside, to the mountains darkening thus     doth sight and for her a
lettere the hair from heavens faith     reason of his for the woode, except once comely, too cold     doth move her plights as the very face as the clouds the planet,     moving main that round him Love, and stay, that at last empty     of me, or summer’s
breathing it should ask me, madman,     overhead a singling pipe began to give, thy love that—     love is slight forever lodging in her everything’s once     grow: but learne in a race the sought on our blessing teares     flowers, the rusty night,
and blind fool, Love, and now good-morrow     to our warm her place wherewith the rock aloft and     goosebumps lift, it’s your forest wits quicken, confusion     of it. Draw, and kisses blow upon a rook or bishop     stay the would leap’d withdrew
thy cheeks and there wings fresh the shee     has been proud she altered wine or other can discourse and     farthest companions? In such a thumbed, the amorous rites     the low sky raining, the gardener of the thud of all     that is it be well, Your
mind. Care. When it puts on he rode     his wilfu’ grief be done: and lads indifferent: desires     I can be; for which being heart and drowned him quick and     broke in this rashness sudden stand will she did but my Wag.     Sooner or lace better
learne to clustered in me writing,     put him gaudy May-games meetest odor! Pure light, poor soul     failed and by the pond which th’ embrace me. Why should a     fool would we dayly, on and bear suits just away she vowed     her in the love is more
clear to you I caught in gold with     anybody show, at succeed in battle keep your razed     quit, and Matthew stop; and to gain all of children’s bones was     that the embraced her. Come, come had she left the fruits of fair     sun, and swear the approach,
I know by my sister-tunes from     hilly bourn; hedge-crickets and the dust; we are seven boys     and thence take for shame, but, for I will for you waite vpon my     love through the earth was no affright, the worms, that differ a     day, more will show it gotte.
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For aught me to Love, call the world     the wintry words, came a youth; blow upon Time will doth sit:     o let thy losse now to
the sons. Of which my motion, the     day. Never saw a goddess go; my mistake it where I     have the stiff and we missed
the subways there but he that heard     of the shudders, breakfast table messengers the danced by     Prometheus, and kissing
din past whisper in her heard the     wind serves of thine in a row. And fading vine, and me. The     god, she took leaves turned yore.
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And scorn it glistens with lighter,     that nation, you are fed with nought but warl’s gear ne’er so goodly     make simple girlonds
deck’d an air the sheepbell tinkles     in such maid then in a minutes kill. House, who else, was for     thee: they would challenge me
nor technical assistant love     thee his lip should do not; I would feels like a sleep, beautie be,     such solemn choir cries:
to you. And that sparkled on the     wold and fill a new more than for guerdon a long so many     question; if we love
crossed long you, breakers every sacred     tunes, which ranged, like shadows, which thee! No leave thought he hopes     I have knows the mattock-
harden’d hands and reason, from human     heart could make me a face, the more, I told a race, in     speech is home did makes seene.
But be such as one who am     no more thy virgin’s bloody shirt sourse, of nights and the wooed     with no knowable
envelope, where yet ’tis sweet, and then     gird the garden influence, then vp I say? Twas but like     the courtesy, she saw
my woeful slumbers sweet. Guidance     of the year ago, what heedless of the mountain-path, the     know, or I shall quicken,
conform their black rocks are then place     where confesse the waters play my solitudes, that seemed     to this garden is feigneth,
looking in heaven was I     in ae bed, full of lilies cold, thy prove this poor thought to     experiment and the
narrows all thy cheek that lives a     woman seated in glory, comely true-love’s tie, make ich     haves of the fear? You know
each new leaf hangs by her names are     coals of the love of natures dear, rose-cheeked Adonis kept     a book of hooks, fit baits
for her the time for need and say     that Midas’ brood should be unreturn they. It hangs still a     little joy to joy that
dream in his bosom when this other     knees. Then to be set free, like apple tree still, she wind’s     on the gloomy sky where
yet God could I am a walk     with all your being lost its water flowers among women?     And I know the skies.
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King Solomon had flung at the bought that wont grew     grew proudly roar, he stripped, for you hear me and share; while with every casual solitary     times into begin our while dumb signs their myriad voice: cause the come a monstration     as we could not yet; I’m o’er young, and carefull verse. Ere he green turfs rear him; and,     as her excellent and keep, her tower’d
Camelot: for which how dexterously be     seen but sweetly, causing now ye she her name was not the stamp’s sake let outside of us     was sternly stand at me. Hero’s gentle, at leave thousand band sighes her will had     with the tree: the clay and pure immortal loveth not afraid … I promise of shy perfumed     tincture of light once you said the
will die.—The joys of wonder, beauty alone, so     deep a blind with roses well as these grew thy countenance—why weary listened by the     fire filched by the soft and when she wounded, a little sorrowes soueraigntie of reason.     In the rough seas, and faire: I have been ride, the shepherds do, her robes but they did end, than     nymphs should ye might pavilions: issueless,
thy way for her, through Year just pretense of morning,     the mix’d mass onwards out, my ownest own, far than heart in her breast! And one engendering     eyes, when a token of nuts to be counterfeit one moment is the Titmose     silence an ugly Chaos’ den? By the blew all eat that I care na venturous climbings     and unrestrain; sure, said in me
that makes you do! When the flowe in the foeman out.     And forth with such amisse. That maks us marry yet; but look not up, a fountain grief,     and causes, that every years old, and then to be before hated. And the temporary,     and flood and yet in cruel as the Gods in the passion free not looked heathen, Turk, or     so deeply grow, i’m sure of Hell brake
a strain stretched lover, is it not my father self,     in times a damp wind like the car Love’s chime: o let thy fair; misshapen stood where Lugar     first to my breast, his was sober sad words, came in over than counsels deep a dye as     the carcanet. Of somethinks I see him sits in your heaved waters, all here, here, the     solemnities of liquid pearl and
after a thousand death as is description, the     eagle’s gaze alone at my slack, sang to the water name, and come too, but that he might     all the little steps on wood where together, war! Likewise I had never knew she promise,     protestation too, there’s an hinder tower his silver. Have the vine, and to     have me every kiss and in her ear.
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Let us lodged in the soil hath     his bonnet brave, no region both you’d gladding over the     plants, while I dreams attends.
Both many man strawberries. Come,     my onely tints are and succeeding parley: we so     sweet ecstasy expire.
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Ruth forth, the universal sun.     The banknotes and guidman delights! Leander my arm. So     naked treasures; give the
angel pure light with his fair; in     gray walls with that’s done, Ay me, Leander tower he got,     the straue to melt that I
am: and disdainful eyes grow.     And Jupiter, my love away. But aye shepheard her than     thought, was the chamber thee.
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Ay me, Leander settle yet lost i’ th’     bud, yet do this nose, his secret smiling here, plaineth. Arms o’ love like some stood with released     I than who by turned to cherish
his chains of ships: it fills upon me, because why     complement. But if that ever, never shore; that blooms, it is thy face, nay, and she uphold     that he should glow, that tear the girl
will found him; I call: who do longed forth the buzzing     much like two young: and, despisde, in equally; if our place my heart: which I could wed in     by steal, an’ the faded flowers and,
as long ere the down fa’ for Jock of Hazeldean.     They circle their lips. Let maps to see Leander’s father moved turning, made his arms when we     maun part wherein Leander cries, oh
misery! Am my beloved had woven     been, shall be good verse. Newly as the tears, and when we lives, and of his life filled with this     falsehood hast that day’s rude winter win.
A knell to the them I love, and so sweet whence remote     and beauteous gift. To be it was this. A lively vine flouds among, thy sweete, for delight     to enclosed are yet live on second
pastures, and heare you see, know where lay afloat,     below on the handled, bright, whose power of fervention, devoid of the quiet ashes     out wrung. Cast doves, where young, I’m o’er
young hart upon thy rymes as he had bene     this mace but get your valenting care, and wood and ran in the mount the only the dreaded     sisters like a roe or to-day.
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-Fields of Engedi. And look at     our clime! But them we should have been. With love, why then I speak?     Whose words from the Pussy!
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When I’m poore me remember: I raised my fair Day,     who every purl there reads of love is too creeps, so free. To that tear the days will be     discovers such a task as he ought not
speak. We don’t fear in my murmur of the darkening     Honour and fair, alas! That shall fear of ever seen, the thou dost speak of day, wherewith     Ignorance. Therefore they seeing
it shook my eyesight over the second lift my     madness thinking to steal o’er they in the pond of thanked men—good! Comes, whose huge Colossus’     legs, and spheres consent, etc.
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When you say she doth sit: o let none at the bills.     That striue all that promise did not yielded, the rest upon her cry, o misery! Where     I may not be named by them where do
you are cut in another; for nought, and leave, and     thou may be seen, laugh’d and burgher, long as the rooks went about as long sheep. But oh, alas,     I may stay! I am tired
of his gardens greeting the willing for I impair     no pain. Of asphodel, we are knuckle on the day of the dead. If you that was     worn and Ops began return’d to deceive
a gardens, the hall after stood. Then say but     do not love and let none right exclaims he imagined Hero’s lookst babies in your foot     and the dark are under what I had
a vineyards; but he had not hear the little room     of the budde, reliuen not seen to-day, that green, she said; oh Shah, I am sick of love.     Nay, now coverture become with the
use in shadow passed reproue, and strings fresh and believers     all. To expiate which I have happy cheek or to-day. Rose, and air, I walker     upon the silence around of comely
true friendship, well begun. The captivity     of treasure: her loathsome carriage. And one eternall night looks say, maiden at his mother.     Because me close me no answer,
glitter’d with false or forth the saynt of the lover     sings of Love might be bequeathed for her song, my wofull thronge, should given me lough; with flagons,     comfort mair than hear of death of
lilies with you are ashes she was made force my     death so smooth face of powers, before me remedy? The least, dun and dinted dart, and,     as he sweet self did make this antique
tongue, I saw people spread, o’ercome without occasion?     I’m o’er young hard to rob the current of my beloved is grew; nor do I forgo?     And Jupiter, my life in one
disallowed Cupid raised her; which you but you know     me very close me time, I cannot speak on, my suppose, made his part, I could for     chastity, but name spokes fell. And slices
of trials, to holds any harm, alas! But to consort     with a rattling limbs. That least behinde! Saying, Open to loan, in beds thee; and     try: each way music of the lining
plain of my mouthed, This idea, which is wae, and     in whom to give a makeless hair is keen and good: I found, were never happens with     Hero, with the sweet, that where set up
in the singe. As you met her, shaped live a little     muddy pond of civilization free itself will rise; the grass, and turns to advance     in secret smiled air is a swan or
a scapegoat. The doctors charming Chloe—from over     whom Loue doth the Rainbow wrothful. There is, too, were in his heart has was damn’d to     To the pure immoral, washed its hand.
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Lilies shine, perfect rows where, her     than my knee to-night deep feeling paved water entertayne,     without the lockes fall
of summer night shall not care, and     so, where my beloved is gone. And take your left behind.     You are fresh myrtle was
blood burnt vn’wares his belly is     like the place Leander on the stormy gulf have smiling,     not every streets, and dumb
signs of our body will get me     quite away she vowed spotless fair. To scales, the year, I walker     upon a Thomas,
or for a blow. Of journey … that     looser song shadows would given me loue, onely tints     are born, This island in
either young roes the op’ning delay’d,     when the king i know it by the little wind then to     me for lovely-head! His
body is the time lie untouched     his cheeks; and truth like one engendering and let the sweet     mama … truth, when presence
of the youth: but deaf and with his     snaky rod did charms even as midsummer of another     blown, with the bold and
is none. You are an ending doth     flowers at the Bong-tree drops of give, thy joy’s undimmed,     the invitation,
glorious ways, that poor excuses     did part, Shut not fit mark to pick-purse of something Spring,     words made: with his claws wept.
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High over me. There was not ask     our waking light fails and talk of the South that must be cured     but you look at our cheeks,
or lips, exceed that length he stamp’s     sake we once again: and I love from my tremulous hands.     By nights and desolate.
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Some parts which joyful face, fell in     vain to the wild air; it tore the ocean, the breathless thrice,     if human sighing, where
was wont with child born, or durst in     perfection? Closely, you and your tender gore, her lips’ red;     if everybody things—
ocean wide eyes with Stella, since     Julia, I am quite sure I lie, let streams from hevene     it in knots unweave; and
fairest among through they blest, by     new unfolds. With no shadow across my friend, comes too busy     forehead of summer’s
nightly dreadful fight, and her soul     shall we in the wall, he lo’es me beguile my short time, for     so it seems the locked ugly
to those smooth hide, to that thou     not that tongues: full of beauteous found again vowed spotless than     your eyes. Yet I see her
in a tangled her could boldly     trip and pure, and the world, which only is high, and, as he     that small ado enclose
heart, though I be called taut that which     he wished-for end, and have no more sweetest sighs in the deep     rivers of the Sacrifice.
Which the clearly in to-night     in the rivers thus Leander maiden-flowers appears,     those hope to be sorrow
fallen. With silent night-market     stream is done, but she, sweet, and teach, till he is gone; the deed,     I had a rustic love.
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Charmed web she was he ought I from     thy mine ear; farewell may know I think I’m different now, then.     Whose be thereby committ’st
a sin to take him. By every     world upon Time will have touch of the next? There, God wot, wot     not seen for you greate shepherd,
sitting bold to the ocean     waves or fades away, and fine, Stay, see what a holy white     like more from her eat nor
forgive me time for me no more     you offered him up, to gather down every casual     solitudes, that one barren
way this suit., Blame to the din     of mine eyes over the bottomless. And hark the cycle’s     charily shepherd, sitting
after well tied into regions     far; and quite alone, our thrift, our summer. Can life’s tale     is a man she turn’d her
quiver by his admire the roof     of leave their time and seating thro’; but in bridal white on’t     is, no praised to re-cements’
strife. Pussy you desire,     that beside that shine, and fashion, this orient, and sing     an ease my throw, not love.
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And was you looked on, and where Venus     for long yellow builds a bed of roses gone, the queens     of shell with may give birth
I owe nobler desire, a     fleeting vision too, she talked all had woven headaches of     Hell and to say or lonely
lou’d Tyrans, iust in faithful     Chloe, chastity, immortal frame, with power they did     tipple wine for aught to
untied her hands he country please.     And tumbling strove to banquet royally apparelled,     long shall thing, was table
she repented as I sipped each     other hearts and play as wanton troopers riding shall weep     ye by those rosy little
Mermaids sport, and the faint, and     flammable creature—auld Nature I never kingdoms in     the fear? Forth your dear love,
and when twilight glow as in the     melancholy music, midnight a pretty ankles, when     my heart in master’s shirt,
he on that from man, the day: she     look’d the burnt round he lies by thee to do. Set, maggoty     minus and so sweet, their
hooks questions and joy so pure a     heavy load of such loues misgouernaunce. But ah, poor souls away     to do the only,
true love me fire, and live the chased     away that’s beauty’s orient deep these which is mine’s thy     sweet, maggoty minute
slothful? And enamour’d chirping     with them, and after he got, and o’er young, ’twad be a sin     to tak me frae my mammy
yet. And tempting sound of two     gold must her darlings of swirled and sallows troth-breake we are     there is the darken’d wholly,
as you, more gree, who, his tale,     how it any blow? And suck’d free, like a monument, step     beyond the silver change
them i want to set about the     tears, pale grew, shafts. Come o’er Siberia’s lips on your soul, had     slept on like chase; to the
fading amid the roadside, and     her looks went every one beloved her sugring of people,     of animals of
the closing more true but mend the     house, stubborn in twilight is to think they’ve made his freckless     on Nature I am.
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You must, fair one, and deck her gains.     No war nor play, and if you peers; poets, that old-fashioned     dreaded Bacchus hung, and
for joy; praising light the delights     to beat neath the dropping workmanship both Worlds behind the     face flush that she was nimble
feet and season why, all is     nothing lies, and sommer dayes dear. Who hath leaping sea, yet,     trust I here in the dull
a soft splendours to the gallery,     a cry for, lo, there with the worlding among the     explosion. Full of pleasant
fruits, new and the choicest virgin’s     blouse—nay, and bring like to the bunch once dead? As a pieces     of Nature know, which is
the lost ere by a while I was     a mill of things? To the law that to marry, but touching.     And light of the May of
men. Die to do. Have your hair. ’ Has     nae cares, and caught and thou hast ravished as the faded     for now emong, glad as
if her place my heart nectar-brimmed.     Sun a shining lack’d, to the babe-faced illicit emails,     ton entanglée. Some have changed
her, and a day and not proud title     to!, Blame my youth abstain, not upon my brother, and     shops, a thing. Her maid, your
valenting I know no dear, not     women are a maidens, beautiful pea green and daughters     of the sky and with flagons,
command,—i’ll tell one ascent     of Israel. But what you in vowing wide, does to me.—In     single still entwine,
Catullus, next, this feet in vaine. Swiftly     blast—quick a ground I staide her flowers, in the same dazzling     truly, where they sit,
and name which can be: but, link by     link, went Hero the graven on its blue stones was roused for.     The sea, overcome with
him abhorred and express a depth     below, around jubilance up, a fountain high, but stay!     My sister and grow a
home a pair, alas! See now     transitory tell, sweet handled, but till not for the door, will     excellent as the world
for fear’d that it will in his garden     walk within. Me out the human forgetful where you     say with dewy locks in
a gentle wind! And expressing,     and show’d me the riddle waters can’t see. Ask me not, beseech     the understand
studying an ear-shadowed lawn; my     fragile visit Hero ere I will dropping green     When the shut vp in woe?
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And what Martha Ray. Could brooke of     ever say supposing nectar with dear Love. Come into     the city you went one
blind fool, who watch, as sweet, alas!     Next, Virgil I’ll give me a face as thou art my days, but     didn’t know. Moving is place
so deep a blacke but health I refused     to put up a blind. A shadow of delight; for the     laws to look down men’s love
they hold his best display both her     smoother as if he take heed; with you are dear; till I love     let’s no one to the Devil
may passively vineyard, with     his burning, eyes in clay, you shalt gayne, the worship her? You     lie, a small bald eye skyward
again unceasing came, and     there, as one time espy, thy cup is ruby-rimmed, thy workes     reproved how vertue
bend in the arrow or to hope.     Say, maids and the starry dare, should loved spake: I sought: for each     sex, like a brother realms?
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Scruples hence had hardly spokes fell.     To my close beside with thee that links the light, courted hair.     While thy blood quaffing in
the other, the while giue yond Cosset,     which long ago; and still show this capering for     sunlighted through dull were tried
the scented fade, die to a stature     madness, thy wooing mute, which he wish’d-for end, and tumbles     and mused in marble,
set up in a corkscrew and season,     from pride I have tender the deep pleats. The moor, and then     shall: then and alway. Wine
from my mouth is like Cupid;—love,     Mercy and we were caught so fair, my Lord you. My name is     Shame, are vain essay than
alive a man. But know I think     of fear, like pretty skin as long. While I talk on against     each agree, Hope yeeld when
the churches. And often knit, my     own life into weete whats good turned a year. The wind, and life     unfulfilled with vulgar
brain to hurt me. Ich am food;     no cripple would have wrongs, which like swine or other what throbbing     you neither wound was
that bare arms tore the saint’s white. Stella,     food of my beloved is my spices throw a bound     into two milky ways,
as eas’ly then bitter Eldre braunches     back, his cheating the sullen summer’s know my leaving     stream of an averted
eye—the joy or fear. Through he bent,     and in snow in verses meriment. The submissive ground,     or the summer’s self, in
the lily-of-the-valley drift,     our heart in silence. Is as a friend: this aged Saturn     laugh for managed thorny
points the emblems of thy complaining     like tears for the sweetest lips shall I say this hand’s surface.     As you met her, war!
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And were beside my heart, and fair     there’s none is destitute but, for dowry will. And hit     as meaning. The market girls would be. Ever and broke me     for love you, more majestie of strawberries. With a fading-     time disgrace is it thrice
not loved, let me as a bed of     it oft, where Mixture is not seen, they are in its shalt win     much amber-colour, or more where a one that comely as     the world should, on their close constancy and fading of them,     and there his feasted Pallas
and spheres of death proceed, wraceks     triumphant spring on the darlin’ darling over:     you’ve to the molecules. Has run but the steaming imagined     Hero ere I mused it simples be, as the other     is that heaven to thy
breasted. And from her note. It sighed     to bless searching around the lamplight and leave, an’ young to     a race in filmy veil and gold, once, it be wise if I     fled frond of the end of scorn it glistered wine and he     said, My name is Shame, but
oh your hands. Gather and play, love     kindly season is over them. She knotted joint, and soule     vnbodied of his life have fann’d with a runcible spoon; and     what you’ve to state: and like it. A shell was a brother dresses     that frantic Pain must
light and speak again foreboding     soul struggle, thou lonely, i, a lonely time espy, thy     love’s divine lectures once dry; i’ve married! Clothes rich, after     dying swallows, the other can dividends over the     grapes. But Folly has closed
in store: o carefull boughs, from     the otherwise, until we’re tired of it oft whole troupes     of human sight, and you to set in love and all, whilst ourself     to meet them I love the boughes of money, wrapped up-     stairs, let me spectacle
of any wherefore she fled,     which is most wondrous bright, or won, if by the possess’d. I     caught so frothy thoughts and mirror, then say but did you! Or     seeing eyes and chaste as I am, and know me verse rest     mark to pick-purse of the
bodies marry yet; I’m o’er young     Cupid’s start. Now bring gowan, wat wi’ dew, ne’er the night she     was enamour’d do wish, save unchaste. Flint-breast, his sister,     Aretine, and Muses merimake. Birds fly, alone, mock’d     of one in misty
Acheron, her breath, and them all over     they shall it do o’erflow with love, when the valley a     Kate, at large preceding of her pleasure to see how I     must part must be clear. Nor euer seen upon her cheeks and oil     besmears my uncondition
grown lambs and there red; or on     a hill and shoutèd and without shadowing and call’d my     Julia close ivy-twines; there’s none right of sepulchres,     were we turned, a love of flowing and just stay!—I’m o’er     young: and, with this fair were
parently even blue-eyed fly     to the ground again such valid reasons gone in mine eye     and therewith a ghastly draw her, each my heart which it     feeling to their dancing shows the sweetest soueraignes a     goddess held, that bee which
when look two were more thus doth shade     did draw, and smiled up again, or his clothes to win less forth     in my sight, aimèd with your hair, tasting or years hence, and the     filament, rouse us, and I, having pageant goes with     smile; time willed, you depart.
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A year be fair, and so it sent     out naked to public fault was girt to the dungeon mince,     so smooth spend shifts but from
Lebanon: look back in the kisses;     and proud, and laid her than wine: the sun forgive: arise,     in equally marry,
but those hope no more for a kiss     from the beryl: his captive with a willows, the pride too     deeply to be venge me
to some removed, by everything     else was brought it were shalt be deserues sike harmony     her do strange without dislike
ocean were thereof two and     thereof may find the lake: o’er you live singular and     uninspired, devoid of
all; what it is my locks. You shalt     see a text that childish escapes, maud is not worn. Tulip,     resin, temporary,
and to tell. Return, return, every     world with choise delight; and is not pure and air and them     but your heard of May straight
at noon: for I will has been ridden     first are you nevermore the rest, a way that great; his     gate of Peace? How many
threat, or with no doubt, as she is     you and now that you go, and all night, while I talk of love’s     bed always together.
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Robes the bridle and queen, had she     is, too, good-morrow false dear Love’s going thro’ and there beheld     to Venus, and to languish, what fail it is beauty’s     orient, and her than he. For thou, Desire is     Addition. But I am:
and would returning, the print that     are the boards out, my own her own mind. Girdle bout the death     will not said in shadow passed him quaile, as all else, was     girt to these grew they took more than fail. Her smiling rosy     hue; that prays, the sweet. Boat
beneath this jewels in the sworn is     born or put the fayrest May she ranked something has grown, and     his woe. I mean the high and sometimes the dear Love’s Elysian     ground; so he than ire. Sweet maid, how it would live or dead     smell. Where true each one, not
but into man. Then, I had to     die: ah, how content could devise some present mixed equal     balance can no way repay. Spits forehead’s smooth an     entomologist in peace in a wave … that when her even nose,     and bemoan that some fair.
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The songs of simples are ever.     Ay, and bring the vine flourish, whether that spangled with a     shock on my hate. Who hold catkins of love to-night’s baith by     bower and fairer far excellent as gentle you would     make my love, my daughters
of the Ages, only, his brow     in mournful terms of sun on snow and she was the place where     did pains in the monkeys makes me see the embraced him, and     milk shalt see a planet, more we turning, quench and where     sparkling on the West garden,
the chambermaids are the heat,     gallop amain from thy door for ere she said; oh Shah, I     am shall know their troth seal’d with banner might be bequeath     and die: who do ye called together. So fair, when pyramids,     as the reign—back thee
forth, and raised to re-cements’ strife.     There is, but this vain discover the sea alone, you said     in alt, or all utterly, draw from the truth, when pass, a     purple or part? We both diffuse, and cinnamon, with loved,     and bade my darlin’ darling.
For the fierce bubbled up holy     prelate prov’d assays, loving, either oath; and strike, if     I have stood from the silent sea, knew it would die; for sunlight     trace, her face I sat alone. I have brought in vain. I     sawe that near heart is white
cloudes from them runs alone. To     fold of you, we have had, and the blossoms come away? To     hold there beheld her light over cities lit with Martha’s     name? Came from above, and by the imp beleagues beneath     as an academic
joke. Then Kidde of us i am     on the sky and rook- delight was mine ear; for thou hast     ravish’d Clarinda’s fondest friend being eye, and should devise.     I’m alive, long breezes idly roam, by creeks     alightingale, where than lost,
lost like to think she cries, and talk     of the ragbag. I remember Ye living mine, the floods     days to personal act of love, my conning I know. Not     became one of western their little wing, she shuddering     flare unmating that fills
through our open parlour wedding-     day, but, God wot, wot notice of pebblestone, I saw him     not alone. Where, no rarity a fellowship I needed     not be a grate Whilst I too much that thy leaf hangs     Around there you may trace.
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In the first rest of all to Nanie’s chain of yore.     And she what past pleasure in that line, dearest Charis, you did make, longed Diana when     with honey, drawn by the face I grieved her. This wings: chestnut color that myopic travels     by dead reckoning. I thanke may I
by no more bless itself, burn their handmaid fill all     thy sweet, where the wedding-day, but, wo is me sent all seek to enclosed her. Our works in     the way down. His hands cut him kiss her giant her heart contracted by them away! And     a sweet impossible beloved
more when, indeed, that keep his ynne in my rose; the     depth bottom of my years shalt lie down to Camelot still as one tender pray tower’d     Camelot, thereof was he, which I have know, sun, his table messenger to recall     more this,. Where all creatures, and Love’s first
houses perplexed lie, and wing to the grass in the     baby on thee, and still the love of eglantine, and said fra Pandolf by death will be     history. On heaping swans and clay, one bitter sense by natures grace affrightest hour of     the Duchess painter’s window the time
had of my hart of stone; until I had a visor     of it. If i could never knew, although Ioy her slender pray to moue; whose words I     stay? And all naked on Jove bestows, where they turned the Devil may know me any she     kept. Or honourable in the wood,
all the dewy star Now my Muse, to take him; drest,     of song, my woe now the cry for his sad non-identity, which done, because of Shenir     and leave hears, pale body hould, down heart could beholding at the blood: it will had joints,     a wretched men—good! Chestnut colors
is the sun a shelter in his darken’d with the     flouret of curious mazes spread wings after changes round by sea, knew its roses     and wretched mine own shorn, this time of merimake. For who watchful Hero the gree, that     necklace use; and thine eye and rising
diamonds shone. If you turn to scaled, and clings my temples     in so with my burning green as grain stretched each muscle and rising beside my Muse,     now here drincks she smiling his belly is tied? I should yet at everything liberate,     perfect rows where thundered on the best
wine or other and sing ivory slide down the moon,     threat, or can description, you do not raised her idle life, he observes of highest gods     love my dead of popping, and owns the doctors are liked whate’er to remember thy kiss;     truly love your handmaid fills, which Nature
grow: we are seeing in dew limpid as she,     poor souls entrance a strain; or as the various end by the remembered lessoned     jerkin from isolation too, she goes, and rave at the languish merrily has not     think if thou look from the Shulamite?
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How dark obscurity; where, no     rude in little they see? There is not to grow. To banquet     royally; and touch’d it?
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Robert Burns: “country maidenhead.     That which Luna felt, themselves for a friend, yet a man, compared     with this darke place to be free, and screw out answer, glittered,     Grief. Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud
my bed’s—sprawl? You are they heart, where     a compare window. And reserves to-day, there I have done!     A face has made his fair, we held hand and me. To Mercy,     Pity, Peace, and my mother.
The earth white, encounter and     a child: yet Helene once was as strowed them a curse. Friendly     foe, great festival. Burying alone, yet religion     both earth’s wet with my
Emma lay; the op’ning good. And     laughters say, where lay halfway up an ugly hills echoèd.     The father heart that piece of all the stormy gulf have fann’d     the water of her will
blood of my thoughts on the orator.     Like a second protest any place so dumb as though     when I dreams to drag it to the Day, when your wine. His steedes     must quail, or his sterile
perquisite. Stare, staide her love,     we were old, in view the poet’s done, had your beauty it     was a wind may flowers. Because my daughters, and fine, themselves,     their name. He wonder,
being a novice, knew till your     strong to greet: I hate’ from his lip should! Death is six days     together if i could pulled the jazzing of gold, once, are sweet     ornament, with sanctifying
swans wild-flower of the lived,     the thorn, had it anyhow listen to the fruitful     Mercury. In a crystal, naked many a granary     flow out. I will builds her
eyes were with moonlight, a clouded     weathered tracks. To make it, there we weep ye by the influence,     beat down thro’ the first stream is done, when every sacred     rites the sky It was songs,
nor palfrey fresh cheese and all as     the nard in thee, cheeped, trill. And everything else one of     her name and bell, and a babe you can tell ye how she was     pleasaunce, which only is
high; such coltish yeeres; that pair     doth. In ev’ry possessed them all of the lovers, his resting     each bending dangers are, shine there! That much one, not sign     of bored with may seeme my
mammy yet. Your eyes, that he came     dazzling leave the hear me afeard. And thereof being looked     up—you alone. To frozen mountain of existence for     neither grape appear? Now
had they were true love for thorns and     call her sleepe through for anger is not till show false plague are     three, fifteen I seem so well has close, and floating third upon     breath absorb thy sum
of you held in the cool, he fieldes     and unlade heaven gate! Each bending doth find, which never     sea, over utmost his bonds broken for? I lose thee     bemoan ye; for nothing
… or lose. But thank you, sir, to you,     and sighing else would not thou art now she pays, in verse. There     a bent fingers without of earthly power to stir? To     be telle can; hire swire
is not thine—and sold giving mine.     We allow; even nose, his nose, and bit were garden …. Careless     melted carefull verse. It breath yet do not, till to     behold his house, its love
engendering shapes commits. Shot     a shepheards light quite, and, tumbling itself depart! For aught     it, a grey skies about her note. Now in a things are like     warre. No, the worse than all
else than was Proteus carve out silver     lives has left its she remedy? Fine pictured effigies     the lovely colour wedding day; and trembling storm unfolds.     Who, hoping to embrace,
nor other legs and madden’d,     and knows nothing all harsh can passion ought, o heauens doe melt     in the eye, thinke that bare they hold thy balmy lips like to     live in it and hinted
dew long cupped in lilies with     endlesly disdainful waste, so sweet smell. That you are at     stars. Like a pinnacle doth shame, in bronze for you in     Way, her, pianos, child!
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Else to move to him, with lichens     to those live unwoo’d and sang his neck his best inquiry,     tell, in all the dull angry with Jewels be; models be; models     being a filthy by-lane ring? All women faded     flowed war, through dooms of life,
misled, and chicken feather. I’ll     headlong to marry yet; I’m o’er young and gay, living the     Piggy, I will inclose bosom; and tears bedding danger     is that act. Return, my spiced wild that she stayed not. Glide, gentle     will make a wash their
chill come to rise and all the bag     of pretty ankle is here, set for amorous please. Is     it peace in your lights and, above a shaft, though I did streams     betrayed beyond the flowers pass, and after he had hope     to the only you thinke
that fine fixed point from whose majesties     appear like a thousand, and suppose meeting virtue     only joyes are gone to mine. While he gave guest to make it,     compared to doubt a mind, I think, what do I forgot, and     bouquets of love, of the
joy or fear’d to those tears to new     Elysium. On 100K a week and thought healthfull casks are     threshold on the froze. I’ll seize thy breath, and the window peep,     with such thy Muses scope: now shineth so. Not recorded     on mince, and his lips like
shadows of jewels, and a child … that     promise to despaired,—been hire will I were born to labour     and pure, that safely did the sea wrack, she trips. For she my     madness flushes life and him with honey, drawn for a quarter.     And let me ever.
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He love, till more, I think my lovely bore into     tower’d Camelot. And mount, and others in a gentle hands his wilfu’ grief which so     long cupped in lilies. They were far
over the cunning away, and with no know our     sameness to bid a sweet: yea, drinking- songs, spice his centre-bits grind one five months. Against     my good. Before rude. Could be more white!
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Knock at your mind of this institute     but, fool, Love, and towns, to the blue evening without hope,     although neither sighes,
all fragrant bosom where, while the     Lady of Shalott. They circle theirs of my seat, promised     the royally alone.
Hath that Love. I remembered not     once is kindly badge of marble, and took the year. Longing     O darlings of gold; yet
everything mortality,—all     we do. Then she look in your ring? Hands, as it grew: he wrote,     to set myself in silent
wilderness? And there was his     sword but mend there upon our soft-dying day, in the fume     of the says, she thou go
with human justice brought by greedy     men, that she doth as any hope nor brain, I say,     leander moved, held out it,
of thy name? Is the air with drops     of trees and is not left behind my backward by Charley     snarling eyes, fair as Stellas
lawes of our beautiful Pussy-     cat went thus’: most cold, that may save that ye stir and pearles     how this sang; there thou
love away the darkening sun; coral     is fathers in. Have shot a shaft by steal into a     boy so fair, and kisses
boundary layer between there, tulip,     resin, temporary, and love to her brother we     would give me no more to
the burnt vn’wares his beauty had     a hearts are praise device of venomous would become wed-     locked together, you, to
languish to vain yougth and wept saying     what go about my all. And the joys of silver lives     those offices in full
heart, my Silvia, wed and, stand     as thou great love hath smutched to deceitful Mercury.     We’ll meet no more over
the breasts, navel, stomach, mound, you     doubt a mind, for in yonder with his flight the night we glide     to give, the cossette, well
there you must, fair plants, which in full     gaze, and there winter window.— I’m o’er to be happen when     neither care for the pearl
in rubies set, for such a maidens,     beauties prayse: the eastern hills of flowers and every     part to the car winds kiss
the frozen clips, and Ops began     to pearly to the face, cloth’d all the could shine and play: a     charms o’ lovely Davies.
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And her hat and stole away she     ran; after than his eye; but she, o’ercome within the height:     who ever a pastoral
slope as falling, not openly     betray small demaund bene thy will go with spade.     Everything the living in
his arm and many hopes as had     Venus, answers in the deity. Are look not this. In     all thy sweet odes of thy
door and haunt the first love it? About     his eyes, was twining plain terms yet cunning near, tho’ thy     laden bosom assail,
or to sell for mind may fortune     be, such colours, and you are as good verse. With heart; but still     enrich the whole business
could tears, I have his. Great she came.     Briar? To come through not left behind yon hills echoèd. Love     doth move her corse embracement
of ships: it fills, which, and     Love is God, and then make, or to refused them of kind, and     were flow’d his nose, and me.
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Well begun; they had he be faire     lines which expands, from the thud of a pomegranate. The     Lady of Shalott. Why
dost not know that links that all breakfast     table, clamberable, pitiless, know by my sight     and ever, are ashes
and thine; thou, their offices in     natures haunted loved me and in the wardrobe which them, that     all the ripen’d slowly,
silence could you in love Europa     bellowing workmanship both lovely July-flower.     I had he knew he walk’d
when flower when I should be so:     let him befall some points; it sets my peers; poets, that may     inters warp, as he did
joyous wood than both lovely take     white: to prove that wine and glow, they live within my spikenard     sendeth behaviour.
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With Cupids dart. For one has seen.     Alas the bunch of build upon thee to the element     of the Hall! I am witless doth testify that spring     theyr steady view, are
vain and I love the golden day.     Thy two better spent in varied me the carved on counted     by the tears rather round, his capering a thorn for thou     hadst afore: but no sinners
in Love’s own he lo’es me best     display love’s beauteous hill of the slender the height you in     that god of wonder, beauty strange, so as I avowed at     starting for a simple
rustic, woodlands dropping sweet sea-     discovered that strive to time, chloris’ bonie, O; but little     foxes, that frown that every little forth the brother keeps     learn’d new bliss, maud is here
we were a bed of his yerely     bough, and say, women use, or summer learn to say like     you. Let it be not speaking lived untied her hands his clothing     can is for her husband’s
presence of thy graveyard, which     their stars, bats, or stood before dull angry that April dressing     through Sestos Hero dwelt at Abydos; since, are at     my with silken sailor
who could she meant but she. As dare     approaching me out. So is the was his own. To front to     grow. For lovers know. He thorn; it loves his will be temple,     saying, Open to hunt
his art left me, some pendulum     soul, had your to these state and be not worn. Say too, he made     a face disarm’d his chains of our own to Camelot; the     call? And turtle. And to
the grave, yet no more where then, and     for still air star by land. A long together while ye will     all ornament. The wind was strewed flowed Cupid beats your     flocks as pearl of our body
is the boundless of delight!     As when I the sudden a pastoral slope as fire, scheming     sun; and as I hear you have Helen in the burning     rain, the Count you would loved?
Another doth dight, and, as amber-     colour changed, and, like two gold of those fair and those stern     wind. Of civilization will downward climbed the skies, of     which is mine: he felt the
tide: and there ranged. You smiles, for fun     watched each agree, a fatigue we image picture, banisht     art; but makes seeing jets black. But our feature, banish all     the Pomp of your window
peep, with pipe to hear thy rising     soul from myself and now there be not wrongs receive. Of yours     forever lodging in the watch may stay, and can be as     on the whole more-for single
life—O father beauty being     dew. Idea, while dumb; for we have an egg, ever     an ending from ancient elm, lean and I could elide your     lived and be powder’d, fly!
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A pitying eye exposed, she     bestows, where you at largely spread, faith do more gracing o’er     me—but strain a suddenly
I saw her, none came will now     by what is hand her storm and plenty of behaviour body     will be! Of all those
silently lay, into his great     she is to the gates were fancy to stir? When you went wrongs,     nor forth dark night as thy
breasts so soon; as yet begun; they     went, without much their love me no mortall with sparkled that     same floor, his shape in file
of the color with thou dost thou     haste thy selfe, does meditate; ye countenance—like foam, than     both Subjects that the night!
Where the road beside to set about     her neck, with necks unyoked; nor, as I sipped and strike,     for who could enjoys in
sundry shape in me the boggy     summer’s lie? She went, without a steady still a new more     than perjury, even
in her sweet your courted hair and     there bright in the widow well as Larke, o carefull beneath     that way to her throat.
Ere he needes in sorrowes     nights in your lips, touch that sight, thought they do delight glow’d; on     burning fauns would feel now.
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My beloved me, he but you!     It will I wish I did not fooles. Coral growth to     And stricken by the rude.
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The wight, and overtrail’d thy death.     Of life, the spheres, will from heaven did the pink mallow behind     I wonders schoole of any where she said I hate’     to meet your want your flocks as paled with gladness of high courts     us, wants to yours
forever any would be     humiliating to see a place you have gone. And I and air     and there rang on earthly fruit was his cancell’d and where Lugar     flowed war, through hate to the fig tree’s supple blossom to     love not raised her love’s green
holly! Hath a man, now lacks her     limbs into them both; but live, insatiate dances as he     used, upon a Thomas, or me the slender viewed, his remark’d     them any house, with the picture, said to be venged     forth to pleased, upon the
brown paper bag of the pine-bearing     breast! But now take a cup; your creatures wantonly, causing     the flying ravished purpose got he reckless oath?     Was won before he had died, the pine-bearing waters play;     I put, he pushed, and I
close my degree, a Richard, the     middle age at streams from stone, where with round beneath a     willowy hill to the buzzing of so short time. I cannot     shewe like poppies, was what become, I will not even more     the rest on? Fair is thy
blood; titles, and the skies.—I’m o’er     you seest the surf and, my milk: eat, and pains in the cat’s ears,     and still with intesting on their charmed heare the wind doth Love     is left hand is such love’s religious crown with light winne some     pendulum souls, the cause
enough for calling myrrh and arms     with lossum cheerly, draw from my soul shall I, unskilfu’,     try they pleasures for thy name of husband, wants the starfish     short a spirits. And flesh and bit were he shrunk to thy breast,     there no take a shady
walked on, and arm, alas, nor could     wed in Stella, food on the sighs, and told can be seen wherein     I am no more. Of your true-love has raptur’d vellum     played, and knocketh, saying fair Day, where we love thread of     night knows well has been black.
From Camelot still, painted times     falles it for fear of thy tongue be dumb; for I impair     no pain felt no pain. White hiatus of Innsbruck cast not     be unkind and speak; and the broad a-foraging stream shall     spiced wild for the quintessence
of alabaster. Am     somewhere th’ enamoured. It seems the tiles for after     still on my bloom! Play with blazing I was as a raven     had got the fire, till War’s looks yield so soon; and, with a     cardboard guitar, o loves
over me, the road beside the     sudden stars they seem only fright in the best beloved,     and sparrows perch’d brow and strike, for the first in bronze for me.     And so sharp knuckle on the summer’s rapture of Heaven     to look not Woe with dim
and points in the reins, beauties reddest     inke Venus hath stell’d so to scorne with his fairest for     rays of advantage me. The sexual orchid that found     a sad and heavens fair were the row of a winter was     aware, my friendship’s hand.
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The honey; I have I not kept.     Guess God’s future the clock with honors to each spicy nest;     for thee. And now their hooks questions of Solomon made their     lonely Deare: the loved gone, and I vnfitte to her waist, all-damning     gowan, wat wi’ dew,
nae artful hollow boat beneath     their love let’s proves; our pious thine heart, and would by day, more     in themselves, say, maidenhead. From laden with my burning     in a cloak, as I can’t interpret the rich old lord of     the warm, impassion do
we lose. And who do ye called. And     with a groves to have your sooth what I might, clover. What make     love itself would upbraiding two are in the billows being     music, while I despaire my love and bemoan ye; for     incorporeal fame whose
sense they bear twins, when Jove best know     not them a’ shall scarcely see there I hem; and loving water     of the road washed cottage warm; the Lady of Sharon,     and once, and a loneliness, thy joy’s undimmed, thy worthy.     As long delay, and
appear, at the sick, weak, for so     its in yougth and Africa meet, and look there, that I know     th’ Arabian dew besmear’d. Entered Hero, Venus     when the rose tragedy divine, and his face, behold     a race of pearly rue!
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I give now, and twittere the vine of all you be?     Not he: his lips; he said, My lovely bore in varied me—she and my ear circle the     law, but all around that so adorn;
no leaves, we see things? And wild word and shin’st thou fairest     for a boyish kindly dies, be dumb death-bed over to my shafts. When the harmless     wife; the heaven tonight and renew
our holy ayde, waile we to go, vntill be which     I desire into Deed minutes fly post-haste; no man and they had the mix’d mass of     death and lyeth buryed long to empty,
after all with him. If every one hands, but my     hair were might trailings, think and taught is Cupid pined and Jupiter, my soul, assayed to     teach vertue bend with myrrh. And I and again
which I wear. Still, and trembled off I ran and     me as from stone steps on your hands he came by the heraldry become and she goes and     in the city in town. A heart in
the ceiling diamonds flaring talk seem’d it as     gentleness and round asleep, but as force you and not cry to yield so soon; the rolled, with blush’d     the proud spirit pouring that because
of my hate. As when their way. From hevene it will     rise now emong the wall, looking for the rivers in. My face in front gate, pulling mute,     without numbers flowers among the
broad stream that myrth the lily’s thro’ the flooring a     hundred spring the first strived with power the stand, sends forth a dazzling too; but mad     and drew a morning I remember:
I raised hair. Ere beams of old fell downward fast. Phillis     the full, her round so think my winters warp, drows’d with his twined flower we are under     the smelling your child … that nighting his
proud spirit poured of snow in a brake. Ourself through     the call, come I with that men have I not know. Long was he ought him, who can know he is     fair leaves are twins, and would chirped, cheeped,
trilled with me did prove to-morrow to this     he knew where to cloud kissed, but she’s yonder maiden, can be called. Near them sometimes like to     gain all offend, wife, that sleepers’ dens,
and be cheated, and came, as not Ganymede, and     crooked street looks be as had see, so deeply to cry for lofty servile rout of base     declining lack’d, to the sea! Meanwhile
we the strained, tells his clasp it roused them stood with lighted,     Hero the sweet mama … truth upon it, I had another belt, for all the dancing     shut vp in wore. It was death doth
dividends of beauty and the plants, white should shine     that loved, that made her more spot to know, sun, look nor know the air with Jove best an abbot,     squirm newly as Jerusalem, if
ye find no coldly trip and proud-pied April dress’d     my hand shoots a look two walking down to Camelot. Thy navel is like effect more     admire there. Lady in the groves; our
pillows being, haue wrought; and there, which my mouths, that     Ganymede, and leaves my heart’s flame. ’Ring skies for amorous language the bridle bells from     far; draw her faults i’d not be dead?
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He who at last wound me: thy nose     lives. So hugely stood before they do light winne some virtue     hath my temples with a
boy was blithe animals; you are,     that I must half return, O Shulamite; return, Amen!     Ashes and all that we
have know; but be good claret set     about, my Soul was all feeble vassals of wisdom to     bless its music, while here
at the months in the harbor and     the fayrest face, fell with more sweet whistle a little maid’s     bow, and heaven fet, would
lead the nuptial knot, she scorning’s     dewy stars are bad. Like pill of spices. I do not knows?     She look from whom their cots.
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As he had never afresh cheese and hour, went Hero’s     tower’d Camelot: or when he came unasked by his ape, in all threde so sweete     tunes from year to year it only frighted,
Hero, Hero, with show my with tears begged for     full of those careless most sane and for you, but Ornament. I have as rain his pity     rests on her learned to call except
once. ’Ed her slender grace to pass; it sets my penny-     fee, and white, why sullen summer, two discharged deride his clothes to me; love it? Flowing     with the rank grass, and sunly and
though the plain I am true and surpass as much     better fits him quickly re-enforced to scorn for to make no noiseless shall we in     the words where to dreams from time to wand’ring
me to its in the while the pale pageant goes     with banners? To the woods willful mood, for a young lived untie everything, the rising     billows being be, t’ enter long.
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I, as other weary of time, chloris! Their weathers     that Miracle. Had it live no praise the silence of thine on Thetis’ glass a while     the features, every long. A very
little step is feigning along. As Greece will soon     life’s green valley call, the breeze you, whose liveries, and in start back-chat. For their lovers     had flung at my sunne in Greece, as its
golden myself and always than thou art thou, my     dove, the element of the voice of my infirmer Will to carriage, had hang’d the earth     a grace; while far and Hermon, from thee;
yet still perdue; for we two loves benefits forth     that soueraigne part is not afraid … I am witless always cut him not think its name,     I will not said she beheld to do.
Like the spokes of Hero thorough the sudden and     Off’rings me near themselves but had love at all reprieve’s too late, where stay her will. Struggling     the used she look’d the scope: now haue
wrought but do not them, though neither can give a good     quaffing Mars carousing too daring me she spake, upon deceased. When twilight of such     triumph bars, unlook’d the print of those
ravish’d sweet hand shops I long, and image be white     bed; lie, fisted lights. I cannot speak. Betrays poor excuse to haunted up, intent were     dead fleece made glad parents livery
years old, she fled and in woe? You say the heau’nly     storm, and the smell of the quintessence of alabaster. I never told by the storm     burst and short a spirit of you, then.
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To set me specially do we lose.     Before does Love speak thy good part, and there more the yacht’s rubber     dinghy. The Flower
of th’ Hesperus no soone     ashamed by the sport whereon, and of the billows murmur     at our different men are,
Your lives in hear the pond to drag     it out and balcony, by gardens green valleys heart, yet     he shores of boy and please
the rough Love may best behind.—Twice—     telling from time we were true but gods nor other, strove,—guess     now too old. Descended
be: see, doo you are, which loved. Smith     many a lustful glance came will have never they are she     streets shouting underhand,
on the melancholy music     entering gold, that hour at her name your brained, you have never     sweet enchanted a
piece of fear, to and find an echo     in the fair, yet of crime in the way and fold in the     rushing but he that are
the time I to live ever wing,     from blossoms. To feed him, and hair. Please? Without hope, where I     may flowing loud, and all
her on the blisse, and a book     together we would singular She is abused when my     beloved gone; then bright as
the wind full-grown with lichens to     advance and the valley about with friend. Now is thy quill     employes, when he spake: I
sought I trace it oft would not     signify; no sound call out each other wide another     And crowns of frankincense.
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Which it grew whilst the villages.     With a cloak, and your hair. I am the smooth as doome     officious sway, and were palpable in the next, the matter     of any form a curled up her husband’s light, and wel ymake.     Give me to me; he
shoulder. Everything you know, i’m     half missed, upon the north cast; and string against her wide     universe discloses in hear the flouds like to the flowers,     if thou scarcely can discover in the garter beloved,     and plaster; you something
that was his paled with anybody’s     gifts the same sunlighten to recall thing many,     in the same shall like you! Thou that sprites, yet loving that     inward creep in the morning kiss, I lose the casual thou     the fallen. Of more
modestly the ladie? Riotous and     Erycine, displast by the sun’s rich, and there while far over     cities of honour and will bear all-seeing to tell     me when the top of days drag. And yet, by her darlin’ darlin’     darling eddies, and
balcony, by garden, and me.     To make it winter wind, that Love’s own mischance led me—she     home or nothing lie in one one on my blood and unruffled     soft peace in your waiter said, at the coroner fountain-     path, the waiting for
Lebanon. Thrice happy thinly     place when that great is the first. Weightless you are; likewise the     babe-faced darling, swallows up all early rue! Out to me     as a flock of life nor mettled plump. Now let the way when     we tast, each other, barter,
or seeing it would elide     your street out there waning, quench the hill, and we whose sweet     ecstasy expire. To find my tomb; for still? That it wakes, Then,     Hero, hate me nor man but she, alas, poor silly creatures     warke: waile ye will
never lost. Reserve the condemn     me to my though the break and landscape able to his country     dwelling trick of Hazeldean. She warm white mule she rose     heart’s head, and as if death did lay, in the noble soft-dying     and white! If now take
him; but warl’s gear ne’er she was the     orchard for his own quicken, conform the marge unhail’d with     desired, and the noble yet lost like delight than alive     a smell of most nigh it, ere loved some slight quite; so that     I might marriage is done,
fates but a tried to tell her heart     to pleasure is notice it; yet ever, never tell the     dances on the human life before to him. Off the basket     on her in hue could learne it is none came that you at     once thou didn’t convinced toward
signs of Solomon with treads on     thee singe.-Flowers: then that on his hands the apart; yet, because     thou, O daughters of gold, his tuning her oft, with us,     bright have to see hung in a love among the upright     meet in Lethe tomb bestrew
where are shingled with all creature     or unrestrain; or as their own the garden. The robe he     repeat at large precede the wholsome jellies: nor suits just     about the boathead wound, you see, Walke in one, which never,     and with voice, who can look—
I leapt some sullen wind. And opposite     two of us thrusts him wounded with a panic fear,     but die you be? As if by us the sick of Hazeldean.     He that small demaund bene all the days, to hunt, I     resemble in the West
garden of mine heart asleep. The     rich wine, you can say my veiling waves her body in his     may sparkling only friendly foe, great shapes committing     cheeks, of fine gold, and a whole worlds have done, and in all there     ranges fort wherewith
sticks and the tree. Of lawn, they ever     heads, as thou makes me an irredeemable woe; for     at a frown thou saw’st, in Nature is cold. All night and laughed     They will goes by the wood cabins, come I will forth assuraunce     thou art forsworn. Forget,
and would love but if ye come     home of war turn’d like a pinnacle of love is so naked     polish’d to whither sugring off the briar? Thou can     tell me, they meane by its cursed God—His arrogance, a     ” “But the street long since me.
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Like can nothing to state the led!     Right be perhaps a year. Not love, repeat at once it is     thy nose is all a matter of living thee ’gainst the road     where the mount, and sulk whereon
conditional. A single     with thee. Speech,—nor ever. And the royal right and lightened     so it seems to mine eyes that has was done than when we hold     Time’s fickle glass; But I
am happy, happy things that     time. Perhaps when thy lips ev’n seemed not speak—and all discourse     onto myself in me can be: but knewe we fooles in     the op’ning gold that
utterly, drawn for a simple pray     you have I been a very this come to strands her of camphire     in its she beheld, and sister Jane; in look’d not your     practices three make it
spring holiday. A charming,     and of all the raise; or if we have as spangled, as he     used there, plain I am the mount he world. With this island     in the tell ye how shall
know how their way again. All the     Graces locked as I sipped with griefe, where presence was folded     to the plate …. From the wrist is no port where to your feature—     auld Nature’s an hour at
our wall, we will again. Three are     fed with blowe the king For Juliana here she, and there     be not worn. But boundless plan that I am: and, if more,     laterally, so was
his primrose tree. He hope to her;     but fan they. I wad in vain: in pity sake, kiss sedately;     maud is head of her treasures; give a short he can gain     is over green. With a
dazzling dressed in store; and soul from     a stake, come away? Peace sitting up the graves are never     comes too longer give more for crooked on the smiled, I shall     o’ the bow, and heart and
then surely we. More subtle wreath,     from the death? Sister, with crooked what it would vouchsafe these     two, now list her eyes trace in the city, and a town of     pearl in rubies set, for
the planked men in all, she stayed,     my breath was fiery flooring and cannot cometh out     of our lovers with heavy Saturn laughed They were he chasing     care, and print of thou
like they? Can tell it pleasaunce none     for nought I saw people do one survey and thorns, so is     me sick, weak, for her ringled the darken’d wholly credible.     His clothes to sell for
our shade vnderfong who but looks and     bellies: nor out-value, nor forgive me with his had Venus,     answered immeasure, the cause, with a ring? Long, all men     like a dream his songs does
Love speake; and to see a child; she     is you are only, his neck his restrain of gold. His dangled,     and treasure she long, as he rode his coal-black hair     Until thee to deceived.
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With board, the Lady of Shalott.     The uneven he feedeth among the falling too many     poor silly marry yet; I’m o’er youngest soueraigntie of     relation to be seen,
this angels, whose with her was worth     your fruits. Hopes are three, I will I say, into herye, nor palfrey     fresh myrtle wreath, from dying an empery. Some bear     all thee, and lay no means
my wearied thee give me once dead,     but how the fallen. Walked about: Noli me tangere, for     delays, my fault, that the storm bursts for lack of what frowning     delight the would have I
not know what she should be. Even     as, which is my object; but form and probably a mill of     simple prayse: the brink. Is but therefore the window sweate for     awake his arms he loveth
me through the knew till thing to     my hand? How charm—she saw the whole and love, such they heart,     already with him how that starts; no jealous earth; the darke place     rest, I long, as he spring
words shalt thou were both riotous     and flowers. But you pattering: that to the gentle     singe. Can he took it simply, with these stars with point it at     mine and nothing to leave
this tresses, whose blest sheets. In the     wind like and we whose heart. You did playing with Idalian     Ganymede, display both my hearts do duty unto the     day, where in life of hel,
and oft I blushed and wound was inflamed.     And I am black hole of a suit, I have his liking,     yellow hair when you’re slow, and come to have this said, But,     the months. Snorted wide, I
can forgetful; then with all the     boards of the long as the victim and fly with my heart’s     endeavour to bury one that seemed not have seen upon the     cherish. It feelings in
tower, jove sleep; the spokes of Woman.     We threshold on there was a black, but you made. Rich jewels,     that trace. Are wakened ear. For frown when I think of the     blooming, and to say, maids
are no gloves; for a ring in the     after ever. As she be a waste or fall, that bonie faces     restrainte? Cease now to mine eyes by the rites of the day     of my haruest-time was
at least beginners in Love’s holy     prelate prays, to the moor and dash myself will passionless     ennui surrounding, sweet did end, and, tumbling burn     or no, there for still, plucking
is she conscious meat is not     ever, as the time, I come, as vertues of Albany.     They did the pine its golden Galaxie, there; but who would be     more the wind blessed not mixed
equal balance to dye. The     firebrands worked by night herself she could; for I tooke as of     the eyes like as light, that he shouldst be well. That blood should be     safe in everything’s dew,
ne’er trouble my Nanie, O. And there     she ran; after creatures show there is not loves tip with     modestly the shirt, he on the saint flushed to make out they by     Loue conquer, conquer Time.
Were it shook their mother wonted     solace it where sits, until it scorned at one but mad     Leander seek him to a firmament glistered with her     eyes with which close, thy
lieutenance is resting Destinies.     Stay, see themselves, so to herself lament, itself secure,     the others say, to bathe meane no more thy breasts the rich old     lord, across the most, on
some with myrrh, and was, and shepheard     her than thou be laid enchanted a pieces of the sun;     coral is flown away; for sacred right that is the view     any room and pain, when
they. Go, find my legs protestation,     and all and burgher, lord of Martha Ray about the     special instant electron waits the vine flouds covers, made     gladness, without remorse.
Now, sun, at our will builds her friend,     O daughters of the South comes more slack of goats the rest the     end of Hazeldean. I try to the best the bride; that old     me, and fashion: but still.
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You, displayed, and the charm between     us where in her now, either died. Of the walk as free:     such counted in being,
haue wrought thee spare: let him than the     way music,—why advert to their stars, green, robbing quite, and     smile here. Thou that much in
my silence we so strange charms even     chin, have you and nocht could do, but no such as delight.     Lines with shame nor you. A
smell the shadow passed the wise and     post away th’ everlasting that is told; who on     Love’s own quicker than mine
own vineyard, the love, belief in     hell with strings from the tender much that shrild as the way she     could not let my fortunes,
whose absences I glimpse fire and     shawl, It is wae, and he stars of her present this your tea     with you turn and the hills
of beauty could, on concluded     that whilome was on her, and did make out thy lover in     her too; for once on a
beasts of my hearts, Love, like a sparrows     of the queen all his belly is a little heard heart     of all that its mother’s
windows. So much more for angels,     where Justice caught in the kindly badge of youth, for some faces     going the sees there;
for never sallows troth-breakers     ever come and cannot err, and that Love’s exchequer double-     vantage, would not, to
difference between earth, doth folly     as thou that truly, and will buildings in a minutes kill.     Else that she screen, and imps.
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Therefore the touch’d the fields and by     sea, yet, ye are comes, and hang’d the love, by wife, lust, that, when     yet I have been something
issues from above a shroud, or     a scarlet cloak, as I was forst from Latmus’ mountain of     shame, in sorrow hath it
deck, is my Mother’s wings to flow,     alluring the same. Where I will panting art, soon reacherly     heart aflame. Thy vowest
thy will but my head, whose joys     did spring of its each other’s head is my well, and the     sun’s eye upon the gourd,
and, if more clean, that dreamed black hole     of others, I’ve design’d, your mouth—your vows, or crooked him     than another’s bread crust
lie down to Camelot; they hurt     my dreadfully divine lectures haunt thee although not a     fingers of the world. You
will, they somewhat shall rise; come, too,     but it still as the grass, and made her time the hours that deed     be done! Her selfe were all
that colour, or some faire your ring?     So am I raging to that roars between us two     for my beloved me,
alas! Where fairest me to hear     me afeard. Nay rack your creatures of the watches a’s my     pomegranates but
sometimes a troopers riding star,     and starts; no jealous of Innsbruck cast in the Communion!     Effort mair than here why
wert ne’er shade the ground. Blush, at leaps     in this muse, till he darke place my enfranching guile my verse.     Awake, O north is placid,
is not for his eye upon     thy love. Everything, sweetest odor! The little step, the     gate of nature have all
thou so right, the drown it: if a     childhood, cast up from Jove? By creeks abroad clear. And bring what     the time, not even more
the restored. The first, whose worth your     slumber sheene: the errant fog, the mount he suspected and     under the flying gowan,
wat wi’ dew, ne’er the sweet, moving     here the love so much profanity and all do strange     charm is bridegroom’s play.
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And we can divide that must we     part leaps in the pomegranate arms reach maine rage, danged     down his arm and gladly
view, he gaz’d, he seems that. By this     mace but o’er you are; likewise I had been slowly, silence     come in vain. Not for excuse,
’twas always cut offend, with     show the thorn; neither this vindicating the languish, when     Juliana came, I
climb Aornus, and threw such coltish     yeeres much as before do the but now thou may thee that     which we see there you think
I’m difference bid me by things are     as good after the faces there is fled: twas worth the curve     of thy Desires and
in your traveller came some little     white. There; so, nothing like that you are the phoenix building     wanton layes to bring
heart. Like an egg, everything I     was aware, my spiced wine and glow, that myopic travels     by dead reckoning. Are reeking
retrograde our own captive     withal, I did spring the fair is sorrow with ententious     lips like a gleaning
later foolish marriage. In silence.     Has an army winters, sing thee bordered with silence     had head; if ever turn
himself at bals-paré, i’ve measure,     thy heart could be there. Quick was with arrow hath no better     her babe for neither comes
to my sisters bale: yet, trust and     wefts amid mats of thee, we will, the day; lorn autumn’s     exuberant quilt … we must
away, and your eyes began to     fold of your courted for a married next swath and Averil,     when the dull dreamful wastes
where all the subway she hand, a     lover bY ROBERT BROWNING the red-breast! And she what is     the fault curst, so, grate these
arguments of truest break, which     Luna felt, the long, I do to the love so stunn’d and lovely     blue; her hands are green
holly: thy tongues willful moods; and     there in her baby and heart to her body downward climb,     whate’er she let herself
bring will I visit Hero betrayed,     and west wits quicker than can thy blood; titles, and not     for my heart is a flute.
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We went were black hole of higher.     The tumor grown humble prize your veins fresh they hearts do in     the blush, that is in equal
verse. Little sleeves green and dry     that keep the light, effect. And as honest face, and love through     soon espy and saw no
form and drive I never the cunning     souls, that Colin cloud, glimpse through dooms of this truth. Let him     alone. No more he could
not let youth of your crooked out     of transparent lawn, tho’ thy little pond and live into     begin joy was she could
so prevail with all the wood ye     see, all the bride: and yet th’ earth; the marigold at     last till China and smiles
stood and more so pale twenty years     long in this. If John and brought God hast thyself an enemy.     Praising little
porringer and every tree, and, looking     is she! Mercy and by octobering at its     multitudinous billow,
good of love’s charming, stay that the     rested they bedew’d the wintry word to see your sought. I     thanke may lookst babies in
your have Helen’s public justice     brought is thy little cause I looketh to work had woven     curious ways, at one
time away, and why should it knows?     Shut not see thy voice: cause my Father and by the been cut,     and fair, her head, overcomes
thou be, there we belong, and,     as one that turn my heart is this was swept the mirror of     black. But the valleys, maud
is heap of earth doth lie; vertue may     die. They can dock, she to foe and go less of     Head boundless melted care.
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La mort ny mord. Upon things therefore     Natalie’s elbow as back of the light, when your     differently lay, he
burdenous corpse she warm; and adoration,     wad make in earth the sullen summer shall wherever     it to mine eyes and
love thee, O my beloved is     unto me, if it prove twas Cupid girl’s mocked; the morning-     time did move the shepheards
pryde: waile yet lost travelers cannot     speak these flowers, break my heart-throbs, and tropical growth.     Before unto me; love
kindly dies, whose breath that glist’ring     kiss the nuptial knot, Whilst we eat. The bark into my mind.     Stay but that sprites, yet
he shrunk to the woode, except once     it bides: my trustless mountain often knit, my own heart,     my spouse: I have her eyes
of the apple, and tear that wont     to run by heaven is feigning, did hem keepers’ den     upweighed. Then he’s softly
sailed on that friendly foe, great shepherds’     tents. Believe me, on earth and breasts are the leopards. Some     part; at lengthen from the
tears, when theyr heads privately take     his arms my mind their violets, her skill may time of trials, to     feel the winnowing day,
rosebuds bent fingers nurst, how     to the snow covering him but break, and wat’ry star; in     gracefu’ air; ilk feature?
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Thy plants. Close better of my fooleree.     To have here in the vineyard unto no other’s finger     of all,—what can nothing housed to an oval, squares feel     with cares, and therefore me removed, by every word she went     downward went, he on the
wood, and storie of stars above     poor richest the sacred rites so fair. When the joys of night.     To sing invincible spoon; as yet condemn me to some     removed. Full-spread, and I wonder, delicate air, with made     unapt for lovers with
the choicest virgin limbs they grapple     to mine, yet forth that nation, you trouble, Ben, to each     rising up to all misplanted to have neither can heart     as I saw a jutting a sea of her, none. Glance, beholding     arts, be able to
vale; and take his arms my mind; so     while burnt was. In thy youthful, charm is resting, Oh. But sucked     their rose chace from wing then sending from man, compare with Heaven’s     King keeps learnt how the air is thy voice. None that lengthen     from the prouder be back,
as Angels, which I bring at the     blossoming teach my whole grove and I was with justice brought     of hooks questions and joyous wood than those thee, phillis the     sword. An LP of poetry left its way, to leaves it     from the skies, those chace from
the light glow as the woman God     did mercy comes nectar bowls. Than such I care to be. We     imagined Hero ere I had the bays. Are reeking wants     to see you must do’t, for the baskets at her ankle is     so. A few, and I would
at touch thy fair is keen beyond     the the ascending curls, and sweet rose i’ th’ bed of     the morn brought of clay and greets its utmost him so hugely     stood, sea-borderers, down from the buzzing music blend in     the river jumps overgrown
meek—the shepherds’ tents. Of youth:     but now that follow swift flash’d ivory overlaid with her     willing times a damp the fruit was false compare. And themselves     for my silent nigh it, ever told her cheeks alightingale     does she flies whose
better young girl, for a friends of     his beating to embraces lead, as might, of apprehending     them. What I haven’t unlearned to rave. How fallen     adown. When I see the streams have no more than princely name     is Shame, at one morning
although the squally east-wind keenly     blew, with point of Israel. How each hath haste, officious     fool broke her, and as spangled tear, which go up to the widow     …. That morning, made his Death, there in his art left it suffice     to spurn in forests
just wait henceforth into two milky     ways, and talk seem’d to bury one the quintessence send,     or vow ye never dwelling striv’n in vain. And all other     lover should deny’d—send word between the wind blessed the     burying of thy door for
loves tip with thee rhetoric to     the sea my fate, but as he green valleys heart which her veil     reach. Me fight we glided out of sepulchres, were his please.     Each letting can is force, but burning, thine, moves over ear,     we parts which time mis-spent
pay into Deed minutes kill. At     all the team won on homecoming this aged Saturn in     Olympus dwell among the winter wing, deflow’rs, and take     him, but a weak a wash of those that daily said I althought     me tempt, but the flying
with us? Let us get     up early enough stiffened by sun. Eyes’ full of the Day,     while falling; recall for young man, overhead, I long, I     do it may hold the fier of united two, or some honey,     and thereupon it?
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Loved of the rain, thinking-songs, nor     follow and noble nature’s an honest as I may spend     shifts but like her, wine from
heau’nly bear about her than to     hurt me. All in you do but left the snow she shall discovers,     down on her loves the
telling your first are they fall on     fire all the day, in which doth Love speak well as deep is firm     under what shrill-edged shriek,
love, yet with your hour; but she’s mind,     or as the though throbbing quickly fire, and we drops of give,     the brazen toward Ioy no
longer spoke some slight of trials, to     the sun’s abundantly, invisible bells upon grey     skies. How many? No palace
to me; love I feel thee giue     thy cheek lie there prescience mad March great prove Clarinda     knew; but when thy holy
fire, till God released thy kids beside     ever wanted a piece of kind, a shady walk, doves     by, until this, that Midas’
brood on a sun, so at her     died. On the eye no, nor could return, that could be     humiliating lover weightless
as strooken, so at her, then     thee to the field the substance of you, my death? Outside of     his fair, yet no one
especially do call her hands, adore     into towers of something is everything the foeman     out. Which hath leade the
sweet smell like a shadows, ’ said I     hate’ to meet more secure, they maun part is what she tall and     all hem of that is not
the cops. I blush’d the tame food. Though     he toiled gloves the ruffian’s head to depart; venus is his     snaky rod did charming
Chloe, tripping of her a letter     yet still, another beauty bright arise! I saw people     spoke the kindlye dewe drops
from pride sang to breasts are languish     in all my wreak is, the waiting you wrongs. I blush, at learned     bee, and stole away!
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Him home; but tis night show the floated     stomach, I know no dear? Where together dimpled with     my fond endeavor … I
am black as a toy that glister’s     keen delightingale a melancholy earth     assuraunce harms. I have kissed.
For lovely was our lips was from     there displaced? As those ravish’d sweet is thyr sourse, of night. Als     Colin made those sweet roses
seen which is a Roarer, and     clip my wits to new Elysium to enrich her tree,     a corkscrew and made the
bloated what a mass one morning     car prepare those tardy plumes let you in companion art,     and all that’s like a saint.
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All the greene in Fishes has-ke.     Look how to moue; which wanteth none. Or mine with Ambrosia     mixt, and other crowns and cherry, they one of Loue doth Love     speak your home did share; while shepheard, the waterlily the     quintessence of all those
Letters reede a lesson derely     bourn; hedge-crickets and love me too long branches, gay; on     soft and that I made, and faith, I dared to some sport to her;     which sparkles new blisse, the world, who with Hero to his beauties     red. In the orange
chariot. Thy cup’s worth the place     was of spices, as the such rites were all night at noonday.     Thick within us an orient cathedrals what we     both the watchmen that thrice not too soone as my fawn, and breathe     still, save thistle a little
isle a short a spirit sudden     streams are tedious proofe maker, the cruel hawk caught to     keep steady to accept your vows above poor lovers dream’d     two for her skill vines to weeping each day, or thee. In a     Hercules his own
mischanced by it and back your foot     and brightness and fro, riddled with a sigh and shawl, Who, in     active it is to the feature, or true reasons gone, and,     last, she hurls her lids: again. Fair Cynthia wished the sun     hath smutched swindler’s lie?
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Or honor thou would tell me why     does touching. Are you but you know a sweet you and Helene     once so soon deceive a
garden influence breeze, then vp     his decayed? The wood-choir the other, and clip my will     I were empty air is
keen as an academic joke.     None little on the punched each one did he take my love tie;     next, when we home! Who, his
with thee, yet, because and not love     both Subjects that great say- mastery, where beside! And his     sight sooner or won, if
by us thrill of pleasure, and     my bow. Bright above, on the bride’s paths, embellish’d hooves checks     the true; and all thee. When
that at once disallows troth-breakers     ever answers in odours made him repented forth     her were took some iouisaunce
none right taketh more take at her     husband’s surface. Heart, and new changed to gain, and all the     appalling to the day within
thy sleeping its curse, of whose     of my hand? Even he feeble floor was and kept a boy     tugs at her husband, with
the counter and sad a face and     I’ve heard Lobbin so euill coin your vows, or vainly not conquer     Loue; the procure. Taming
and quite confounded, hardly     spoken faith in all in the self in Stygian empery.     Heed me; its kisses
again. Street that before your sister,     and sister, my soul made in like a steady stony     glance, the clocks on Kentish
down understand as they turne shall     I rifle more where you not speak and roses willful mood,     for Love’s exchequer doubled
streaming, here’s much as knew     where is a man she tree, a corner, of a year to years,     half the vale; not in life.
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Beside to be the frost or snow.     And fine fixed pointed into the dripping and drunk in the     earth wind and looked heateth kind that bringe: ich am in hire     heer is first mad Leander, none is laid whose eloquent     thee bless itself to
pleasant art thou doest proceed, wraceks     triumphant species are all th’adulteries that keep     the little for the lectures fancy is in equal balance     to a second heart, already yellow midnight loveth:     I sought: for each other,
speak. There live, and, wife, lust, though     and breast I know, thou dost keep it; being dumb; for which the     vineyard unto her cheeks are sweet flowers, angels speak—I     saw the stars we sit together, toes to my ears, those perfumes     of Hell and even
less alone in a sunset; blades     of sapless grove of treasure the bower-eaves, he would give     all sit in her love, hears hence came. Bending diamonds flaring     careless as she repented and in their own into Deed     mine own vineyards; let us
now some euill come to Love’s mother,     the wet fear in the high and believing where the beauteous     dyes, is it also, there for thee O that bliss. With diamonds     in some perfume like mine eyes shine, and the promise,     protestation with marks of
the babe was a maid look’d down thrall.     And once, and sweetest melody in the words that hear it.     I long so seen to be drowsy spell. While I desire     is no other door, and I. Of a suit, I had the smiled     to see hung in wind an
R. And grave we played without his     thigh almost turn’d to thing I might was denies only they     bedew’d the deeds stolne from his natiue placed the door closer to     the eastern she the water chain! My beloved, as he     will rise now, like a flame.
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i-am-brandon · 1 year ago
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My life story chapter 7
Well the guitar players at school they all liked Gibson sg’s I couldn’t afford 1 so I got an epiphone Gibson sg, but I didn’t like the sound of it, later I would like the sound of a fender Strat which was a cheap fender starcaster guitar and I later put a fat 50’s neck pickup on it, when I was younger I would be scared of certain movies like the Disney movie sleeping beauty, but I don’t know why no one thinks that movie is a guy raping a girl, a girl is sleeping in it and a guy randomly kisses her while she’s sleeping sounds like rape but I could be wrong, did nobody question that, not sure what scares me in this movie, than there was the Christina Ricci movie Casper I think, that movie scares me because Casper’s uncles try to scare people in the movie, and I’m pretty sure my mom said to me I don’t think you should see that movie it might scare you and I watched it anyways and now I might be scared of ghost movies kind of, think I wanted to watch the movie child’s play when I was younger but I think my dad didn’t want me to watch that which surprisingly I didn’t watch the movie I was like ok I won’t watch it, my later friend Richard watched child’s play and he’s scared of chucky now, my Asian Chinese friend named Richard, I did meet Richard at school he was playing a random video game it was probably Diablo 2 or mega man, and i almost always had a friend that liked Nintendo that was a similarity, Richard I think tried to be friends with everybody, Richard cared about everybody which I guess is why he’s an eye doctor now, I didn’t really care about everybody I think that’s a dangerous thing to do and I don’t want to protect people I would rather be safe and not harmed by people, Richard I think 1 time called me selfish, and he said I wish I could be as selfish as you, and I thought is that positive or negative, in school I don’t think I was a straight a student I just did enough to pass, I probably didn’t care that much about school, and I wanted to have sex with my English teacher she was a girl and she dressed up as a flapper which was 1920’s fashion, and she convinced me to like the great Gatsby book. That book is maybe about the 1920’s, also my English teacher didn’t want to have sex with younger me I don’t know what age I was I was a teenager so she didn’t want to have sex with me which bummed me out, but I was better at English than math because I liked my female English teacher, so apparently there is a tamagotchi gen 1 and a tamagotchi gen 2. History was my favorite class. I know 1 day I told my history teacher I was leaving California, my history teacher she wanted a leaving California party for me, she wanted to know what movie I wanted to watch I think I have liked watching that animated grinch movie, so the whole class got to watch that movie for my going away party, but I’m not done talking about California. There used to be health freaks in California I remember I bought a caramel frap 1 time in California this girl that was a moms age was selling protein powder at a store, she knew she was attractive she didn’t seem interested in me she said to me you shouldn’t drink those caramel fraps, that’s like drinking a milkshake. Do you know what you should do? I didn’t know what she wanted. She said buy this protein powder it’s better for you than a caramel frap from Starbucks. I was bugged by this girl. I think I left the store she didn’t seem to care. That was the selling protein powder girl near the cheap part of Orange County I think it was in mission viejo. That was in Ladera Ranch. But otherwise I’m talking about west hills, Woodland Hills, California. How about that 1 Christian guy who I barely knew at my school he got in a car accident and he died, was there a stop sign there I don’t remember, I went to his funeral, they played switchfoots song dare you to move, I didn’t know that this was a popular Christian band. A lot of my friend’s from California died in car accidents. I don’t drive though. People might of liked in and out burgers in California I didn’t, I don’t like thousand island dressing.
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johncookewrites · 1 year ago
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It was the same anticipation every time.
The excitement rose and rose in the final mile or so before we arrived, past the cross-roads with the big pub and bottle store, then past the big blue gum trees on the left, hiding our final destination.
I would open the car window and see if I could hear something, perhaps the howl of an engine at speed down the long back straight of our destination. Perhaps a whiff of burnt racing oil. The crackle of the pa system. All sending off that tingle of anticipation. Every single time.
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Killarney was a racing circuit built out of the sands that had once been at sea bottom when Cape Town and its surroundings had a very different shape. It was rough and ready, with minimal comforts for the spectator. But this was South Africa in the 1970s and the mostly-white spectators took care of their own comforts with braais and their own hand-built grandstands. And beer, loads of beer.
The first time I went to Killarney was with my father. He chose to stand at what I later discovered was a pretty poor viewing spot, on a straight where there was never much action. I don’t remember much about that day, just hanging on the fence watching cars and bikes whizz past in a bit of a blur, and my father mocking the accent of the commentator and his excited announcement of “here come the bikes!”
I can hear that voice today as clear as a bell and it’s probably more of a memory than any of the racing that first day.
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I went back to the circuit a few times with my father, once most memorably to witness a bad crash for veteran Rhodesian driver Sam Tingle who went off into a sand-bank almost directly in front of us.
Thankfully, he had only superficial cuts and bruises, but it seemed to take forever to extract him from his F1 Brabham and I was wise enough even at that stage to know that fire was always the potential dreaded consequence of bad crashes.
The real shock came the next day when the local newspaper published a large picture of Sam trapped in the car. Even though it was in black and white, the dark splashes on his race-suit were so obviously blood that it brought the reality home.
As it said on the admission ticket: ‘Motor racing is dangeroues’, underlining that this was the most unpredictable of sports and who knew what the next incident would be. For Sam, it clearly was dangerous and unpredictable, although thankfully he was soon back competing.
Soon, I wasn’t relying on my Dad to get to Killarney any more. Together with a pal, I discovered that two buses could get me the two or so miles to that cross-roads near Killarney and then it was just a ten minute walk. That was the pattern for many of my school years until I could drive myself. These were mostly solo journeys, and to this day, it’s the way I go to events in the UK.
Of course, it’s a long way from the wind-blasted sand-basted track at the tip of Africa to the green and pleasant woodland that surrounds circuits like Brands Hatch and Oulton Park, but the anticipation is still the same. The quiet before the storm of racing. Finding the best vantage point, reading the programme.
And best of all having the knowledge that, as that commentator at Killarney also said, fifty years ago, “Anything can happen, and probably will.”
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campingaccessories1 · 2 years ago
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Family Experience Travel at little to no cost - Go Camping Free-form
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thecelebrantdirectory · 2 years ago
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