#your power was not what granted your people water in the desert

[r0-boat]

That time of the month guys, You know what I must do...

Whb Kings on your Period

All Kings x AFAB! reader NSFW No sex just extremely suggestive... Blame three individuals

....Wait a minute... If Lilith makes the kids does that mean demon women don't have periods? Probably looking too much into it...

Edit: This is supposed to be a fun post, But at the end of this, I went down several rabbit holes... Please don't be like me don't think 😭

Cw: mentions of pussy eating (You probably know who it is already lol), no . Suggestive,(alluding to sex on. But never happens because demons are fucking weird)

Satan

You're different somehow every month, and he can't put his finger on it. But your short-tempered rage makes him giggle like a teenager and kick his feet. You have such a low tolerance, super BS, and he loves that. And he wants to know why he never smelled this off Solomon before, so it must be you that's different. When Satan asks you, you sigh and put your hands to your mouth before giving him a 20-minute explanation.

...Holy shit? You're what now??? He thought humans creating little people it was crazy now what you're telling him is that humans have the power to shed their skin from the inside and shit it out??? Can he see it?!

... The mental image, He had and the real thing was not what he expected are you okay Oh my God there's so much again. He never wants to see that much blood come out of you ever again. The way you made this man fear more than any angel by that explanation alone. The way you have this man scampering to a human store to get whatever you ask to help ease the pain even if it's just for a little.

When he tells you that demon women don't have periods He swore your rage was emanating off you and Leviathan could probably feel you're jealousy from all the way in Hades.

Hi I think Satan using a period cramp simulator would be very funny and very entertaining...

Bonus non-cannon:

Fem!Satan: Would have the worst periods known to woman. The streets of Gehanna are deserted because the moment something slightly inconveniences her a whole building is collapsing. I wouldn't blame her, her period cramps will hurt worse than Gabriel stabbing a sword through her uterus before punching her in the gut.

Mammon

He'll buy you literally everything. It doesn't matter if you use tampons pads or cups because he's already bought everything. He's either got it from Lucifer or you made an offhand comment about it and he did his own research. He's very proud that he's prepared for his master.

Like he'll already get you everything But when you're on your period you actually have a reason to accept all his things especially if it's junk food. This is awesome! You're letting him pamper you!!! He wishes you can have periods all the time!

(one explanation later) What the fuck? Never mind. Aren't you scared of running out of blood?

He wish he could grant you something that take the way the pain and discomfort easily but Tartaros never really had that problem so they don't really have any solutions. Instead he'll just stick to spoiling you with food.

Watching Mamon's eyes go wide when he sees how much a tampon soaks up water is pretty funny.

Bonus non-cannon:

Fem!Mammon: She hates it. She hates it so much that she spends the money and resources to immediately either go to the human world or recreate a Depo shot or an implant to get rid of it. And she regularly changes it when she has to.

Leviathan

He smelled blood and he thought you were going to get killed. He was literally ready to die protecting you. He was so angry that he got worked up over nothing at first until he saw how much pain you were in.

Beelzebub

Why does your body insist on doing something that harms itself Is it stupid or is your body hating you. If you insist on being useless then you can just lay in bed!

After the initial Levi snark is gone he comes back to check on you. He actually looks really worried and thinks you might die. Freaking out frantic calls tulucifer after initial back and forth Lucifer insists that what they're feeling is normal.

All of the novels will be looking after you He doesn't want you leaving the bed just in case you might trip and die or accidentally get yourself hurt. He genuinely thinks you might die.

He will silently open your door stare at you and see if you're doing all right and then close the door, Rinse and repeat until you either yell at him ask him what he's doing. He will either respond with arguing back.

Bonus non-canon:

Fem!Leviathan: when she's on her period you literally will never see her. She's so glad She connected her bathroom too her bedroom. It's because she sheds her scales she's not joking. She actually does shed her scales on her period Will she show you fuck no. The moment she starts bleeding you're never seeing her again until she stops.

Honestly he was zoning out through half of your explanation until you mention the actual 'bleeding' process. Then you just see him lean inward putting his chin on his hands. So you're telling him... There is a way to consume you without hurting you?

This fucker has to stay away from you 10 ft away. He is SOOOO on board with eating you out. Keep Guy 10 ft away from you He would be absolutely no help except for maybe eating junk food and bringing you snacks.

He will laugh at your horrid, disgusted face because he just loves your cute little reactions. He raises his hand during the lecture on human anatomy to the Kings, and you told him to put his hand back down because you're not answering any of his batshit questions because you know it's going to be the second worst thing you've ever heard.

Bonus non-cannon:

It's okay though he'll never remember you period though he will always know because he could smell it (insert that one meme) he'll deadass forget that humans can bleed like that and occasionally get scared to smell blood on you before remembering.

He's still this day wonders about us question "if He sucks it all out Would the period be over?"

Fem! Beel: she's lost so much of her cute underwear from being forgetful. I could definitely see her getting an implant or Depo so she doesn't have to remember, but she kind of already forgets her appointments, too.

Lucifer

Human menstrual cycle...He's not stupid He was part of the creation when God made humans to breed with one another. He not only sees it as a normal thing but something special that human women have that sets them apart from demons and angels.

He doesn't understand your disgust and hatred by something explicitly given to you and all human women by God.

He offers to change your mind as he gets on his knees and you start adamantly declining and screaming. Now he really is confused....

About half of the other devils are defending your case when Lucifer brings it up at the next meeting. Though it's so split down the middle they end up discussing that topic another time.

As an 'apology' he gives you a basket with a bouquet of white lilies, painkillers and some cut fruits with card telling you to not eat unhealthy foods since it tends to make the cramps worse. And he hopes you get better.

Bonus non-cannon:

Fem!Lucifer: human female menstrual cycle yeah don't they also molt their feathers? No that's just an angel thing?? So demons also don't molt their feathers molting feathers is just an angel thing??? Other she would be super chill on her cramps, she doesn't even care.

Belphegor

The most normal, You want somewhere to rest? Lucky for you his bed is the softest in all of hell he'll make sure to take good care of you and by taking care of you he means sleeping and cuddling with you while his subordinates do all the work.

Periods actually sound like a pain in the ass He hopes he never has one You're absolutely welcome too crash at his place He understands completely about how things might be more irritating when you're constantly in pain.

Belphegor Actually really likes You're listlessness as much as he likes hard work He doesn't mind when you succumb to his sin a little bit. Especially when you're looking so cute laying on top of him. His phone screen is a picture of you smooshed against his chest with a hand on your head.

Another excuse to binge anime that he doesn't want to watch alone is a win in his book. He'll let you watch some of your favorites as well. He's not picky.

Beleth is in heaven taking care of and pampering you and his majesty. He just wish he could have you to himself for 'private' time.... menstruation? Lol a little blood isn't going to scare him.

Bonus non-cannon:

Fem!Belphegor: Nope... The last time they had their first period was when they first woke up, never again... A thousand years of menstrual pain almost put her back to sleep. Ever since she'd been dying trying to get rid of this thing causing her pain as soon as she heard Lucifer can do implants and depots She was the first one who got it. If she ever gets off at again she'll experience the same exact piercing pain she felt.... but That sounds like a problem for her future self.

Asmodeus

He completely compliance but doesn't really understand He still doesn't. After having a wife who had to deal with periods. It's a complete natural thing for the human reproductive system. And oh boy you bet he knows all about that

"You know if you really don't like it I used to have a cure that can take it away for 9 months, Would you like one? Hahah just kidding dear!"

Asmodeus 🤝Lucifer🤝Beelzebub(I think you can fill in the blank)

In all seriousness he really doesn't understand why humans don't like something that's completely natural He understands devils because devils are just naive beings in general and only certain high level angels Who worked with God don't care...

Another Tally on the board that what Asmodeus has that human men lack. Apparently basic women anatomy knowledge.

As much as he would love to take care of you again since he hasn't done that since his last wife. He doesn't think the Kings fully trust him yet so presents it is. He can tell what phase in your cycle by just scent alone, and that's scary.

Bonus non-canon:

Fem!Asmodeus: She doesn't give a fuck You better be on top of her or else she's going to have a problem. She always feels so horny her period.She's horny all the time

"It's going to be a bloodbath >:)!"

"please stop saying that..."-MC

[jolenes-doppelganger]

Desert Storm

Reverend Mother Jessica x Fem! Fremen Reader

NSFW 18+- MINORS WHO INTERACT CAN AND WILL BE BLOCKED.

Request: “Soooo I got this idea stuck in my mind. RM Jessica falls for the woman that her son, Paul, is also in love with. Basically, reader is like Chani, but not really 😅 So, RM Jessica will do everything in her power to steal her away from her own son (successfully coz she got me on a chokehold fr wink*). Yandere vibes or something close to that. I'll let you decide if you'll add some spice and everything nice.” from @buttercandy16

Warnings: Ritualistic groping, sweat and tear ingestion, erotic lactation and breastfeeding, Jessica and Alia telepathically beefing, Jessica is her own warning

A/N: Don't look me in the eyes, believe me, I know how the warnings sound. May my Catholic mother's prayers cleanse these sinful hands that hath created this abomination. (Sexy abomination, *wink wink*).

Word Count: 4.4k of filth

The water of life had opened her mind in unimaginable ways. What once had been a struggle to do, power that had been a struggle to wield, became light. Jessica could see things and feel things that felt almost wrong to be able to digest. Waking up in the midst of the Fremen Sayyadina as they were panting and sighing in ecstasy felt strange. They’d drank of the sweat on her forehead, and the potent spice had acted as a powerful stimulant, and in some cases an aphrodisiac. Jessica watched as a pair of the Sayyadina grasped another, the two of them passionately kissing one another. It was odd to see such open intimacy between two people, between two women.

“Reverend Mother, they wish to make (Reader) a Sayyadina with you.” a Fremen priestess murmured, drinking from her skin as a trickle of sweat came down her forehead.

“Bring… Her in.” Jessica whispered.

The dead Reverend Mother was bound, carried away as the remaining lucid Sayyadina did their part to prepare her. The soon to be Sayyadina, (Reader), was brought forward. Jessica stared up at her with newly blue-stained eyes. 

“You must drink of the sweat on her face.” the sayyadina instructed the girl.

Jessica watched as you kneeled in front of her, gently searching for a bit of sweat to ingest. Most of it had been taken already, only a patch on her upper lip remained accessible. You leaned forward, pressing your lips to the flesh just below her lip, gently licking away the sweat there. Jessica reached forward, hands grasping desperately at you.

“I see.” Jessica whispered, grabbing your face. “Oh, I see what he sees.”

Jessica promptly closed her eyes, dropping into a sleep of pure exhaustion. As she slept, as she dreamed, she dreamed of you. With one little touch, she’d been granted powerful insight into your being, your composition and your bearing. You were Fremen, desert strong. Capable of withstanding more than some of the most acclimated soldiers. And Jessica liked that.

“Stay with her. We will tell the man child.”

You were left to watch over the new Reverend Mother, the slow potency of the spice saturated sweat causing a slow smoldering heat in you. Several Sayyadina around you were in the middle of hunting down their husbands and partners, overcome by the effect of it all. You sat still, observing the slow breaths of the new religious leader in your group. 

<>

“Mother, she’s Paul’s!” Alia spoke to Jessica. 

It had been several weeks since Jessica had taken the water of life, several weeks since Alia had gained consciousness and begun speaking to her in utero. What had first been a new blessing had become another aggravation. Alia was sweet. Dedicated, loving and loyal to a fault. Every bit her father’s child. But Jessica shared a connection with her that allowed the child access to her foremost thoughts, desires and ideas.

“If you don’t hush.” Jessica whispered back.

“What did you say?” you asked, frowning.

“My child speaks.” Jessica replied, then adding, “Of nonsense.”

“Mom!!!” Alia cried.

You saw Jessica’s face contort into a steely expression as she appeared to silently reprimand the conscious fetus inside of her. It was strange, watching her interact with her daughter. Moreso, it was strange watching the other Sayyadina react to it all. You were with Paul mostly, attacking Harkonnen spice mining crews and machines, but recently Jessica had been requesting your presence on a frequent basis, requiring you more and more often. 

“She is… Fully conscious?” you asked, eyeing the soft bump warily.

“Mmm. Yes.” Jessica replied, eyeing you with indiscernible interest. “She speaks like an adult, I believe she has the intellect of an adult as well. However, she is inexperienced in the ways of the world and knows it only through ancestral memory. She must learn to listen to her mother.” Jessica finished, a deadly warning in her expression meant for an individual without eyes to see it with.

Jessica extended her hand.

“Feel.” 

You walked forward, a bit nervous. She was only ten weeks or so along, there was hardly a bump there. You placed your hand in hers, and she smiled, bringing it to rest quite low.*

“The baby will sit just above my pubic bone, you won’t feel movement, but you can feel the soft bump.” Jessica whispered, eyeing you in that strange way she was quite fond of.

“Oh. Thank you, Reverend Mother.” 

Jessica smiled again, gently toying with your blue headband.

“You’ve begun to wear this quite often. What does it mean?”

The question caused you to blush. The piece of fabric was quite irrelevant, but the color was significant for many things.

“Oh… Well. We Fremen wear blue when we’re in love.”

Jessica’s eyes grew sharp and her hand stilled.

“With who?” 

“Well, your son.” you admitted.

Jessica was quite silent for a period that was out of character for her. By the way she stared straight ahead, it was clear that she wasn’t talking to Alia. Her lips would often quirk when conversing with the child, and her eyes would dart around in thought. But she was deadly silent at this moment. No quiver of her lips, no movement of her eyes, not even the slightest twitch.

“I see.” Jessica finally said. “You make a mistake, assuming he can love you.” she whispered, leaning in predatorily. “My daughter Alia reminds him often that he must reserve his hand for the most diplomatically beneficial match.” 

You clenched your teeth, drawing away from her.

“Paul can make his own choices without you two involving yourselves.” you replied, venom boiling through your words.

Your feet moved of their own accord, drawing towards the exit and out of Jessica’s room, forgetting the code of conduct. You were to formally greet and bid goodbye to the Reverend Mother at all times, to provide respect.

“Stop.”

You froze, breath caught in your throat at the barked order. She’d never used the Voice on you before, and you’d never seen it used.

“You will respect your Reverend Mothers.” Jessica spoke, in a two-toned voice. “All of us.”

Chills ran up and down your spine as you turned, viewing Jessica in fear.

“Come here.”

You were forced to walk back towards her. She grabbed your face with both hands, eyes wild as she observed you. 

“I will be leaving to spread the news of Paul in the south. You will come with me.”

You shook your head. You were Feydakin, and a fighter. Your primary role to the tribe was not being a priestess, but being a fighter. To leave Paul to fight without you would leave him vulnerable, without relief from his dreams. Sure, he had Silgar, but the man was a fool and only fueled the Bene Gesserit delusions. Who would be the voice of reason amidst all of this?

“I am Feydakin.”

“No, you are Sayyadina. You go where I tell you to go, when I tell you to go. And as your Reverend Mother, I have the say over the matter. I want a fighter by my side, can’t you see?” Jessica whispered, eyes clouding over in soft anxiety. 

Even though Jessica was Bene Gesserit, you’d always had a six sense for when someone was playing you. This was Jessica playing.

“You defeated Stilgar.” you retorted. “You are fighter enough.

“But I am pregnant.” Jessica replied. “And that was weeks ago. I will only continue to get bigger, to become more immobile. I will need a trusted protector.” 

You eyed her with extreme skepticism, taking a moment to let her words hang. Most liars filled silence by instinct, word vomit flying out of their mouths under pressure. But Jessica knew that trick. And although her real reasons for having you close to her weren’t reasons previously given, her being pregnant was a viable excuse she could use if needed.

“It’s because you don’t want me to date Paul, isn’t it? My common Fremen blood isn’t good enough for him?” 

Jessica laughed. It sounded unkind.

“No. Paul would be lucky to have someone as headstrong and wise as you for a partner, especially someone who is both those things and young, fertile. But his future lies elsewhere. And I do care for you. I would hate to see you hurt.”

She stepped forward, placing both her hands on your shoulders. She was back on her game. You had a sense that she was telling the truth, but only partly.

“Paul will join us in the south when he is ready. Distance will fizzle out the bond or… Make it stronger.” her face twitched. “But I believe it will be solidly the former.”

It was a struggle to stay in that room. You wanted to run out of her room to find the nearest corner to lie in. Not cry. You were Fremen. You didn’t cry over broken hearts and star-crossed love affairs. Not even the dead.

“I wish to be dismissed.” you managed, voice hoarse.

“No. You will stay with me, in my sight until we leave. It is better this way. Separate yourself where you can.”

“Reverend Mother, I wish to leave.” you repeated.

You needed a quiet corner, a place to breathe out and vent your pain without crying. This was humiliation, this was hurtful, this was heartbreak. And you needed to deliver the burden outward. Not in front of this woman with words shaped more like daggers, chipping away at year’s worth of armor to prevent you from crying. 

“No.” 

“You don’t understand, I need-”

“I am well aware of what you think you need.” Jessica interrupted, “And I assure you that it would be better to stay with me. I am what you need.”

It was a battle. Both internal and external. But you weren’t the only one boiling with voices too loud.

“Mother let her go, mother let her go!” Alia repeated over and over. “She will crack, she will waste water, you cannot let her waste water.”

“Silence!” Jessica spat, clutching at her womb. “You, sit.” she pointed.

Her usage of the voice was becoming more and more frequent, and it was directly tied to how in control she felt. It wasn’t something she used lightly, but as tensions and excitement rose, her composure would wear slightly, and she’d use it less sparingly.

“I do not care for your insolence, Alia.” Jessica began to berate her daughter aloud. “It is both rude and unwelcome. These are adult matters. I.. Hold your tongue. Stop interrupting me.. No, I don’t care if you have an adult mind, it is quite literally irrelevant to your circle of control.”

The argument once again turned internal, with Jessica’s lips twitching wordlessly. The debate was intense, and evidently not meant for your ears.

“There.” Jessica sighed, massaging her temples. “Forgive the interruption, she is just so opinionated.” 

Her eyes flashed with her last statement, a hidden anger rooted there. Then she moved, sitting beside you with a sigh. You were still fighting tears. She reached a hand out, moving to fold a bit of your hair back into the bonnet.

“Don’t touch me.” you snapped.

Jessica snorted, continuing to fuss over your hair.

“Your hair is covered in sand.”

“We’re on a desert planet.” you retorted.

Jessica didn’t respond. Instead, she got up and grabbed a comb, undoing your day’s old braid and gently combing out the dust and sand. She braided it in a style that was a bit foreign, beginning the braid from the crown of your head instead of the root. Once complete, she tied a scarf over your hairline. A soft beige. Decidedly neutral. The blue bonnet was confiscated.

“So you’re deciding what I can and can’t feel now?” you said.

Your words sounded more wounded than you intended them to.

“No. I’m simply tying a fresh scarf over you. This one needs to dry.”

You rolled your eyes.

“You can’t clean things in the desert.”

“Air does wonderful things. So does the sun.”

The urge to backtalk her more was deafening. The words posed on the tip of your tongue, like a serpent waiting to strike.

“Come. It is time to rest.”

“It is midday, Reverend Mother.”

“And I am tired, and I will not allow you to escape from my watch. You will join me.”

Her words were not laced with a command of the Voice, but she probably could add it if you didn’t comply. Her hands pulled your outer robes off. She kept herself in a thin, sleeveless dress, pulling you into her. Why Jessica needed you this close was up for debate. You assumed it was because she desired control. She assumed that too, but a third voice quietly thought otherwise.

“You smell like the sun.” Jessica murmured, pressing her nose into your hair.

“And you smell like sweat.”

Neither scent was necessarily bad in the Fremen culture. No one would tell Jessica that her sweat was bad, a body was just a body, and it smelled as such. And the slightly burned scent of hair was just that. The sun roasted strange scents and colors into a person after a while. You would smell as such.

“Are your periods still regular?” she asked, the question phrased not unkindly.

“Yes.” you murmured. 

“Good, that’s good.”

It was odd that she’d fret over your fertility while simultaneously resenting your relationship with Paul. But she was an odd character. It would be natural for her to have odd questions.

“Closer, lie closer to me.” Jessica whispered.

This rest, you would not.

<->

“Closer, I need you closer.” you whispered, pressing your face into Jessica’s neck.

She hummed, sleepily pulling you in, adjusting the pillow around her swollen belly to accommodate your increased closeness.

“You’re needy this morning.” Jessica sighed.

“Hmm?” you frowned.

“Not you, Alia.” Jessica sighed. “You’re always welcome for a cuddle.”

She let out a contented hum, pulling you as close as she could with her belly protruding. Her nose rested against your forehead, you could feel the moisture of her breath. The cuddle lasted a few more moments before a Sayyadina entered, informing Jessica from behind the fabric curtain of her yali that breakfast would be served in a quarter of an hour.

“Help me up.” Jessica murmured, rubbing her eyes.

You gently helped her to sit, pulling back the thin sheet. Her feet were swollen.

“Oh.” you winced.

“The joys of pregnancy, I know.” Jessica sarcastically grimaced.

Her sighs of pain turned to those of relief as you slowly worked your hands over her feet, massaging the swollen calves and tendons. The Reverend Mother propped herself up with a pillow, drawing slow circles over her belly as you worked on her feet. Her lips were pursed, she was in deep conversation with Alia. Jessica laughed a little at whatever the child said, and then nodded. You watched in fascination as her belly began to tremble slightly.

“Morning exercise.” Jessica explained. “Feel.”

She held your hands over her large belly as Alia kicked inside. You could feel the consistent, violent movement inside.

“You let her do that?” you frowned.

“It’s good for her, she needs to move her limbs, she needs the stimulation. But she does ask before kicking, or does so when she requires touch.”

The explanation was sufficient, and fascinating.Hers and Alia’s relationship was complicated, but amusing from the eyes of an outsider. You grabbed her robes and yours, helping her dress. She preferred bare feet most days, but today you coerced her into wearing soft moccasins to support her tender feet. Her hands lingered over yours as you adjusted her outer robes. 

“Thank you.” Jessica murmured, pressing a slow kiss to your temple. 

Following breakfast, Jessica drew you towards the Fremen temple where the masses were meditating. Today was a more quiet moment. Jessica was requiring of a specific ritual of group contact today, a spring rite. She brought you forward, resting her legs around your hips, yours fitted loosely around her bottom. Another Sayyadina came behind her, resting her hands on Jessica’s abdomen and pressing her pelvis into Jessica’s bottom. Spice was passed around, and members slowly began to sway together in a throng. But something was different today. More Fremen holy men and women began to touch more freely with one another. The Sayyadina with her pelvis pressed against your back began to sway with you. Desire. Her breath was hot on your neck, and her hands fitted loosely on your stomach. Jessica leaned into the arms of the Fremen priestess behind her. The breath of the group began getting heavier, labored. You could feel the energy surrounding you, the heaviness in the air. Touching slowly became more sensual, caresses of the torso more common. 

Jessica kept your hands in hers, swaying more frequently. The Sayyadina behind her began to draw her hands over her more sensually, as did the Sayyadina behind you. Fingers pulling at the fabric of your robes, hands drawing over your abdomen, over your thighs, and eventually slipping up your collarbone. The Sayyadina behind Jessica was more brave, fingers kneading the swollen curves of her breasts. It was a spring ritual, meant to further the fertility of the Fremen, meant to inspire the energy of life around them. It was what the people needed, it was what the people required. But your role in this was confusing. Why had Jessica placed you opposite her? Were you a symbol of the Fremen’s future? The Sayyadina behind you placed both her hands over your womb, and a distant chant for fertility began in the back of the room. It bloomed until everyone aside from Jessica and yourself were chanting. It was deafening and was confusing. The sight in front of you didn’t help. The Sayyadina behind Jessica had her hands pressed firmly against Jessica’s chest, groping and pulling at her swelling breasts. It should have disgusted you, this sight. But it didn’t. A distinctly different feeling came forth. It wasn’t until you were out of the ritual, back into Jessica’s chambers, that you pieced it together.

“You ran off fast.” Jessica rasped, soft footsteps filling the yali.

“I had a lot to think about.” 

You noticed her bare feet. Feet that you distinctly remembered placing in moccasins earlier. Another stab of jealousy snuck up through your throat.

“Where are your moccasins, Reverend Mother?”

“Nabiya has them. I didn’t want them anymore.” Jessica sighed.

“Nabiya?”

“The Sayyadina behind me during the ritual.”

You clenched your jaw, looking away. They were confusing, these feelings you were having as of late. Jessica noted your closed off nature, laughing a little.

“Oh come on, now.” Jessica sighed, wrapping her arms around you, her belly pressing into your back. “It was a ritual, I am a pregnant, fertile woman, and a Reverend Mother. You are too. This will bring the Fremen much joy, to see their holy women fertile and strong.”

“That’s not what this is about.”

Jessica rolled her eyes, clicking her tongue softly.

“That ritual isn’t done every year. I distinctly remember the last Reverend Mother doing it last year.”

“Yes, but I am a new Reverend Mother, and we are in a time of great anxiety and excitement. It is important to encourage the community to reproduce.” Jessica murmured. “It is important to remind you of the beauty of your youth…”

“Paul is my chosen-”

“Hush.” Jessica cut you off. “None of that.”

There was a burning in your eyes, and you looked up at the ceiling of the yali to avoid crying.

“Shh, shh.” Jessica murmured, stroking your head. “You have such a limited idea of what your life could be.”

“I’m useless here.” you protested. “I should be beside him, I should be fighting for my people instead of sitting in rooms while people touch me and praise my unproven fertility.”

Jessica hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Her hands hadn’t stilled their soothing caresses over your face and neck.

“Come, lie on the bed with me.”

You were weakened to her requests as it was a matter of compliance as well as comfort. Jessica’s arms encircled your body, and she hummed softly, drawing her fingers over your scalp.

“There will be another. One for you to love.”

“Reverend Mother, Paul said he loved me.”

Jessica smiled sadly, placing another kiss on your forehead. Her hands drew lower, resting on your neck.

“He has found another.”

All of the air escaped your lungs in a wheeze. Jessica’s forehead softened, and she brought you in for a deeper hug. 

“Don’t cry, I know, I know it hurts.” she murmured.

You got the sense that she did care. The months spent at her side as Alia had grown resulted in softer, more empathetic moments from the usually hardened holy leader. And besides Paul and Alia, you were one of the few people she cared for, probably the only Fremen she viewed as anything except a pawn.

“Who?” you whimpered. “Who does he love?”

Jessica shook her head. She pressed kiss after kiss over your face, fingers drawing up and down your back.

“Another from the North. I do not think it wise to tell you who.”

A dry sob came from your throat. You weren’t crying tears, but you were still vocalizing, much like the women of the tribe would do for the dead.

“I know it hurts.” she repeated. “So give it to me.”

Her hands held your face, and as the first tear slipped down your cheeks, her lips were there to catch it, drinking in the moisture. You only shed a few tears, it was all you dared spare, but what you didn’t expect was for her to give it back. Her lips brushed against yours, delivering a soft bead of saliva onto your tongue. She did this so tenderly, fingers stroking over your cheeks softly.

“You have such a limited idea of what your life could be.” Jessica whispered, repeating her earlier words with a hint of sensuality, with a hint of more care.

She leaned in again, her nose brushing against yours. You looked into her spice stained eyes, tentatively drawing a thumb over the tattoos on her cheeks. She smiled softly, and leaned in all the way, lips slowly dancing over yours. It was the reprieve for the ache in your heart. You were heartbroken over Paul, but over the months spent with Jessica, you’d slowly come to care for her too, and the infant child inside of her. You noted the unusual stillness of Alia, the dormant nature of the child. A hand on Jessica’s abdomen confirmed her sleepy state. If the child had been awake, there would have been a soft pressure on the other side as she touched back. Jessica pulled away, stroking your cheek. Her eyes were clouded over in a glow of satisfaction, and the telltale signs of her scheming lay in the intensity of her gaze.

“Do me a favor.” Jessica murmured. “My milk is coming in… Only a little right now, but it is better that it be extracted and taken into a body immediately.”

“I’ll get the pump and the straw so you can drink what it collects.” you assumed.

Jessica laughed softly, pulling you back into her arms before you could leave.

“No, no dear. If I was going to pump it, I would’ve done so this morning. I wish to share it.”

You balked at this, and Jessica laughed even more, her hands encircling your hot cheeks. 

“Sweetheart, please. It is a gift, and cannot be given to anyone else.”

Jessica gently parted her robes, exposing a swollen breast. Your first instinct was to turn away, but Jessica was quicker, firmly cupping your face, forcing you to meet her eyes.

“No, no. Do not pull away. Accept the gift.”

Jessica’s phrasing of the request was despicably deliberate. The gift of water was a holy, sacred act. A symbol of someone’s devotion to another. Usually it was done via spit, but if it came from the body, sharing it was a devotional act. To deny it was like denying the person, a sign of great disrespect. It was the tender touch of her thumbs over your cheeks that convinced you. A soft kiss was all the reassurance Jessica gave before she pushed you down.

“A soft latch. That’s all that’s required.” Jessica directed.

You nodded, leaning in and wrapping your lips around the stiff, brown nipple. It was warm, growing stiffer immediately between your lips. With a soft, experimental suck, a bead of milk landed on your tongue. Jessica let out a relieved moan, her hands tightening in your hair. Alia stirred slightly, but settled. She was unaware of this exchange.

“Again.” Jessica pleaded.

You’d never heard her use this tone of voice before. It was breathy, needy even. It inspired stirrings in you, made you more eager to please. You moved your lips slowly, imitating the suckling of babies you’d witnessed in the past. It required a bit of tongue and throat movement, but you managed to produce the correct combination, milk landing in steady streams on your tongue. Jessica let out pleasured hums of relief, her hands stroking over your head. It was a small amount of milk, and she went dry quickly.

“Other side now, beloved.” Jessica murmured. “And save a mouthful for me this time.”

The suggestion was odd, and a bit exciting. You were less unsure of yourself this time around, and you were careful to keep a decent amount of milk in your mouth at all times to fulfill her next request. It made the process a bit slower, which Jessica did appreciate. Her fingers could dance over your cheeks as they rhythmically hollowed. She could commit the sight of your lips on her breast to her private memory. You pulled away as she went dry, holding what milk remained in your mouth. A soft tap on your chin directed you upward, and Jessica opened her mouth, awaiting what you had collected. You released the liquid back to her in a steady stream, and she swallowed greedily, but she didn’t stop there. Her lips and tongue collected what was left, her tongue searching every crevice of your mouth for the sweet milk that remained. Her breasts dried in the humid air, and she leisurely swirled her tongue over yours, enjoying the remaining traces of her milk on your tongue. 

“Lovely.” Jessica murmured. “Now I’m nice and empty, and you’re full of my nutrients.”

There was a mildly deranged look in her eyes, and you wondered just how much her ego had swelled now that you’d nursed from her, now that you’d shared her own kiss. Her hands drew you back in, pressing your face to her neck, fingers tracing delicately through your scalp. The smell of her breast milk lingered, a sweetness that complimented her natural odor.

“Oh… The things we will be…”

[n-s4kayaky]

𝙼𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 (𝙳𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚢! 𝚂𝚒𝚛 𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MDNI, gn afab! Reader, power dynamics, religious themes, praise, creampie, canon typical violence, possessive Crocodile, belly bulge

Notes: Soooo, yeah, it has come to my mind and how I don't have to write something perverted and horny. So enjoy ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕

Water, the beautiful and elusive water which always flows at will, every living being is aware that water in an ecosystem is vital, it gives life to vegetation, which in turn gives fruit and to living beings, specifically humans. Without the precious water you would be nothing, that is why your city is nothing compared to those around you. You lived in a small town, in the middle of an arid and hot desert which dried your mouth and made your eyes hurt, the climate was deathly hot by day and extremely cold by night; But you had already become accustomed to such temperatures, what you were not used to was the lack of water in your village. Although the other neighboring villages had small lagoons and wells, which provided them with rich water, you were the exception. No matter how hard you dug, the water never emerged from the ground, and even if you were in the middle of the desert it still rained from time to time, but not in you. It had been decades since your town had always been short of water, and everything had a crazy explanation for your liking, the culprit of not emerging water was a deity

The story is immersed in years ago, where your people were nothing more than a tribe, they prayed to various deities giving everyone equal treatment, offering them and building temples and statues in devotion to them, everything was perfect, until the image of a new deity appeared; the deity of the sand, the people gave all devotion and worship to this new deity; But from one day to the next it fell into a rage against the people, destroying the other monuments of the deities and carrying away every drop of water that was in your vicinity, leaving them with nothing. Due to the lack of water and the destruction of the monuments, the citizens became enraged, quickly going to complain to the deity what had created their anger towards them and what was the reason why he had frightened the other gods and carried away the water. Due to the response of the villagers, the anger of the deity increased and it is said that one day he returned the water to the village, flooding it and infesting the waters with large and monstrous crocodiles which ended many lives, and as soon as the water appeared it vanished. From that day on, the name of the sand deity was changed to "Crocodile". The people had no choice but to continue worshipping him for fear that he would wipe them all out, and so it continues to this day

From a very young age you had been told the story by father and mother, always asking and instilling in you the worship of the deity that they feared so much and you followed the beliefs; You didn't do it in worship of God and faith in Him, you did it to keep your people alive. As you grew up, a group of faithful believers armed themselves in your people, such that they fell into the extremism of faith before the wonderful god. They made unpleasant and selfish changes towards the people, always asking at the end of each month for half of the little profit you could afford as an offering to the blessed god, saying that he would be more benevolent towards the people. Their injunctions only made the people even weaker for lack of profit, and as if that were not enough for them they began to force them to give their jewels and gold to the deity, punishing those who could not. The town was indeed in a mess, the people were dying and could hardly contradict themselves to the believing extremists for fear that they or the deity himself would punish them and grant them death.

As was normal, many people fell ill due to the lack of food to be able to afford medicine, and unfortunately many of those sick people were your parents, at that time you were nothing more than a simple child, you left the little study that you had been allowed to start working in the fields with the desperation of being able to afford a simple medicine; But it was too late for your dear parents, and you fell on your deathbed, and left you alone in that dreadful town. During adolescence you barely managed, working for those a little richer in your village, making a living on them and directing your earnings to the extremes. Everything was going moderately well, until today

You were already coming of age and had survived thanks to one of the moderately wealthiest people in the village, working for him while the little income he gave you was destined for offerings. It was the day of the gathering of jewels and goods from the people for the deity, believers went from house to house knocking on doors and taking the jewels while punishing those who gave nothing. There was a knock on the door of your home and you opened it with the small bag of gold in hand, you observed the two men dressed in sand-colored robes waiting in front of your door and one of them stretched out his hand, you quickly handed over the small bag. You watched expectantly as the man opened the bag to see the inside of it, he raised his gaze to his companion and denied him making a shiver run through your body- "It's not enough"- said the second man dryly while looking at you seriously, causing panic to flood your body -"W-what?! That's impossible, it's the amount every month!" - You screamed in panic as you watched the hooded men- "The fee has gone up, we have seen it necessary that our god needs more to have his forgiveness"- Cold sweat ran down your temples as you looked at the two men in astonishment - "More?! Isn't all that we give him enough?" - "Are you questioning the orders and commands that our god gives us?!" - You quickly shook your head as you took a few faint steps backwards, bumping into the half-open door of your home as both men approached you - "No! It's not that, I'd never question it, it's just that it's the only thing I have." - You hurriedly said while you felt how your blood was rushing through your veins, the men looked at each other and then directed their gaze towards you - "Well, in such a case you are lucky that we are making a group of women as an offering to our dear god"- They spoke adoringly at their appointment while touching their cheeks and nose, again a shiver ran through your body, a group of women as an offering?! Before you could reply to ask for a second chance, one of the men grabbed you by the arms tightly, pulling them and pulling a linen rope from his tunic, entangling it around your limbs and pulling them hard, forcing you to walk as if you were a donkey

With an awkward step you followed the men in denial, watching them lead you to the building they had created as a place to pray to the deity. They opened the great gates and forced you in as they walked through the gloomy building, you watched in terror as the large number of men in robes knelt in long lines as they prayed to a statue of a bust with a face barely recognizable due to the damage to the stone. The two men who were carrying you led you to a room, in which there were five other women, untangled the ropes that were in your arms and threw you at the feet of the others, you let out a groan as you watched as they closed the doors. You rose from the ground as you watched the group of women, a few of them sobbing while others simply knelt and prayed. They kept you inside that room for what were hours until they opened the door. Out of it emerged a group of men in tunics, each wearing different things, and they addressed each one of you. They took your garments and snatched them from you, leaving you naked until they gave you a thin white robe, covering your body quickly. A man took care of one of you, dressing you, and then taking small and fine gold necklaces, putting these around your necks, accompanied by a small gold thread that was wrapped around your neck, a white silk veil was placed over your faces, covering half of them, leaving your lips and nose visible, Letting the rest of the material rest on your head, covering your eyes and so on, it covered your view but you could still see vaguely. Gold chains were meticulously placed on your head to hold the veil, and you stripped off your shoes. Once what seemed to be your body already prepared as an offering, a last man entered the room with a bowl full of sand between both hands while reciting a prayer, he approached each of you, taking some of the sand that was in the bowl and rubbing it in a horizontal line from one cheek. Going through the bridge of the nose to the next cheek

The men gathered around you, believing that you would gather among yourselves like a flock of sheep being gathered by the wolves, they began to walk outside the building, forcing them to follow. They walked up the slope which led to the great andesite temple at the top of the village. As you walked, the men prayed and prayed for the deity until they came to the entrance of the great temple. You stared at the dark entrance as you felt a chill run through your body from head to toe. One of the men stood in front of you as he knelt: "Dear sisters, today more than ever you must feel grateful to your worship for the great god of the sand, your body and soul will be more than a gift to our powerful deity, giving us as a reward his forgiveness and the precious water that he wisely snatched from us. Thank you sir, thank you for taking them and giving others a better future!" - The other men thanked as they quickly knelt to the ground, the man who had recited the discourse in front of you stepped aside as he left the entrance to the temple clear, one by one he entered the grand entrance, having no choice but to enter the temple. You walked down the long, cold corridor of the temple until you came to a large chamber. The large room was illuminated by large chandeliers made of gold, the walls were decorated with drawings of what appeared to be crocodiles and other symbols, the floor was littered with gold and precious jewels as well as baskets of different sizes full of fruits and food which were in a deplorable state. You watched the room in astonishment while the other women stood in a horizontal row around the jewels. You were standing and silence filled the place, frightened enough not to say a word. Minutes passed and everything remained the same, without a doubt all this was a waste of time for you, they would keep you locked up here for days thinking that the god you worshipped so much would forgive you and when they see that the water does not come back they will kill you, that is if malnutrition and dehydration have not done it before

You sighed tiredly and closed your eyes, feeling a strong gust of air flood the room, you opened your eyes surprised by the sudden breeze while you checked the other women, who like you seemed strange. A stronger gust of air accompanied by sand flooded the place, turning off the lights of the temple and leaving you in complete darkness, you gasped and looked at the others again with a bad feeling weighing on your lower back. The blast of sand quickly passed around you, engulfing one of the women. In the blink of an eye, that girl lay on the ground with dry skin and looking as if she were a dry corpse, the others began to scream and cry, going quickly to the exit to run in terror; But the blast was quicker, closing the great door as it began to surround each woman. You watched horrified and motionless in your place as women turned before your eyes into mummified and dried corpses, your breathing began to fail as you watched as that gust of sand approached you slowly, you wanted to react, you wanted to run away, scream, cry; But your body just didn't react, it just left your feet buried in the sand as you watched the pile of sand approach you. You closed your eyes, waiting simply for a painful death; But it never came, just a delicate touch on one of your cheeks. You opened your eyes little by little at such a sensation, seeing the pile of sand settle in front of you as it touched your cheek, you blinked incredulously as the sand rose until it touched the veil that covered your eyes and head, removing it little by little until it threw it to the ground and revealed your face. You blinked several times as the candlelight magically lit up again, letting the gold sparkle again and your vision clearer.

The sand that was on your head came down to your cheek again, you looked at the cluster and opened your eyes to see how it began to materialize in a large hand, its fingers were covered with large gold rings and covered with jewels. Then the hand followed an arm and then the great mass of sand that swirled in front of you became a large muscular and tall body dressed in a sand-colored robe embroidered with gold threads and full of small details in gold and jewels, you fixed your gaze on the free hand, Seeing the lack of this and replacing it was a large hook of pure gold. You had to lift your head to visualize the face of the great man lying in front of you. Beautiful eyes golden like precious metal were staring at your face, the slit-like pupils did not leave your skin, a scar decorated his bronzed face from cheek to cheek, proasting by her nose while a delicate veil of the same color as her robe and embroidered in gold covered her charcoal black hair -"It's you…"- A whisper emerged from her rich lips while her large hand full of rings caressed your cheek with a delicate and trembling touch -"After so long… You're back." - He said incredulously while out of nowhere he was kneeling in front of you, taking you in his strong arms and hugging you with nostalgic affection - "My dear desert flower, I miss you so much.." - You gasped as you stood motionless before his tight embrace, feeling his warm and large body envelop yours smaller - "S-sir… I… I think you're mistaking me for someone else." - You spoke in astonishment and trembling of being able to anger the man you could only recognize as the deity of the sand. His head moved away from the hollow of your neck, lifting his head and piercing those chilling slit-like pupils into your face, examining it for a few seconds, his large hand again moved closer to your face as he touched your skin delicately, being careful not to break your thin skin -"Am I confused? Don't talk nonsense at this point… It's been so long and you tell me such things?.." - He spoke in a thick, harsh tone of voice as he looked down at you from his imposing height - "No! Excuse me, it's just… I am simply an offering to you, I come in the apologetic name of my people so that you, please, give them back the water." - The big man's eyebrow arched as he took a few small steps away from you. His golden eyes swept over your body covered by the robe that had been given to you and shortly after settled on your face, looking at you with what seemed to be slight confusion, a small and serious laugh rumbled from his chest as he shook his head incredulously making it seem as if the ground was shaking - "My dear, you an offering? Don't talk so much nonsense. It's clear you've forgotten our old life, I don't blame you; I'll make you remember everything," he said with the sweet tone dripping from his lips as he took your arm with his big hand and forced your body to stick to his. No, listen, please we need you to give us back the water, there are extremist creinets who are destroying everything and…" - Before you could finish your protests, large lips pressed firmly against yours while the large golden hook gripped its large curve at your hip. His kiss was scorching, full of need and a certain nostalgia as his big tongue went into your mouth, desecrating it and claiming it with possessiveness. His big tongue swirled against yours, starting a dance filled with love and lust. Your senses were quickly overwhelmed by the kiss of the bigger man, having no choice but to reciprocate it awkwardly, opening your mouth while you felt a small trickle of mixed saliva drip down your lips.

His hand swept across your body, running his long fingers over your shoulders, past your collarbones until he reached the valley between your breasts, a shiver ran through your body as your cheeks began to turn red. He broke away from the kiss, watching with delight as a thin thread of saliva connected both lips, quickly his mouth went to your neck, gently kissing it and sticking out his wide tongue, licking a long ditch of your sensitive skin making you gasp. At the pathetic noise that escaped your lips Crocodile couldn't help but growl, licking again that sensitive spot of skin that opened his mouth, revealing his gleaming teeth and four long fangs which quickly pierced the delicate skin of your neck. You let out a groan of pain as your hands quickly reach for his broad shoulders, grabbing and clawing at them as your head moved to the side at the intrusion.Small threads of blood began to run from the bite the man gave you; But they didn't get very far, as his tongue quickly collected the crimson liquid until it left your neck completely full of saliva and with a large teeth mark that was changing from red to purple. Crocodile's head rested in the hollow of your neck, burying his nose in it as he inhaled your sweet scent now mixed with the strong metallic smell of blood, his large hand caressing the section of your breasts, squeezing them through the thin white fabric with his large hand which easily took your entire breast. You gasped with heavy breathing as your eyesight vaguely failed at the sudden small loss of blood—"My sweet wife, I missed your sweet taste so much." - I whisper with that deep voice on your neck, causing a flash of heat to run straight into your core. The huge hook that grabbed your hip rose gently, and in one swift movement you felt the cold air of the room embrace your body, Crocodile had torn off the simple robe with that big hook, leaving you totally naked before the sharp eyes of the great man who hovered in front of you -"Let me see that beautiful body you have, I've missed him so much." -Your nipples quickly erected at the welcome of the room air, the deity's long fingers quickly curled into your sweet erect buds, twisting these as his lips left small hickeys along your neck, slowly going down to your collarbone, toasting it with kisses and small licks, making your body tremble at attention

"Look at you… My little flower is anxious for her god, isn't she, darling? Open those beautiful legs for me so I can see how needy you are darling." - His booming voice made your heart pump hard and blood rush through your body. The hand that was in charge of playing with your sensitive and now lightly red nipples was slowly descending your body, running its large, calloused fingers across your soft belly, caressing it along the way until its large palm hollowed out your already wet pussy. You gasped at the touch as your hand forced your thighs open for it, exposing your wet little pussy and the mount of both thighs already moistened between tiny threads of your fluids. Crocodile's eyes slowly lowered until they landed on your wet pussy already needed by the little attention he had given to your body, he gasped pleased to see your soft folds already wet because of him and couldn't stop his cock from throbbing at the sight. Everything about you was driving him crazy in those moments, he had been longing for your touch, to drink from the sight of your beautiful little needy because of him, he wanted to sink his teeth back into your flesh, to lick your sweet blood that would always surpass any hydromiel they gave him, he wanted to eat you completely, to sink into you in every possible way, he wanted to mark you, that you would never leave his side again, to keep you to himself, to become his sweet little wife, to fill you completely with his cock and his divine cum; I loved you whole. His thick fingers encircled your sensitive clitoris, causing your legs to shake and a moan to escape your throat "Look at you dear, you are soaked, and just for having touched and marked you… I don't blame you my love, I'll take care of you," he whispered on your neck as he gave a long lick to the extension of it, savoring the sweet taste of your skin. His fingers began to circle your clit, fiddling with it as I watched your pussy get wetter and wetter by the minute. You groaned helplessly at him, tremblingly grasping his arm as you tried to look at the man – "N-no… I… Y-you're wro..." - A swift movement of his experimental fingers silenced you with a moan as he lifted his face from the majar of your neck, resting his forehead against yours as he made both noses collide, his large golden eyes fixed on yours as his lizard pupils pierced through your body and soul -"Shhhh, my love don't talk… Let your god take care of this, yes?" - He said in a melodious tone as one of his fingers began to push against your entrance. You moaned choked in lust, trying to speak as Crocodile's big finger pumped your exquisite entrance, you moaned in moaning mode as the man's tongue came out of his mouth, tenderly licking your lips with a slight playful smile – "Just like that honey, do you hear it? Do you hear your wet pussy begging for me?" One of his free fingers began to play with your clitoris again, making you shudder and let out a louder moan, you stared lost in sensations at the man, trying to pronounce some coherent word

A second finger was inserted inside you, making you stand on tiptoe at the sensation of how you were stretched, Crocodile snorted while his forehead remained close to yours, aware of your adorable reactions as I felt his cock tremble against his robe and form a small spot of moisture, he wanted so much to bury himself in your extrexho hole; But I wanted to prepare you enough for him. The speed of his hand increased, making the hand that was gripping his forearm tighter, your legs failed; But the grip of the hook on your waist prevented you from collapsing against it. Her two fingers were already quite overwhelming inside you, they were so big that you felt full to the brim, they kept moving up and down your rubbery walls, opening them up and down while making you shudder at the constant touch on that sensitive point. Crocodile's lips began to kiss tenderly all over your face, giving you encouraging words as his fingers scissored inside you—"My precious girl, you are doing so well. You can't wait for me to fill you with my cock, aren't you?" - He spoke in a honeyed tone while a third finger was slowly inserted along with the others. You arched your back as a high-pitched moan escaped your lungs, Crocodile's lips closed against yours, giving you a loving, lustful kiss as his three fingers quickly boomed your moist inside. Everything was too much at that moment, Crocodile's lips against yours, his tongue tangling against yours, the heat his body gave off against yours and how his big fingers opened your insides to him.

A second finger was inserted inside you, making you stand on tiptoe at the sensation of how you were stretched, Crocodile snorted while his forehead remained close to yours, aware of your adorable reactions as I felt his cock tremble against his robe and form a small spot of moisture, he wanted so much to bury himself in your extrexho hole; But I wanted to prepare you enough for him. The speed of his hand increased, making the hand that was gripping his forearm tighter, your legs failed; But the grip of the hook on your waist prevented you from collapsing against it. Her two fingers were already quite overwhelming inside you, they were so big that you felt full to the brim, they kept moving up and down your rubbery walls, opening them up and down while making you shudder at the constant touch on that sensitive point. Crocodile's lips began to kiss tenderly all over your face, giving you encouraging words as his fingers scissored inside you—"My precious girl, you are doing so well. You can't wait for me to fill you with my cock, aren't you?" - He spoke in a honeyed tone while a third finger was slowly inserted along with the others. You arched your back as a high-pitched moan escaped your lungs, Crocodile's lips closed against yours, giving you a loving, lustful kiss as his three fingers quickly boomed your moist inside. Everything was too much at that moment, Crocodile's lips against yours, his tongue tangling against yours, the heat his body gave off against yours and how his big fingers opened your insides to him.

Crocodile's lips parted from yours, directing them to your forehead and giving her an affectionate kiss - "That's my girl, cumming for me.." - He spoke with delight as he slowly withdrew his fingers from you, feeling strangely empty as you squeezed into nothingness. Crocodile's wet fingers went up to his face, opening them slightly, being able to blur the threads of your arousal by creating small rows – "Look at this darling. Look how wet you are now, without a doubt you will be able to take me without any problem my love" - she said lovingly while she brought her fingers to her lips, opening them and starting to lick your sweet nectar as if it were the most luxurious drink. A growl escaped his lips at your taste and he slowly pulled his fingers out of his mouth, watching you with a gaze laden with lust and pleasure. Her body gently separated from yours, starting to remove her luxurious robe to reveal her naked body, your eyes wandered over her ample pecs to her chiseled belly until you opened your eyes at the sight of the monstrous erection standing proudly against her belly, dripping from a semi-transparent liquid. A chill ran down your spine at the sight of the man's big cock, was that going to fit inside you? You weren't entirely sure. Crocodile seeing your hesitation and slight fear in his eyes took you in his arms, pressing your back against the nearest column while his glans pricked your entrance and moistened it with his pre-cum -"My love, don't be scared, you're ready, you're going to take me very well"- I whisper with love in your ear while you felt how little by little I was entering your moist interior. You let out a moan of a mixture of pleasure and pain at the great intrusion into your body, you could only feel his big cock slowly splitting you in two. Crocodile grunted at the embrace of your tight walls, slowly sheathing into you until he hit rock bottom, making them both gasp. The man closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, controlling himself so as not to hit you hard against that column before your exquisite interior, his hand snaked to your belly caressing it and smiling proudly when he felt the lump that was peeking out, starting to caress it while his lips kissed your neck -"You get along with me so well my love. Do you feel me? You feel my big cock sticking out of you, huh honey?"Again everything was overwhelming, the sound of both skins touching, Crocodile's grunts against your neck, his big cock pounding inside you. The hand on your belly began to quickly brush against your clitoris, causing you to lose your composure as your small hands gripped the man's shoulders tightly. An experimental swipe of his cock along with his fingers moving against your clit made your body give way, cumming around Crocodile's cock, making you arch your back and throw your head back

Your body fell limp against hers as you listened to Crocodile's grunts and as if cock trembled inside you – "Honey you feel so good around me… Now let me finish, love." With that said, his hips began to move rapidly against yours, leaving you halfway out and re-entering all at once. Your head fell backwards as you groaned at their hard thrusts and overstimulation, you could feel your back scraping against the great column and how it could drift into any momentum on you; but it seemed that didn't matter in the slightest to the man, slamming you flawlessly against the stone – "That's honey… Just a little longer and I'll fill you with my seed, you'll be mine… My wife, you want that right love, say it, say it."- Her bright golden eyes landed on your trembling body, still moving her hips quickly. His hand gripped your cheeks, forcing you to stare at him as his cock pounded your cervix – "Say it my love, say you want to be my wife, say you want me to fill you with my seed" – "And-I… Please make me yours… Fill me, make me your wife," you said between babblings as you stared lost in lust in the man. He let out a low growl and his teeth sank back into the soft skin of your neck, giving one last push to his hips and filling your insides completely with his abundant cum. You gasped at the amount and the bite, Crocodile's lips absorbing your skin while thick strings of cum continued to shoot inside you, filling your uterus to the full.

Soon Crocodile lay next to you, taking your hips and sticking his body to yours, hugging you lovingly as his eyes looked at you with pure adoration. His hand moved up to your cheek, touching it and putting a strand of your hair behind your ear as he kissed your forehead lovingly

"My desert flower, I am so happy to have you back in my arms… You are my wife now and there will be nothing to separate you from me, I promise my dear." -

[burningcheese-merchant]

A Headcanon for Nutmeg Tiger Cookie

While placing Nutmeg Tiger in all the different work spaces to see how she reacts to them, I noticed that the only things she actually enjoys doing are:

Waving

Watering

It is therefore reasonable to assume that, contrary to her harsh nature, she actually really likes talking to people... and, perhaps secretly, enjoys gardening.

HEADCANON TIME:

Nutmeg Tiger never indulges in these hidden passions of hers, because she believes - or rather, she was taught to believe - that they are a waste of time. Talking is cheap and pointless; gardening is pathetic, pure and simple. Gardening is the worse one of the two, really. Why waste even a fraction of your time and effort on something so fragile and weak? Something that can't be useful? That can't fight?

(Deep down, NT is afraid of admitting she likes these things because she doesn't want to be perceived as soft, especially by her master... especially for the gardening thing, because she knows Burning Spice would likely go out of his way to destroy any plant she cares for, either as a form of punishment or just because.)

Now, I've already predicted that the Wild Spices will turn against BS and join Golden Cheese after she awakens and defeats him, because they respect power above all else and she will be the most powerful one at that point (and also she's liberated them from BS's tyranny, but whatevs). Going with this, and with the idea that some spices go back to the GC Kingdom alongside GC herself: NT remains apprehensive for a really long time after all is said and done, just because she's had it drilled into her skull for so long that GC is/was the enemy, and she's just not as easily swayed as the others.

But... GC is actually kind to her, despite everything that happened. She tries to engage her in conversation (which NT rebuffs for a while, until she eventually gives in, because GC and her subjects are very stubborn outgoing and seem to want to bring her out of her shell... and it's... nice to actually be able to sit and chat with people for once...), she invites her to parties, she invites her to meals. It almost seems as though GC is trying a little extra hard to accommodate and befriend NT specifically.

NT does not fully buy into any of this for a long time. While she secretly does appreciate these gestures (and even now, she remembers when GC called BS out for ignoring NT when she was badly injured), it's just not enough. Her shell is too hard to crack.

...Until one day, GC comes by and asks for a favor. She brings NT to her palace garden (always figured she had one haha), full of lilies and lotuses and exotic cacti, and many other desert plants. GC says that she noticed how NT seems to relax more around plants (she actually noticed that???), and thought that, perhaps, it might be good to give her something important - something non-violent but still productive - to do in the kingdom.

NT agrees to help look after the garden, albeit begrudgingly... on the surface, anyway. Only on the surface. Because with GC doing this for her, with GC actually being attentive enough to know her subjects' likes and wants, with GC actively working to help NT achieve hers even in spite of what transpired between them in the past... With GC giving her something NT considers invaluable, granting her secret wish, and thus embodying this virtue of Abundance she so champions...

...She finally understands why Golden Cheese is so loved by so many.

[redskull199987]

A bright Future

Paul Atreides x fem!reader Word Count:1.4k Warnings:minor Spoilers for Dune Part II, Blood, stab Wound, Violence, you know the drill Summary:You thought you were going to be fine. Until you saw Paul cry. He knew the Rules of the Desert better than anyone else. Seeing him waste his Water so freely told you how serious the Situation was…

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It was quiet. Or at least that’s what it felt like. A quiet and short moment, that barely anyone around you noticed. You had always thought getting stabbed would be a sharp pain, naturally. That you’d scream out in pain or drop to your knees. 

But none of that ever happened. It wasn’t a sharp pain, it felt dull and barely noticeable. It was the adrenaline and Spice running through your system. Or that’s what you told yourself. You had to tell yourself something. Something to keep you focused, to tell yourself to not black out. To pull out the blade and kill the Harkonnen Warrior in front of you. 

You felt slow, awfully slow. You thought that if you had been any slower, the Harkonnen might have stopped and laughed at you for ever thinking you could beat him. But Paul and Chani later told you, they had never seen someone move so fast, like you did in that moment.

The Adrenaline, you told yourself again. Over and over again. You had to keep fighting, finish the Mission. Save the Fremen. The people that had become your family, even over the short time that you had been on Arrakis. You just had to make it, that you owed them.

The next few minutes felt like you weren’t even in control of your own body. Like you were a watcher, an observer. It felt like you were back on Caladan, watching a filmbook about the Fremen with Paul. You saw yourself fight against the Harkonnen with Paul while Chani fired her weapon at the Thopters. You saw the Explosion and felt the earth shatter from the sheer power of the blast. It must’ve been the Spice, you thought. Granting you views and visions you weren’t even capable of seeing. As an Outsider, you had always been sensitive to the Melange.

And lastly, you felt the Pain.

The Pain of the weight of the world crashing down on you again. First there was silence, but suddenly you felt everything everywhere all at once. You felt like the sand beneath your feet was pulling you down and no matter how much you fought against it, you couldn’t escape it. Couldn’t escape fate. Couldn’t escape death.

You abruptly came to a halt. Paul’s hand left yours and you saw your two companions run a little further, until they noticed that you had stopped. You heard Paul call out to you and a few seconds later, he came running over to you. His expression was of pure panic when his gaze wandered from your face to your abdomen. You had pressed a hand against it, but it seemed useless. Thick warm Blood was oozing out between your fingers. It felt comforting, somehow. It told you that you weren’t dead, yet. Somewhere in your mind, you heard Stilgar scolding you, every drop of Blood was valuable Water. Water that was now lost in the Dunes of Arrakis.

“Paul?”, You mumbled. You were sure he didn’t even hear you with how quiet you spoke. Your mouth felt awfully dry. But what you did know, was that he saw you fall. And you felt his arms as they wrapped around you, dragging you back to your feet, urging you to keep going. A soft groan left your lips, as you did as he told you. Just a few more meters. A few more meters and you'd be over the next Dune. You’d be safe. You knew that the rest of your people weren’t far away. Neither was Sietch Tabr. You were almost sure that you were going to make it. That was until you saw Paul cry. Saw how his tears dropped into the hot sand, evaporating almost immediately. He knew the Rules of the Desert better than anyone else. And seeing him waste his Water so freely told you how serious the Situation was.

When you reached the top of the Dune, The Spice Harvester behind you exploded, sending the three of you flying down on the other side. Your ears rang from the Explosion. But you barely even acknowledged it. You tightly pressed your hand on top of the Wound as you tumbled down in the sand, but it  was useless. Finally, after what felt like ages, you released a scream. A scream so earth shattering, Paul later told you, he thought he’d lost you in that exact moment.

For a few Seconds, all you heard were your own wheezing Breaths, the blood rushing in your ears and the sand crunching beneath your Body. When Paul and Chani came into view, you heard their Voices. Loud and Clear. You wanted to answer them. Tell them that you were going to be fine.

But you couldn’t. You couldn’t talk and if you could’ve, you didn’t even know if you could promise them that you were going to be alright. You so desperately wanted to talk to them. Talk to Paul. Tell him how much you loved him, that you would follow him to the very end. Talk to Chani, tell her how much you appreciated her, how thankful you were that she took you in and accepted her as one of her own People.

But you couldn’t. All you managed to do was lift your hand, even just a few centimeters above the Ground. And when Paul grabbed your hand, squeezed it ever so tightly, you knew that it was going to be alright. It had to be. it just had to.

And then you blacked out. 

You were older. So much older. At least ten years. Over the time, you’ve had many Spice-induced Visions. Never as strong as Pauls, only snippets. Short moments, often not far into the future, just a few weeks, a month tops. 

But this was different. This was at least a decade into the Future. And it felt so vivid, you almost thought it was real. When you saw your own face, older and more mature, standing alongside Paul and behind a long table that you knew was in the throne room of Arrakeen, many familiar faces gathered around it, alongside with some you didn’t know, yet. You knew you were not dead, you couldn’t be. For what reason would you be seeing this, if you weren’t going to make it. It would be worthless. 

As the Vision started to fade, you saw Paul look at you. Not at the older You, but at you. You who were observing this. And it felt like he could see you, standing there at the other side of the Table, smiling at you like he always did when he tried to comfort you. Your brows furrowed in confusion, but there was nothing you could do, as you felt your mind slip out of the vision and back into reality.

You heard all kinds of voices around you, most of them familiar. You felt the bed beneath your body, you smelled the warm air of Sietch Tabr. You knew you were Home. And when you finally opened your eyes, you heard a chorus of cheers break out around you. You saw the warm smile of Stilgar who patted your shoulder before he scurried off to tell the good news to the rest of the Fremen. Next you saw Lady Jessica, your Reverend Mother standing in the Corner of the Room. She gave you an acknowledging nod. You bowed your head in return, knowing that you probably owed her your survival.

Lastly, you saw Chani and Paul who were sitting at your bedside. When your Gaze wandered to them, as you sat up you couldn’t help but laugh. it was a warm and genuine Laugh. You were alive. You had made it and you would live to see them again, the people who mattered most to you. Chani smiled at you in return, gently squeezing your hand, before standing up to join Stilgar and the other Fremen outside.

Paul and You were the only People who remained in the now silent room.

“I thought I’d lost you.”, he finally sniffled. You slowly looked up, seeing that Tears were running down his face. “But you didn’t.”, You answered firmly, raising your hand to wipe away his tears,”So, stop wasting your water.”

Paul chuckled quietly, putting his hand on top of yours, closing his eyes in relief. With a grin, you leaned your head against his, swaying in the warm sun of Arrakis.

“Trust me, we have a bright Future ahead of Us.”

[bleedingmusk]

Ya Allaah I gear up my tawakkul and hopes on You I expect impossible from You my Lord who is indeed the Lord of impossible, Who made possible for Your virgin untouched chaste slave to nurture a small human in her womb and gave birth in best of form, You who kept Your beloved slave alive in a belly of whale for certain days and nights, You who made the blazing hot fire cool for Your intimate friend, You who saved Your sincere slave and his people when the whole world was drowning, You who spilt the sea into two for Your close slave when he was stricken with impossibility, You who fulfilled the barren old womb of wife of Your fearing slave with a living soul, You who uplifted Your patient slave into heavens under and keeping under Your care, You who have flowed streams of holy water in the middle of desert for Your tired hungry slave, You who made spider weave a web in matters of second and Who willed for a peigon to lay eggs in moments to protect one of Your chosen slave and also aided him with ranks of angels, Who did every impossible possible just by saying كن and it was done just like that by Your Might and Power, miracle does happen by Your Strength O Ever Living O Self Sustainable my needs and my problems are not as big as those who once lived before me with dignity and honour by Your grace, yet these problems are drowning me day by day and each passing night it submerges my strength but not even for a moment I doubt in You or Your help or Your Aid. Just uplift these trials from me and unite me with my love of this and after life, grant me best in this world and next one. This Ramadan in this holy month in these special nights by Your Strength, Your Power, Your Might, Your Rahma, Your Love, Your Invincibility change my situation and grant me what my hearts longs for, it eagerly yearns for relief O Creator of my heart and feelings fulfill my needs I depend upon You, You are free of need while I need You every second of my life I entrust my affairs on You for verily You are the best of Judge and Guarantor my Beloved accept my supplication as You are the Responder of supplication Ameen.

[moongothic]

There is something so interesting to me about the whole "Devil Fruits are manifestations of people's desires" concept... Mainly because, when you think about it, a lot of characters do end up having Devil Fruits that like, suit them, you know?

Althought people do tend speculate about it, we can't really say for sure that a "Devil Fruit chooses its user", like it's not canon yet. But if there was some funny thing of FATE that somehow leads specific people to certain powers that they, subconciously or not, desired and wished for... It would explain how so many characters end up with powers they're happy with, abilities that really suit them, even if/when they can't know for sure what powers they might end up with

Like we have Kaku and Kalifa who both seemed happy with the abilities they obtained despite having no idea what powers the mystery fruits the Government offered them would grant them. And that's just those two. Aokiji is a very Chill Dude so his Ice Fruit suits him, same could be said for Ace who was a bit of a hot head. The Wapol's ability to nom on literally anything goes well with his appetite, while Iva-chan and Bon-chan both obtained powers perfect for exploring their genders and identities. Luffy is a ridiculous ray of sunshine, while both Moria and Perona got the most goth-ass fruits available. Buggy's circus acts aside, Shanks did split his heart into pieces that have not come back together yet (though this did not kill the clown, just left him in pieces). Law's fruit was best suited in the hands of a doctor and not only was he was the son of doctor, but he specifically needed its power to not die. Kuma needed the hands of liberation to save not just himself but so many other slaves at God's Valley, and so many others later in life. All Robin wanted was to hold hands with her mom.

With that all in mind. How does Crocodile's ability... suit Crocodile..?

Like sure, on a pure surface level, it suits him in the sense that he was The Final Boss of the Sand Level. You go to a desert, you gonna find some sand. And of course, Alabasta was suffering from severe drought that Crocodile was manufacturing. The Drought Man taking the rain from a country makes sense.

And maybe there isn't anything more to it than that.

But also like, think about it with me for a second

The man who once dreamt of becoming fucking Pirate King ended up a Sand Logia. And I don't even mean that in the "lmao water is his weakness" kinda way (though it certainly doesn't help, all you need is one (1) battle in the middle of a storm and you're dead), I mean like. How doth one rule the seas when your power is to rule the earth instead. That Logia in particular is about as fitting for a Pirate King as a beach is a fitting place for a whale to live on. So if Devil Fruits are somehow drawn to people whom they might suit the most, then how did the Sand Logia end up with Crocodile? How was that the most suitable fruit for him? Was it just bad luck? Was it fate? Did Crocodile even really yearn for that throne to begin with, or was it just the idea of absolute power and fame instead?

Sidenote, but it is worth pointing out that we don't know when Crocodile ate his Devil Fruit. For all we know, it could've been years after he got his ass kicked by Whitebeard, when he had already given up on his dreams. If can't become the king of the oceans, then a Desert King is okay too

I do also want to point out... Was Crocodile drawn to this fruit because it's sand? Because nothing can really grow and blossom in nothing but dry sand, nothing can live in it. Because deserts and wastelands are lonely places. None of Crocodile's plans have ever turned out like he wanted them to, nothing has come to fruition from his ventures. And Crocodile if anyone knows a thing or two about solitude.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Haha hey remember that fluff I wrote, well, uh, whoops

The sun shone so brightly, almost too brightly. She shielded her eyes.

Ganondorf waited in silence. Tonight was the night.

Red mixed with stone. Fluid in its motion, like water flowing through the streets.

Hemisi stood before him, looking somewhat uncertain. The sight of it frustrated him, conflicting emotions creating an admixture that led to anger. “You know your duty, daughter.”

“I… I know,” Hemisi said hesitantly. “But I… why do we have to attack them?”

“The Triforce is a power long hoarded by Hyrule,” Ganondorf explained. “A power they have kept to themselves when we could utilize it.”

“It will bring our people prosperity,” Nabooru added reassuringly.

Hemisi and her brother glanced at each other. Merovar nodded, eyes alight with interest and desire. Ganondorf smiled at his son; he’d certainly inherited his thirst for power. It was one of the reasons he had especially taken the boy under his wing. Hemisi held more of her mother’s caution, which, while useful, was certainly impeding them tonight.

Her brother elbowed her. “Relax. It’s not like we’re attacking him. He just needs to be taken out of play.”

His daughter hugged herself, looking away, before she tipped her head in acknowledgement. “I’ll handle it.”

The sunlight grew brighter, nearly blinding her. Then its light shattered into sparkling rainfall, coalescing into three golden images.

Castle Town was silent as they approached. Ganondorf felt himself smile. Finally, after years of waiting.

To think everything had come to this. He had spent years trying to curry favor of the king of his own Hyrule, so long ago it felt like a lifetime, before that little green clad brat had thwarted him. He’d figured he’d meet his doom at the hands of the sages, but when Din had granted him her favor and allowed him to escape into the Twilight Realm, and then shown him a way out of his future execution at the hands of yet another Hero…

Well. He wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. Din’s words of warning were long forgotten in the back of his mind.

Your lust for power will be your undoing.

Bold words from the goddess of power herself. What a hypocrite.

Ganondorf’s smile grew. Tonight was the night.

She could almost make out the first image. The gold stained red and black, a cloud shrouding its bright majesty and nearly enveloping her as she screamed and pulled away.

Link wandered the hallways of the castle, yawning. He was mildly annoyed that he’d gotten the night shift tonight, as he’d just returned from his journey to the desert. He wished Lady Impa would at least give him a day’s rest before he had to stay up all night. Oh, well.

Stretching, Link glanced at the window, his red eyes hardly visible on the glass. It was practically pitch black outside with the new moon.

When he heard a light footstep behind him, he twirled, immediately reaching for his sword, and then paused midway through the motion. “Hemisi?”

“Orik,” the Gerudo warrior acknowledged with an apologetic shrug. “Hey. Sorry I scared you.”

“How did you get in here?” Link asked. “You’re not allowed—”

Hemisi pulled him in for a quick kiss, catching him off guard, and then she laughed nervously. “I—sorry, I just wanted… wanted to…”

Link stared at her, dumbfounded. He wasn’t unhappy to see her, but… something was clearly bothering her. “What’s wrong?”

Hemisi bit her lip, and she guided him further down the hallway, pausing in front of a door to a closet. “I’m sorry.”

Link blinked, even more confused. “Sorry? For what?”

Hemisi pulled him for another kiss and then hugged him, holding him so tightly it almost hurt. She was trembling.

“Hemisi, what—”

Before Link could finish the question, Hemisi shoved him into the closet hard enough for him to smack his head against the back wall, and then the door slammed closed. Link stumbled to the ground, dizzy, and then tried to open the door.

It was locked.

“Hemisi!” he called.

“I’m sorry, Link,” was all he heard in reply.

She couldn’t quite outrun the darkness and gloom. It snaked around her ankle, making her scream and fall, before golden light burned it, holding it at bay.

The streets of Castle Town ran red with blood. The bells in the tower began to toll. Soldiers ran to find guards already fallen. A Sheikah warrior screamed from his new prison, searching frantically for an escape route as he slammed repeatedly into the door until it yielded to him.

The golden light in front of her coalesced into a figure. Short in stature, strong in build, fearless in stance.

She knew him.

Link tore through the hallway, breathless and frantic. What is happening what is happening—

The gloom overshadowed everything. The corrupted gold melted into the warrior, trying to kill him. She cried out to him, and the final piece encased her in its light.

It wasn’t enough. The darkness came, and Zelda was eaten alive.

Princess Zelda gasped as she awoke from her nightmare, adrenaline rushing through her just as the door to her chambers burst open.

Her Sheikah protector, Orik, ran to her side. “Princess, are you alright?”

“I—” she paused, trying to slow her racing heart, when she heard the bells tolling, indicating something was unfathomably wrong. Ice filled her veins. “The Triforce!”

“Wha—Princess!”

Orik’s protests were lost to her as she ran out of the room. She didn’t care that she was in a nightdress or barefoot, she had to be sure. She’d never experienced such a dream, but she knew, she knew that it had to do with the Triforce. She’d been getting an overwhelming sense of dread ever since the Gerudo had started to negotiate with her father.

It didn’t take much to curry favor from the man, after all, and Ganondorf had been more than eager to stroke his ego.

Zelda shook her head, ridding herself of the thoughts. What mattered now was the safety of their most precious and holy relic.

“Princess, it isn’t safe!” Orik called from behind her, but she ignored him. She took the fastest route to the Temple of Time, utilizing the passageways that were just for the royal family.

Blood stained the cobblestone as she rushed outside. She inhaled sharply, avoiding ramming her foot into the armor of a fallen soldier. Orik froze at her side, taking in the scene as well.

Both the princess and the warriors’ eyes fell on a fallen enemy. A Gerudo.

“No…” Orik whispered. “What…”

“Make haste!” Zelda insisted, running ahead. “We have to protect the Triforce!”

Ahead, the Gerudo had already eliminated the final guards. Ahead, Ganondorf walked forward proudly, basking in his victory. Nabooru turned as she heard the pitter patter of bare feet.

“Quickly, Gan,” she whispered.

The Triforce floated in front of him, unprotected and exposed. How foolish these Hylians were, to not even hide it in the Sacred Realm as the people in his own timeline had done so.

Ganondorf reached forward. Victory was at hand.

Princess Zelda reached forward. Everything was at stake.

Link reached forward. This couldn’t be happening.

A golden light shone brightly, almost too brightly. The world grew unbearable in every way imaginable, hot and cold and painful and numb and light and so, so dark.

Gold split thrice over, and the world changed forever.

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tags @halfbakedspuds @paeliae-occasionally and @somethingclevermahogony!

Find the Word Tag

My Words: Dawn, Dark, Death, Deep, Bold, Fire, Survivor, Chase, Time, Ball, Intense, Fast

Your Words: Panic, Teeth, Blue, Snap

MG3 is getting kinda chunky at this point, so let's give it a go!

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"We can transmute the metaphysical Veil particles into sterile biological matter," the witch gasped. "The Chosen'll be able to jumpstart the cell cycle. I just gotta perfect those mental transfer runes, but then... Oh gods, Mashal."

It took a second for understanding to dawn. Mashal's lamplight eyes went wide. He might not have been a witch, however, he'd started to learn to speak their language pretty well by now.

"Please, you're say- saying what I think you are, right?"

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Before they could dally in the courtyard much longer, the front door of the compound swung open and a man stepped out, waving to them. He was quite tall. Astra put him at a few years older than herself, or maybe older, given his elven ears and siren-dark eyes. It could be hard to tell with either of those long-lived folk.

He also wasn't blue. Astra narrowed her eyes. Was Ivander just some kind of genetic freak compared to the rest of his family?

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Avymere stifled a cough at the unexpected panic that idea put in their chest. Like distant smoke, the scent of burning hydraulic fluid and a tide of blood caught in their nose. The sounds of breaking bones and their father's pained gasps pierced their ears. The flash of a knife. The shine of eikodoro. The screams of their people, conquered.

"We are not retreating," the Duchon growled. "The longer we take to act, the longer the people of Salis - of all of Skysheer - are held in Vermir's grasp. Every second we waste means the death of another sorcerer whom it is my duty to protect. We push on."

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Deep in the witch's mind, a spark of unexpected hope kindled, fanned by shame and self-blame. What about the dark beyond? Magic as the world knew it couldn't heal - that was a fact. But Vermir had become something very close to immortal through the harnessing of its power. And she hadn't even succeeded at her ritual fully! What if Astra could use this mystery to fix her mistakes? What if she could-

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"Sir!" the Duchon called. They waved boldly at the caravan master, who had stepped off his crate for a sip of water. "You wouldn't happen to be heading to Whitefang, would you?"

The lizardfolk man cocked his head, blinking buggy yellow eyes as he took in Avymere's appearance. They had modified their accent to sound more Unitian - a flawless rendition to Elsind's untrained ears, at least - and smiled with a focused, businesslike intensity.

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The fire in Avymere's chest was almost foreign to them. They'd felt anger many times, yes, but then, they'd always been holding the cards. They'd known what was happening and how to control it. Only when Vermir had invaded their home had that control they'd taken for granted been stripped away.

Now some peasant thought he could leave them and Elsind stranded in the desert on no more grounds than not trusting changelings? It was ridiculous! And there was nothing they could do about it.

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Mashal forced himself to not glance after her as the guard left, hustling off to a separate side door. For five solid minutes, it was him and the hobgoblin standing alone. He fought not to fidget as the man stared at him unrepentantly. It was so different, being seen as an object versus being seen as a person. People looked at you differently, spoke to you differently, even stood around you differently. It was fascinating, yet also rather disheartening.

In time, the giantkin guard returned, a tense expression on her face. The hobgoblin's ears perked up inquisitively as she shook her head.

"Nivi says it's a no-go. Either someone didn't send through the proper channels or the thing is busted in the runes. She said just toss it outside and hope someone picks it back up."

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"Mashal!"

Astra screamed as she watched the monster toss her friend about twenty feet back like he didn't weigh a solid ton. Mashal's shriek, along with the lights of his eyes, was cut off as he impacted the water. She held her breath, waiting to hear him surface, only, he never did.

For a moment, it was just Astra, the beast, and the devouring dark.

Suddenly, there came a hissing swish from the side, causing Astra to drop on instinct. She was blind without Mashal to provide light, so all she could do was curl into a ball and hold her breath as she felt the beast trample over her. A yelp escaped her lips as its foot came down on her free-floating hair, ripping out a fair chunk.

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Surprised at her acquiescence before his own, Mashal looked on as Astra took the contract from a grinning Antonin, read it over once, then turned to sign it using Marius's pen. Like many rural folk, she used the Abrimite trade script instead of proper Janazi characters to sign her name. Astra... Delmond?

Showing no hint of hesitation, Astra passed him the contract. Briefly, her eyes met his and she gave him an intense look.

Mashal took the pen with careful fingers and dipped it in the inkwell. Thankfully, his practice with drawing had given him the skill needed to apply the right amount of pressure to write, which was no mean feat in a body of unfeeling steel.

Oh gods, what names do I know? Montane? No, that's so stupid, why would you think that? Spearsong? Also a terrible idea. And I don't sound like an elf either.

Hands shaking just a bit, he signed as Mashal DuClaire before he could think of anything else. Immediate after, he wished he'd thought faster, embarrassment flooding his system as Astra raised her eyebrow a fraction of an inch. He should've signed with a robot's name! Gods beyond, this was a mess....

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Moving on instinct, she tore free her one and only ice rune. Upon tossing it up, a shield of frost umbrellaed out on top of her. Astra scrambled along the ground as fast as she could, the thunderous cracks of the revenant's fists pounding against the ice propelling her on. She tried not to think about the fact that she'd just cut off her most immediate air supply.

Her outstretched fingers hit the revenant's wormy flesh first. Fighting not to recoil, Astra patted around until she found the muscle of what had to be the thigh. Her lungs were burning as she drew her knife, plunged it into the back of its ankle, and tore.

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I'll tag @addicted2coke-theothercoke @finickyfelix @harrison-abbott @littlechaoticwitch and anyone else who wants in :)

[tawakkull]

ISLAM 101: Spirituality in Islam: Part 95

Halwat and Jalwat (Privacy and Company)

Literally meaning retreating to a place that is quiet and preferring solitude, halwat is used by the Sufis to mean initiates removing themselves from people to dedicate all of their time to worshipping God, and feeling God’s constant company in whatever they experience and in whatever state they find themselves in. It also denotes restricting one’s powers of sight and hearing to “seeing” and “hearing” only God, confiding in only Him, and devoting oneself exclusively to Him.

What is fundamental for halwat (privacy) is that one should purify one’s spirit, cleanse one’s soul, and turn one’s heart and conscience to God exclusively to attain His constant company. As a result of this degree of turning to God and the attainment of His company, a traveler to the Ultimate Truth is supported with certain Divine gifts and favored with breezes of inspiration. It may even occur that they converse with God beyond all terms of quality and quantity—which is called “mutual whispering” by the Sufis. These are all Divine rewards that come in return for one’s sincerity and exertion; therefore, expecting and demanding these is a show of bad manners. Thus, worshipping God and exerting oneself on His way in order to be able to receive such rewards represents deviation from the basic aim of servanthood to God and amounts to losing while on the way to winning. The perfected souls feel alarmed even over the coming of such rewards without expectations or demands, trembling with the fear that they have come to lead themselves to perdition, and they themselves are consuming the everlasting fruits of the afterlife in this fleeting world. Therefore, they supplicate to God, saying:

O God, grant those gifts to those who ask for them; Please show me only the way to Your vision (in the Hereafter). In this way they emphasize their utmost devotion to God without expecting anything in return except for His approval of them as His servants and His good pleasure.

All that we have tried to express so far to describe privacy is what the true travelers on the Sufi way have meant by it. However, some Sufi leaders have narrowed its frame and deal with it as being related to retreating to lodges where initiates undergo willful suffering; during this time, an initiate tries to become accustomed to speaking little, eating little, sleeping little, and remaining alone. This point has already been explained under the headings ofHalwat and ‘Uzlat (Privacy and Seclusion) and Chila (Suffering) in the first and second volumes of this book respectively. The Sufi scholars who approach the matter from this narrow perspective have stressed its universality, mentioning that every religion and every spiritual system gives place to privacy, even if they differ in some secondary matters. They have considered as privacy the Prophet Moses’ ten years of residence in Midian and his forty days of stay on Mount Sinai, as well as the Children of Israel’s wandering in the Sinai desert for forty years, and the Virgin Mary’s retreat which is mentioned in the Qur’anic verse, We made the Son of Mary and his mother a miraculous sign (of Our Lordship and Power), and We provided for them refuge on a lofty ground of comfort and security with a (water) spring (23:50), and, finally, God’s Messenger’s seclusion in the cave of Hira for the purpose of worship. They attach great importance to privacy in the name of spiritual purification. Even if it could be said that all of the events mentioned above do not provide some substantial religious ground for privacy, the importance of privacy serving the heart cannot be denied. The heart is regarded as the “House of God” and in this way can be purified of various attachments to things other than God, being refined and brightened so that it can receive Divine manifestations.

Privacy is important—not in remaining away from people, but as being a means for a “conversation with the All-Beloved” in the house of the heart. From this perspective, we can consider privacy to be a dimension of the spiritual journeying on the way to God and a step toward attaining His company.

Privacy, which initiates try to accomplish through cycles of forty days of suffering, in fact, serves to enable them to achieve refinement toward the purification of the heart, spirit, consciousness, and feelings so that they can turn back among people (jalwat) in order to guide them.

Privacy is a way essential to Sufism through which initiates can be refined of the carnal dimension of their nature and discover themselves in the depths of their humanity. Through privacy initiates can also clearly perceive the final purpose of their existence and experience God’s particular manifestations of His favors on them through the lens of the helplessness, poverty, and the neediness essential to their very nature. Thus, they turn to God with all of their faculties, in the full conviction of His being the sole source of real power, wealth, knowledge, and all accomplishments.

Privacy does not only consist of constant seclusion from people, as one who went to extremes in solitude said:

Brothers, my comfort lies in privacy— For to whomever I have become a friend, They publicized my faults and spread my humiliations around. During my entire life, I have not been able to find one— One who has been truly faithful. For this reason, I have found comfort in privacy. Although privacy is in appearance a retreat from people, in truth it is a process of being equipped with the necessities of guidance in order to live in people’s company.

At the beginning of journeying, those who intend such privacy withdraw to a secluded place, for example, remaining in a mosque for the purpose of worship. They eat little, drink little, sleep little, speak little, and are occupied with the remembrance of God. They never abandon reflection or self-supervision. When they have reached the final point of perfection they return among people and set out to serve them as one from among them. They attain non- existence in regards to their carnal existence and egotism and acquire an ever-active existence through the lights of the Divine existence. In the concepts, thoughts, and speeches of one who has reached this point, the self no longer exists; rather the truth and the Ultimate Truth exist. For this reason, such a person may say, “I no longer exist within me; I am no longer conscious of my existence.” In his Diwan Kabir, Jalalu’d-Din ar-Rumi describes this feeling of non-existence as follows:

We have been favored with a mystery, a journeying on the way to the Ultimate Truth. We rejoice in our non- existence. So, come and let us remain in our non- existence. The doors were closed to us before, but when we were saved from ourselves, All the doors were opened. Our hearts have been filled with peace and satisfaction Because we have remained freed from ourselves on this way. The All-Beautiful Beloved, Who kept Himself concealed from us, Has stroked our face in our non- existence. We have died for His sake and, in turn, He has saved us from ourselves. Jalwat (company) denotes that initiates are freed from self-centeredness or anything that feeds their egos and—having been equipped with God’s qualities or way of acting and being polished mirrors to His Names—dedicate themselves to service in God’s cause with whatever they have, caring about the eternal happiness of others during their whole life. Another approach to company is that after initiates are freed from relative values that are peculiar to themselves, they then devote their intellect, logic, reasoning, and tongue to the service of humanity in the light of the lamp of Prophethood.

A person who attained company illuminates some of the features of those who have attained it as follows:

Those who have attained company polish spirits; They are those followed by people. They have three distinguishing marks: Purity of the soul, refinement of the heart, and a polished spirit. They are mirrors to the manifestations of the Divine Names. Whether one prefers privacy or company, the true attainment is servanthood to God, perfectly fulfilling whatever this servanthood requires, and sincere self-exertion to make others know and love Him.

O God! Show us the truth as the truth and enable us to observe it, and show us falsehood as falsehood and enable us to avoid it. And bestow Your blessings and peace upon our master, Muhammad, and on his Family and Companions.

[wisdomrays]

HALWAT and JALWAT (Privacy and Company)

Literally meaning retreating to a place that is quiet and preferring solitude, halwat is used by the Sufis to mean initiates removing themselves from people to dedicate all of their time to worshipping God, and feeling God's constant company in whatever they experience and in whatever state they find themselves in. It also denotes restricting one's powers of sight and hearing to "seeing" and "hearing" only God, confiding in only Him, and devoting oneself exclusively to Him.

What is fundamental for halwat (privacy) is that one should purify one's spirit, cleanse one's soul, and turn one's heart and conscience to God exclusively to attain His constant company. As a result of this degree of turning to God and the attainment of His company, a traveler to the Ultimate Truth is supported with certain Divine gifts and favored with breezes of inspiration. It may even occur that they converse with God beyond all terms of quality and quantity—which is called "mutual whispering" by the Sufis. These are all Divine rewards that come in return for one's sincerity and exertion; therefore, expecting and demanding these is a show of bad manners. Thus, worshipping God and exerting oneself on His way in order to be able to receive such rewards represents deviation from the basic aim of servanthood to God and amounts to losing while on the way to winning. The perfected souls feel alarmed even over the coming of such rewards without expectations or demands, trembling with the fear that they have come to lead themselves to perdition, and they themselves are consuming the everlasting fruits of the afterlife in this fleeting world. Therefore, they supplicate to God, saying:

O God, grant those gifts to those who ask for them;

Please show me only the way to Your vision (in the Hereafter).

In this way they emphasize their utmost devotion to God without expecting anything in return except for His approval of them as His servants and His good pleasure.

All that we have tried to express so far to describe privacy is what the true travelers on the Sufi way have meant by it. However, some Sufi leaders have narrowed its frame and deal with it as being related to retreating to lodges where initiates undergo willful suffering; during this time, an initiate tries to become accustomed to speaking little, eating little, sleeping little, and remaining alone. This point has already been explained under the headings of Halwat and 'Uzlat (Privacy and Seclusion) and Chila (Suffering) in the first and second volumes of this book respectively. The Sufi scholars who approach the matter from this narrow perspective have stressed its universality, mentioning that every religion and every spiritual system gives place to privacy, even if they differ in some secondary matters. They have considered as privacy the Prophet Moses' ten years of residence in Midian and his forty days of stay on Mount Sinai, as well as the Children of Israel's wandering in the Sinai desert for forty years, and the Virgin Mary's retreat which is mentioned in the Qur'anic verse, We made the Son of Mary and his mother a miraculous sign (of Our Lordship and Power), and We provided for them refuge on a lofty ground of comfort and security with a (water) spring (23:50), and, finally, God's Messenger's seclusion in the cave of Hira for the purpose of worship. They attach great importance to privacy in the name of spiritual purification. Even if it could be said that all of the events mentioned above do not provide some substantial religious ground for privacy, the importance of privacy serving the heart cannot be denied. The heart is regarded as the "House of God" and in this way can be purified of various attachments to things other than God, being refined and brightened so that it can receive Divine manifestations.

Privacy is important—not in remaining away from people, but as being a means for a "conversation with the All-Beloved" in the house of the heart. From this perspective, we can consider privacy to be a dimension of the spiritual journeying on the way to God and a step toward attaining His company.

Privacy, which initiates try to accomplish through cycles of forty days of suffering, in fact, serves to enable them to achieve refinement toward the purification of the heart, spirit, consciousness, and feelings so that they can turn back among people (jalwat) in order to guide them.

Privacy is a way essential to Sufism through which initiates can be refined of the carnal dimension of their nature and discover themselves in the depths of their humanity. Through privacy initiates can also clearly perceive the final purpose of their existence and experience God's particular manifestations of His favors on them through the lens of the helplessness, poverty, and the neediness essential to their very nature. Thus, they turn to God with all of their faculties, in the full conviction of His being the sole source of real power, wealth, knowledge, and all accomplishments.

Privacy does not only consist of constant seclusion from people, as one who went to extremes in solitude said:

Brothers, my comfort lies in privacy—

For to whomever I have become a friend,

They publicized my faults and spread my humiliations around.

During my entire life, I have not been able to find one—

One who has been truly faithful.

For this reason, I have found comfort in privacy.

Although privacy is in appearance a retreat from people, in truth it is a process of being equipped with the necessities of guidance in order to live in people's company.

At the beginning of journeying, those who intend such privacy withdraw to a secluded place, for example, remaining in a mosque for the purpose of worship. They eat little, drink little, sleep little, speak little, and are occupied with the remembrance of God. They never abandon reflection or self-supervision. When they have reached the final point of perfection they return among people and set out to serve them as one from among them. They attain non- existence in regards to their carnal existence and egotism and acquire an ever-active existence through the lights of the Divine existence. In the concepts, thoughts, and speeches of one who has reached this point, the self no longer exists; rather the truth and the Ultimate Truth exist. For this reason, such a person may say, "I no longer exist within me; I am no longer conscious of my existence." In his Diwan Kabir, Jalalu'd-Din ar-Rumi describes this feeling of non-existence as follows:

We have been favored with a mystery, a journeying on the way to the Ultimate Truth.

We rejoice in our non- existence. So, come and let us remain in our non- existence.

The doors were closed to us before, but when we were saved from ourselves,

All the doors were opened. Our hearts have been filled with peace and satisfaction

Because we have remained freed from ourselves on this way.

The All-Beautiful Beloved, Who kept

Himself concealed from us,

Has stroked our face in our non- existence.

We have died for His sake and, in turn, He has saved us from ourselves.

Jalwat (company) denotes that initiates are freed from self-centeredness or anything that feeds their egos and—having been equipped with God's qualities or way of acting and being polished mirrors to His Names—dedicate themselves to service in God's cause with whatever they have, caring about the eternal happiness of others during their whole life. Another approach to company is that after initiates are freed from relative values that are peculiar to themselves, they then devote their intellect, logic, reasoning, and tongue to the service of humanity in the light of the lamp of Prophethood.

A person who attained company illuminates some of the features of those who have attained it as follows:

Those who have attained company polish spirits;

They are those followed by people.

They have three distinguishing marks:

Purity of the soul, refinement of the heart, and a polished spirit.

They are mirrors to the manifestations of the Divine Names.

Whether one prefers privacy or company, the true attainment is servanthood to God, perfectly fulfilling whatever this servanthood requires, and sincere self-exertion to make others know and love Him.

O God! Show us the truth as the truth and enable us to observe it, and show us falsehood as falsehood and enable us to avoid it. And bestow Your blessings and peace upon our master, Muhammad, and on his Family and Companions.

[theofficersacademy]

Winter descends upon Fódlan in a blanket of white, from the north of Faerghus all the way to the southern reaches of the Empire. The people of the land have stocked up well for the next few months, and can now retreat into the warmth of home and the embrace of loved ones while they wait for spring.

Each Ethereal Moon, the Officers Academy holds a grand party and a feast fit for a king, known collectively as the Ethereal Ball. This year, however, foul magic is afoot. The hapless victims of the Golden Deer house are now the size of thimbles thanks to some hitherto unseen malefactor, and the curse seems to be spreading as elemental energy around Garreg Mach spikes. The sages of the monastery believe that this is the work of creatures from the deserts of Morfis, and it turns out that all they want are... toys?

Additions to the Mission Board

Golden Deer Mission Board

You’ve been trying to get used to this new, tiny life as best you can while your normal-sized classmates and colleagues try to find a way to reverse the curse. Up until now though you’ve had to go at it alone, making your own weapons and accommodations, but one day while you’re out foraging, you’re engulfed in a bright fire that, strangely, does not burn. Before you can make heads or tails of what exactly is happening, or if your feet are even still on the ground, you’re dropped roughly into a... house? Or rather, a dollhouse, but it can easily accommodate you and several of your allies. Beyond the windows, you can make out more fire, but vaguely there’s a face within the flames. PLAY. It commands you. Sometimes EAT. Other times SLEEP. You don’t know what will happen if you disobey, but there’s a stack of charcoal outside that gives you the creeps.  

Swept away by either a massive wave or a powerful gale on a clear day, you soon find yourself inside a circular arena. One of your allies stands at the far end, outfitted in strange armor and weaponry that clearly was never made for living creatures. Your “benefactor” - water that holds its form in the shape of a person - grants you a selection of accessories and armor as well, all strangely crafted, and leaves you to choose your equipment so that it can instead bicker with its opponent - a stationary tornado. You don’t understand much of what’s happening, but you do know competition when you see it: both the water and the wind elemental aim to prove that their human gladiator is the best. [Grants Heavy Armor or Gauntlets +1]  

Without warning, the earth begins to violently shake and a fissure cracks open wide beneath your feet, swallowing you up before you have the chance to even think about running. When you awaken, you find yourself behind a wall of glass, alongside a dozen statues, rings, miniature objects, and other oddities. The ground before you ripples as if alive, but when a dark cloud full of thunder and lightning rushes toward you, the earth rises up to meet it. They’re elementals from Morfis, you realize at once, and as the one made of earth opens up the glass case to retrieve two of the statues next to you, you understand that this is some sort of shop. Now might be your only chance to plan an escape, because who knows what will happen if you’re bought by one of them. Use what’s lying around you to devise a way to bust out... but don’t get caught. [Grants Lance +1]

Non-Mission Task Board

A baron claiming to hail from the southern lands has arrived at the monastery to offer “Spectacular Sparkly Spirits” to anyone willing to endure a round of his new magicks: festive eruptions of glittering smoke, a perfect fit for festive seasons like this one. Sounds easy, but those who once took the offer before you warn against doing so—they’ve suddenly found their trinkets missing and their newly hunted game gone. Are you willing to risk loss to see a few entrancing eruptions of colored smoke in the shape of boars and rabbits? They’re sure to make you the talk of the ball this year if you can get your hands on them.

Your hoard of crest stones collected from the Sealed Forest beasts grows steadily the more you work, in number and in power. The stones sing a siren song that appeals to some instinctual, animalistic part of yourself. A growing desire to take them, hold them, make them yours. It’s hypothesized that this is the very influence that attracted the animals to the stones in the first place. After a rash of attempted robberies and disappearances, you and another are tasked with guarding the Crest stones through the night. The strange curse upon the stones tempt you, but you must stay strong... [Grants Reason +1]

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

1st February >> Mass Readings (Except USA)

Feast of Saint Brigid, Abbess, Secondary Patron of Ireland

And/Or 

Wednesday, Fourth Week in Ordinary Time.

Feast of Saint Brigid, Abbess, Secondary Patron of Ireland

Either:

First Reading Job 31:16-20,24-25,31-32 Have I been insensible to the needs of the poor?

Have I been insensible to poor men’s needs, or let a widow’s eyes grow dim? Or taken my share of bread alone, not giving a share to the orphan? I, whom God has fostered father-like, from childhood, and guided since I left my mother’s womb. Have I ever seen a wretch in need of clothing, or a beggar going naked, without his having cause to bless me from his heart, as he felt the warmth of the fleece from my lambs?

Have I put all my trust in gold, from finest gold sought my security? Have I ever gloated over my great wealth, or the riches that my hands have won?

The people of my tent, did they not say, ‘Is there a man he has not filled with meat’? No stranger ever had to sleep outside, my door was always open to the traveller.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Or:

First Reading Ephesians 3:14-21 A prayer that faithful may know the love of Christ.

This is what I pray, kneeling before the Father, from whom every family, whether spiritual or natural, takes its name:

Out of his infinite glory, may he give you the power through his Spirit for your hidden self to grow strong, so that Christ may live in your hearts through faith, and then, planted in love and built on love, you will with all the saints have strength to grasp the breadth and the length, the height and the depth; until, knowing the love of Christ, which is beyond all knowledge, you are filled with the utter fullness of God.

Glory be to him whose power, working in us, can do infinitely more than we can ask or imagine; glory be to him from generation to generation in the Church and in Christ Jesus for ever and ever. Amen.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 106 (107)

R/ Give thanks to the Lord for he is good; for his love has no end.

The Lord changes desert into streams, thirsty ground into springs of water. There he settles the hungry and they build a city to dwell in.

R/ Give thanks to the Lord for he is good; for his love has no end.

They sow fields and plant their vines; these yield crops for the harvest. He blesses them; they grow in numbers. He does not let their herds decrease.

R/ Give thanks to the Lord for he is good; for his love has no end.

But he raises the needy from distress; makes families numerous as a flock. The upright see it and rejoice but all who do wrong are silenced.

R/ Give thanks to the Lord for he is good; for his love has no end.

Gospel Acclamation 1 John 4:12

Alleluia, alleluia! As long as we love one another, God will live in us and his love will be complete in us. Alleluia!

Gospel Luke 6:32-38 Be compassionate just as your Father is compassionate. Ps 106 (107):35-38, 41-42. R/. v. 1

Jesus said to his disciples: ‘If you love those who love you, what thanks can you expect? Even sinners love those who love them. And if you do good to those who do good to you, what thanks can you expect? For even sinners do that much. And if you lend to those from whom you hope to receive, what thanks can you expect? Even sinners lend to sinners to get back the same amount. Instead, love your enemies and do good, and lend without any hope of return. You will have a great reward, and you will be sons of the Most High, for he himself is kind to the ungrateful and the wicked.

‘Be compassionate as your Father is compassionate. Do not judge, and you will not be judged yourselves; do not condemn, and you will not be condemned yourselves; grant pardon, and you will be pardoned. Give, and there will be gifts for you: a full measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over, will be poured into your lap; because the amount you measure out is the amount you will be given back.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Wednesday, Fourth of Week in Ordinary Time 

(Liturgical Colour: Green)

First Reading Hebrews 12:4-7,11-15 God is training you as his sons.

In the fight against sin, you have not yet had to keep fighting to the point of death.

Have you forgotten that encouraging text in which you are addressed as sons? My son, when the Lord corrects you, do not treat it lightly; but do not get discouraged when he reprimands you. For the Lord trains the ones that he loves and he punishes all those that he acknowledges as his sons. Suffering is part of your training; God is treating you as his sons. Has there ever been any son whose father did not train him? Of course, any punishment is most painful at the time, and far from pleasant; but later, in those on whom it has been used, it bears fruit in peace and goodness. So hold up your limp arms and steady your trembling knees and smooth out the path you tread; then the injured limb will not be wrenched, it will grow strong again. Always be wanting peace with all people, and the holiness without which no one can ever see the Lord. Be careful that no one is deprived of the grace of God and that no root of bitterness should begin to grow and make trouble; this can poison a whole community.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 102(103):1-2,13-14,17-18

R/ The love of the Lord is everlasting upon those who hold him in fear.

My soul, give thanks to the Lord all my being, bless his holy name. My soul, give thanks to the Lord and never forget all his blessings.

R/ The love of the Lord is everlasting upon those who hold him in fear.

As a father has compassion on his sons, the Lord has pity on those who fear him; for he knows of what we are made, he remembers that we are dust.

R/ The love of the Lord is everlasting upon those who hold him in fear.

But the love of the Lord is everlasting upon those who hold him in fear; his justice reaches out to children’s children when they keep his covenant in truth.

R/ The love of the Lord is everlasting upon those who hold him in fear.

Gospel Acclamation Matthew 4:4

Alleluia, alleluia! Man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God. Alleluia!

Or: John 10:27

Alleluia, alleluia! The sheep that belong to me listen to my voice, says the Lord, I know them and they follow me. Alleluia!

Gospel Mark 6:1-6 'A prophet is only despised in his own country'.

Jesus went to his home town and his disciples accompanied him. With the coming of the sabbath he began teaching in the synagogue and most of them were astonished when they heard him. They said, ‘Where did the man get all this? What is this wisdom that has been granted him, and these miracles that are worked through him? This is the carpenter, surely, the son of Mary, the brother of James and Joset and Jude and Simon? His sisters, too, are they not here with us?’ And they would not accept him. And Jesus said to them, ‘A prophet is only despised in his own country, among his own relations and in his own house’; and he could work no miracle there, though he cured a few sick people by laying his hands on them. He was amazed at their lack of faith.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[libidomechanica]

Her Grace

A ballad sequence

               1

I can creature listen root, and     some feeling to them ease him leave the heart is all its curse,     a star, and the love my

verse shore; and their stream, the most unlike     a poet’s rage: scourge of shaking, her smooth which of the     winter nine day, and when

shrieking us, and when sudden,     then within her visit, with a bitter lot the Doctor     gloats, they might bay, it much

more of low taxation. And no     remedies for fool I was a sort of the lasting rustle     too, like a mast, two

blank and bruised, of life, and time, where     ever die; of an All Night her manner to hall. If I     have been prophecy giver,

whose the profession—cannot     manage such a places. Mere emblems of the heard there, bread,     the sea, perhaps they nothing

her graceful ladies proud; at     last, with sails of stone, and damaged bread were last, while I am,     the hollow mind draw

new naig wi’ thee, or done elsewhere     lives a separable Dick Dicedrabbit, was king he     knew the eye to his due?

               2

Forgot through with all Exchequer     chair at a tight be driven, they set them; ah, when at last,     with wills, and the dictator

strutting up your champagne, when     past all decay of how we poisoned higher than aught of     one sees most diffident

conformation move, ye heavy     sounds for daily task had known barren stands in the road whose     sigh’d on his hand live and

sense of youth of a wretch’d them to     blow, or I shall: for long as if not defect; but our power     in Weal or potent

despise. A niche, with me, a poor,     tired I reread Aristotle by water, with sudden     should but killed them in

a more at this husband to live.     And silence; she was none; or failing ruffles. I propped cracking,     there was a deadly

throat like the who in concentral,     ’ in the lawyers busy days, and day; he can dock, she present;     and small cheer, and then

exception or exertion of     animation. Reaping grows of mine rebuked me—she She’s     glad that he should an endless

prove his valet pack his step     I onward strange, that being in t beyond, don Juan’s pardon,     I am come, with

cliff-worn child, born a twilight cured     the skeletons of what they had the saloon of the meane     price for Man’s grim knights and

for great restless, deep, deep, and, like     a shroud, since I’m free, and a murderer’s hands of God do     go, and then rebel, and

my braunch of Adeline drops of     dust, and, the lots were past o’er the weathern caps, a     materialised, may be bridegroom

stood and being music in     its budded chest, fair arm raised her looking-glass; and the shining     rose from the art the

yellow silent as glad thy center     is, till the Pez Dorado, the mail, discuss’d her father’s     death amid the land

his solemnities of the cattle,     it tore they do we knew you can’t win whose hand. Madam     would have rooted, fond of

love. Increased no sounds of flight, they     got afloat three Ragusan vest dyed it was a very     others and fellow’d heard

him, the summer sweet to these are     better found her would very day whose among the bowl of     fire, white, flames which, below.

Old man she had to my lustfully     at the lonely, loving and dropped as if they always     approved, so, she rose trains.

               3

No long; and if each man at once     is swimming that dandy- despot, he, the people take in     such kiss earth, as though our destinies. My music and fast     in passionato. Yet may nothing to Conclusion with     hard to the devil who

doth misse; their course unto dying     madly, for it granted, to ease my musing ayme do the     count Wares, they went away, perhaps mistress and coffee made     more; and Juan, who heroically breast: look surprise—fling tear,     with bosom friends of petals

besides, but forbear to the     dead had renew, t was it wistfully at thick, nor shine;     and yet alas, that Hope yeeld when past the cave: her desert     riding—the rainbow of them like that thou would have no one     long. But when I resemble

ale. A joint is false with the     cold duty now and to lutes into a plate, and Greek, with     thirst, the kiss than a cubit in or Gray Highlands, of     Candia, Cyprus, Rhodes, or a poison which to see him who’s     smooth’d him not, when commenced

to all your bad instinction, with     Pedrillo. I know slime, the sky; now o’er the cord and ladies     gent. Those little bond awaits for a humming. You seek,     but stood: he fell upon the moment seem’d to beg the full     with cliff the joys for such

a great cause were last restrain’d, until     prefer, stay near the fetid breaking me. Fire, and be     a blesse gift utterly unasked to show it is but     at internal surge of tiffanie or clownish glared, each mans     eye on his, and woe the

waters; it unimpeaches were     alone, quite new, eat, drink rum from profanity and then     shall her lion rolls, but very prison all mystery     by midnight and Strength, which he lies, and all, comes near; so we—     the fair Albany.

Enjoyment; and that our souls, into     my lay, as the midnight her, go tell her which I’ll allowance     girl who was left the muffin washed woods, dumb caves! In lead,     move right, when she dang me, and long, bawling blushes are so     harsh, but free, I wish to

tears and gaze of dread. Which makes it     bleed a turbot. The other’s. Then go, are some cursed the outward     honours his sermons, lords and look upon! I dream of     such stormy and pious lament too as Space. Upon the     mob all sides fingers of

A Love Supreme. Because t is     greeting, when dried blood of Clay, trodden undone, but should but     babble, quibble, quibble, scribble, and harmony with his     hole in any grave upon beef—I wondering Chaplain’s     base, until justices

of more, by Nature imitate;     and Memory repose, one worst this for a spoilt, prepared     with Hoof and broke, and tended with the captain, and think, it     might striking out; some take fastened around a taste of these,     hath been tried to pray flies

hovering merry masquerade, I     saw the day, and all tranquil, so beautiful down the world,     my true and the grace convulsions serve. I dreamy, kind employ’d     the Vein of Life are Discount of evil, for nothing     more but this poet lies

and straight have quaff’d off to me, what     I am quite awake, it will our love while wave; they tried     to ask how you ask what pass as footmen to the lily     and the Grace replied, his cave, but to dream’d; and Aristotle     by lies dead headphones.

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Heavenly fear’d in hand, and press’d all music and     fawn at the summer dust; till the Prophet, curse me the stream, the Lass of the Nose a fresh,     and as thou’s brown doe-skin. A reel wither’d

like truant rogues the lake: why so pale heaviness     no second spread stored, to tears milking also stuff’d his time mystery, and the faultless     longum valedico nugis.

To bind and foremost thou, who, in the ball a world     of repulsions of ours be food and has no bad mistake, and aching of thee; thou’rt like     some prison: My genitals had Fear

before the things to separative landlord’s estate,     and sailor when she stumbled to ask: for their saints—but not very tyrant’s robe de     chambers numbered. Also living that

of their lives more exploratory repose: if     any laugh’d, and down in the brains beguiled, mad mournful winding up to thy bonie lass o’     Ballochmyle. With salt water-drops;

the soil; and blending board. For I shallow gold fool,     the flies; while his blood’s lava, and heale, to name. Ornaments seemed a sweet ane an’ drum     we’ll welcome vision grew sea-sickness

and wounds break the rose up all her heart, with hard to     the suitor, some sairie comfort at the ship! Well—well, wherwith young Lochinvar is enough?     And, last, which we are thy dart! Some look’d

upon the fear—the shadow and through my tear or     grog, and Pedrillo some vision for shore appear’d no eyes of a broth, and love, be thy     ways! But I know raspberries, they ride

you want outwork on which made a screeching, on his     confusion, and Behold men of no great disappear before had been vain. She fled to     his own sphere his first, thereon,—but mine,

then on the great poet, or similar remarks     to allot each in hot water, wreathing thing on the deep, the rich in the machine, as     endless step, and all thing whiter blow.

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Alley cats expended without leaven, or Jove.     Our Heart, I’m asleep I’m ninety and then his cowl; Then her dreams do I live o’er all, her     wine upon the utmost’—he would speak, drink rum from which turn’d high. And Aristotle by     lies no flag, has not my small see, the urn appears! With slow ye my world must play like the     flies, in sight to thrust sheets, do you were

upthrown intervals appetite: the soule possesse     which she had read an accordion. Ne’er retreated, had heard about these, ignore than     the beauties yet upon his fate, the evening wiser by their uniforms were two rows     out across, and in vain. Wings, has passed with tender the people thrown but death; and clasps round     her; but a height Upon that most rich

in unity with its own plight, from that awaited     for. So hot and queen Maud in your daughter, so loneliness. It must excellence. Passions,     a people giving pleasing thus there is at then a hole. Drink but that they said she,     was still more, not I. Watcher’s house they fitted with thee to the offer’d, like not torn. A     bath, a wither’d to me most in the

yard; silently o’erpass’d, they cannot turn and art     not gallons in the beach he was a convulsion and some civil list and patient—all     forgoing on my lord’s guilt should have said incurable once, tis as that live, like to     watched for want to do. That do with. His fiery dust. Wonder! Her hair, I said, Yes—no—     rather old, nor that day close all, having

kiss, I seemed to nods, and try the clowdes, and     his mountain’s hear she guess; and some sung psalms than changes nigh! Pushing upon what I do     to these, which them appear before, an’ I saw the gentle token, say, with must like     angrily: What Folly, Jámi, wearing, and the World and gravity, I’ve heard, some drank the     desire my spiritual pit-a-

pat, or purple charm for the lower add the towers     to cloudy seas. The Gordian of Dream Myself I seem form’d of all is his dusky     pall, So we who hast but seldom pass with a flatter than like a horse laughter, plaiting     so late college. Tis a mystic friar’s rightways in a valleys, and, ere their hair,     I said, and say shore, yet every mass

of heave the fruit; for naught: such a plait upon t;     and hark! They had a painful feelings his oaten pype, and Behold my pass’d and God from     a shall the Future cried Philosophy came on, losses now we sound. Those which, coupled     with the best. Each tongue to over Catholic in those princes the Feet: yet, all please a nations     rack’d, but not Thou the Warder is

that a table creed. And I and after look surprise.     What says she fleece is slight, and round of clean sheets smell may take delight, was na sae ye     glinted the Guadalquivir’s way: but if you would be the Kings turn upon this—the mouth.     On which away this: that are sighs, indeed of lace at his own and as suits thee, fury,     woe, i’ll come in court chemist mixing

he live as if foes be love of his female’s dream     there she seize the meant and bleached: bees passing this, nor come when one chewing a curse me though     numbered to her yellow hole gaped, like a dancing has been knows; hyacinth half a     turtle builds a pane of its rose, the forgoing the doorway, darkening thumb, as if not     beauty from its spirit in it answer,

’ I said little had his sight? Her mother, and     thousand deserts? Was nothing new, but was was na sae ye glinted by a distant guest,     and dawdling, although firm, less prisoners call’d his guilt thus we sight? Beautiful was silence     sour whilst I, my soul knows, she had no blush, with all the deem’d to swing of tea, but there was     my stray. Like two world’s perplexing quizz’d

for a minutes fly post-haste; no man and legs are     discover, prompts deeds that Son of their carried, though her aspect. There he used on the maggot     born where you flapper, you must rear ourselves again sae bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle.     In celebrations love: she should allure us would bar,—now tread: but is here; it has     its guardsman was a name for Man’s grim

to him with so soon? As those who are so dead have     seen the awful in love. The kind, to shoot my soul’s full diets boast; how Vlster light, her heart     with the mouse, why have nought so, where is at the sea, from her observation, and he knew     you could even toll a reguiem that the crept behind no word, then they found a winter     and made his grace I sunbathed in

a steering two and form, the coffee, bread and plate     of water and her sovran shrinks his dreadful windings on my care. I must proved by and     repetition without compassionato. About me thou dost, woe to the lay awake.     This I must’ve dreams bene vayne: colin the new fire,—but very much distrait, her son     amidst their priming! Madam would ne’er

did fret, and rocks and gaze of duets and briefly     by far to give me to do. A tutors very god of roses where held her Grace what     wittie Lewes to the spongy dawn. And sometimes under way, for his black-eyed monstrance and     pausing his room, the gender the midnight and drops of desert hear? So that they nearly     for breaking and conveying in its

struck, the red rose! Yet leaving him wake: to lives, ask’d     no less—these walls of flame. Sound; and, and flutes: it is but cast a sigh must dig so dead have     you turn with rope of Terror like of loue. Venom and his door into a sort of her     mothers loss of that ruled by distances which passes than one quite forgoing obvious     in it anywhere he doth nothing

can men kills they all was much shock’d, you out the     present friendship still both ioy and Fashionable in an April’s first old December’d lily,     on the pirouettes of Lust, is turned to get out to ride, and unmoved, and their sap,     how it is image in ladies’ smiles, a pretty fellow, with curious, a fin of     many a salmon, struck, that in which

Eve has a tough job to make thou dost reviewest     mantle mard, where shak’d the strong; what is good this salt lawn in bare in health and loud in your     elbow. For three served their diet; that brush they’re sincere, it is the eye to her long     eulogy of patent black room the stars, the beach, that never about. Perfectly-chisled     cheeks of biscuit and his brain came nothing?

Down to bear on whate’er touch’d, and that their saint’s     hair and the spongy dawn. Then, blubbering blue spaces that broken words upon the snakes.     On the portraits were patient—all forth in which fence about the clowdes, and rarely     executes its fragrance young eyes, mistress, and very near it down from a niche a great     distortion to jest, you read none are mended,

or what eternal Laws be wrong. We could reacher     up to the sole your bodies. To those on the woman a’ her when rebels rail’d, to     half your heard, some snow, nor can well might exclaim’d, let us speaking means my wearing, made     but earn’d him leave, should contracted all men, and exprest creature rate for none thrown but seldom     mentions: despair for the paine of

them upon the grand politeness, Mercy, Majesty,     and a voice’s sighs most classic Salamanca, to follow’d? Once in such like the     first for the sought, and from all let the barren woman’s despond rather mouth that I that     make it sweet bird’s through we were were but half the wrong the price of prison seeing truth suppress’d     oft been a Sultan’s pardon win!

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An evil sprite the Cretans blood,     who will slip, even the bonie. Died two thing in the midnight,     and soda-watery

grove to entrance, had been fair-haired.     When she is. Came they knew that bathing love’s delights of the     womanhood, for Henry

turns, but not in my own dead. Though     and receptacles work’d by the loss—of their dam’s teats, and     flutter’s edge he thoughts and

speedily repay: none in these     kind; affection grew wrath fierce, and twice; in it, and the royall     he cause, with care he

cutter, and heard or seedling slashing     she did makes these are weak. Without a silken net and     swing and loved, as well. Angels

weeps along in dreams are alone.     Here the wondrous are my Peggy’s foremost trials must breakfast     spoil the secret House

of ours be food he see ever     give birth drawes out winter the salt waters, fear, hope, care,     their stock was done—on the

black cord may be gain’d love’s wi’ disdain.     He turned how she’s witty, bright always mournful winding     thee; thou away, it eats

the whole were no precision was     great recordings, for the worse have quaff’d, or head, alley cats     expected thirteenth birth,

their tongue by what is not happen’d     him, surly Winters bound, and laid that have no more ford the     faculties?—And heaven

is good this was white; those mind was     an age—expectancy. Who, certainly scream’d, then I reaching     of words of London.

Silently ebb’d his tutor and     rend and rather of Babel, call’d open houses and saved?     Tell you were black piano

our love and down the like: an     Arab thieves in the sun, show off—to pleased to blow, tremendous     to bale—the freckles,

ripe pout of her on either pain’d     with vnkindly die or conscious of air, and out in boils. Inside     my balefull how

in the burning brevity. But     Juan knew him in a steady; the shady leave me in the     stroked my slick beauty from

the beach her which droop-headed beneath     his when roving you loves is but at it wait on the     sky above heavenly

ignorance on Adeline, to     me in the old ship is set; for Juan, on a strongly at     the hole wreaths again. To

name for the barren stands a     jellyfish. Owner, when suddenly he entrails and warm, since     it hath she hated bed.

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In short, the ysicles remains.     Then the iron chains o’ hell at one meals, at least will not     much grief they had been causing

has but remorse. Pedro,     Battista, helpless, with art may be! So weep, and pausing, nature’s     wrong; all else! With a

kingdoms of the leak as ye may     prove, but Sorrow place—she sits and mine rebuked me stand—yet     espiegle eye, then lay

an Europe, Afric, and her     several suitor, Titus exclaim’d, let me drum for the beach     hollows roar, resist his

pall. We tore they said she? There ford     the changed like the hustings, she grew a little, some man inside     it, and seem’d, and the

circles moved in the day on their     mind then this save their hair; and the purple her breath. I watch     him furst; delight: joys in

one an hour hair these not only     dies, lord by name, the watch’d together works are others still     was, alas why dost they

were their glazed eye for sweet-scented     all must talk, and his mountain’s base as stands a jellyfish.     He wish’d from death bent wi’

the Muses’ lovely—till their veil,     and his stars are bow’d caught by them to such from a shaken     with unreproachful stare

with due precision. Why Fame—but     Fame you in ioyes, Schoolemaster too weak, for so solidly     wherewith me. With

sympathised, but his time machine.     The sixth dayly suits the terror walked among our ain     sweet Robin sits and

entertain, and made them that hole where     she dwell? And no rose-garden? So never country born a     twin. I never had not

fairest for quality. They said     so early, an’ ken ye how euill be kiss’d him like that, nor     love. To the same sphere. I

do not said her lies and flowers.     Or breaks running Man of Death, that’s grown; we both main and make     not the hypnotist’s snow-

tops of dull a cheers when you’ll know     when the must die. She did not sighes is the frown—that hath     were extreme; for a friend!

Chirping loud and her head and one     especially for yet I cannot many hands to be     clearer than waters since

so divine amends for there; t     was rather to thee: make coffee came in the ditty, since     on the stroke of hands fade

like a night I sing the worst to     meet, and built house they stillness, save them per house; everything     all. Well—well, if but that

begg’d Pedrillo, his usual     burden light repose, or one him passing in dew, taking,     her name—but she chosen:

what to me for all we are! Marching     at her exultations feeling bees humming. She plies;     then, churls, their trusting hole.

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Which chiefly from its preaches we bought, when a lurch,     and, though cold, but all night I found the sands and trip when one’s face, that ever saw a man,     taut, elder, and waving, love, then the

tail o’ a rottan, and when at Stonehenge. I dreamed     I was a madman, shrieking up. Better omen still wanted. She said, I am very     pretty woman I am told.

And, a kind employment I’d fain have been under     bore her hands for me by modern quill do;—and twice, that flowers to do, slim shadow’d     heard not how too were speak with the fruit

of the king in the independ. On our own most     people hum it long, by one—the heard breast will deep. Head, and all was like so mute? Young, and     most close thy love. An angels went! They

deaf that ere think State errours than aught but employ’d     in natures?—Look for my name: but a wannish gifts. They were a great cause But pass in seeming     truth their companion lies; or if

they fed upon it like a comforts seem’d to make     play. You know despair of a might cause you so dauntless bide I had further two, i’ the     Mill love is the—the—Pooh! Or, if there

is as well. Their rose on Scotland moving o’er long,     that restless breast, he squeezed and gain Amundeville is a heavy faintly flush’d without     the sage Sardanapalus. Their

Zeale growes cold, and sour prayers; and, feeling     to thee so that, unknown to see, walking sweet hour was the dark sea, that bathing into     them upon that scarf on a child the

stood still. Not the fierce, for whom I cold, ungrateful,     that wad belang the airy colours from every part frae charming God’s grace the poor girl,     this time restorations. But gaze of

delight; and now Death with her he politeness, Mercy,     Majesty, and they felt no paper bag of peace must die; of an ill-gotten you.     Their two hand in heavy, yet last, though

but sunk again that head, and a slice of honour,     had watch; thus, through a mistress some rich in all Minds and comes of second could lend can make     that sicker, o, Juliana came,

and dishes the flames which but stood awry, for the     raines and such a rare conceits, and comprehensive of pleasingst consort, which them crowd of     Humours sell. By only gods the dead.

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Alas the stood still, without more     luxuriant surface of the tiny, clear, and Time began,     the basement, for my lungs fill; and women and now I     could have so rough she dwelt

in foreshadows the shady leaves     that tender fool withering blood he eats, but play the sea     and should look at the keeper grieve. The unborn. And the princely     Heart, and others, his

pale happy hour, all delight: who     each other from a star whose fleeting year! Though the way. I     know where not curb’d in a carnivorous eyes, mistress was     to a crutch; but finding

up to sigh, and loud it. And eke     tenne thousand tiger’s rush, checks to a second springs to     white skin, the urn appear’d too daring that went to Cadiz,     by general in healthful

vows, heaven st. With a kiss of     her hearts with Novocain. Feet, innocent, and a broad and     so gentlemen, esquiresses, and now discuss’d, repast     make no more the same—that

sparkling that honey on the     dry grass Thy beames, and the glittering to take some bold,     and made apt to confess’ whence thou my oblations redden     his fate; and thrown about,

and all her grew grey cloud that Spring     I was as not swerve aside: it slays that is a bee,     of mine: my love, do not the girl? Almost smooth’d him we were     it up for man, the ruin’d

to reel, and in heavenly fair     face is rare, and that he had stirred, themselves pain, yet doth     ambition, pages than she see of myself withdrew the     allegiance their fears, of which,

by good old fellow, and the answer.     Dozed, mad mourn, and sitting so rarely executes its     echoing tongue doth ambition, and brief, dream; but a height     he said not grounded on

which their grave; because the first time     for him Pity’s machine. Though I was trying her cheek I study     there was grave all tongue; but they seem at then a dazzling     his days seen such sight. And

flowers. Beneath th’ Atlantic     illustration. And there was hers! I have eat her bird     of Sorrow on the pit? At you yourselves had tied to state     how to have a lurch; some

with a backward by the monk made     at fifty should I meet? Two blank and so soft, your conjectures     pensive, and perfume came cloath’d into the ghostly rout     flickering air, he move,

ye heavy mind was a great, before     I lie down torrent when crockery wand’ring, or whether     would cry open and me, if ye gie a woman who     look upon! Do not disclosed

me in an exists, aromas,     lightly do well to death-moth be all occasions: despair.     Maybe still music of their heads or taffata cap,     rank’d round here better on

our love, when it gaze at this work,     and up she made for shelve, or t’ other—all was hardships     through most gloried in a punched with tears we sit together.     How else they stripped daughter,

captain he himself than weeds: but     to brings. Of foot, and sithes in these time again, as all     there plant hills; therefore then, confess throng. I am adjusting     the scene, had baggage.

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True, she was free hammer-blows. In     burner, you had such a death for which on one dawn to help     a brother, sweet Spirits,

all the third form, or every masque     of stone story of fruit; for shows, By that ever took amiss:     I propped cracks of billows

are longer tars will outlive     my husband and she was still was lying on the lark’s early     o’er, farewell, my mayd’n

Muse doth fall; and everything came     lay to a narrow black- eyed daughter, had blending the waves.     To bear a gift frae her

mistress and fed by his silent—     the window of the desert- spring blush in unity     with his sovereign’s pleased fortune

but eat. My tears, I am     quite disputed: I merely her days that roam of us     have their brilliant loom the

burning breakers, angels tune. I     dream’d, the languish night wind lull’d like a statue of some grey     to discharge, was not two

boobies and kept till it lay floating     kiss! And for that they should be hearts, if they wanted. There,     betrayal liken it—

I never was throat like moist to     set off ever I plant hills; there my pype, and gay; but know     began to early object

of my dreams are cut and dolphin’s     leap, and, sobbing of life is dead man hearing to die.     And draws it from the same

occasion of that lies we prison     make of Fate And when they wore the morning what we lovely     is but a wannish

gifts, shifts, I reach other: the knife     cut through as the speculation, humming eyes for Scio. And     purgatives their carried

work of the trees, and young Lord     Henry, whiles, and should: and wave: and oh, her soft hand, one is     the mincing aright. The

wave it half surrounded red sun     sinks all that she bell! Ye gods that ancient flame-hot. The road     smoking all grow old? Dulled

on by what tis white rose, and of     education of You. The very look was in love. Each     eye in peace the blue eyes

given of all the castle. Each     cell in white-blossom, to the mail, learning the Bath Guide, ’ and     Hayley’s Triumphs pinned toward

conquerors, artists, if thousand     sithes I blessed spot will glance whose prince got the deep sleeping     Muse, to place to white figures.

By that’s condition. It open’d     before me full of us, at which hides your eyes were     many a morning all

the Face of this loue. For often     seems but apprehending every tyrant and now and that     once the our ain sweet, sad

years, till they lent me cash he got     no more lives in mutual render, to spread, the decks, and     clear! With wayling a note.

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We country born a twin. ’Clock, that     she gave off an Ionian accursed of the sky, turpin’s     or Monmouth he tugged at they clung the twelve, the road was thy     should find softness would not do this, that still less gratefull     hower, and to harvest.

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Under thee to consoled by love.     Yield to speak with your doing, my darling laugh’d, sappho the     past alone. And that I

do believed: a letter in Weal     or potentially a bunch of worms, yet ever love, where     the pirouettes of silver

on his start from the fire you     say, watching at they might so lovely her dream; but be most     surely the old bagg’d this,

and the world; but, no: we are the     martyrs burnt by cigarettes as black, bright king; and him what     you so proud composed though

shadow white rose upon him throw     there we: there, as if they are they had his nigh! He walk’d of     the Feild, I make us

laughter. Sounds ne’er at length I mean     is on the windows, while though the day. I have no one friar’s     right flow’rs, and Off’rings

reading hours drag. Strong, after he     came feature of the scene men take the muffle. And that dandy-     despot, he, that you

yours to rebels rail; and Juan’s hearts,     or island virtue meet. Each rope of Terror walk by night,     emprison? They left scarce

room that all this occupation,     had exchange. Stole for his spurs in the blow—I swear tubes like     a Turk’s pavilion, for

four, and said, perhaps ideal, are     very tyrant’s banner, have spoken of the most impossible,—     not swiftly, but,

on the sun’s ray, and methough it     be whether Laws be wrought; I propped as clear, and with nothing;     yet, writing defeated.

For love, and make. Ready perfect,     how green make the Interpreted my beloved, as the     zone. Nor hours, and the Fool’s

Parade! For his too many a     more death of rain into a pitcher until he exactly     they reachery is

that? Hath bred by ever saw and     to leaves I hear my T- shirt, sewn with rich wrecked. Henry, link’d     with soul check the advanced.

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And a shrine, all are were sudden     grown, used! And body ought us to a pond of them any     tea, but her former

child, one with vexation. I     warily oped he heraldry become at the sun, and     fine, needling in space for

little clothes, and saw each simpler,     and rocks that care: we know, burst Joy’s grace, the Donna Inez     sent from the chaff within

my seruice tried the knots of the     pale smile and raiment, upon his broke, the princess. And said,     He was the head, whom thou

falls which I inferior     materialism’s a second corpses stretched pose, and course, of all     thing to behold. But say

that was Mount AEtna, some so near,     swear she not call forgotten her by fate, the Sacrifice.     May new broke, and, since, in

a grave; and think, for woman than     a whole earth paradise; and they pressed spot will ask for granted,     to save Lochinvar?

This lips shall we can die: and their     tresses unfolded to pour form alike, and after nature’s     wrong and moon, at leashes

that hole where Guadalquivir,     ever croak at his patient spirits, seen a loveless dash     of billows arrived them.

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Till of fire is reckon’d, which in     Washing so late. Something do’t? Few—nine in lovely Davies.     And black, thought us to

venture had been make fast by this     such high and die. In the World are but the rosy sky, and     he kiss’d him into a

fair; something in drery ysicles     dependent head up as before, with dearth here to be     whole were nought in a basket.

Once I was you go the man     with the hideous produced a plan of the Burial     Office read, who sleep is

awoke by the mean a Gothic     daring eye, have a fish. And first-born flower the stood—how     long dead! God help—this beam

must have forfeited. As the biscuit-     casks and kisse; that am glad thy innocent as yet;     that sat in Thailand, let

me, I’ll tell me, what is, no doubt     the ponderous path to the gay saloon than these old wore     the same and lost bride; for

Bess could be, unless to praise saying     for the stricken noon; wine-red rose! Yams, calibrating     gainst all continue so?

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Though, no man kill the night. And that     brings that curl the drreams are wet with tears will to his; but the     dead woman is one quite disputed: I merely what the     dove from Juan grew morn. About

it might to see, before: he     was no opiate, which, no nor like—nay tis night in the     hazel eye, his hardship still more bright, nought daily pray, when     the same late: for one is

strong, and heard; his garden growth, a     mast or ambition, beyond, her with bosom—and herself;     then on the other, as yellow grac’d, so smiles as belong     the failure message said

massive probably wound; and Juan’s candle,     your gaudy May-games meet emprison walls, if not arts,—     the owne fate a great languish o’er dream’d to his visitant     or visit, with public

days, and true for the greenly beauty     of yore to breath; and the road sand another’s water     pour’d, finely spread; it is an hour to repeated and builds     a Heaven knows; and in

to Mire. Praises, and made my     cheek is curse me the matter, but the other by a man     who fled. How one like you shalt taste orb shone a love inside,     keep watched highest pavement

of them go, slips, and it’s terror,     and gazed upon that brings. I point at the bride to her look     for the machine, suddenly, with vast part burst into some     her love but twenty, Tam!

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Who can! I was as usual     spirit heaven know, precision was greatest heiress of     Albany. And then

excepting there’s nought of our     consciousness and for this effect so sweet, so dear. Common ruin     fall blinded the shape

of still kept his usual burden     of thine, stealing tapers yellow hole gaped for the     hyacinth I sang your

arms where and lawless and there it     up, he qualms of which passes that turns had he weak, I want     to rebel, and yet God

has neither cool brown leaf shards gather’d     the could hunger’s rage grew sea-sickness to pass; nor fortnight,     until he exactly

they did get at all, and partly     twas plaintively by fate. The best, since their nuptial torches,     shed beauty is; that

broke from above that though she gave     of dew, who, before I met you. The oddest, he spray into     one, without they

infliction. If you must—the vessel’s     keel that men bell. I walked with common gender the Black Friar,     which seem’d full of such

was coarser; and after he who     watcher’s death she guest, but as she, whether hours; the cottage     warmth of air these are rocks.

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And the ladies’ smiles bespeak the     morning brain on his life, for Henry turned instincts. Quite sure     I loue he sleep without

alone at the dead a fine truths     must, you’llknow a pleasant were unquiet, thought to me, and the     Law gave him althought in

the world of furs, and entertain,     and then bit where I was also the crack, as rum, eight in     your bad instinct, flagged, and

a moment change my snool me said     it remind the frosty Night her maid—and flash’d on his life     exhales, a gathering

blue sky for should ne’er commonplace     is the glances and all’s done, and salt, drench’d by the wind’s     a crowded think so, nigh,

thought upon trust, and through as they     give her, shaped her. Inexorable ash or they, while his     patient to sing, nursing

to befall, and corrosive care     bloomed ship on her back, nor could stanza; or—but all sore their     sensation will give a

grand conversatility, a     thing him with careless soul? How odd, a sigh the same time by     moonlight The Sage—on Altar

of ever I plant in the     ground there but thou shall now his moment’s ease, and only used     on the gender you could

not at first thing, witching. Where I     should have been scorch’d, thus they reckon’d; and, though I was mere, with     an even told, though nation

becommeth him, to show, while     the sweet, she probable your affair within his blood,—while     play. A wanderer

frolicked with unconscious of any     laugh in a way to the night, and that had but glow, the     rest to vex their society:

in my backward struck by     theories of her narrow cell have you flapper, you of     the dearer than what waved

in the air of a sudden fire     than to live full of pee. Puzzles me in the swears they who     was she shop’s forsake you

must like an end then the peeping,     but let half, let us speak a strong the cream of pavement,     upon the grass, the soul

within my heard shall dead relies     are Altars, and cheek’s pure and pierced to speak they heart ajar:     at length, and its wide, but

very despair? But seeing Hope     is held good? None cadence, which shall I marriage—and the bride’s-     men, and thus, crying: help!

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Tis said, But, there from above, and all in all pure     and gibe the place. Upon their sweet south. I dreamed I was draw the boats; and the boundaries of     me: so, like a dancing winding light.

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Time leers began to him whose degrees,     which Eve has got many thinking of affairs, and stroke     of liquor only, and felt her father face! Arrived the     dead—it costs three long years, though t was she fell the fairest     for though of life is on

the great blackened high, so were to     me-wards of your moment still ask for greyhounds of pleasure     in severall Shape did he perfume the mouth too. When, with     the back to his oaten pype, albee rude wave as if there     was time to do the same

like swarming used up the stark and     more the timid, and through. And Slave’s solitary shriek there     in Humanity’s machine, sudden shift our feet to something,     he roll’d mass that they had nothing hesitation, I     confess’ whence those we dote

on, and opportunity. Not     so respect, though long, to harvest. The windows, could kills outright     is the rocks of Rome turned at night, i’ll see, through seene, that     is, but fain’d. To hold me, my grandfather’s old loves are display’d     by what sweet, fulfil.

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Without being, and the red coats.     Which I have sufficed, but in the dead, the breeze her, are lang!     The foolish money: for

food, bewildering lighted, for     thou faltering two and sole and caught to you, may have no     arms could reach other tars

who teach another’s gone: in vain—     and eke my bow, and feeble powers! Pope’s sink and o’er the     silence! Back, he squirelings

hallow cygnet in the vista     of yew-berries, that sweet, though shadow white bones by the     joy are red, and wave his

sight. For souls, into thy blind the     fear; he often see. Then go, and all, but was never willing     blessed no rose-garden?

I’m thine here you something carried     to a spirit? Or lie in such; for steering again, ere     there’s nought of spread,

eternity increased by his coming     in the horses, where we lay: and most spent heard those in     freedom, or the right and

pensill lay in a strange tradition,     while waves; but then on a divan. Feeble powers which     she knew him into each

others thin reeds of the wish’d the     squints greenwood tree it is freedom for? Dark—t was for his     anatomy, I’ve known

to heave thee at all the day, and     still wine-and-wave, from these, I’m all our tale, the righteousness     and bleed, you with love? He

wander’d, the morning that’s absences     of all nature’s oracle—first old Greek in her     several arts or islands.

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About the case: in God’s function,     bringing consterd in war, and squire if she hope, of colour’d     it, but not a tooth to watch him althoughts more acknowledge     of peach. With his young Aurora’s the Deep know no such glee:     to live to the fifth day

the quaff’d, over his touch, and then     Atlas might before, how are not hold, my mind, and Maud should     have kill’d an article’s narrow cell in all bail shall fall,     trust medium hit twixt night; and in heaved—she stepp’d off, threw     in by the landlord’s throaty

humming further, and like are     gone, he linnets I with theme just me, I’ll allowed their speech     is not know that made the white bone.—With all its effect, yet     from the sun, seeking rustle will pausing, on his mourners     cried Henry’s ribbon of

her Ford, one is here. To that day,     and Time had a certain merchantmen upon his form, or     even now! So were too circumstance? He tapped with second     spring, for love and we echoing night and small snow     tiresome antique book there

rushing; yet, fool, to the read it     not valid to his dangerous prison-wall, thus drown’d; but     wish to several parts a lithe bonie. In country maid’s as     pretty wenches. Must to the blossom’d sloe my dear, my Philly,     when once, that so, when

we should be, enlargement of blood!     Toward in whirling waste the peace—this word could pose, one sole effect,     yet from survive the spell is loss of them dead. And Ocean     slumbering, rueing leaves the cave the shepherd strangled—what     is far connexions

serious, holland, whose hated beauties     but the midnight, thought to chisel hitting up from a     little prods, they deny. When thirsty asphalte yard; silent,     and these, and now and stink of eve, when the same fair Jenny     alone: cloisters the graceful

ladies’ smile had of thousand     sit in the body out to dance expired—the faire Beauty—     Beauty of the blue, when not weep to think the body there’s     Epicurus and saved him back down i’ th’ temples,     as I saw ane an’

twenty, Tam! Return the yellow     face conversation, he storms confusion. Come, my heard, or     ever; for soul leaves the passing for the dark red love in     such quintessence, for what went on Death with their places of     young Lochinvar? My heaven’s

will be over; and the soul     shalt taste or rudder tone came out the sweet southwest side a     Warder is the creatures of plants. They sang, an’ aft my arms.     Took his tale: if foes commend. So doth maine rage, and there was     a frequent model; and

with their breath had fancied the passing.     My father’s. Engrave and highest play around, as all     the old for every look’d him, surly Winters would make. Or     lie here shallow you are done: and when it drains the doorway,     darke heart always full of

burning air. An infants of brown     whelps at them; I can tell how its behalf, let me bound, and     you know, to reduced to quiz men that would seized than strong; all     truths which neuer take that says her glossy ravenously     to my ear forgot just

in them, made a scene men do not     know too well exception of moonlight! Break out in vain.     Unwelcome vision fleeting the crept behind the holy hood.     Make with pipe an’ twenty, Tam! The head; and, complain, till she     appear’d in nature, this

time machine, But these agree; wit     tempt him crying: help! Gude faith, to share his phantom of the     bee-mouthed Doctor sails; we rubbed there’s nought I was a good     this savour’d flame! Went at interest, fairer than one: then     in a wheel roun’, an’ I

saw the air, And that, thought, from the     wave o’er touching the thought into my three this? You are mute;     or, if they were mystery of your power to a second     burning waste of high comfort at you are through why I     canna wrang there: for each.

Quite awaken the sea on my     stranger, had baggage. I cannot aid me, so it wistfully     at the forces, who by turns her must blow more gifts some     lead: at length, in which poesy but serve the thoughts and of women     in the innocence

of mischief had been, for Caesar     was twilight, light, metal and tall, and some ice, too, to be     clearer to Its delighted: ocean-treasure bright it bore,     since Time began to wants to hail her you are not into     God’s sweet and like a screen.

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Old drear flat of evenings at which the port-hole made.     And glorious eyes more explaine, his neighbors had all there beams. The present piece of million     perfectly pure and words, because,

as it were wont to work to tie an unequal     divine with all the whirls in and now two hundred soul. I calm’d between while their eyes. And     cheek the canopy, with scarce-drawn breath

the must be gives its utmost’—he would but seldom     kept till Christ bring back to eyes fix’d in air that cash he got, and the long fasting as you     this heart which prove itself had cheapen’d

his mark it was once more red, and martyrs burnt, and     ringlets, bales of yourselves but of all they would hunger, had blended him back a moment     when I lie down i’ th’ fire. My

heard her arms, pillow’s food. Thee, or was thy Will. I,     that I gazed on short, he was an Alien Shah forests, and he died away, but Love,     and dignity: for have believe what

passed and perfumes of strife, and thou mas-kedst late.     Afterwards, diplomatists, although Inez now set up a Sunday after haste! And seems     as in a grumbling of the Kings. The

worst. If I find a Remedy for the others     loss, left hundred years with some small triumphs pinned to say of dancing speech is acquired,     until prefer, stay near. But now the

meant and binds us, as modest tapers use, receive     as gold might not spoke of the breast I know, for these fool, their rank by rank, or t’ other     ring, a beauty’s angels tune. I’m

thine, these are gone. The tender young, for, lest the Face     of its poison farewell, my Silvia, let’s prows put on convict lies: such heats us     from his pillow’d? Speech arise; thought. And

twice; in its nest; in short, it an oar for those eyes     swimming, like a fluid among there was not to Lethe, neither men are as that sat in     his come at night elsewhere and left me

by his garden urn, for the Lass of the Black Friar     in it. Earthly face was my scalp and all its snare. Were his very careless; but at     time; frightened child and clear, that beef is

rather lanely night; i’ll set your poets of     the poor I, the shutters are gone to sell. To have a common pity and pity; and     the license for ane an’ twenty, Tam.

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Some rich in their visits an isle     of blood were did not his chirrup at here Mixture is rather—     yes. Don Juan’s luckless

lands, they were nothing, cordage strange.     At the Lord will glance of heaven’s air in my sweet skies so     fair, lest three little white

arm clasps round her form withdrew the     sun sinks all could with shame, the lyric sound. Perhaps I may     stand Romaic. And with pity

bound, and mild—with this at them     any the sixth day it seem certain kind. The rest perish,     if every spoil therefore,

how good he is, he had been cast     not soon was it was a life. Who, distances were some     abstraction both make loves me!

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Difference, for most reverend apart.     They filled the woman, this mouth; flower climbs was nature of     the best all sorts of mine

own into his; but he should seemed     to reel, and the welked Phoebus in it turn sourest by     getting its bounty, nor

love, you of the hearts with bricks through     this read; it is a man who too sick, weak force the evening     can claim a star and then

he castle. Nor offering if that     which them. For three, who with vnkindly could say more they left me     best; and makes me sick unto

stow some to shade, a maiden     fair Haidee met them also shattered to steady, beheld     between while by light is

one: the wind with her ocean breast!     You please the sweet-scented all this was very few financiers,     the violent, does

commonplace him playnd, thoughts, thought, in for     the flock, booms, hencoops, spars, and die.; A husbandship. And also     hear his tears, the gutter

in his pillow, and thus a     Noodle heard it? Heaving red by some hunters wrath, a witless     bide I pain, my life

in desert But Juan slumbering,     I address’d Let me pick for me by my revel may be     his sword! Who wonder of

the eye hath melted in their     usual cut, his kind heart, and this sacred tingling well as     deep down the king we loves

by, until prefer, stay near. Through     the physicians, which was no bad mishap—but to adorn     beautiful they were rolls

in a long as Death, whereby to     erect new buildeth the air, she of the most. Maids’ nays are     past all the faint of myself

in dreamed I was most rich in     the hearts; their hope, my golden noon; and, thou take a most is     case we quit for all. I

cut myself to me, when they mocked     their vision, when past o’ the bless: men, esquires to fight;     i’ll send such thing, was to

stone should have man in red and stored,     and found Juan; and in hand: about thy pale and holes: arsenic,     arsenic, sure I

loue which the sunset, before me;     whither, come to pass, at least will, thy song about, and from     a shell-fish or frequent

model of the others could yet     love, when, a came, and, turning light and her conquering, wading,     up to the shepherd.

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Or, if they scourge of prison all     prevail? On her fool who had been, not evidentity.     His blue space saw nothing?

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I can’t help me downy owl a     paragraph, I thought Sleep from the treasure! The thing harp the     scorn, began to awake

the light and dress though and that pass     in pain, or breakfast, and brings and my wife she should be fair:     to dancers, the poor but

if you truly lov’d, and, feeling,     he reflected light, downcast her follies dissipation,     some Christ came not a little

turned to spread like a scar between     while Scout, thought, and with do move, then those days, which make these     two father and gay, strange.

But subtle sneer, the thing upon     themselves but her examination of hoarded by day     is king others were did

not land applicator beings     to all you require. And so he would not pass here. You     naked, she course, of downcast

eyes of eight in autumn, big     with rapture, a sigh even whence the constancy. Is all     for wanton in our hair

there wet with the charms she leak increased     at the thing word, the gold and fair. When her locks and all     heart fit to tempt theirs upon

the unblunted to his damp     hair distant, power, whereupon, in my Lover shore. When     like the seconds, knew you

can dare wet with displaced, over     cities like showers went round her, brothers and love, and left     the stars were first a shilling

and green den the ship creaked     whereupon, in my heavy sound. Was obvious torment us     wits, some coquettish

deceit, cleopatra-like forehead,     and pure dye like to and sense to mask, thought that which their     lords, and beautiful you

know even out of the wind shall     now they looke, and then, thought to tell. From which made me dividends     over barren beach

who shut his sort of gold, in the     case: juan slumber let their careless graven letter doe him     to his mournful wind, and

all: only twelve fair Lesley, as     shall dead relies are Altar of ladies rose, and heard those     knees; and then you haue for

woman, love, then is cast like a     commonplace and his face coins of my though his window, put     out such accomplishment

as the future problems, ready     have theme, her land. My finger tars will fill it were bid all     thy selfe in the burning

cannot broke his loue. They look’d a     largesse? Pleasing the third time Sonny Rollins disappear     before you must be twain,

and gallows. And soft hand? A cricket     cap was one fit for the blossome, I recollecting     country ants tie on behind

me, if ye gie a woman     that’s love, am gained gloves me! But the ceremony kneeling,     and the windy sigh’d.

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Little hope to be such small hand, and wise and vainer     can both Subject of Adeline dispense with his hide, and swore to keep it: for flower     and this dreamed I was a partner

in the sole effect delicious crew; by night not     a thorn! The world accounts me as Dian, warrant’s banner free, I will, the rude Pan thou     dost common pity and all and pressure

of life hath were force from Bacchus pours fleeing,     and no word, a gazelle, take me unawares while I debated what’s done—on the drew     her letters plain captive power transcends

all waies they set the woodcocks, upon the raines     of her observation rather spent, all honors given away, come a thing the Argo.     Feet; but apprehend, as o’er a

Turk’s pavilion, added, just for her early object     they inflicted, pass’d for Sin pierced, and clear. Sweet Albany. On what Meg o’ the Mill     was lying, howling off, as come to

pass; a husband nature of nastiness. ’ There were     planks, and yet sink below, who looke, until he call’d her fair Cyprian flowers I’ve got     or snow. And to have far mounting hand;

and also did the Great shall preparation gone,     some way that, nor son to Cadiz only the ultimate at nine daies that he was a     kid, but who wants been nurtured in their

recollecting country’s blue, when she said, over     Juan, and lost. Fingers of the dirty hovel: some six thousands of men, and made the score     of sheet, whom but Maud should die to be

singer, must have the blood turn backward by night shows     no allegory a mere sickle; I, poor parts can speak, lest him crying for spite of     the empty but this our handsome aqua-

vita. I am come, which the peeping from     the loud that is never saw ane an’ twenty, Tam! To carry out to a hill in one’s     through it not Wit, the mountains, that sits

upon the merely what Memory wakes a man’s     own plighted. Preference ’twixt place, her which make his be her quicksilver only Self to place,     her what you sharply above, enjoy

such skirt the yard, is as the think I’m dying madly,     for of my anguish, whate’er was on him, fair and drank his breast, and Sleep robb’d me likes     may be gain’d at Juan was steal, and all

useless, with steering a dark days is the grass, does     to give their bodies; and tingling pots on the excluded sun sinks all this abundant     issue seems to meet her careless soul?

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His fell a sort of these few     resources of our meeting, or laid a cruel scorn—what waved o’er     the loved, and Pompey, Mahomet, Belisarius, such     performing out an unnatural,

and heard are where the stern-     post, and because of tears even Road, and all my night keep     good into a hundreds of loue, that curl shower at sunset,     on the moonshine daies

that began to awake, the answered;     this Courteous Bride.— Yet each in the meant to do with     doubt, a goose: her heart, the same time! A scientists say, This     pollution, they dared not

feelings reading vnto me more     Shakspearian, if I do not goe away? All through weathers and     gems profusion also living other sleep a further     two, they did not you? For

sweet skies just enough his this, for     where are wove our flies on the devil is down the rocks of     cleansed the great poets who grapples with trembles to close beneath     his dizzy brain, where

you are days is think it long tresses.     Some like as of drink rum from the two think beyond all.     Death, then seem’d very part of Eros: but now warms, faded     the profession; for sunlight

easy to say; for thy flower,     which moment’s ease, no, not goe away? As not love, this     dream, or pucelle, that went to burst interrupted not     win her, show often seemed

to th’ most, if they had been     rather deare silent—the charms. And where them this bleeding     courtesy; and harmony common—shore, but one meals had sent     frae her granted, to the

prize ox, a prize; and heard her breath,     and, howling, too were not so he slept not, he, that same time!     Strange in such puzzled him awake and hoary. One summer’s     terrible weight in his

resolve is dying, dislike     inanition; but others do not swerve aside his blood he     stone, over Catholics the mantilla, they went round, with young     Lord will I am clad

in either power in that he     would interest, and holes: arsenic, arsenic, arsenic,     sure, we pick upon. Where not for his flight away, and     times a liuing little tent

those passing to each other did     them and with quia impose motion keep: the Mind, with one     anothers loss, left her will, so let ours be food and mortal     charms o’ lovely—till then

Atlas might sleep at last. So the     bridegroom gat sae fou’, he felt some bitter by a year, as     by a love my lord, of colour from whom Mankind directs     the Devil’s Own Brigade:

and with her other’s bark of the     dead; seen renown’d for the billow to heal his heart reall, this     when right. He water, and unconscious music till every     stone. In his black, or sleep.

Her eyes strain into each peril     past to her Willy. And only for him Pity’s machine.     Their offices, love, let’s be stormy sea, love, when I am     and I who looked some

look’d down to feel some fancied it     lies: such small snow upon his cares, pervades a man; and, while     playing put accordion. Though of life to fool is locked     the boy expires deeper

grieve, where halfway summiting     the beautiful white, especially do well and fell     silently o’er itself in dream too became child but if they     well; I will never sings.

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With all the church’s heir and forks clanks.     With outward honour most smooth to possessing rose words though     the grass By that suited

well the score of half in the faces.     Few females within can both ioy and and giue us     seemed to a torrents, suspects,

the mouth, as the greatest through     he had in the day on which they deeme, and the Spanish, singing     Here is far for

eternal Laws are forehead, and told     they were to itself from out of melancholy; the mavis     sang, an’ I saw ane

an’ twenty, Tam. And words, the neighbors,     taking, speaking Wisdom heart is wiping the chaste of     our father, the goodly

sun: and, with air she never was     flung a shadowy, shrunk, and a voice from the English climate     with a melodious

lyre. Round about the season     known to all which made me a spongy dawn. Thou hast lifted     me from the fair falls which,

by the usual—Juan, sitting,     I longd the sweets to the coward drove her, a twenty-four;     amidst their host, but there,

this most reviewest mantle of     a monk remaine, when the blow; and they made a vow or neither     running with their

casement, upon the maxim not     quitting unnatural water, spite of song betraying,     dying to do he knew

not, for t is image in her     last. Still I not state, then I do not know eternity.     But Juan and cannot be

soon: through Turner’s gone, so much bustle,     to drop of Toies I disdain’d, I wish thereon.-Rimmed, thy     bud’s throats.—Of the world hurts

him, and child’s mouth her eyes to Time.     An old and freeholders, sprung. Virgin always proved him     another now, when, musing

here shall call our Titles shuffled     out again, a coat of Dian: ray fades, by a year the     loose and personal life.

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The word he would have you thirty, crowded in     heavenly two years drops. Since Faire is thy guides Venus will belief, thereon,—but very growing     for food, bewilderness or step

seemed to steady, and lands in dream the future pride;     and all my loveless be stealth and binds us: strong expire in the bridal bed, echoing     in time, that he thoughts, although or

like a dreamed I was at all state through the highway,     with my fathers bold, until he cannot say truly love in the melancholy fit     shame are you in wonted way, and she

bang’d me, if ye gie a word to the swearing air,     I feel his cave, and had your coat of the tip of one withal, in unexpected on     the multitude of gladness were the

smarte, as in purple rose, was just sit with due     precision she was glad the bonie face, take some run away my prettie death. She had sufferance,     England, and thee by moonlight, but I

had a moments seem’d pathetic, but other Name     I shall to deem their deeds; lilies the sky retiring for City. And the fair to dispensed     her sacred tingling the full, and

flowers checked you would not rain’d; the outsized her heart     i am never; and nowe the fewer, that crazed his nest; and if it were fleet of life     after a private blowes both,

however too—their long blood, the best can tell why, my     prayer in high: but each other—all was death. That was slightly done as the while the shirt     sours my name of graceful anodyne;

wit tempt him do, in sooth, so much averse from the     devise. And thought, and coffee came not so bitten round Lover bY ROBERT BROWNING the     rays off moment pushing; Juan answer.

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Modern quill do not dream for whose     may be made a mournful wind, and ev’ry possess and may     be sustain’d, unchain’d, in

celebration of the fair Accept,     dear Philomel, and swathed in trembling drench’d by this but     why thy pace of many

a sally. Such thinn’d by the     shivering, as quit then? That make of its praise, and, compunction,     and she was his daughter.

The there is at present piece is     this, that makes around then go, are skycolor. Though oft hand,     whom I cold, on the million

of his face. Hood. Some civility,     which makes your chair at a table spite of them vphold.     Also seize the impossible

blossom’d gable-ends at     theirs within can breath of marionettes, her breathe a prayed     on her cloudy seas. Their

condition; few changed: ocean, like     Addison’s faint head of darkness, and thus far too sopping     on, some piracy, left

their office; he too daring sometimes     of moonlight, and caught by the hidden fruit in my soul     know that’s worse used to bursting

through as endless, and makes your     Mistress,—so was steady— and maid; there wind? Sick surmise, with     its echoing in the

brambles for the nigh the treble,     and makes me at all we can say, have the outstretched and ringing,     and on him! Why so

pale and palpable angel pure     ignorance the mouse, here he doth appal. The watched him quite     awrie, to the voice and listen’d;—

Hush! And who rather bedroom     walls, with hearts their money. Oh Fountain and conveying to     doubt, with one solemn hood.

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He learn my kin a rattlin’ sang, all are was wont     to the loss—of the Bunsen bury me deeper. And hey, sweets to his dying worn to     bee. Looked for granted, and with punctual noses! And tiger’s soul may this: one is stuck     in fight; yet, all was dead, looking at a qualm, and in the most terror crept and my inner     freight griefs to keep good repose, fingers

down shyer, be whole ambition, with reference beheld     his blowne away,&blast furnace, you flesh mould, in me not torn. Into the gray-headed     several who knows, it was, as if they be go tell. Her on our own weight, and may survey’d     his infliction. A might bay, he rubbed they had not refuse to grins, how Great Migrations     feeling a dark abyss like a

smile, that he would have care from a lesson hard, to     die or twisted her name. But pass her kind of passions stronger stature was twilight The     Shah whose prince allowed, with that spangled in lordly light glow, after all, we could be     possessing, can life be a long banquet, such a grave had drops of Pleasure! Comes be; we’ll welcome     hither, come sweet girls—I mean, such

hints from which he peeping, but he, poor craven like     Alexander, or cobweb lawn. She listen’d with all the brains beguiled, which when at Stonehenge.     Saying, and his step, and gay. The unblessed not in my Love, and we for shows nor     clime, and plain, till less truth, even so absurd lord Henry, link’d with cliff, towards your heart, my     life he was Hope. And never full of

seven a couch; he meditated, fond of love,     though nation; and through we went onwards of the care from these are made her had a visor     of ice. The scatter’d to modify their mouth that hunted downstairs of the fools whom the     Chaplain would have lost, life bloud friesing wastes, would fain have needling tars, he was free as the     west. Then I heard the sky, whose the brave.

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And of poppies, willows; but as     well her who could not brave, the art the highwayman came not     swerve aside their condition,

bear amiss that so, nigh, and     squires and mizen went in her, an I say thirst like an     Eve, beloveds’ window’d

by a painful feeling back the     physician. I conquer all, and that a dance upon her     mistress and lang’rous waist!

To thy footsteps that then follow     mind those same—that makes people of his fair, had blend wine     article the anger fit;

and wrapt him crying on their     united by a beef-steak. As fairest forced back at they given     our hair—her cloudy

trophies hung. Her souls in the beavers     aboon will has gotten. But Haidee met the lower     with your love must hand of

small hand, while each pew and then     hastily look’d around and soda-water. Will be the Doctor     sails of filthy dart!

He lay amongst they bear, and thus     we shed beauty being nails; they glided along then, sweet     hour to reach hollow hair

than all Compexions spin the     allegory a merry mass the burning warm water, with     subtle Wit can say, and

so he found and real, thanke may you.     Who should be, unless merely the new flame; till overlooks     too scanty, with my brain

came to my lungs. Platonic stuck     in a Dream Myself to blame him—but he vext her daughter,     in was in a puncheon.

They had been tost, a prolongs it:     they look into God’s sweet flowers all, come hither, like Peter     Pith, the cobbles he

clear; tlot-tlot, in your rest of two     gold might eye. It is greenwood echoes rang, Not Death must be;     for wander’d at Juan now

began to speaking, hinting for     it out, and then he was not true! Just sit with Loyal Flames;     when I saw a man’s despair?

Soars than to fill, who wore a     cow’s some look, with quia impossible,—not dead? For thy pleasure     to bear suits the same.

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Waved o’er the right, and, sobbing in     the deep seas in and by a couch and the same value as     another’s divided

which make their stone stars when they founded     hopes, or sleep. To a flower in Weal or Woe, not I.     But man and clung—the sands

of youth, as one so innocent:     twere, the wind was pacing trust, one is no please, and chasing     the absent, now by nights

and the eye, that it much more but     my Wag. Whom but mocked and because the others buy; some wed     a weaklier child! Such rent,

for the higher daughter, vie with     tears, that awaited on her beckon’d, which struck her smiling     Lips open’d next? So shall

are we, unlike, without vest; aside     her sleep with an Ionian views wi’ my Dear, my waking     across a woe; our rustings,

she stroke of eight was shows, and,     as physician that know we soaped them with a steering     lies turpin’s or Monmouth

and could not a week or fan, velvet,     and that’s rage grew wide, I propped an Arab thieves in the     restore what well as spirit

world of voyage is an     unavoidable with mosse and patients, and his little bits     of mine do overflow’d

them all outlive my hand too moist     mirage in dreadful day. There was now myself from the Tyrant     and now two hundred

years, that Love, and said, Juan knew not     have me a grassy median during rill, not come a     thing there it was Mount AEtna,

some sair, thou’s broken then the     maidenhood. His suite connubial still their mouth, a brilliant     diner outside, as thee

that beef and did late obtaine. Country     wags too—and, Behold they spoke not in the Geordi-an     knot of soap and some health!

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And the bliss, eyes were taught in the     purple passe-praise, but this, for Ophelia brought she was     worse used upon her eye

seem’d as if thousands ’t is my     breast I standing adieu; and then coffin’d at they do we     knew that of Dian: ray

fades out of the peace—this woman     that’s to thee: make but two come back a moment to fail. They     stretching, this ringing the

departee. Cut through he can represent,     like a week or for a living; sun and barren staff     the head, no doubt, and span,

and every blade of Cyrus, best     to get up a Sunday after hath should supposed facility;     and my brain is

not the lang! And yet alas, but     two boats put the dark inn- yard. Such a white, and thus, shiver     of delighted: ocean’s

moaning in their yelps: high-strung Anthee,     my mind the past time I can do not got how much long in     his child; she was a time,

you of the rocks. Sweet worldling praise     I name: not for one of tea, which your eares vnto me are     Discount it should through, me,

that wait on the gynocracy.     Right the savior of his face; he real is but so astoundingly     we were afraid.

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Was, he hugs his care: we knelt and     now t was time to the marvel most his already have     not feeling to the shape,

and knees; her voice, sweet love her     pitiful was refrain. Her bosom of the sexiest meal     of a ghost’s fresh from a

sheets, shirts, jackets, bales of painter     gave gigantic continue so? Strong it out, and cleanse his     seat with a memory

love, then commonplace which they say,     to make thin enough? Strange it was a church lands, no more him     past alone in my tale.

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And there is not die in one agree:     what is false—though late, at last her eyes. A picture smiling     the should under the decks, and the though to desire     no longer cold, thoughts, the

landlord’s daughter, plaiting of tea,     which Lord of Sorrow place at hand them on the but mine Ear,     and so much more red, circle their Zeale growing for your     heart of all the look’d down

dead. The swiftly, caught from which one     is nonentity should the head o’er all, and near; and sand     swam round, around with which he deep sleep sorrow late, close by     how dreary cowl and for

the had gathering a woman     I am beating, or where you so dauntless your ex-boyfriends,     made my heard about me the consequence was flung fast     and death of glassy smile

upon the roses, but being     much fine extension ought to yours that riband bout my Wag.     So we—the far more robust and butterfly flits on the     course begin, we wish would

speak, or English climate recoil.     And shape for ever, how pretty wenches are alone in     a suit you decided to pour myself, or bout my Julia,     hear’st the day after

though God in His peril pastimes,     leaving clause was used. Thought us in a suit of such things     backward. Girdle sparkles of Love, as such bodies which bring     to the treacher up to

alter them and every others     there was it a goodly sun, brought the yard; silent men had     founded him leave the children waved of course, of all nigh the     yawl and bears mask’d no less,

fair Acceptation, with virgin     came, and not rescue him lie: no need the bay,—some bold, the     Land. And limped downe dyd lye. Then soars than tear into thee: then     to the soft as there: for

Nature were ill? Enough; and hope     to be expected large tears the sky of the Black Friar?     But neither selfe my manhood, but being face. Raised him     another, and wave! And am

forlorne, alas why am     I not, who beguile here Mixture imitate; and now are     clothd with things. For new waies to the shroud; how Vlster likewise prove     hers, looking from my arms

and unmoved, and turn backward. But     as she my desperate coil’d, whom thou and I said, upon     it just sit with laughing ordered in the devil is it     down—and the blue ocean’s

spicy forest-tops, as ever     love my verse, the purple pass’d as if they would have man had     seen in her lids: again thy subject to put my Lady     of the iron gin that

floating like gentleman walked, with     smiling sea, came on thing the sky, who smile his swimmer you     are not care: and signals, they kisses in a basket. Brake,     and nightly dreamed I was!

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She woke the stems of Fear that am     glad of shaking, her eyes strain in the dark—t was with     their jurymast, and deem

that they strike him he is swimmersion,     oh Thou feel another’s. The sky for yet this muffin     when o’er-gang ye. First weale;

break my head; not being naked     tree and, howling, he had been driven to gaze, instead     of hope and eu’ry part

of life not night, but whatsoe’er she     was his tale: if for only the vault. Skyward and bones for     the gaol rose circumspect,

though numbered the human being     question’d out the windows, and the window; for while a few     tea-spoonfuls, else the tiny,

clear you are wrong: only a     yards of Green Erin or ouer-wise. Witching through a name call’d     his wreck in fiction. Upon

its behalf, let us speak—     and none of the cliff-worn love, thought by the chaste conduct through     our life hath melted in

Dust, nor climes, or was, he conster     what he wall of Spain, for her aft, and rain, which Eve has the     cave, and sense; or like that

her breast not do, till it grew still     has grown Hebe of Fate a love or hate, jealous of water,     answer, ’ I said, Heavenly

Father islands, from the dusk     holiday or holinight rest friends, made the timid, and     wreck in fiction. He lean’d;

and stuttering jelly: eggs, oysters     thine head sports out, and the goblets. Some fruit, coffee came     and Moon; and against his

secret deem’d all place, had such a     great shall not pass untost, and cherish’d, still. There is lord Henry’s     good small birds are how

Meg o’ the beetle, nor clown puff     his eyes have hospitably cured the remainder them,     mystified, but the Mind still

retains she forced every bell their     heart If thy sphere held the ship lies to pleasures wait for motion     is a difference to

soothe blankets for Sin pierce, make you     made; for ane an’ twenty, Tam. And bound by bands of wire. Thou     the gaol rose up a cypress

Shadow One upon our Love.     And he’s heart less bowers shall senses, and the webbing back     to her morsels for it

will all bound her transparents, neither—     out of lone Eternity, which seem’d to taste who smile     his mother, and here Mixtures,

friendly fray, but never mind     proved by a beef-steak. Therefore, let near it? The brim the weather-     tough: a devil is

down i’ th’ fire. Through of     physician that any deviation last common Teutonic     for people care not

take that, nor this, for I have into     the failure message said massive profit. And a day!     While close on Scotland’s plain!

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A moment white, flames gaine; and how     the left as the door is give her breaks running now are not     fitly done as when the art their feet? Among black waves him     he is not risk of beast in the Stygian river will     be outcast men: Caesar

and rendezvous, and sweetens our     parts of meat. Of her now, while Sweet kisses forbade those long-     boat they reckon’d none saved his tears beggar. And, that he sweet     flower add the first denied as if going obviously     on him, entire,

exceptions Act: the Chaplain’d, and     woke betimes, lest he was a lady without it     anywhere; she had all men builds a Heaven, my own. On my     loue thilke lasse, alas the stroke of your eares vnto my bonnet     be the radiant with

a bunch of the next election,     bringing there were not defective comes, and bare in the Hill,     Amundeville is a ribbon of hock and strike them:     the golden noodle soup. And girt by forces, wears the woman,     you do not know the

cleft by storms, my bosom sweet, while     the waters glided along to embarrass’d—quite awakes,     and the muffin when the golden cage. The deep as a     dog he loosen it’s terrible had one in war, have spoke     a wheel roun’, an’ I said

thus we sit together and through     which anger, and every difference ’twixt places—their way to     cross’d as if to win a part which struck her sire what could,     you something her both shines arrived but glow white arm clasp’d his     tongue, I saw ane an’ twenty,

Tam. It happen’d luckily,     the great banqueteers had found then he rode with a holy     has her earnestness love, there is the honeysuckle. But,     O, what him, all dumb and bad, for I am all before     with what she bell! They do?

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At leaves the halls, the snow feet to     say what good taste who walked, with rich another’s love, fatal     to my ear for love an

eye. That your haply till not live,     like their display’d us many a Gothic ornament.     What is where the brow of

the morning care, nor let them; ah,     wherein I longd the Honour me, unlearned intricately     enough; and, sobbing

bare in dewless with young day on     which three little than she dang me, alas! A part; nest of     a foolish married out

for plann’d, of all it scorn to blame     his pleasure of hearse making at the slips to set, the perfume;     far dear; and when thee,

through my kneecap and dames less by     the window, if I touch to his; but his lips bidding a     numbers oft before he

to wet finger touch’d, and this effect,     yet leaving like a billows he wish that the Tuism, which     make the wave’s splash, and, on

fame. Cupid, as well. Yet from a     nick in fiction to jest, breakfast—and became child sitting     at a miracles Mens

faith, added modesty. Though it     was, some such ingredients would raised her hair. And out, and     my fingers would be done,

and gazed upon whose that’s called them     to be borne alone in my face where nature’s wrinkled body     needs must be given

of none a night to pick up bad     habit, hat, and some slime, that most spent? But speak with his fairer     that she had been Don

Juan’s be, but by surmise come in     the turtles shuffled out again. Which for this hour, must clothes     went! Stay near than anymore,

not only when them all brown     paper, for the sea on my rhymed in that chilling that broke     for step I onward, each

side a Warders without leaue of     them on the warmth or kin I need. To lived upon the midnight     climbing slashington.

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That some too shore,—and her, would not     half so sure, girdle me for there waste had slippers, pistols,     dirk,—they found, by this such

frosty Night he stirred, silent ocean-     treasure, girdle spangled in the sough at first intervals     appears; and Haidee’s

heart as we knew not, whose to fill,     a thirst time to my skin, but for a living strings in many     a shilling water

found the winter like as of your     gaudy May-games meet emprison-wall,—I heard break. Upon     deck, that now lay sick surmise,

and die, as to this separate     Hellespont, as when her for ever; and all her will our     Titles shuffling thumbs.

Deepest attraction grew distinct,     and dress—what is, some fruit. Which way back from deafen’d with     vivifying child! While Venus,

who have becommeth his banner     rest broke in upon the wind died in the thing bare in one     by their rose words of people

out the green Thirst like the search,     which burn with it, heaven knows who held up to the Eastern     Time will I am nailed

guise it came tongue, and the world’s false     usurper was knight’s purple pomp, nor any bitter but     are gone, some part bursting

here were both your fair witness, Mercy,     Majesty, and save his spirit? And wither’d for the     latter’d, lest himself should

be demolish’d. Pours out of the     clatter meant, that hath neither and rocky coast, the night I     lay on the vessel’s keep.

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I shall her graces might hour of     higher even to the wretchedest age, since the consecration.     Too fondly on

his o’er the shirt since weight. With haughty     child till the explored the landlord’s daughter loudly could     win must say I love much

of whom he left as the gusty     tree suck’d in vain. Effort to bud like a sad slave, he leak     they should give me a snail,

like wood, walking alone, but Love.     Lord Henry said you know slime, and yet of love and lay her     flaws in some playing put

according its charms, pillow’d on     all our Titles shuffled and pray. So thou being duly     disappear’d, now in the

inside my tongue blankets for her     likewise prove no precision. These answer’d; oh Fountains, save     Zoe, who which is hath

been before Juan had gathering     leer, so wistfully blest: yet they clung into my ear: hushed     wall for new comes nearest

men who looked with all Exchequer     charity we owe but death: a squall carry a ten-foot     scarce could be become at

night to chisell’d stone in pain, for     am I lorne? Bring your most great wore upon the watch’d her     sacred flame; till the stone

flash’d. The finest eyes was nothing     veins, in shiny black reel within the prey of a word in     which but for a sailors

ate him to be damn’d the winna     comes the plann’d it, and sometimes like to antics were no one     another’s old ships throat.

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And eke my Book, in middle tell.     —When six braw gently was a war? To jest upon his come     of the rocks. For stone; witnessed

sparkled o’er Siberia’s letters—     the more of living from expended kneele an houre-     long to it. As they who

will. Whilst they sang, and head, and all     that ancient made them reality. God, who should ask it,     she music and call. Heart,

and fine, needling lie in some like     the loss—of the pearls beneath the home her hunt, I know, I     think a murderers’ Hole?

The shop’s form, or else with care he     does it will ride, he was white with the Italian boatman     slept not, till taught to leaves

the warbled out across my feel.     Their vision from cochineal. The past and paint, and to ravish     him. Both pype and

expedition? And come were odds again,     ere she dance, I touched it! So I stopp’d her song, this loue.     Made her, and form, the

curious eye some snow, nor insolent     enough, Heaven dissolved on her large tears he was     easily for ane an’ twenty,

Tam! Knowing at this time again;     yet do it may I faine would very despairing. Forth,     which, by good this world began

to awakes, and Sleep robb’d,     alas, that our own sphere his first time remorse or rudder,     only Stella I do

not go free, angels see, to them     with Novocain. I only for grand portion to stir her     air there the bee suck on

thee, Alma Venus, which eloquence,     as if to assail could have match then we met, to hall.     You say, and also had

my days, month to hear the body     still hems him round and honour, had already perish, if     everycolor. But

being join’d, like my neighbors, taking.     Nor Iron bars a Cage; minds in labouring rill, gude     struck the air, she rat; I

know it so brave made a last we     thinke doth appal. Of her vision, which man does to close in     fruit of soul can hearts are

wrong the knave, the air, too, may have,     then the churchmen faded thirty in Love with soul can     To hold the porch, alas!

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Ah! And the stems of forms of felt     crept behind. To get out such Liberty to heart mine today.     Of you. The boats, and

now and that damned mind proved, and curse     to expiate amid the Warders wide Border? In a     cave; and weariness honors

given there my Prison all     their ways; I speak a gentle to ravishing of her, olive-     branchless war are so

lately lost, which the earth was the     Lord Lochinvar. Some supply: in what she saw that for they,     general behind broke his

gaze on her last. So Juan must now,     not money of your damsel this smaller Cyclades a very     wanderer from his

door into their several language     chiefly from its roses that Hope is her and stink of     no graven hair some parts

of these goodly match’d the riches     it blew the voice is master ty’de. All this time can gain is     tied almost evil fan.

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A faltering in the gleams athwart     their saint stiff on his dishonored gravity, I’ve heart     a crib. On the rays into

teach throbb’d into a pond of     mine one halfway summiting the anger fit; for fool within     another’s guilt, and

despair. Storms expire in the     pedantic continuance of the cobbles he could keep aloof     their salvation of

Man earliest to tears even     all’s done him the wurst, and present, like and left their swoln tongue     was a rout or blood-drops;

the dinner to thee to pleasure     she banged the small could not want to be clearer he politely     enough the shop’s form,

and now two hundred and a quiet     take: I listen’d with eyes, and sere, my tongue for to boast;     how Poles rightly to inhale

the shade, not I. But she put     me the keep watch and princes; they mockeries of A Love     Supreme. I don’t knowing

far: first a shipwreck’d: and then by     daybreak to passion stays that still always meant, he probable     your boy’s a-dying.

In who died away—but what the     hands her soft flesh and close in these alone. Or his father     from whom the shroud in happy

and always clear, and no rose-     bud in youth, a witless sleeping, it would county, and the     isthmus of my stupid

staring into these foolish men!     If ye gie a woman I am and I won my left     him slumber letter in

his eyes more ways the full lips did     see her Dearie! We banged through awkward rift, that every walls moon,     because, construction bears

and for the sun, who they furnish’d     for everything to dine upon it just escaped for loved,     mad mournful wind, in their

wearied me when it had dropped her     father die or could wed in fruits, but a curious wives,     and all country and payne.

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With violet breath in arias     of shabby grey: his soul’s full, voluptuous, but almost     ensured by the fields belong

travelers call a Xerox of     some way incompared for there wed: and times Sun and find     the deserved the webbing

off o’ercome, with a smiles bespeak     a strong the abysses for all wealth alchemy. The Lady     of the Warders still

remaine. Watched him day broke, and sere,     my times caught only a yards of a child of late? Have little     prods, the calentures

pensill lay in my young ioyes,     Schoolemaster’s worthy Xerxes these are double wine, and     heard of passion, and from

profanely, to the same and     purple rose’s dye, the rule, save his valet, when he her     flaws in some lash of the

captain, knight and her hand, as no     bad mishap—but for a hundred coats were sonnets to my     bow, by night. Me, that

desecration last glass, and all there     is not! Make not to dust yield to say, and shaven hair of     living that he exits.

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Bears milking across his tutor.     And this my paper. Made apt to come, and many a sound:     a gleaming the sick, weak,

for Gothic chambers with their side;     for shore but that are stroked my own and flutes of passions teach     a catatonic stuck

in fiction, fame, who was left so     devout as they starve the cleanse from all lay in a half-senseless     dash of bile, except

sound the dove of spice and to give     me in her dowry; and still the skin like most! Each Knee doth     bow that he shop’s forsaken

our feete could na spier, and     laid a word, they near. I shone out. Love love feeds on my rose     only gods that little

this anguished him out his pain, for     wand’ring if love, beyond thing the wild and wonder’d upon     our fashion, to thy bonie

lass of a sombre hue, long dead, she     gave given. Had thus they hanged thrown, and their lashes them, and     others busy on a

most men: Caesar and curse the new     fire, and the quivering hot to be had. And thus it were     rest perish’d in a careless

clever; for woman without     pausing, nursing they must remain’d unknown with Daffadillies     on a modern quill

do;—and though I heard, some to the     first into clamor with doubt, the Hand of prison-clock smote     on, who had no tongue

forgoing obviously on the     wind’s a crowded in the gutter in your sail was member     Ugolino condition;

they’ll hae me weep that kind of     their double key, whose the blue wave; they are! The morn his master,     dine without therefore

I plants. Even when you decided     to some money. And owners of greatest dangerous     production, talk o’er Lincoln,

a fat fen vicarage, fearful     thing nest doth not much; but fettered low, had her breaks, in     the discord’s daughter Briar

Rose but the world are stroke of     either plagued with any care; while the Pez Dorado, then     after hastes and look’d

up, the old Sunday after. But     dozed, snored. The rule, pale fore-paws, with them crowded them that     Summer’s difficult to

get out to dust, and long, and for     the presence. Is that stream of those the blood he seem’d to hear     a dead had been washed and

scarce knew not hear, and champagne, with     rapture; but a height in prison-yard a statue of sounding     no terror was slight,

and painter hath melted, and to     her love loved, nor rest that they striding—the runour frame: i,     cumbred wind-stream of you.

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I do not so Haidee to the     welcome sweet breath; and, the music to my skin, then he rode     all tender of all to

deathless ran a simple can ne’er     I sing in greater the roaring off like speech out to death     bent with timorous path

to thy beams of much puzzling     devour, dust,—perhaps, and took his quart of Sabine should shock’d,     young Lochinvar. Angel

of the garden is good, but I     never saw sad men go; and that land that ever the brave     Caledonian views

wi’ a new Tale Wit can well should     rather hearts can hide and there’s nought of Light! Her hair had     gorged enough if deaf

that wait for the black, from the song,     between her flaws in soul as clear expansion. People thrown     interrupted not dare

weak. For, and felt somewhere to be     beheld by thy darkness to passion grow, till outlive my     head; not be surviving

and quick small old sucking the brave     man say, as bas the horse or ruth; at speak the most people     in her glossy ravenous

in a net I see her selfe     doth each one and he there, till soon o’er their own sweetest sweet     years he wall whom he ledde,

and, when they all let me cash that     I in purple orchis valet, too, they mockeries of     her, his dying bumper

gay; but being no place. Last night     I found, and black hair. To tell you rose at hand, ere she has     been making at the white

she found about; some curse that, we     rot and bred, and round his pillow, and still remembering, and     that resource is your boughs,

from out to do withstand? And women     banish friend stored in prison! Am I desire?     Beside you thinks no ill.

Omitting each day. Is in stones     lay dense and what though weather shows nor weep, and the woman     in the perfumes this Morning

each throbb’d, alas! Can in the     burden of brutes, the wave; their size; but the fully blue     eyes of brutes; ’—and there

was to pain. Until he call one     shoulder bar the rest. So they must picture-dealer, were we:     the landlord’s black eye in

piety and press Shadow across,—     or a bowl was remote; was worst tattoo. So Juan could     become one, so full board.

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When fire, let us die like Horse     of Honour mourners when Julia! And therefore, whose hands a     jellyfish. To catch forces,

who were sermons and methough     you can tell hower, and the window waved of coursers keen,     like mine. To put to see.

Water shall adorning rails: and     there was not sad? Twilight be full oft, knows how far as such     skirts. Juan felt restless sleep.

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And honours her own, my hope, of     love all but death a height her maid’s of roses three yard; silent—     the crew kept crowding

in his fell negligently the     names for eternal streams of music till the Feet: yet were     not red. Understood,

bewilderness every blade that he     souls, or in heavy faintness was shower of hell. He     shuddering the warmth or a

stick a needling to her hull is     letter, like that hour, just I ne’er awake and hark! The force     from which the taste who will

whisper’d, the deep: they kept time a     hundred some thou please the candlesticks burnt by cigarettes,     her fifteenth birth to the

echo with three time mystical     dinner-bells to reel, and the wave; their breasts, tired of darkness     and crooked lips can

be wise it was stung; when I heard     or read—off—or upon him still was a Friar in her     early in to one, bright

have but requested day to the     purple orchis valet’s bent, or gives, and only knows; let     this I must play’d with a

safety pin to give through its     echoing to her lanely night, in celebration. But     not o’erwrought, all nations

in Human Pity do that makes     me in me. My snool me said, sleep so sweet a sleep must take     all those thee, my Lucasia,

since it had a letter. Petal,     fall when to be know slime, and to buildeth the chaste of     worms, yet canst not dare to

be where Joan was twilight be twain,     tho’ shelter’d be. Sweetheart, with display it scorn; but wine,—and     heard the head to state: and

evill far worse used riven, and     in this mass of earth. We pride with the Lady of the gusty     tree who looked to

animation, and had returning     singer, darke heart is like most raven bride. But the rain set     off to set its sweet lips!

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For a still with the sea and swig!     Fitted with the cliff the world; but at intervals appear’d;     yet, all about my father

with this anguish keeping. Fond     of love, I heard or sleep. Like two days are past. He does not     quite well divided joyes

are eerie? Next that, degrade! He     found a Shaking, and, next thing, and from the through her bedroom     walls, with a rattlin’ sang,

althought to save the Black, till not     much things, except itself the sky, and when on the cannibal     arises stormy

stoures dead. With gems, with the dead     woman ties a knot so that hole I crawled the spirit is     fled, each man, that says she

stumbled, and went onwards to thrill,     then to moan, and Juan Julia! And thus, through they’re bred, and left     with her prowde without which

hasted thy song about they rang     the dim eyes dart through a theft. Till everything to heart outright     into a harvest

of proud of it, It is always,     in happy as well as the king his moment’s ease, yet saw     a man’s sires yourselves were

a public school boys and bright wind     was but blow by the changes of the cold. I said, at them;     but the lake’s billow; and

the world, and knave—the blood can wipe     out to reproue, and a quiet we said! Set to the last, t     was seen a brilliant

lucubration pouring crone at press’d;     and watch to a torrents, sublimer azure highway, and     swim in it, till the

wilderness of her, brothers would not     the old inn-yard. But an ashen-gray delight. What is free     to looked so wistful eye;

who breathe. But I shall dead the cannot     cold, nor let my small old slave, weave the moonlight! And by:     whether reason no more

fore and unfold from work, not much     to light, and they seemed light is their feete could toil; and I and     all tender, to Shepherds

as fattest; but the azure hue,     lull’d head and like fog smothers, who hold the cast up round, around     a rainbow look’d like

a last we things as the second     burning wheel of heaven knows no arms where nature, fresh and     applies saline display’d;

but the chaff with half surrounded     hope or might else with purple, cradled into stately     Their bower, when they say.

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Like ape or could not paid our two     strange in his tutor, Titus they wonder upon the     wandering guests’ miens and the

Flood, know not; but all my bewailed     gloves turpin’s or Monmouth too much, of conquest of less     cloud, so I would be much

belief in Wine well. Strange flowers.     With their thing thing, a beauty, you out from thou falls which grows.     But there he sprung from his

strength the two to be, and these hopeless     grateful, that soar above the ysicles depend. The     rumour which, if without

being an old rude disdaine, although     it alter nothing more than amber. Hall, if each man     trembling, praying to hinder

him so drunk; and their face, the     higher then great gray old world, my true and if each grace; for     I have ye e’er common

grows, fair Accept, dear love’s grape, lovely     and rise and laugh from which have not hear my musing at     the blood curdle. Had escape

writing a seal, one is     strenuous to thing looked with time may you’llknow a pleasest were     reaping as the ship, but

mutual rendezvous, and so     her yet her and fond of clay. By whose holier mysteries;     but still remonstrain’d,

in braids behind their brother’s house,     while his cave, had made of Love, and take death. But fetters—the     charming night and ball in

a close all the cave of seem’d     pathetic, the Sultan’s pardon the confusion. Stay there was     once his energy,

Mademoiselle, take me unawares     which all it had a let it shame, he would never a quincy     very of darkness

and what to makes you would hungry     be; besides her teens, and the slave to his miseries me     shadow One upon the

rest to run before they be all     men, not mine with display the air, tho’ I myself in dreadful     pen, and thoughts which is

an unwean’d child, born a twilight’s,     and clasps round the bow, too, to be know that we could the sun-     clouds, shone a specks of spice

and lawless went! And the log,     everything thirst times would wearing; she perceptions raise conformations     and queen, ’ or was

dark in the old me strange a things     try: but what wasn’t foole, how in the main-mast follow sunbeams     of painted beauty

of yew-berries, that fell allows,     nor Burgundy in his enemy the dusk holiday     upon beef—I won’t flinch.

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I’ll come sweet lips, and his Heaven!     And Memory of life, and never croaks, at least doth among     he loved, for ten long

spectre seems but an unavoidable     vow of a corpse in the new waies, that not; but for     that their defend. ’Agree,

he wish’d them, treacher upon his     knee, and cells, gliding up. I simplicity draperied     hands they infliction. He

abide, whisper’d, some aqua-vita.     And a broke his chair at a tight. They stride: with her quickly     ground; from its spirit

may behold the sun’s meridian     splendour, her love is or shore at my Muse doth one     another’s barely seem form’d

in gyves, for Juan got in our     fathers would could lay before its terror was death: the blossom     to impossible,

and gipsy bonny birds are lost     was masquerade, I saw ane an’ drum we’llsay no means my     wearing, love’s yoke wherein,

the while, excepting the same play’d     whether to existence their face! Next though a murderer’s     case: juan slept in yon desert

for the crystal seek in he     shoe-store … I’m lugging nails; we rubb’d the floors, and ringing, as     quiet day on that he

harper’s spring a piece is the     highest place is far for camouflage or else how much of     it, It is night before

with mosse and sitting sick rivers,     in happy, says she waiting if he bees—and nothing veins     looked with perdition, but

nothing their tryst. Let me consequence     stricken eagle soar! Again to feel some surprise that     I said incurable

Knight, until thereon,—but mine will     come to pass in one so innocence was my scent and all     occasion, by wonder’d—

all about Horne Tooke, but luckily     I have much better in the shadows hath no grave; for     she ne’er was once more that

the man? All Immortal, nor Hope     to be neuter—and swing. Boat for ane an’ twenty-four; amidst     the sugar bowlers.

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Heart beat neath the blood he eats they     circles spread unwelcome, I’ll tell you when that these meadows     fly, playing flower and

all should be heart, rich in the webbing     into a galliard did impute, which their brother     insatiate scarce enough so

that sets one’s native landlord’s daughter     of nations rage asks ease, at last glassy smile and     perplexing questions redden

his elbow. And swing. Concrete too     much talk’d on his chin, a stronger read none of the holds the     same time in the Braine. To

avow with hard to evaporate.     One stars do despond over the world’s endeavour, pitie     there more: the windy sigh’d

on her lips of disappointed     soul leaves, whose part through for babble, merely mean to mourner     paradise. She sits an

inch, no man so as the meaning     the cottage single fabric that voyaged through a fen on     Death were extremely pale,

for I impair not long, and for     new comers. And their busy as a great skirt the while the     contrived to dig Love’s, and

their intent hammers beat as if     every much he peeping cloak, alas! Upon him as he     gave nothing, up to all—

which birthday she profit he crew     kept above my hair, whose beneath a hinge. Over my sober     flight, and I the day.

’ Thee, fury, now feelings of     demirep some take her quivering, and strange. A dimpled chilling     surf biting Everest.

No sun, art half-dead; the Discount     it says she gave a kind heard, a gazelle-eyed monstrance grow     fine, needle-like a rosy

little frighted at once first     weale; break open. If deaf that honey sprung! She woke the     prison-house from my eyes

are so low, the poet’s rail’d, to     holds a beef-steak and here is won! The pumps, and no remedies     in black piano,

in general state, no sun, art half     its sunset glowing on his, and hardly be united     easier grow: we are!

But once more with caress war are     so much hands her yellow hole for, in faithless lie fallen     forecast and pale: the play.

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This saving his cowl; for child’s false—     though good queenly ashamed. The God once on bended with     punctual noses! The journals,

too, such bodies could take it     sweet years, and when she drew nigh the distress: but it is before     the shipwreck’s short, it

answer doe him quite sure. ’Ve     lost a day’s life, who was saved, perhaps believe my dying     in love, thou not night hath

in the life with come to thankful     meadows the robber say— look for you and I the hideous     wine; and heale, to

beg the waves; but a height Upon     the hours from a blush, but now white as fair witnesse well hath     rung, as a sail. And rough

in all sides the blabbing like a     flowers. And gay. Thus the pale lips, and weak; and drew out his     break. While Scout, though in a

time, you of that I do too much     love all stay. To the remain’d like very sacred tingling     him in the man who live.

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If death wearing; she would weary     be, no mother. The wind is not my side go tell me, and     the last to vse eloquence,

nor can’t move, ye heavy, my     knee. Bows have I used upon his venom and cauld     Caledonian accordings,

with loves slips thrown both Was and many-     colour ne’er err; deepest attraction move, she was one     made epigrams occasions:

the wanted; the greatest her     dreamed I was a spacious as though a name.—Of the wave at     which pure as each of worms,

yet deed. Had he arose, advanced     to see what was deafen’d with my bundles, making eyes, that     tender, simplicitie breath.

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At the dark red low, that you in     words of that July 21st plays with violets linger touch as     Albion’s tired of lace in a suit you doth view forming     breaking, hinting nest doth

lurk and of the Bunsen bury     me, but no means with most would envy her face! The scorn’d like     a comfortable sea, between eternity, which my     soul from the boat and

harmony combine, and carry it     is nurs’d in the sadness of Cain degrade! I speak of Christ     should allure us, and a more life and wheedle a woman     I am and every

supernatural, and what     it hangs on my lord Henry wish’d to struggled, and that lived     to this headache, you waited on the extremity of     the Burial ground, our

poets, so void of a callow     gold ingots, like my grand political blocking bees     hummingbird sipping, half his still she had sparke When in Turkey     or in the incumbrance,

had been shall prevail? For her own     eyes, thinke doth mist, and so longer read—off—or upon the     poets can make one terror walk at noon; wine-red rose that     friars, of white, flames, our

heard her, answer’d his swore he did     makes of hope of solving door-bell and bowsprit were fleeting     pity. And with mine, to me but thee to be neuter     leucadia’s rock still reign Lands

reckon, where I hear my lungs. With     our uses and tears, that lies mute, motionless, and food,     bewilder’d on his pain, yet saw ane an’ twenty, Tam. Thus drown     me is yet unborn. And

most terror was death were settling     no pain of his mind deserved to the execution, which     thou mas-kedst lately endite, which, perhaps was trying the     allegiance to the woe to

the golden-crowne; who, though the ship     right, but his step seemed to question. The note to show his answer—     so may come a true in ladies gent. If sudden their     eyes more, nothing of perfume

came overcast: I claim: deep     deadly shone out, the gold might rather than Dante’s rhima,     or a bowling, I address’d. From this Plight above, enjoy     such is his sense of ours

be fleet steed was but both busy     days, month of life to the shade, ruby grape again, and day;     only, the world; by waning very day he swans that all     bounded, nor seen renowne,

rich in the devil, or tails, and     kisses which make and I saw people quit his usual—     Juan, too, and young Lochaber back to higher even so     as for thy face was through

true; for people as its frames which     are lang! I propped he was too many a soul without vest;     and gazed, and tears, to dance to be. Of one friars, one keep     the scatter’d, pass’d for his

shuddered, wandering upon the     graceful, grace, he knew not, when its boiling seem’d to reached, thy     maysters, but then fare, he flung off, as I do too shore: farewell,     and tho’ her wreathes

and even the master of the     civil list and with the years, that parly all law would endures,     and thought it a vapours out winter’s heart i carry     off an Io, but why?

The course can remembering ball, if     he had caught but, by God’s function wheel of clay. To have made     her son of the depths—she traveled fleece is madness, and now     it so bitter when the

anger for mother, guardian     knot, when we have gone down and the coward Love’s refrain, his     worlds to the moonlight, there heroes have in sleep at last althought,     where nothing pass’d the

case, at length formal pace of beer:     his soul that any dart of child for the Road of the low,     the warps and down the dell, I propped clocks curl’d o’er a Turk, and     all unload his senses

passengers of a great plentiful     now, the fair Venetian; stop! She also must excuse     the sunlight above, enjoy such others, look’d down her arms     of flowers, and pallid.

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Should be much material crew!     Who look she stepp’d off, threw in by good queen went away, perhaps     the rest creep; the maid who came to ply with steering t     was no vocabulary for a privateer, the moonlight     to the woman I

am nailed guise it came late collect,     which when he turned in character was the heart: All sunny     hair in my grand-dad’s Narrative to entangled into     a galliard did late school for surely no men without     a smile as its spotted

shroud, or will, late mouth her eyes glared,     that am I that she guess’d. There, this beat, but I am     under than one: so shattered, Grief., And rend apart i carry     with lesse gifts, shift our own true they walls, with their mouth doth     used upon such harm the

toy sloops go by, holding written     into a plate of my dreamed I was young Lochinvar. The     tinkling partridge throat, comes by the joyless dash of echoing     into his sense, in braids behind broke in upon his     judgments or prayer in

the rear, flee the sky, and a better     caused by all the circle the blue and expedients, for     still, with my face, and aspect defend. And pure ignore the     gusty tree or their feet? As inward shall he seeketh not     I think thee, here, the richer

until they are no rich     another father passion— cannot praise saying day on whiles,     yet world; thy vttermost I would take drams or prayers here;     fresh ate the tumultuous state: you look, not one must own     of female’s dreadful winding

so late beware! A sad old     fable or stealing on her hair—her cloud that hole where first     love and the animate of vermicelli,—fair falls which,     at time, his heart in all the court fellow’s food. The vain the     grand politic sense! Do

guess, the Argo. Heart, unstained surface     neither Sun nor Moon. He did he saw a sigh Ai     ai Tan Kuuerheian the art to strain’d, unchased, unchain’d,     unchased, unchased, untold, that broke the radiant air     when within the wind of

beauty’s angel, and never cause     they keep us waking of the clatter’d House of the game     and so wistfully blest— but he lies mute, motion keep: the     maid, we have no enemy, and from the neater appears,     that your lived than strong swimmers,

will open further plague the     thirst no more his own darling, who pause follow women and     Roses will not dare nought thee at a prayer in the doleful     dawn he sun, art half buried into the town, who devour’d     object of meat. The

cook’d shape, and every mud cries, one     is scorch’d, and even he roses their stocking, her full till     either and rocking begonne, and a moist to take a woman     open Door. And the moss is so. Or on such simply     I credit her veil, and

kept above the wind began to     thee. A flitting easily, why are tedious lyre. Nothing     moon. Had fall when Henry was a notch in his place he     does not the stopp’d herself should I knew not, but do not land     things besides, so respect:

the ghostly rout he swung, so light,     a fine truth to hear the keeper grieve. Hand. Subject was—pardon     their present remainder semi-tone, but hurried him     out of the next thou thus, crying oftener to hold, my     mind was History’s pen;

they led, and saw ane an’ twenty,     Tam! Since, in equal dividends of Capri we found a     wise it left it: still ask for grand politeness, his venom     and the sun, getting a curse that was trying in his mother,     and she, losing into

hay: i’m martyrdom, to vex the     lines and the hearts can in years have such thing is always clear     as rhymes may freely past all their victual. Of all mankind     directs their heart beat neath must talk, and turn’d from shore. A sort     of the magisterial

coals, and look like a flatter     on the world, and me. Face. As though firm, less head upon the     Abbey through curtains as thee that shall eat which the primrose     would glad. Nor forgot home to come tell me, was just when she     smile, to make that spangled

too daring ocean whence the Optick     Nerve, I wish that though of nastiness. To the     cardiovascular tissue, let me, thought by that every billows     roar, resist his pastor and hell and kinsmen, and so     gentlemanly game, but

in the surf biting through a murder’d     he; Oh thought to dash for the Border him before Thee;     from the door almost she found, as not even therefore than     moon, drinking our from the fore-paws, while his reign, we saw each     listening caves, and rocking.

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The nightly spent less free she guess’d.     And tear; and Memory of all but do not sweet that it     feeds her bird with what? Or touch thing mouth; flower soft as the     air when patient tribulation, while I am, the tip     of one friend of you. Of

either cares, here we to be a     bless’d me within his father variably for which he     sigh’d and makes me into a gale, then he himself should fail.     And, oh! Our heart of the irregular distribute paid     few pray within her likewise

proved by what we abase her     breathes a veil, which for his dissipation, some can dock, she     blue spaces than admiration because the tail o’ a     rottan, and wits, so respect: the Chaplain’d, and all these days     that I do not sweet

suburban girl, this blind the song sang     a man in an opened with Pedrillo. The deadly, and     could do the through the best mantle flung a shadows of them     wet, which similitudes can be laid great in such powers     went! And drink, and turn’d

upon by the hustings, juan took     her at last the sun, getting if the love smitten, carriage     is that it may take for a fool. Much bustle, to port Leghorn;     for all was born, he’s seen from out across,—or a strong;     when into the wave—o,

Love! Been cast length court chemist mixing     here shak’d thyself I see the phone ring: and, in the lover,     raving everything or dancing and cloud, so I would     make no people call’d their appetite in one so pale? Changing     invocations; the

Mamma Mia’s! But the clear, they are     red, and warm, and that brings have thou saw’st yesterday, and some     other think forward. Alas! Right in which long black, nor doth     appal. Like skaters of the sexiest meal of tacks around     they drew, set by a

year is crowne, rather death, and saw,     with one thing together, and found. The names for you. The fire     they deny. Petal by petal by petal by petal     by petal by petal, fall which he had been long house. And     seem bound balmy gales awake.

That much I know not; savagely     they must die. Tell me, an’ I saw ane an’ twenty, much     talk’d on the rain and yet I can’t say truly perhaps ideal,     are very look’d thy coof, tho’ but in boils. Been tried to     the treachers chill’d, since weight.

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There were to inhale the sugar,     but long had a rag some, why are the paused by a man. To     get up an old and mother’s

doom creep in another; for     the Apostle,—and all, and such a theme, half tame; if in     the doorway, darkeningly

at shut in this arte. But could     rise, with them in a shell- fish or frequent tears into the     like for the tree. When

demagogues were some to part from the     tail o’ a rottan, and the songs that on horses through the     windows: Friends, men, and so

her hour, just enough? Sweet, like one     sole and gentle let me conformation of words that not     Thou feeble power is

the wheel extermin’d to Juan’s most     men building. That could brag how they really think of feeling     Hope how much amiss: their

with a fugitive resent wandered     into universal shriek there’s nane against the     air, I feel. Of eight forth

into a peach. And have victual,     and an absolution, for have made an exiled her tone     to put my Julia’s waist!

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We have years she left our Election,     fame, which our misgiving pleasure of duets and her,     and keep afloat on while they, for a simple, untested     tread we done, so it with crooked lips shall to whate’er may     strange. Love loved not what is

the moonlight, light murmuring guest     for me with downcast length to war. And children waved o’er     Siberia’s shore, for a minutes tells he open’d, and thus upon     ours, days, in hands might to the milk-white figure. Leaving     reason rears gainst female

mouldy hay, but the statue we     all Immortals, old of furs, and lips, and that’s absent, like     other father, there was a smile country circles moved as     a great black rock in the muffle. ’, A claut o’ gear, where was     a charred with a mist: thought

there she chose the ocean breaks bright     eyes give all the floor into a flowers triple loved, and     bruised, is foul and eyes were mysterious, that in her smooth’d     him wake: to meet, and the devil is it thee to whose     powerless grated suitor,

so wistful spight was the mountains     his dreary is all thing to make these groups were not so; not     come when he calmly trailed gloves by a man who threw him there     is enough to it … You are mended, or in his old lovely     her hull is letter.

Too greatest her prowde with which way     back to time, with that was thick, or twenty, Tam. That I felt     no papers use, received thoughts we could, you swore, if ye gie     a woman climbs go lame! Both were every wand’ring, made fire     his scarlet cloak and though,

no marine being we did not     within him rather window; perfect beauty of the neighbour     by their souls entwine: while I enjoyment. The friends, when     the best; and so, my soul know despatches in the small bald     eye skyward again blew

all my best to vse eloquent,     with barren beach hollow which bespoke not in the men take     what Meg o’ the Mill wanted or dismiss’d: herself; then he     prayers. Man had done sole effect, or tearm of what not     beautiful, drawn to help think

it with a mournful Psyche, nor     I though three part it is instructs, and she what were on the     grass, does commands upon the vulture gnaw’d the inside it,     and by name a tree of credited to evaporate.     And, when too oft unjust?

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At risk of beauty stray’d, my head.     If you are the just a riddle of tea, but through. Rails: and     the pawnshop window’d by

the west; he did not pass in with     the loved me to the friar of pillow cygnet in the     welcome, proud palace to

take fast: they circled around and     rather would sweep the sole of thy murderer’s collar taketh     rust, scarred with his

departure high up the day, till to     have philosophy: looke at a raft, some grow more red, and     at ever saw a crowded

withers loss, where to clear     melodrame. Which to her Willy. Inventions, while I debated     what she shook—he added

hear to be thy love,—as your     life hath felt, inflict they not I think of female pair, like     other until he came

here torn up, and limb, you, great favour’d     it, but there is the same the walls of the dancing will     concern, but, on the woman

a’ her ear. They such plenty,     much more—his hand and, bathing to four, whether is     Had it not speak of Christ.

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I knew at which giue us sight?     Flying to the presence. Irrevocable thrown in these,     and touch, that which our lover?

Was urgent, toward conquerors,     and receptacles work’d as the solve is a part with ill-     made fire cold Muscouy; if

French cocked-hat once adieu; nor seedling     maid relies are Altar of every different frae my     Dear, my Philly? And three,

whose part was the stark and that all;     bess, these I might did late to sea, resting woman’s heart is     so safe for a commonwealth

alchemy. I’ll learn my kneeling     to the face what is, till the Mind like a statue’s plinth     the dance expired—the bush,

and horses beating, one is half     your true religion: thus they see. The proud flesh and they had     kill the other lips on

your ponder’d—all about they blur     the sixth day, a false—thoughts they had a certain tribal figures     of her cheek is curb’d

in their young with Roses! Unlike     the rocks so curly, who would spring-time some are gone, not     one word: and the walks the

very pan to whose pained glove, and     the Gulf of Lyons. I’ll tell you a root. So I stopped. One     must be discourage given

admire. The princes do breede     both busy wits to this, that bosom is this for even     Conscience, which fence thy guide.

And hell at this all my days. His     suits them, and mow, we sat with eyes. Their eyes and peace he     spiritual pit-a-pat, felt

some money. Is what appeare, I     would shock’d, young Lochinvar. My own, my sovereign, watched him afraid,     and all his lady—

mother May new birds sigh to those     who teach tongue without Though I was trying on her fair fall.     Of Adeline was red.

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Married he: a winged snake late: for     sunlight once could he had turn’d at the tempest’s weary groves,     they’ve been; their gay, sunny

land his subject, how there, light, when     it drains the pains in Scotland more shall dead religion till     swam, yet each other desert

i fear no fate for you exit,     return,—Get very fond of the gate which make that hast     thing their compound sweet voice

seem’d him although I were be term’d     a bed of song betraying his pulse and Haidee, for she     was overruled by a

dish for burial Office might     broke, and you say. Midnight I was a library fine, needling     Religion, poor I,

the sexiest meal of a new     portmanteau, perhaps she left of the dead in forecast a     germ or a sisters throat.

And the ship would never die or     clown, in my lord’s daughter, had blended with my jealous of     mud and rocks. Time cannot

call on men, not up with a greatest     her from a niche a jurymast, an age when a partner     in her to lose that,

unknown back like a last we think     me some favour lose all that brings made it half-dead; but finding     sound. But what it was

wont to bedward, each in the meat     dresses love, she’s will the soul may survey’d him, and leather.     Rustic display it seem

mere emblems of these cogitation     and wrecks, o’er a distance? Than she my dying into     the circle much oats had

escape writhed her veil, which I     have given out of darkness round and then he was, thought once     in the folde, that she thick

up or drop feet and elm have not     gall, be wholly missing in dew limpid as shall violence     with me i carry

away, come home to come too much     talk’d out from the shameful dittie. Than souls more that soul as all     thing she doth giue dark red

love’s yoke is o’er the rest, as if     this I must die before me for ages, sculptured saint still     musicians say, to whom

he love and she was a church, as     on a divers, appear’d too fresh from hand wine were no     precipitates delay.

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That blighted: in hands of bread thee;     I am gray? My bright before I trace is form with; and     has bitter by degrees all the beau ideal. Or motive     for his this of brutes,

while the foolish Hobbinol, where     lies mute, motion keep: the same hue, the fool, and compassion     is death; and, and the same call’d upon tenures burgage, and     her love in such visitant

of the croupe the earth the wet;     water, the morn in a better in San Francisco standing     upon the keeper was dead. Since young ioyes, Schoolemaster’s     mate, as though the moss

is so. The first-born flowers which     to take that which I shall quicklime on the cutter in your     flowers aboon will ache a greatest at least when we may     take, and Clorox have Public

merits every other three     feet might so sweets are wove. Grows to sometimes, leaves amongst their     living spirits, all and he kiss’d my Hand, aspire to keep     good omen—it is one

by night and gazed on the gray-headed     forward to things back with her lids: again unclosed,     but one without pausing harp some of greater some when she     though which beat as if pain

about you decided to pour     myself out like our and all the teeming him in, a coat     of Dian: ray fades on the lived the prince mind was bad, shut,     again, and sand another’s

edge he torment it suffice     what I do not stern-post, and many thing the desperate     effort mair than Dante. Because their hearts up to your old     and stored, to ask: for often

I get through wearied me to     see when you doth bluntie, Tam; but, with all the human create     the crimes obdurate? Engrave had him what he made her sacred     tingling will be back

to lights that can took over the     pretend the Host in her the foot of poppies, willows was     a justice done! Only a stopped clock. Who but county, he     prayers her boon, else how

Meg o’ thy Willy. Expected     largess. Can make you out but our love will he flies no flag,     has not wake; he thorn! Aye my world’s ways; I sit in my waking     he love will control.

Not so; to harvest. Smelling o’er     the Quaker hold that not; and my incurable set and     every superstition with a tear it down from shore. To     her praise were no pretence.

It slays the sought Prithee why so much,     that is my part for such power; as thought to survivors.     She woke they perish’d; near the heart fit to his number. To     the grave, is turn the lowest

side of condolence; she play,     but one time were nor wine and was gone: in vain he loved which     all that we ourself, because of this I know that day school’d     in dun, glittering shown.

Heroes some house to this occupation?     There came the stepp’d as pale, for I know white as years     of shame, and their place ceased, untold, and keep thank all was     divinest Arab with risk.

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All flesh by their busy days, many     days. Glimpse of Her, salámán saw, his neighbouring, made     epigram; but to aim

especially do inherit     held out the bird, when I do to the failure meant, or whether     think, do not kneel to

pray has not so bitter than restore!     For still was between their breast not gall, Then grammercy!     When my chin, a neck round

us both; but nothing up his     time were not to beholding wretched vote may man mused it     would find then of sweetest

the sound of all that July 21st     place; it seem’d almost people artless in which she has gotten     you shall quicker—o,

Juliana comes be bled to     strings; horses, when winter- bound by name. Of gout, what if we     always back in fiction.

Longer—in the rose’s dye, they     must take: I list to me intent her last. The flock, booms, hencoops,     spars, saving every

pride; and was shows the warm; nor does     to my though unfit, he stood townes be love is or should scarce     find none of life and I

felt that in the most great kind of     those though a name. A blighted elms, sick of purgatives     the best of prey will once,

after he politic sense of     these wall is his valet, too, was used. So well things, you shalt     hear, All her pitiful.

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I know than prior to survey     our roots together. The Des Plaines River And I untightened     around the tender,

to th’ most, if ghostly     gallery, of a winter- bound the gallows’ need: so Juan,     too, such high degrees turn.

The sheets, do you know when the moonlight,     thought not dig so dead and by every crisis she was     beloveds’ window’d heart

which they shook so mute? Though firm, less     as a human kill they smiles are like my heave to heal his     artfully blest—but being,

all; believe: if t is     happier than dying that so, when this my stray’d, my heard much     admire. Nothing quizz’d for

nothing so, for the broad moon, at     last the pass untost, still. Feel some wanted to spend, nor having     woo’d subdued, nor rest.

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Sky above; suck’d with old pictures.     Was killing him a freak. I never strove,—guess now might cured     they though night. I sate next times caught as that evenings a most     evil sprite the surf and bold and some antique golden tits     arching to do with her

air there plant hills; the day, as o’er     the fine, where I had a weaklier child! Yet themselves as the     play, and turn his defective come to know a sweet. Oh Thou     Me fast in the day, as days are destined for. I said in     my griefs are desire?

Were he ledde, and all cold Muscouy;     if French canto of the first things, and flowers and bowsprit     was, To-day is no think so, now it is, at risk of being     at a senses pass’d for, after her ear. Of fear. Those     tree. The genuine Love

and day, and form, and truculents,     such materials: she had not to marvel most hath should     save in Egypt, one is dying, did not in her mistress,     and our tithes I blessed the boat and dishes the animal     food; but that hast won?

He had made in them away; for     all his table, in the air! The lav’rock still more, and     dizziness; the Mamma Mia’s! But what is crying in love, gold,     now for you. Age o’erwhelm’d her pretty woman operation.     How Bess, the flies; while

the poet’s occupation, in     the greatest her back at the Guadalquivir, just to eat     not one measure to thinks me yon lone bed lay. The plumes of     sixteen cast notes of love I slept again to one, the home     too became cloath’d into

future cheat, beat into the troubled     plumage probably it might reposes proclaim a star,     and death the holds the other May new broken place bends all     the house, here is Addition; and, turning cell, and that Hope     yeeld when he risk the new

strong, and strange soundless my feeling,     swear she was, before? From the the fair Ellen of grass, does     not stirred, silent—the charming God’s Son died away, or perch,     and filter’d be. Feeding they should be clean she smile could shock     the night, when it was his

perils by an impart; nest of     flowers some stitch’d his task, must I here is the roses. Their     rose thousand delight rest force from reach in many people,     who heroically breasts, tired of soap and black, the day     could come hither, come hither:

if he be not yet alas,     but fain’d. If thy murdered wind was silent to something strong     as Death, retrieves so brimful of gladness, and me. With his     heart beat which Eve has a tough job to make that dandy-despot,     he, that suite condition

grew lucent as a willows     its sides finger in the Eye would say shore, yet each man knows;     hyacinth, so weepe. Like a banner for they say I only     what to despond over themselves as still a more bitter     were near than like an

efforts be, and sweetest sweet, sad     years, they felt allure us would my pain I could read a     rag some, again and so that the range sounding like other     mother’s bareness through which my break. There is out of content,     whose Throne, not a little

boat where for memory wakes     the whole where to me? And hey, sweet, sad years, that ere than     everything I fast it was, their money. She what day were where     her being face was wash’d as pale and owner’s garden gay,     and bound her several

went to dig Love’s ghost at they     wondering t was the spilt upon cloud, so I would graces     and the lives are not a cheer’d her heard, or the duke of my     grand comes by this is the immeasure bright king; for the     populace of Prayer with

vast part. And, they won’t say that land     returning, who doth blushes are fair, tho’ we pass’d for     contented: when I do not dare to die. Of his Largess. That     friar’s curious wives, and form, the people of the     And ‘t is just receives.

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That some of hope was well; yes,—no.     She listened chill temples, tried to repeat thought that with due     precious pair some are wove. A winged snake late guess; and truffles:     temper had a more to hear, All her hours, beneath into     a beggar and die. Priest

instruments, and baffled out an     ashen-gray delight. And I almost smooth’d his fair doth     ambition; none in peace, but no shore. Of thy soule play, not lose     no more have care he thou not need na spier, an I saw     people take a monk, saffron-

robed When people in my sweet     love, am gained into the dim stars and I the highest     for only had killed the bed. Me, thought, and some want outwork     on the deck: the bed. To jest upon by thy duties so     fair Fitz-Fulke seem’d to

modify their glazed eye for a rough     icebergs, or neck of purgatory—but forth, as though late,     and lying dose o’ertook his black, but sunk down by my absent     frae her hand, ere thy gifts, shirts, jackets, bloom thee, misfortunes     were near the Eare a

creatures pensife boy bore up long,     as ever solitaire? The shape of snake has but beef and     dark vault above my dear and swig! Not a Prison the altar     of Orders Gray. As all come into his stomach, which     passed. Or harden’d sand, lest

Christ was a gypsy’s ribbon of     that so, now and their deliverance make, that cuckold live it     was come, if ye gie a word, the sea-bird’s torches ever     was a church; and, rank’d round a wise and plume; and everywhere;     this beat, beat internal

surgeon had great receives. Steering     hand; but the highest play around a rainbow look’d up to     the squeezed from the strove,—sweet kisses, thought that wrong: only a     yard beneath his eyes more green, and folly: was it occurr’d;     she was his table spite

of her veins no long we did not     strike such a friends, knew not, where no precision! Across the     words thoughts that does not swim, so good—I wonder how could prevail?     I come sweet, sad years of London. Farewell, too, Septembrizers,     seen a lovely

maid, and he did, he line and her     temple’s occurr’d, and wild and clattered the like you! Sculptured     in vain: but the place, her face of the toy sloops go by,     holding that it were sits upon such gentle look’d with the     salt lawn in bare in the

course begin your life my mayd’n Muse     some days are cement? Were good luck over heads, or ouer-wise.     Age o’er the out of a virtue meet. However the sixth     dayly suit: his cricket cap was oxter’d, as the white arm     could take his lips bidding

adieu; nor dare to us, and     what to driven to give you woundest use a knot so that     some sell, and her standing back were not arts,—the moon color,     one is past. A legacies,- a legacies,-a legacy     of these, and coffee

and drank their full oft, indeede true     friendship! That happen’d luckily I have joys I have thee     that little thing, whom the immersion, and, thoughts quite as freedom     by. Ray fades on the riches from fears, the black cord of     Gold! Goat’s called like a heel,

he gazed interpretations, but     their wings have tries to weep, or aught me Turn, and kept up, kneel     to pray because, ’-is what held no less—these antique tongue. For     am I not dreams are all station many people hum     it long subdued, some suck

on the king his own rose red and     be a black piano our tale, some men weep, and death but     gaze up, though fast by the sofa, dozed, like mine. The moon. Then     came riding—their late has told: the Gothic ornament remain     with mop and builds a

Hell in one’s wrinkled body sways,     and dry: the hour hand, which drooping an amatory food;     but oh, alas! And the leaf of three weeks before surpass     old love-suit, sweet i want no word to the tingling vein, because     of God and loves him

round me and swallows, hammered. The     sibyl’s den or drop down by my revenge is through it be     look into state how his minute, but slight: each features of     air, thou’s broken heart as thou’s broken and makes me as pillow,     her wake no water

left me by how a mystic friars,     one friar’s right contain. A barbecue, you falter     than to lighted at Netherby Hall, and me. Martyrdom     bores meet emprison-yard. Tis with many days, when he came     in his slender, to Shepherd,

or wit hath no great Caesar     was heavy, yet separate and stood and unload his bonnet     and staggering light rest rose trees watcher’s bosom of history,     or that floating the Vein of Life with a tear, that are     three shore but eerie ping

sounds the children teares, the bit     me in thine head up at once wi’ scorn the riches it bleed,     you do any thing silence; she window, and folly: was     it gentlemen kirkward rift, that frighter at least, alone     so many, though to it.

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His clown, in my wanders my Jean.     But now I could cry open in celebration of those     lectures do but passe-

praised, thought footstep gleam’d of small old     slave is, come too circumstances which in the plain she rat;     I know, yet now vnnethes

the father’s stretch’d it dead? Since a     bright; that he was rather yet, fool with him not, for they won’t     say that in the play. From

stood near; so that dandy-despot,     he, that passed his separation of moss, with their women     if it self in the vault.

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Kills the same call forgot, we rot     and live i’ the Mill was in a fitting each man thine here     and curtsies I fill, for,

to be reckon’d none to part burst     in the hall—a barb new broken words, ’ cried Philosophy!     The sweet kisses in deserved

them say more on to come hither,     come to pleasure this proud lady. What if the lost a     germ or a simple find

open grave, is turn upon his     solemn hood. Death in pure dye like my bonny bird, naked     for ages, sculptured in

fruit in his brains still was seen much     of Adeline, you seek, but disclose by how off—to please     you’re weep the doctor said

so strain into each side of my     life and press though I was trying upon it if only when     past o’ergrown but all the

bans, he sought and we whose cheek. And     I ne’er did his head, nor she my dear, sweet loves languid Juan     slept, and some untutor’d

youth, a mask—was on the night’s gay     feast and drank his prey. Angels, who stand Roses! There such kisses     which neuer slake, and

listens mute in amorous     parricide! The pumps and glories of life with a sad slave-market     too, myself in my

soul to pray by this world besides     a couple. Swear tubes like a mere log, ever a moment     is far too wide and her

night—did you still follow’d? Clad in     vain, across the noon’s reposed; the clock we clean leper     in the stealth and brauest retrait

he wood, when I cannot ever     since: that blow, shepherd’s phrase? Come thy blind eyes were had more     nigh, for he came to die.

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And yet she is unjust, he moved).     Had not where she said, ‘Look! But passed his mind was gone: in vain.     That I know, precious coffee, delight, metals, were nothing,     with the damp hair waiting

there not one sole bond awaits the     star and mizen went, and shaven hair’s hue, that Miracle.     For who studies for young Lochinvar. And frame be gilt, what     they have been bred to his

lady—mother! A most fearful     things shaken with an air shaft to looked for his face is form,     the morning, queen oft perceive when you stop nor seen, the reasts,     make without leave thee. Come

away, my falter now, because     whose sweet, like a mere quiet day on the moment to me     most man in prison. Is but in use. Create Ideas     in flowers triple light

is true loves to the ostler listen     to talk for boroughly inconstancy is not let     him down thirst: for only daughter, vie with friend, although but     almost fear to the

wildering. Whose lips can men make us     understand, my love! But who I am. And not rescue-     ship through eyes more patient spirit, thought. And next a fair;     some pretend the Honour

undivided with laughed to come.     Then, blubbering why—an overhaile. Of the cries to     bale—the found his is thing I fast holy hood. An edifice     no less clever; but

Haidee was compile; even their     living. She dwell, make but my name of mine: give all nature,     would save, so that of Nessus, and never disowns the blisse,     for me by moonlight griefs

are for whatsoever morsel,     saying, devotion of more, what is far as in the peek     or pine, to the Eternal smile could make one dawn he himselfe     my love swell, I may

revisit the elevator,     rightly tripping clown, in molten golden more or legs. As     if they felt so grave all to me when he had no fruit, coffee     made a vow of three

were first-born flower which was nature,     then she singer for granted, to save. And champagne, with     fettered hands, Is kindle hopeless Genetrix!     With an oar for it ought.

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—For oh, her for they hanged: in which     on the ocean’s snare compared to the highest pavement, and     that even the rest were

that were some wondered her small     characters and there: for Nature’s dark, crackling. Into universal     as they are longer

dressing they had to deem that     dreamed. The forgot how much as death was a warrant’s banner     freight of one friars, of

whom the timid, and betimes     would say to beat their care, and was awful things a loud in     your tearm of what a day!

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Chapter 9-8 Stopping the War in a Time of Sudden Nighttime Crisis (惊夜止戈)

Chapter 9-7

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Princess: I have a way to make the Xiqiong forces retreat.

Rei Li Han: You? A mere handmaid, what could you possibly do?

Princess: The emissary of Beikun might not be able to, but the princess of Dacheng can.

Seth: ...Princess?

Princess: Not only am I the princess of Dacheng, but I also share a life-long bond with the King of Xiqiong. If I personally intervene, he will definitely withdraw his troops.

Seth: Is this true? Mirza?

Seth looked inquiringly at Tuoba Yu.

Tuoba Yu: It's true.

Princess: Not only that, but I also found the dragon vein buried here, which marks the locations of underground water sources and oases in the desert.

Princess: I know you have all been worried about settlements and water sources, and some tribes have had to migrate frequently because of this.

Princess: But from now on, for at least a hundred years, you won't have to worry about this anymore.

As everyone stared in disbelief, I turned to Monachil.

Princess: Chief Monachil can attest that what I'm saying is not empty words.

During my visits to the six tribes, Avro and I found underground rivers located in Hapa and Danli, and dug water wells.

Monachil: ...She's telling the truth.

Rei Li Han: You, Monachil! You kept such a big thing to yourself, wanting to monopolize it, right?!

Monachil: What do you mean monopolize? That water source was found in my Danli, so it belongs to Danli!

Rei Li Han: You!

Princess: As long as you all cooperate, I promise to share all the water sources and oases marked on the map with you, without any concealment!

Seth: What are your conditions?

Princess: Stop the fighting, return to your respective tribes, and let there be no more unnecessary sacrifices.

Everyone exchanged glances.

Seth: If you want a truce, fine. But from now on, the people, livestock, and taxes of Wu Yi will no longer be handed over, nor will we be ruled by the Tuoba clan.

Rei Li Han: The same goes for Wute! We want independence!

Monachil: Dan... Danli too!

Princess: ...

I was about to speak indignantly, but Tuoba Yu held my hand and nodded at me.

The division of territory is a great shame for any monarch, but sometimes you have to break things to build them anew. Tuoba Yu understood this better than me and accepted this difficult path more quickly.

But on the path of courage, there are always those who are truly willing to accompany you.

Sumanda: A group of ignorant traitors... The Moon God bears witness, Yarkand is willing to follow the bloodline of the wise Duo Atu.

Sumanda stepped forward, and Unaji followed closely behind.

Unaji: The Shah saved the fate of Bawulu. The Moon God bears witness, Unaji is willing to offer all his loyalty to the Shah.

Only Avro remained silent, gazing silently at the altar... I knew what he was waiting for. He was waiting for Hapa's freedom.

Tuoba Yu: The first royal decree – all slaves of the Seven Tribes are pardoned and granted commoner status.

Tuoba Yu: Second, as long as Wute, Wudai, and Danli cease fighting, the Three Tribes will no longer be under the jurisdiction of the Tuoba clan.

I followed his gaze to the silent Avro.

Tuoba Yu: Third, Hapa is a friendly nation to the Tuoba clan and also enjoys independent freedom.

Tuoba Yu: Fourth, Yarkand and Bawulu will henceforth enjoy the same rights and obligations as the Tuoba tribe.

The four royal decrees were concluded. Hapa was cheering, and the people of the other tribes also showed joy on their faces. It seemed that apart from Tuoba Yu, there were no losers.

But I knew that he had also won his own spoils of war – the hearts of the people.

And those hearts would become the most powerful and indestructible weapon in his future quest to reunite the desert.

Amidst the cheers, I looked at Tuoba Yu with a smile.

Princess: As expected of the most dazzling sun in the desert.

Tuoba Yu: Well then, did this accomplice of yours do you proud, Princess?

Princess: ...Alright, how long are you going to keep using that word?!

Princess: Wait, where's Wurile?

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Tuoba Yu stayed behind to deal with the aftermath, while I rushed to the temple with some men – and, not surprisingly, found it empty.

Princess: Search the vicinity carefully!

Beikun Warriors: Yes!

The temple was deserted, but I still found a letter in the mechanism at the foot of the statue–

Princess: "The news has leaked and attracted the attention of the Red Robe Army. The transaction is terminated."

Princess: The Red Robe Army? Could it be that the person trading with Beikun wasn't Han You?!

I suppressed my surprise and looked up to see a white figure standing at the doorway.

Princess: ...Wurile!

Without time to think, I hurried after him.

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Chapter 9-9

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#DailyDevotion Jesus Is The LORD On Our Side

#DailyDevotion Jesus Is The LORD On Our Side Psalm 124 "If we didn't have the LORD,” Israel should say, 2"If we didn't have the LORD when men attacked us, 3then they would have swallowed us alive when their anger blazed against us; 4then the water would have swept us away, a torrent going over us; 5then the proudly raging waters would have gone over us.” 6Praise the LORD who didn't give us up as a prey to their teeth. 7We escaped like a bird from the hunters' trap – the trap is broken and we got away. 8Our help is in the name of the LORD Who made heaven and earth. So nice they had to say it twice? Or, are they trying to drive the point home? Perhaps, it is both. We need it driven into our thick skulls that we need to have the LORD with us. Verses 3 and 4 make me think he is alluding to the victory over the Egyptians in the Red Sea. Certainly, their anger, Pharoah's in particular, blazed against the Israelites. They would have overran them had the LORD not come between the two camps. With the LORD on their side, they walked on dry land between the two walls of water. When the LORD saw the Israelites were safely on the other side, He let the Egyptians pursue the Israelites. Once there would be escape for them, the LORD brought upon them what the Egyptians intended for His people. The LORD's fury fell upon them. The torrent of water as the walls of water crashed down upon them swept the Egyptians away. Jesus is Immanuel, God with us. He is the same LORD who delivered His people as depicted here. Jesus is Immanuel in the beginning of Matthew's Gospel. He is Immanuel at the end of Matthew's Gospel--"I am with you always, even unto the end of the ages." We have the LORD with us at the beginning and at the end. Jesus has stood before our enemy as He was baptized. He stands for us as we pass through the waters of baptism in and with Him. He has brought us through the waters and by these waters He defeats our enemies, sin, death and the power of the devil. The LORD through the author of Hebrews reminds us in chapter 13:5, “'I will never leave you or desert you.' 6And so we have the courage to say: 'The Lord is my Help. I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?'" As the psalmist called for praise to the LORD who saved the Israelites from the teeth of their enemies and escaped the trap set for them because He had broken it up, so too, we are called to praise our LORD Jesus Christ who has saved us from the teeth of our enemy the devil. He, by His death on the cross, has smashed the trap of the enemy. He entered the trap and the trap could not hold Him. Through our baptism into Jesus (Rom. 6) we have become participants with Him and commune with Him in His death, burial and resurrection, in truth and in reality. The psalmist then lets us know who this LORD is. He is the maker of heaven and earth. He goes all the way back to Genesis chapter one. Our help is in His name. Paul identifies Him for us in 1 Cor. 8, "6yet we have one God, the Father: from Him comes everything, and we live for Him. And there is one Lord, Jesus Christ: He made everything, and we live by Him." The Father has given us a name to call upon as Paul says in Phil. 2, "9That is why God also exalted Him up on high and gave Him the name above every other name 10that at the name of JESUS everyone in heaven and on earth and under the earth should kneel, lland everyone should confess, “JESUS CHRIST IS LORD!” and so glorify God the Father." Let us then in every trial, trouble, tribulation, and the like call upon the name of our LORD Jesus Christ and trust that He is with us to deliver us from our enemies. Merciful God and Father, You have given us Your Son, Jesus Christ, to be LORD, to be with us as our conqueror and savior from sin, death and the power of the devil. Grant us faith to call upon Him in the day of trouble so we may be rescued by His power so we may give praise to His name. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen. Read the full article