#This beautiful band is called bears in trees

[fallen-goldfishcracker]

not to be sappy on main but like

I wanna sit with you and have healthy conversations/ our wants, our wills, our trials and tribulations/ sort through faults and fears, the happier years/ let the smiles be the tears replacement

#Bears in trees #I've been screaming about the amazing devil a lot recently (which fair because they are incredible) #But I think it's time to give some love to some of my other lovely bands #This beautiful band is called bears in trees #And they are lovely. And bright. And queer. And make songs about how important platonic love and friendship is #And they will never not make me cry #Honestly I love their new album but I think precipitation will always be my favorite song like #“I know you don't eat at all/ in front of other people/ but one day we'll try a whole menu” #That. That hits hard. #Anyways bears in trees go listen to them now it will make your day #:D #precipitation

[enterssandmans]

mötley crüe x reader incorrect quotes! (p.2)

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Vince, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something.
Y/N: I saw a squirrel in a tree today!
Vince, with the tone of someone who is used to Y/N: Outstanding.
Vince: This is what I’m talking about people.

Tommy: Okay, help me please!
Y/N: Got two words for you.
Tommy: I bet they won't be helpful.
Y/N: Your problem.
Tommy: I was right

Tommy: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?
Y/N: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.
Tommy: Three of us saw it, Y/N. How do you explain that?
Y/N: *points at Vince* Sleep deprivation. *points at Mick* Paranoia. *points at Nikki* Delusional personality disorder.

Tommy: Good morning. 
Y/N: Good morning. 
Vince: Good morning. 
Mick: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit. 
Nikki: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS

Nikki: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things. 
*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder* 
Y/N: *Out of breath* HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.

Y/N: Fight me!
Vince, standing behind them and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not.

Mick: You're right.
Y/N : That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

Nikki: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste

Tommy: We got spring water

Nikki: NO.

Y/N: with EXTRA minerals

Tommy: it's like licking a stalagmite

Nikki: DON'T COME HOME.

Y/N: Mmmmm cave water

Y/N: *Kicks the door down looking panicked*

Mick: What did you do?

Y/N: Nobody died.

Mick: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Nikki : Anything else?

Y/N: Yeah. Stay away from me!

Nikki : Alright. See you in the room we share.

*The Crüe is on a hike*

Nikki : It’s beautiful out here.

Tommy : And quiet.

Mick: Too quiet.

Y/N: Did we lose someone?

*cut to Vince with a bear in a headlock*

Y/N : Would you slap Vince -

Tommy : Yes.

Y/N : I didn't even finish!

Tommy : Sorry, continue.

Y/N : Would you slap Vince for 10 dollars?

Tommy : I would do it for free.

Vince : Rude...

Mick: I prevented a murder today.

Y/N : Really? That’s amazing! How did you do that?

Mick: Self-control.

Y/N : Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?

Nikki : Can everyone in this godforsaken group please learn the skill called "Think Before You Speak"?

Vince : Ya know... it might be.

(@gocryaboutitt you asked and i received ;) let me know if you’d like different bands or just want more parts with motley!!)

#motley crue #motley crue x reader #vince neil #vince neil x reader #tommy lee #tommy lee x reader #nikki sixx #nikki sixx x reader #mick mars #mick mars x reader

[saphirered]

Good morning/afternoon Saph, may I request Harvest Dance with Lucien? Fluff please!

This one's been a while in the making. A little lovesick Lucien coming right up. Hope you enjoy!

He’d sneak away sometimes. Like a fox in the night crawling through the underbrush he would blend and weave between the trees, footsteps covered by the rustling leaves blown from their branches in a rain of vibrance, covering his tracks. Despite the graces Lucien found among the beauty of spring it is evergreen and he longs for the shades of fire, the chill when night settles, the warmth of mulled wine and honey-glazed treats, but most of all the people. Cauldron he didn’t know how much he missed the merriment. Maybe that’s not the only thing he missed. Maybe his desire and reasons for sneaking into the court he once called home were not entirely generic. Perhaps they were targeted to a particular individual. Who is he to say? Who is he to deny the firelight in the distance beckoning him closer? Who is he to deny the calling of the music? He lets it fill his senses. 

Bonfires lay scattered throughout the clearing. No paths converge nor lead to this chip of existence so out of place in this court yet so true to Autumn it makes the fire in his heart beat and burn a little brighter. The people sing as the assembled band plays their mismatched instruments. They dance around the fires, spinning and spinning between partners or simply on their own. There is laughter and unbridled joy but most of all there’s truth. No hiding behind masks. No armour forged from customs and etiquette. There’s only the life your heart feels, the music that makes your feet move and the infectious happiness that laces the air of the clearing keeping at bay the tragedies and savagery beyond. You’re here somewhere. You always are. May you grace him with your presence, your love, your radiance. You do indeed. 

Before he knows it arms wrap around him and pull him close. The initial shock fades when he hears those joyous giggles he’s etched into his mind to keep forever. He’s quick to wrap his arms around your waist, lift you and spin you around if only to see you smile so beautifully. Your lips meet his in a honey-laced kiss. You pull away all too soon and he sets you down, though Lucien is reluctant to let you out of his embrace. 

“You came.” You state excitedly, tracing your fingers over his cheekbone lovingly. 

“I made you a promise when we last met.” He leans into your touch, his lips softly grazing the inside of your wrist, pretending not to be satisfied by the goosebumps that spread across your skin, and the flush to your cheeks. Your brow furrows, a spark of concern taints your radiant energy.

“Is-is it safe for you to be here?” You tried not to ask, tried not to bring up the elephant in the room but you failed. When you lower your head thinking you might have ruined this moment it’s Lucien’s warm touch that lifts your chin and makes you meet assurance in his eyes. 

“As safe as it is for you to be here.” That somewhat puts you at ease though the faint flicker is still there. Lucien will make it his sole task to make you forget. 

He takes a step back, offers you his hand in a bow; a rather formal invitation to dance. You do not put your hand in his so daintily. You do not curtsey in return. No you take his hand and pull. Were he of less grace he might have fallen flat on his face and made a fool of himself, though he is sure you would have had a good laugh and it’d have been worth it especially if you’d fuss over him after he ate dirt. Still he keeps some of his dignity by but stumbling once and allowing himself to be pulled along. You lead him to the biggest bonfire, the radial heat too much to bear. The beads of sweat collecting at his brow do not go unnoticed when you turn to him, work your way through those fancy buttons and clasps with nimble ease and push his jacket and vest off of his shoulders, discarding it somewhere with some other clothes he assumes must be the garments you wore until you deemed them too constricting or simply useless. He bites back the comment forming on his tongue about how quick you are to undress him. 

“We’ll see where the night takes us.” You jest hooking a finger into the neckline of his shirt, an incentive to get closer. Lucien obliges. You lean in close, a hair’s breath away from him and look at him through your lashes. He holds his breath in anticipation of your next move. 

“Now let me show you how the commoners do it in the Autumn forests.” Quick as you are you step away and not even the heat of the fire can replace the spark you light within him. Never once do you break eye contact until you join the circle dancing around the bonfire. He’s quick to step in before someone can take your arm. 

These are not the waltzes of courts. This is ballfolk, commoner’s dance. The steps are beyond him despite your efforts to explain. He might have been paying more attention to the way you move than your actual teachings. Can you blame him? He falls in line pairing up with you. You raise your arm bent at the elbow. A quick look tells him to mimic and he does missing but half a beat but Lucien would not have survived by the graces of fate were he not cunning and quick. Your arms meet at the wrist and you use it to stir him in the right direction. Back and forth, twist and turn, figure eights, best you don’t pay attention to his footwork lest you looking for a good laugh. The music continues. Laughter fills the air. It might as well have been just the two of you in this clearing because everything else ceases to matter when you’re with him. 

You manage to pull Lucien into a dance that goes back and forth. It’s much slower than the others, much closer to a regular palace waltz when no one has reason to show off. To his disappointment half of the dance is spent barely within arm’s reach of you but you make up for it with every passing move by pressing your lips to his. You are gone far too soon. Tease. You know it given the gleam in your eye but finally the last note plays and you’re close. Finally you’re captured in his arms once more and you are not one to deny his affections. In fact you welcome him with open arms, or rather tangle your fingers into his hair and pull him close for a long-awaited passionate kiss. You lean your body against him to push him away from the dancing crowd as to not get in the way. He’s far too distracted to be aware of his surroundings and instead fully submerges in your comfort, your touch and your enchanting lips. 

But then you pull away all of the sudden. Lucien is about to protest but then he notices too. The music has stopped, the voices and laughter fall quiet. The crackling of fire takes over. The crackling of fire and horses in the distance, people in the distance. The celebration comes to an end. The fire grows dark in the flick of some wrists now not but smouldering embers. You reach to grab something and take Lucien’s hand in yours once more. Time to run. You don’t have to say it. Soon trees pass by, weaving through, jumping over fallen branches and springs. You know these lands well but after running for what seems like an eternity, trying to throw off the tracks of whoever came to disturb the celebration, you’re out of breath and so is he. You cast a look over your shoulder and miss a breath, run coming to a slow. Lucien follows suit. You look in the other direction to see some of your friends, your neighbours, your family running in the darkness. 

“You feel like taking a little risk?” You ask out of breath stepping back towards a tree leaning against the bark. You look so alluring, so tempting beckoning him to with a single finger. You drop the garments you’d grabbed but he cares little. Each step he takes is another heartbeat. 

“Quite the theatrics.” Again your fingers snake into his hair putting slight tension on his roots. In retort he grabs you by your thighs and lifts you until you’re perfectly pinned between him and the tree, legs wrapped around his waist. 

“Says you.” You breathe leaning close but now it’s his turn to always remain a hair’s breath from you. Tiny victories and petty payback but when you whine he almost gives in. 

“Says I.” He barely has the time to get the words out when horse hooves and whinnies close in and you close the distance. Your tongue dances along his lips until he meets you. Pulling his hair you angle his head to deepen the kiss even further. When the unwelcome guests are close enough you are sure to let out a lewd moan. They slow down. Lucien makes to pull apart but you urge him to stay. You can feel that smile against your lips, feel the speeding of his heartbeat. And then finally the clearing of a throat has you pull away. Gently you guide his head down to your neck and Lucien decides to even the score yet again, or maybe you’ll retort more severe when he trails kisses down your neck, letting his tongue smooth over where he sucks just a little too much. Never painfully of course but enough to leave a mark or several in the morning. Perhaps you’ll gift him some of his own in return. 

“State your business.” The guard awkwardly tries to impose. Lucien feels your repressed laughter and meets it with a soft warning bite. 

“I’m sorry sir- I-uh-we are a little preoccupied in case you couldn’t tell.” Whatever the guard is trying to say falls silent. Exactly as planned. You notice him shift from foot to foot unsure what to do or how to handle this situation. 

“Very well then.” He clears his throat again. “I recommend you get out of here now.” With that Lucien gently lowers you to the forest floor until he’s sure you’re on stable feet. You address the guard over his shoulder, Lucien refusing to raise his gaze or turn, for his safety and yours. 

“Of course, sir. That’s very generous of you. We’ll be on our way now. Good night.” With that you reach down to pick up the garments you dropped. The guard does not feel like sticking around and rides off. Once you’re sure no one is in earshot you laugh, truly laugh. You lean your head against his shoulder. 

“That went better than expected.” Lucien sighs in relief as you hand him his vest. He realises you grabbed his coat and vest when you could. Best not to have those laying around in Autumn when he’s technically still banished. He notices you didn’t manage to grab any of your own garments so when you hand him the jacket he instead drapes it over your shoulders. 

“We should probably get out of here. The guards are none too happy about our little celebrations.” You lace your fingers with his and begin walking. He follows along allowing himself once more to be guided by you. You take to humming a melody, dancing to the beat of your own song as you walk, spinning and twirling along the way until the torches of the village come into view. A wave of sadness washes over Lucien. He doesn’t know when he’ll next see you. He’ll be back in Spring and you’ll be stuck here. To be separated yet again… Why does it have to be so soon? But then you turn to him, back to the village. 

“Stay the night?” You ask. It catches him off guard. Your previous escapades have been until sunrise when the celebrations would end and the people would return to the village but here you are inviting him, truly inviting him into your life. Though he once thought he might have many doubts he finds clarity in his mind. 

“Yes. Of course.” Lucien blurts before his mind can reason why this is a bad idea. “Some might think twice before inviting me into their home.” He jokes.

“Oh yes. You and your promiscuous reputation. Whatever will this innocent fae do or think? I might be tainted by your wicked ways. A good and honest Autumn citizen no more-” You drag on but it’s Lucien’s turn to pull you in. By your clasped hands you are pulled flush against him, unprepared. He catches you and you manage to find comforts in his body catching your stumble. 

“Graceful as ever.” He jabs and your mouth falls agape at the insult. 

“I have held my tongue all night about your lacking dancing skills and this is how you repay me?” 

“My apologies, my honourable liege. I believe it was I who held your tongue.” You groan and let yourself fall against him once more. A muffled ‘you are the worst’ has him snicker and place a kiss atop your head as he wraps his arms around you to comfort you. He’s the reason for your pain right now after all. You’ll live. 

#acotar x reader #lucien vanserra x reader #lucien x reader #acotar lucien #lucien vanserra #lucien acotar #acotar #acotar fanfiction #a court of thorns and roses

[credince--writes]

Deep In Those Woods.

Keegan P. Russ x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

AO3

You find a strange man in the woods, no doubt running from the federation. He seems, well, in simple terms beat to shit. May your act of kindness not go unpunished.

...

Alr guys, I've tried my hand at writing x reader but it goes so much goddamn faster writing for vague characters versus 'yourself'. BUT IMA TRY IT AGAIN BITCH!

It wasn't no man's land, but it had seemed no man dared to step into these treacherous lands.

Of course, until they did.

The thick woods, large mountains, and the pure water of the creeks that ran through the lands were seemingly forgotten.

Of course, it was, all until it wasn't.

It started with limited activity, maybe a helicopter, maybe the sound of a plane buzzing past too high in the sky to really know who or what it exactly was.

That's around the time he went missing, your brother that is.

The presence of Federation soldiers was small but large enough to know that this wasn't a simple injury in the woods- a broken ankle, anything of the sort would've been called through the radio.

You'd trusted him enough, trusted his skills to not fall victim to a bear attack. You'd both been raised out here- knew how it worked. It would take more than the maternal rage of a bear protecting her cubs to take either of you down.

Your father was what you'd consider a prepper. Long paranoid and embodied with the 'True American Passion', which was then instilled into you both from a young age. The property was bought long ago and turned into an off-the-grid homestead far away from the nearest town. When the evacuations had begun the two of you had waited before looting.

It seemed wrong at first.

But it was for the best.

The broken windows of the old shopfronts a days travel one way you'd gazed through as a little girl. Ripping open the doors to cars to pump the diesel from their tanks. The cases of fuel stabilizers were put to good use after managing to hotwire an old truck.

There was resistance, but if your father had taught you anything it was to stay far, far away from organizations like that. The kind that would preach equality, to give to the poor and help the weak but would strip you of your resources if they only knew how well you were stocked.

It wasn't selfish, no.

This was survival.

But that was a long time ago.

Dad died of a heart attack a few years ago. He was buried under that apple tree he'd snap a branch from to beat either of you two if God forbid you stepped out of line.

Seemed like a fitting place.

Better than feeding him to the pigs.

Civilization had started to heal itself, the local farmers proving their worth after the large highway's bridges were blown up. She'd remember vaguely hearing it was the ranchers, banding together to protect their lands.

Either way, whoever had done it had done a good job. The landscape protected those who called it home, those who respected the danger of its beauty.

And the days would blend together- the crippling feeling of loneliness, the suffocating sound of silence filling the cabin. You prayed your brother was alright- you could feel, deep down, that he was, he had to be alright. But you couldn't go look for him-

You weren't naive.

You know what they'd do to you if they captured you.

Your knowledge wasn't useful to them, no something much more horrifying.

Your body.

The soft clucks of chickens could only do so much to fill the void- the carnal need for social interaction. Even the arguments over the smallest things with your brother scratched the necessary itch, but once all of the chores had been done, everything dusted, organized, canned, prepped, dinner made, herbs dried, pillows fluffed, clothes mended.

You'd sit in silence.

Waiting.

...

Keegan was tired.

Exhausted.

Running on the fumes of fumes.

And God, did everything hurt.

He'd been hurt worse before- he thinks. But he knew it was starting to get bad, really, really bad when he could no longer feel the piercing pain in his chest, the throb of his ribs, the searing pain in his thigh.

His attackers hadn't survived- he knew that much. But his radio had fallen victim, and as much as he hated to admit it, he was close to being a casualty as well.

But he was stubborn.

The kind of stubborn bred into his genes.

He kept moving, stumbling through the forest bouncing from one tree to the next, tripping over himself and sending himself tumbling over a ledge and into a creek.

The water was cold-

He could feel the water slowly trickling over his cheek, soaking into his clothes as the soothing song of the water meandered past lulled his sight into darkness.

...

You suppose you could fill part of today's void with laundry, maybe even dipping your feet into the creek would bring some kind of temporary relief. The song of the creek shooing away the silence while you'd crouch in its safety.

Pulling the basket down, making your way out and through the pathways feeling the morning sun kiss the back of your neck as you marched seemingly on autopilot through the trail and onward.

The songbirds in the morning, the light hazy sound that the bugs would make as they hid in their crevices.

The sound of your footsteps soft against the fallen leaves and moss, the occasional squelch of mud.

Making your way to the creek, finding the large rock you'd sit on, and waiting to procrastinate the inevitable chore you'd find yourself mindlessly toiling at until sunset.

But there was a boot.

Why was there a boot in the water?

Your eyes narrowed at it, fell to its side sunken, and caught against stones with its added water weight.

Fear crept up the back of your neck as the implications of another person nearby becoming much, much more material. It wasn't something that could simply drift along the creek-

someone was here.

And there was no way to know if they were friendly- if there even was such a thing as friendly anymore.

Hesitantly, pushing your hands onto the cold stone and stepping into the creek, leaning forward to peer up the stream for your eyes to land on what was seemingly a corpse-

missing a boot.

A rifle strewn to his side, a mask, a helmet- a thick vest with a seemingly endless number of things tacked and strapped onto it.

This was a soldier.

You stepped forward, against better judgment to further investigate, eyes falling on the deathly pale skin. Hand reaching hesitantly up to grip the hem of the mask, some kind of skull-like distortion painted into the worn fabric.

Their black grease paint smeared and mixed with blood, eyes shut-

Which is why you felt like you'd jumped out of your skin when his eyes opened in a flash- the moment you'd tugged the mask upward. A large hand splashing through the shallow water and gripping onto your wrist, grip deathly strong as you shrunk back trying to pull your wrist away.

"Ssm.. Away." He shouted, voice slurred and eyes staring off into nothing as if his cold and tense body was acting on nothing but instinct.

English?

Was he-

He just spoke English.

He was American-

His grip became weak, his hand falling to his side as his head lolled as he lost consciousness again. Your body sparks like a live wire as you lunged forward, hands gripping onto his vest and calling out to him, trying to have him open his eyes again to speak, to clarify a thousand questions racing through your mind at that moment.

Your head lifted, frantically searching your surroundings trying to see if anyone had been with him. Letting out a frustrated puff and standing, trying to grip onto a strap on his vest and dragging the accumulated sopping wet dead weight of the large, unconscious man onto the moist dirt shoreline of the small creek.

Struggling- thoroughly before getting his upper body onto the dirt looking around as if questioning your own sanity.

Was this a good idea?

How could it be a good, idea- this was a red-flag paradise.

But, he was American.

That didn't mean he had good intentions.

But he is a soldier-

You think.

You think he is a soldier.

Why would a soldier be all the way out here?

Mercenary maybe?

A theif?

Your eyes narrowed on the thin line of blood tricking through he exposed flesh of his mask, over his eye.

You exhaled, closing your eyes and bunching your hands at your side while you started running back for home.

Throwing a pot of water onto the wood stove to start boiling, scattering out a bag and gripping the handles of the wheelbarrow full of firewood, dumping its contents out onto the soft earth before yanking it back and charging forward on the path to the creek.

Loading the man's body into the wheelbarrow was easier said than done.

You weren't proud to say it, but you did drop him.

More than once.

A few times, actually. Finally opting to throw his upper body in first, lifting his legs with all the energy you could muster and finally tucking his arms in as if you hadn't just dropped him like a sack of shit seven times prior.

Pushing him towards your home.

Simply pushing the wheelbarrow into the open space of your living room, pushing the couch as far back against the wall, and dumping his body out onto the wooden plank flooring near the stove.

Shucking the vest, the gear, unstrapping the gun, and putting it far, far away. The knives kept coming, tucked into random spots, hidden and clipped and strapped under every layer.

The mask was finally removed from his face.

The pants went too.

You'd forgotten his other boot in the water- you'd have to get it later.

It was like finding a stray dog- a dirty, bloody, unconscious dog.

But it was a large, shirtless, stinky man on the floor of your cabin.

You'd leave those thoughts for later.

You tended to his wounds, cleaning the blood from his skin, disinfecting and pulling the gunk from his cuts, carefully stitching the long gash on his thigh back together.

Setting a pillow under his head as his breathing began to even out, the heat of the fire warming his skin and bringing color back to it.

The many scars that rippled across his flesh.

You sat back, exhausted, staring at the rise and fall of his bruised chest. Listening to the sound of his breathing, albeit faint.

But all you could think about wasn't the fear gripping onto your ankles like a vice.

It wasn't silent anymore.

#Call of Duty #Keegan P Russ x reader #Keegan Russ x Reader #Call of Duty Ghosts

[rhythm-of-space]

Bloom

notes - hi! I wrote this a while ago and it's just been sitting in my docs collecting dust. I also have a dad!jake and dad!josh written if anyone is interested (sam is currently in the works!)

a huge thank you to @sunfl0wer-power for the header and listening to my endless commentary about this and @allieisacrybaby for the encouragement 💛

warnings - none. Just dad danny and sweet sam!

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“We’re leaving, babe!” you hear Danny yell from the garage. You get up from your place in your garden where you were tending to your new sprouts and waltz over the car where Danny is securing five-year old, Francine, in her booster seat.

“You sure you don’t want to come with us?” Danny urges as he envelopes you in a warm bear hug you know so well.

“No, I’m okay, I need to get some work done here. I love you, drive safe,” you kiss him and then move over to the little girl waiting patiently in her seat.

“And I love you! Be brave.” You whisper the last part into her ear before planting a gentle kiss to her forehead. You move away from the car to watch Danny reverse and wave them goodbye as they drive off on their little excursion.

-

Danny pulls into the parking lot next to the only other car there and hops out to unbuckle his daughter from her constraints. Her big amber eyes squint at the brightness of the summer sun as her feet meet the gravel on the ground. Danny gives her an encouraging smile before locking the car and leading the way to the trailhead.

They walk a few minutes before making it to the clearing they frequent often when he’s home. The field of flowers in full bloom, the stream with water clear as day to the side, and an area under an old oak tree where they usually lay out a blanket and enjoy their time until the sun starts to set. It’s their little oasis away from the hustle and bustle of their life.

Yet this time there’s a visitor knelt over a bundle of wildflowers, taking a picture of their beauty with his phone. Earlier that morning, Danny got a call from Sam to talk about an upcoming festival they were scheduled to play at and they got on the topic of plans for the day. Danny invited him to tag along, saying it would be a good opportunity to bond with her, and after some persuading on Danny’s end, Sam complied.

Once Francine makes out his face, her steps falter, falling behind Danny’s pace. He realizes she’s not next to him once he’s a few feet from Sam and turns to see his little girl's face full of worry. She finally catches up to Danny, but stays behind him, his body acting as a barrier between her and Sam. She clutches her arms around Danny’s leg, squeezing tight to find the comfort she always receives from his presence.

“Hey Frankie!” Sam greets with a bright smile. But she just huddles closer to her dad and whispers a polite yet mousy ‘hi’.

Sam has come to learn to not take offense to this behavior as she does this with everyone with the exception of her parents and Uncle Jake due to his laid back demeanor. Though, he is so headstrong that he is determined to connect with her, one way or another - he is her namesake after all.

-

Since she first opened her eyes to the world, Francine has been a timid little thing. Despite her dad being the drummer of a rock band, she likes the gentler, softer side of life - coming up with stories, creating the most beautiful art that a five year old could make, and her most favorite of all, the little critters that inhabit the Earth. When entering the Wagner household at any given moment, you’d find plastic bugs littered around the house, Planet Earth playing on the television, and Francine with one of her parents (or both when she pulls out the puppy dog eyes and they can’t say no) looking for creatures to observe in their backyard. There has been a push lately in efforts to get her out of her shell and trust those who care for her deeply and it has not been an easy process. She cries when her grandparents babysit, she often stays in the greenroom, away from the loudness and crowd of strangers while her dad is on stage, she even stayed by the front door while Danny met Josh’s newborn baby for the first time.

Something that always comforts her in these moments is Danny. Nobody could have expected how strong their relationship would be. She thinks the world of him, and obviously Danny does with her. The warmth he provides has become a safe haven for the little girl who finds the world too big. She had caught onto Danny’s soft nature; how he can make anyone feel a sense of home with his tender words, a sweet smile, and a love that is all-enveloping. It’s a sense of calm that grounds Francine in the most worrisome moments. He is her protector.

-

Sam expresses a reassuring smile and turns back to the flowers that have taken his focus.

“They love this time of year, you know,” still in a knelt position, he points to the flying pollinators buzzing around the petals, “This is when they get all their food to store for the winter.” A bee lands on the bundle of flowers right in front of him and starts to hunt for pollen.

Francine’s attention is grabbed in an instant as Sam continues on with his basic bee facts he learned in the seventh grade. Her head pokes out from behind her dad’s leg to see from her vantage point.

Danny feels a small tug on his pant leg and looks down to see her curious eyes looking up at him.

He kneels down to her level, tucks a loose wave of hair behind her ear, and whispers, “What do you think? Should we get a better view?” He sees the hesitation written on her face as she chews on the inside of her cheek, “can you be a brave girl for me?”

A few seconds pass before she nods in confirmation. He straightens back up and unfurls his hand, welcoming her little one and clasping it to his own in a comforting hold. He leads her over to his best friend who is still enthralled in the liveliness of the bees.

“You see that, Frankie? They're just going on with their little lives, finding food, pollinating the Earth one by one. Each and every one of them are valuable and needed - just like us, huh? Just like you, your dad, me, we all matter in this little thing called life..”

The bee buzzes off to find another flower, “...oh look! There he goes! He must have business to attend to.”

“No, Sammy,” Sam and Danny whip their heads towards her in both shock upon hearing her speak up, and in wonder at what she’ll say next, “The worker bees…they’re all girls.”

“Oh, of course! I’m sorry ladies, keep up the good work!” He yells after them, as if they’ll understand and turns to her, “They’re hard workers, huh?”

She nods in agreement, “Very. Um, Daddy got me a book all about them and how much they help us. I c-can show you it next time you come over…if you want to see.”

Squeezing Danny’s hand, she waits with bated breath for his response. “I would absolutely love that, hun. I can’t wait.” Both of their faces light up to show off their beautiful smiles.

“Hey, I noticed a big patch of flowers down the trail, should we go see what else we can find?” Francine peers up at her dad as a silent ask and he looks down at her with wide eyes in excitement to encourage her.

He expects to have to pull her along with him hand-in-hand, but to everyone's surprise, she brings his hand to her lips to place a soft kiss on his knuckles like she's seen her parents do many times before, lets it fall to his side, and walks along with Sam. It’s as if she was the one comforting him - telling him that she’ll be okay.

After collecting himself he pulls his phone out to capture a video. It shows them walking off a few steps ahead and her talking with her hands, getting animated like she does when she's really interested in the conversation. He goes into his contacts and finds your name, needing you to see how big your little girl has grown in just a couple hours. ‘I’m so proud of her!’ and ‘she’s so brave!’ are passed back and forth before he says he’ll be home soon and can't wait to tell you all about the progress she’s made.

He rushes to catch up to the newly-made friends to find Sam kneeling again, picking white daisies from the root. “Don’t worry, we’ll leave some for the bees.” he mentions towards Frankie who is examining an ant hill not too far off.

They stay there for a while longer, Francine has convinced both of them to look for bugs with her; Danny teases Sam the entire time as he is new to the activity and not very fond of the tiny creatures that crawl on four or more legs - but he’s a good sport for her. As the sun starts to set on the horizon, Danny sees the tell-tale signs of his little one losing energy - the constant rubbing of her eyes, long yawns, and the way she starts to cling to Danny’s form.

He picks her up and they head off back to the car park they pulled into that afternoon. After securing her in her seat Sam pops in to wish her farewell, “Here Frankie, these are for you. I had such a fun time with you today.” He’s holding out the flowers he picked back at the clearing as a gift, a memory of today.

She beams up at him with heavy, tired eyes and cradles the bundle before Danny closes her door, ready to get her to bed. After hugging Danny, Sam leans against his own vehicle, giving them space to back out. Before they drive too far, the car window rolls down and he hears a little voice, “Goodnight Sammy, I love you.” All Danny can do is smile wide and keep his eyes on the road to get them home safely. It was a successful day and he wishes you could have been there to see it.

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#greta van fleet #sam kiszka #danny wagner #danny wagner fic

[bluesguy54]

Appearing to grow out of bare rock along the Lake Superior shoreline east of Grand Portage is a sentinel-like small gnarled tree with twisted branches. Known as the Spirit Little Cedar Tree—Manidoo-giizhikens (various spellings) is the Ojibwe name, while others have called it The Witch Tree — it is held sacred by the Ojibwe people and lives on their tribal sacred ground on the tip of Hat Point, looking out over the waters of Lake Superior as it has for 300-400 years.

The earliest written record of this sacred tree first appeared in the 1731 writings of French-Canadian fur-trader/explorer Sieur de la Verendrye (1685-1749), who at the time noted it was a mature cedar. The iconic weathered Spirit Tree has survived gales, ice floes and blizzards, and today is considered Minnesota’s oldest living landmark.

Why is the Spirit Tree twisted, stunted and gnarled? The ancient tree is a northern white cedar (Thuja occidentalis) that seems to have begun life centuries ago inside a crack in the granite rocks. At some point, something damaged the tree’s crown leaving it with the distinctive bonsai-like stunted branches. Then, the original trunk became entwined by a root sprout, giving it that twisted aged look. And in time, the tree’s roots reached down to the lake through the crack. Spirit Tree barely reaches 15 feet in height, while northern white cedar trees normally grow 50 to 80 feet tall.

There’s legends and lore about the Spirit Little Cedar Tree. According to one Ojibwe legend, a hawk-like bird spirit is trapped inside and can wreak havoc to canoes and paddlers if there is no gift offering of tobacco. Another tale tells of an evil spirit that once resided in the tree, but was frightened away by the guns of arriving Europeans. Then there’s the story that the Spirit Tree was a woman who, following a vision, went to Hat Point as a lookout to look for some kind of change that was to come from Lake Superior.

Many believe the Spirit Tree has healing and mystical powers. And for centuries, the ancient tree has been sacred and of spiritual significance to the Ojibwe people of Grand Portage. Over the years it has also been a silent witness to the history of Minnesota’s North Shore and served as a landmark to paddlers passing by.

So, how did Spirit Little Cedar get the nickname, Witch Tree? Minnesota-born artist Dewey Albinson lays claim to first using the designation “Witch Tree” in 1922 after painting the iconic tree. He is quoted in the article “The Artist as Chronicler” by Mary Towley Swanson as saying it was “incredible that this wind-twisted old cedar can have braved the elements for perhaps four hundred years. In the old days, the Indians would portage across the point back to a gully to avoid passing the tree and the Evil Spirit that lives in it and dared only approach in large groups, drumming and singing, and bearing gifts of tobacco to appease the Evil Spirit.”

Traditionally, to help ensure safe passage on the waters of Lake Superior, which could suddenly turn wickedly turbulent, people made offerings to the Spirit Tree. In his book Minong -The Good Place, author Timothy Cochrane explains the Spirit Little Cedar Tree is the “traditional place to bring prayers and offers for a safe crossing and fishing success. Offerings of reverence and tobacco and ribbon—and earlier, vermilion—were left at the foot of the tree.” Cochrane also warned paddlers about the underwater lynx Mishipizhea, who supposedly had an “aquatic lair” in the nearby waters.

The Spirit Tree has inspired artists like the distinguished Ojibwe modernist George Morrison (1919-2000), a member of the Grand Portage band. In an essay by W. Jackson Rushing III, he writes, “Morrison was interested in magic (as an Indigenous medicinal practice) and the magic of nature, which would explain part of his attraction to the fierce beauty of the tree.”

Morrison’s former wife, artist Hazel Belvo, painted a series of paintings of the Spirit Tree, which writer Mary Abbe in an article in the Duluth Star Tribune (2013) described as “portraits of an ancient soul wrapped in a carapace of living wood.”

Stunning images of the tree have been captured by photographers like Travis Novitsky of the Grand Portage Anishinabe Nation and Bryan Hansel in Grand Marais. And the Spirit Tree / Witch Tree is featured as one of the world’s 50 historical trees in the recent book Wise Trees by Diane Cook and Len Jenshel.

Since 1989, when the Grand Portage Band purchased the property on which the Spirit Tree lives, access to the site has been closed to the public to protect the tree. Hiking down to the tree is prohibited unless accompanied by a tribal member of the Grand Portage Band.

[desertdollranch]

A Day at the Pumpkin Patch

Last week, Canyon Creek Guest Ranch opened its October pumpkin patch! There’s no better way to celebrate the joys of autumn than to be outside, appreciating the harvest and all that the land gives to us.

Admission to the ranch is free, so that everyone who wants to can enjoy it. You only pay for what you pick, eat, or take home as a souvenir. 

Grannie has been putting up signs along the roadsides directing visitors to the ranch. Will your doll stop by?

Grannie, her daughter Kendra, and Kendra’s five daughters Jillian, Sierra, Leanne, Willa, and Evelyn have been planning this for two years, since the last time they hosted a pumpkin patch. That occasion wasn’t nearly as big and full of activities as it is this year!

Although the children loved helping the pumpkins grow and counting down the days until the patch opened, there is so much to do here besides visiting the fields.....

.... But that’s definitely a good place to start!

Leanne drives the old-fashioned wooden horse-drawn wagon (a family heirloom) that takes visitors to the pumpkin patch. 

It’s not too far away to walk, but if you’re carrying a lot of pumpkins, it’s much easier to hop in the wagon with them and catch a ride back to have them weighed and priced.

If you do want to walk, like Katie and Ashlyn did, you can borrow one of the little red wagons parked at the edge of the field. 

Katie imagines what it would be like if she had to roll her pumpkin out of the patch--it would take hours! She has her heart set on this big one. 

Tally also fell in love with a big pumpkin. 

Cara hasn’t decided yet which one is her favorite. 

She loves the strange appearance of this big one, but that would take a long time to carve.

Maybe she’ll try a smaller one?

This one is perfect!

Ellen and her little sisters Kendall and Frida picked so many, that the wagon is almost too heavy to pull! Ellen hasn’t noticed yet that Frida got in the wagon and is making it a little heavier.

The pumpkin patch is only the first stop on the hayride. It will also transport you to the apple orchards to pick apples off the trees. 

Mari, Emerson, and Geraldine are stopping for apples first before getting their pumpkins.

Iris is already at the orchard, filling her bucket with Granny Smith apples.

She tries one right off the tree. 

It tastes like sunshine, rain, and woodsmoke. 

She can’t bear to take home only a few...... she needs a bigger bucket!

Fernanda has her crate full of beautiful Gala and Golden Delicious apples.

When you’re done picking pumpkins or apples, you can hop back onto the wagon and let it take you back to the ranch, where you’re sure to find something else fun to do! 

You can stop by the snack bar, where Layla is offering lots of homemade goodies: kettle corn, caramel apples, fresh cider, and apple cider donuts.

Kendall got a caramel apple.

There are also lots of yummy things to take home with you. Pumpkin pies, pumpkin bread, green chile tamales, or fresh produce grown right there on the ranch. 

Jane takes her donut into the corn maze, so that if she gets lost at least she won’t be hungry. 

Kendra is overseeing the roasting station. 

She’s roasting red chiles, corn on the cob, and piñon nuts in a traditional adobe oven called a horno (pronounced OR-no).

Nearby, Mosi is checking out the petting zoo, with its many friendly baby animals. All of them are adoptable from several local animal rescues! 

You can get your picture taken at this photo stand-in as a souvenir!

Or get a souvenir photo posing with some pumpkins.

What grand finale could possibly make this day at the pumpkin patch even better? 

Naturally...

A performance by the Dusty Mountain Dollies! They’re only the best all-girl bluegrass band in town, AND they’re always happy to perform for special events!  

#pumpkin patch #grannie #the dusty mountain dollies

[aonoexpat]

05-11-2023 (2/3)

The next day we resumed our way inland, made a quick stop at "the T-rex tree":

...and drove down to the famous Buller gorge. The turquoise water was beautiful in the sun when it did come out, and I paid a little too much money to be allowed to walk over a bridge, and then zipline back head-first!

After that thrill we continued on our way, and made it to another so-called Nelson Lake that I hadn't yet visited on my way down the island: lake Rotoroa. Though the views were beautiful and the hikes around there pretty nice, the sandflies were absolutely ruthless and they made it impossible to be stationary outside. This meant dinner had to happen inside the cars, and afterwards we all piled into my van so we would have some company :) And we actually felt an earthquake! We all thought it was one of the others shaking our cars, but we checked online the next day and it had truly been a little earthquake.

The day after that, it looked like we would have to split up once again. So I made my bear wave goodbye to my lovely friend:

And continued on to Motueka. It was very cool to return to a place that I had already been to, which also meant that with that stretch of road, I had officially closed my loop around the island!

The other friend that was still with me and I relaxed by the beach for a bit, and then I got lucky enough to meet the man behind many a backpacker facebook page. We spoke a bit about finding work, about travel plans, and then I asked him about the self-contained certification for vehicles. Contrary to what every mechanic in the country so far had told me, he said Elrond could get re-certified! Apparently he knew a guy who still operated under the old rules, so I immediately got into contact with him. I got super excited because a new certification would immensely increase the resale value. I spent that entire day making the car look nice, making sure all the necessary parts were installed (which included two trips to the hardware store), and after that entire whirlwind, Elrond passed the test with flying colours! I have since received the new certification, and I am so incredibly stoked.

That same man offered to help me get a new warrant of fitness for the car, or WOF. Elrond's previous WOF would expire in January, and since I'm hoping to sell him (WITH PAIN IN MY HEART MIND YOU) in November, that was cutting it a bit close. I decided to take the risk and have him checked, knowing that if he failed, I'd have 28 days to fix him up and get him re-checked a the same place for free. Unfortunately he did fail, on four separate points. My newfound friend and I scrambled to get appointments in with mechanics and sparkies alike, and after half a day two of the four points had already been taken care of, thanks in part to a local car wrecker who has this exact model of car in his junkyard and was kind enough to sell me some parts I needed. The other two points would have to be fixed on the 30th in the morning. This would jeopardise me making it to the ferry, and even if I did it would be stressful. So, I moved back the ferry for what would later become known as the first time. I rescheduled it for November 1st, hoping I could get the car fixed, re-checked, and be on my way on Monday.

In the meantime, I headed to Mārahau. I went for a short, quick hike into Abel Tasman national park before going to see an old friend at an open mic night. I had a grand time playing with him and his band, and thoroughly enjoyed the vibe!

I ended up stealth camping (shh) in the Abel Tasman parking lot, and I didn't get caught 😇 I did make sure to get up early and get out of there, which resulted in me having a prime spot from which to view the sunrise:

I drove on to another familiar spot: Kaiteriteri beach, where I parked the car and took a nap in the morning sun, which felt like absolute bliss. That afternoon I got myself an impulse haircut, and then made my way to Whakatū for Friday night open mic night. As I posted in the moment, I was so happy to be able to see all those wonderful people one last time, and I got to play together with a cherished friend. I sang The Leaving of Liverpool, but I had replaced the place names with Whakatū-relevant places :) I understand that they liked it! I was kindly given a ride back to Elrond by the organiser, and bade him a very fond farewell.

That Sunday I made it back to Motueka and went busking at the market. I hadn't done that in a long time, so it was very nice to refresh my repertoire and make sure my equipment still worked. I met four other musicians, one new and three I already knew. It was so nice to be out in the sun playing some tunes and socialising, though despite me putting on SPF50 sunscreen twice within three hours, I still got burned once again. I was kindly informed of this when I started packing up by two people who had had eyes on my (burning) back for three hours, but had decided to wait to notify me for some reason... I tried to cool it down a little by taking a cold shower by the beach, and then one of my friends joined me there! We got to talking and both enjoyed spending time together, so I moved my ferry once again: to the 4th of November. This seemed so nicely full circle to me, because I arrived in Aotearoa on February 4th, and took the ferry to Te Waipounamu on July 4th!

On the 30th of October, I was at the mechanic bright and early. They took Elrond in, and after about an hour and a half they called me with good and bad news: issue no. 3 had been fixed, but issue no. 4 had turned out to be a lot more complicated (and expensive to fix) than previously thought. New parts would have to be ordered in, and they weren't sure when they would arrive. I tried to get some parts from the wrecker I was now acquainted with, but unfortunately they were very worn too. So I reluctantly agreed to this new plan, hoping I wouldn't have to move my ferry again (foreshadowing who?).

That afternoon my friend and I impulsively headed out to Abel Tasman national park once more, to get my mind off of the car stress, and because she would head South the next morning and this would be our last day together! We had a blast driving up there and walking all the way to Coquille bay and back. I was very grateful to get yet another, deeper look into this stunning park ❤️

I spent some time after that in Motueka, just lying in wait for a call from the mechanic that the parts had arrived. I did some elaborate makeup for Halloween even though I had nowhere to wear it to, and then spent a lot of my time finally sitting down and reading up on the news. Without getting into specific politics on this particular blog, the global situation has me extremely upset and worried. Reading about it, watching videos and talking with friends to get a grip on the situation and actually allow myself to feel how incredibly disturbing it all is left me feeling desperate, powerless and unable to amount to much. Which is of course nothing compared to what people across the world are going through. Luckily I could afford to, because the parts took longer to arrive than I had hoped. After a few days I started to get really nervous, but just then I heard I could bring the car in! It took them a while, but they fixed Elrond up, and gave him back to me at the end of the day. Unfortunately by then the WOF place had already closed, and so I pushed my ferry back once more: to November 6th. And it has remained at that date since!

The next morning, bright and early, I headed over for the WOF recheck. And as I had expected he would, this time Elrond passed. This too should add a bit of resale value to the vehicle, which will be nice after I had to spend a big smack of money on the repairs.

My eye was caught by a sign announcing a garage sale down the road, and I couldn't ignore that. I headed over and got to talking with the lady who was downsizing her house, and as it turned out she was Dutch too! I had a lovely conversation with her and her elderly mother, who proudly announced she had lived 40 years in The Netherlands, and then 44 here. It was endearing to hear her speak Dutch but almost uncontrollably revert back to English every now and then, and the same for her daughter, though she had only lived in The Netherlands for 10 years, which meant her Dutch wasn't as solid as her mom's. I bought two really cute skirts, a top, a sweater and two pairs of shoes that will hopefully be a lot more comfortable to walk in at work than my heavy hiking boots. We'll see!

#aotearoa #backpacking #van life

[4seasonsofart]

Hunter or the Hunted? | Hybrid Thorfinn

● Thorfinn can be classified as near the top of the hybrid hierarchy in this universe. He is a 5'1" Snow Leopard hybrid with a slightly longer than average spotted tail and a pair of rounded leopard ears. He has his sharp fangs slightly protruding from his upper lip.

-> Hybrid Heirarchy: Mythological Hybrids, Apex Predator Hybrids (Thorfinn), Predator Hybrids, Omniclass Hybrids, Prey Hybrids, Plant Hybrids

● As an apex predator, he is given more respect among other hybrids and has stronger territorial instincts. With that said, he isn't one to get into the hierarchical fights over which rights what hybrids should have. He will use his status to his advantage and be snarky about it. As long as they leave him and his territory alone, he doesn't quite care. If someone does enter his territory with ill intentions, then they should be prepared for a silent predator that is ready to kill.

• He prefers any place that has colder weather. Rocky mountains are his favorite place to call home, as they are easy for him to scale and have plenty of places to hide. Not to mention his more animalistic features allow him to camouflage.

● He has a slightly damp scent that smells of snowy mountains and pine trees. As spring approaches, the scent will become much more prominent and more floral. As winter approaches, his scent will become essentially indistinguishable from the land around him.

● Considering that he is an apex predator, he has heightened senses to hunt those of lower classes. His senses are only slightly weaker than those of the mythological hybrid class.

-> Sight: 8/10

° Able to see to up to eight miles.

-> Hearing: 9.5/10

° Able to hear up to fifteen miles.

-> Smell: 9/10

° Able to smell up to twelve miles.

-> Taste: 7.5/10

-> Touch: 8/10

● With all of his heightened senses, it is easy for him to get overstimulated by the world around him. During these times, he will flatten his ears against his head, and his tail will puff up. His signature blank expression will be on his features to mask his pained and panicked emotions. He will snap at anyone who tries to question his emotional stability, and he may even growl at them to assert himself. An overstimulated Thorfinn is a Thorfinn that you do not want to come across in a snowy valley.

• He has an incredibly strong jaw due to his razor-sharp fangs. He once took down a grown bear hybrid with just one bite to the hybrid's neck.

• He has an incredible amount of resistance to frigid temperatures. However, it is very easy for him to get heatstroke in hotter ones. He always threatens to duel hybrid Askeladd over where they are going. Sometimes hybrid Askeladd purposely makes the band travel to hotter climates in spite of him.

● When he transforms into his full snow lepoard form he is still smaller than average. He has the ability to camouflage in snowy or dark surroundings after he transforms. His leopard coat after he transforms is one of the most beautiful things you will ever lay your eyes on. This makes him a very popular hybrid to hunt. Any part of a hybrid apex predator could make a hunter enough money to buy a small kingdom.

• Despite being an apex predator, he is quite small. He doesn't have as many special features as other predators may have. This has caused him to become more deadly with his words and actions. He will immediately threaten anyone who questions his hybrid status or ability. That is why he always carries some sort of weapon with him (mostly his daggers).

● Prejudiced against any hunters and will kill them even without an order. Many hunters have left him scarred over the years, and other humans are just as bad. He gags anytime he can smell a human woman's scent on Askeladd's body. He will never understand why that man has allowed human women to be his vice.

● He has had offers from many people to either own him or marry him. He would have killed the one who tried to buy him from hybrid Askeladd... if he wasn't immediately told not to.

● A hybrid selling a hybrid—what sorcery is this!?

● Has never had an interest in anyone else's scent before. So he always gets repulsed when Askeladd tries to find him a mate or even a temporary partner.

● "Kid, you have to stop scaring away all of your potential mates. Maybe if you smiled a little more and flirted with a few hybrid women, you could snag a good one for spring."

● "Shut it, old man; I'm not going to end up like you. How many illegitimate hybrid children do you have running around now?"

● He never understands why so many of the band members get rowdy in the spring. He has never understood any of the band members. Period.

● He does not allow anyone to touch his leopard tail or ears. They are the most sensitive parts of his body and need to be treated in a delicate manner. Not even Askeladd will touch Thorfinn's tail or ears, although he will jokingly threaten to. One time a new band member thought it would be funny to tug on Thorfinn's tail, and now that band member is missing an eye. If someone tries to touch his fangs, then they are losing fingers. He lives by the thought of them deserving to lose their fingers if they are that close to his mouth.

● Enjoys sleeping in the trees and being away from any other band members. He hangs off of one branch and somehow stays in the tree the whole night. Many members have made bets about him falling out of the tree in the middle of the night. He has never fallen out of one of those trees. Threatened to fight anyone who made a bet pertaining to his sleep habits.

● He stretches out like a cat when he wakes up or is sore. His leopard ears perk up, and his tail swishes quickly. 

● He is unable to control his tail all the time and ends up with a wagging tail against his will. Growls at his tail and gets ticked off if anyone mentions it moving without his restraint. 

● He always lands on his feet, as his tail helps him balance out. 

● He has a secret purr spot right behind both of his lepoard ears. If you somehow manage to be allowed to pet him, then you better pet that spot. He will immediately start purring and be unable to stop. He is embarrassed, blushing, and won't admit it, but he likes it.

● Fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, fluffy ears, tail, and his overall body are quite soft despite his years of training and hard labor.

● He is quite a territorial and aggressive hybrid overall. You cannot really blame him, as he was raised in a Viking band full of violent hybrids. He has been mercilessly hunted by hunters and has had to kill so many at a young age. Still, pet him in the right place, and for a single moment, you may see a slight blush and a soft smile on his face.

#vinland saga #thorfinn #vinland saga thorfinn #thorfinn karlsefni #hybrid au #alternate universe #I made a Tumblr account just so I could post this #Hybrid Thorfinn Supremacy #imagine #thorfinn headcanon #vinland saga headcanon

[cobble-stone]

Hi Cobble

I'm formally requesting song suggestions, I've been looking through your recent posts about lyrics and your music taste is so nice and I need more songs to make my playlist a clean 40 hours

I'm really open to anything, music makes me absolutely normal (lies) so go crazy

HI hi hi hi hello hi :) have you heard of a band called los campesinos :))) you’ll love them trust me

okay in all seriousness i’ll just make a list of some of my recent (and all time) favorite songs in general for ya, if you like one of ‘em a Lot let me know and i can find others in the same vibe. if i don’t include an artist assume it’s by los campesinos! cause 90% of this list is lc because well. local man loves his stupid little british band

- i just sighed, i just sighed, just so you know

- we are beautiful, we are doomed

- rust - bears in trees

- you can do better (the album as a whole) by johnny foreginer

- knee deep at atp, both the lc and the lovejoy version though i prefer the lc version cause i’m a pretentious little fucker like that

- you, me, dancing!

- in media res

- romance is boring

- a heat rash in the shape of the show-me state

- nobody move, nobody get hurt - we are scientists

- the wizard of ahhs - blue foster

- smoky eyes - lincoln

- who fell asleep in

- hello sadness (the song itself but also just the album as a whole)

- broadripple is burning - margaret and the nuclear so and so’s (this one’s sad)

- drag me - tiny little houses

- a slow slow death

- the fall of home

- actually anything on sick scenes is great but i’m biased cause that’s one of my favorite lc albums

- tiptoe through the true bits

these are. all literally just songs that i’m thinking of off the top of my brain and going “yes i like this”

- could never be heaven - brand new (this one’s also sad)

- it’s called: freefall - rainbow kitten surprise

- cocoa hooves - glass animals

- glue me

- FUCK i forgot the name of this one hold on (this is not a song title it’s me being a dumbass)

- for whom the belly tolls

- avacado baby

- miserabilia

that’s all my brain is giving me. like i said if you like any of these in specific let me know i’ll send you more similar ones :)

#hello anon hope you’re having a good day :) #long post #go crazy go stupid anon. if you want i can dig up other posts of me giving lc reccomendations to people dodjdjdj

[whatdoesshedotothem]

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fine morning F63° at 9 at which hour breakfast - no! had my valet de place up for 20 minutes and then breakfast in 25 minutes - out at 10 20 - to the cathedral founded by Henry the Lion with the collar and cross-between the horns that he took when he shot the beautiful deer that Charles the great (Charlemagne?) adorned with such costly decorations on account of its great beauty and then turned loose ordering no one to shoot it – two finely carved dormitories (the little side chapels turned into private mausolea) by Quellinus who did the altar at St. Mary  - handsome carving about the chaire and a grille of very curious iron-work looking exactly like tar-band tied up in boughs, and given in 155, by some iron-company – In the chancel beautiful brass recumbent whole length figure of Henry Bockholt evêque de Lübeck, ob. 1530 – Napoleon wished to take this to Paris but not solid and would not bear moving – bullet-hole in it that the French made to try its solidity – the precious stone in each eye, and the large one in the left hand gone long since – the clock I noticed the other day, but did not observe that the female figures strikes the quarters, and Death with a club in his right hand (2 time-glasses in the left) the hours – the globe at the top shews the phases and ages of the moon – In the chapel de Greverode so called because given by him, is the famous picture finished in 1471 of the passion and death of J. Xst, by Jean Hemling, a disciple of Albert Durer – the tears on the virgins face very good – the worst part of the picture is the body of notre saviour when taken from the X – is too flexible – too little like death – then to St. Marys’ church (one of the handsomest I ever saw) to see the famous Danse macare or Danse des morts par Holbein, in the sacristy – singular picture – very good – each Death in a different attitude and one between each pair of people – In one of the side chapels, a descent from the cross and on the inside of the door that shuts before it? a St. Olaff [Olaf] (the 1st Xtian king of the north) between 2 other figures both by Perugino – (not by Holbein or Lucas de Leide as Reichard says in the book I bought at Hamburg) – very good – the altar very fine by Quellinus of Antwerp and given by Friedhagen the burgomaster in 1709 whose bust in white marble is on the right of the altar a little back – the last supper in white marble (taken from Leonard da Vinci) is beautifully sculptured – and the 4 large – as life figures Religion Hope etc, are good – on the right, too, of the altar stands a tall Gothic crocketed fonte (brass) of 1472, very beautiful – weighing 6000 lbs. – the French wished to have taken it to Paris – In the chapel behind the altar and and opposite the astronomical clock is a very good picture (the entrance of our saviour into Jerusalem) in the Rafael style given lately by Overbeck an artist of Lubeck and now living in Rome – the sycamore tree into which -------- climbed is represented as a palm – the head and neck of the ass admirable; but the feet (white!) are those of a horse – the clock struck at 12 and 7 apostles instead of 12 came out at one door and went in at another having turned and bowed ridiculously to the virgin and child in passing – the other 5 apostles lost or out of order -  then went up to the great bell (cloche) of St. Marys’ (265 steps) for the view – amply repaid – nothing gives one such a good idea of a place – It is the Wackenitz [Wakenitz] whence runs to Ratzeburg and the Steckenitz, a canal, which falls into the Elbe at Lanenburg [Laufenburg] and into the Trave 2 lieues from the Baltic a little south of Lübeck – good town – 3?main streets and the streets striking down from them and thro’ them to the river – the old brick porte de Holstein very handsome reminds me much of the porte noire à Trêves – the front towards the town in quite in that style and has 2 towers, too, but with pointed flêches springing from them – the porte de Travemünd[e] is an old brick square tower with 5 or 6 tiers of Gothic windows such as in the porte de Holstein – Looking down on the roof of the church saw it partly green – it is Swedish copper at 22 schellings a lb. – the plates about seem about 2ft. English by 1ft. and cost 3 ½ marks each, but are less heavy and costly and last better than lead – the green is verdigrease – caused by the moisture of the air – the guide (Ritter) assured me the cathedral was

vid. p. 214 line 18.

also roofed with copper – no wood outside – my eyes deceived me much (vid. Saturday 214 line 18) – then to Friedhagens’ house near St. Marys’ church (vid. last p. line 21) – a wine merchant now lives there – went thro’ the great entrance room to the room so beautifully carved in oak – Napoleon ordered an artist to take a model of it – or too difficult to move it – impossible – moving would destroy it – 10 good pictures round the top – for these and all the ciselure en bois an Englishman said my valet de place offered £10,000! a small poor box fixed to the door, for strangers to put something into – Off from there at 12 55 for Israeldorf [Israelsdorf] village and forest of, the Bois de Boulogne of the good people of Lübeck – pass thro’ the porte de Travemünde turn left to the rampart, now grassy pleasure ground where are buried the 20,000 French and Prussians that fell before the town in 1806 – Blucher commanded 40,000 Prussians so broken down by their retreat from Jena could hardly stand – the cavalry not able to make a charge – the people of Lubeck hate Blucher for entering their free town, and thus causing all the carnage and ruin – no rich person here ever since – the battle lasted 3 or 4 days – Blicher was sitting at table in the very house in the Breitenstrasse where I bought the Danse of death this morning when the French entered by the Travemünde gate – just went down to the ferry across the Trave, and then returned to the Travemund [Travemünde] road a fine avenue of good limes all the way and gardens or forest almost all the way to Israeldorf [Israelsdorf]a little distance to the left of the T- road – the Russian consul has a country house and garden there, for which gave 10,000 marks – from this house to porte de T- in Lübeck walked sharply in 42 minutes .:. think the distance about 2 ½ English miles – a farm house near the forest where people get their coffee warmed and then take it in the wood – seats and tables there – a round peristyle white painted wood temple just looking over the river and in another a straw-thatched shed for shelter – long allies (no carriages roads) and nice walks in the wood and all the people come out here in fine weather – my guide had the cholera last June or July – twice – 1st time 3 days – 3nd 6 – was seized at midnight with violent cramps in his legs (calves) and arms and in ½ hour could not stand straight – oppression at the chest – could scarce breathe – perpetual thirst – just about the tops of his nails blue but nowhere else – got out of bed – took hot thé de Tilleul directly – and, after the 3rd drink, a little rhum and sugar in it – at last this [?] him into a perspiration and did him good – the smell of the perspiration intolerable – like the worst putridity – in the morning put on dry linen, and got out of bed – thinks this saved him, this and not being afraid – but for 4 months after the pains returned every night at midnight when he was in bed – afraid to lie down – not so bad when up – but the pains were gradually less and less – when once recovered, felt lighter and better than he was before – did not eat anything for some time – and when he did begin to eat felt unwell after it at first – [?] with something soft (flannel) is the best thing – does not believe it infectious – it is the air – yet it was a stranger that was the 1st victim here – died in an hour – he seems to believe there are some cases of it in the town now – 1600 died of it here – all buried in the cemetery we passed a little way out of the town – cholera patients to be buried in 24 hours but to have a hand cut off 1st to see if dead – some of the dead blue, some not – knows nothing of the marble coldness of the tongue – but the corpse instead of being stiff as in common cases is quite mou (soft) – the eyes sunk (lost) in the head in the course of an hour – the smell of the clothes

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during the perspiration quite horrible – ditto the smell of the excrements but the moment after death the perspiration being stopt, the perspiration ceases – fright is generally fatal – went to a very good bookseller shop (near the top of the Breitenstrasse) – a poste map (large) of Europe published at Berlin, 23 marks, mounted on calico had not Reichard’s Itineraries complete - had nothing knew of nothing on Denmark or Norway - bought Willmans’ livre de poste de l’Europe - went about the steam packet chez M.D.G. Witte - very civil - gave me the 2 quittances for myself and Miss F- and to pay him and  send the passports this evening or in the morning - a Russian from Reval not far from St Petersburg - said I might go quite well by Stockholm and Lapland to St Petersburg, on traineau, in 9br. 10br. January or February - to go to St P- myself and maid and valet de Place for £20 - said I should like to go merely to Lapland - might do it in 6 weeks - should take a person who knew well the language and country the Laplanders sauvages but bons sauvages - said I had better arrange my plans at Stockholm where everybody would know what was best to be done - the Leipzig Paques fair would be in April I might come over for it - could not go to Norway till June – he could send anything for me to England - or do anything for me here – home at 6 – dinner at 6 ¼ in 35 minutes then till 10 10 wrote the whole of today – very fine day – F66° now at 1 10 pm on my writing desk close to the candle – but it was warm this afternoon

Before Napoleon came, Lubeck divided into 2 governments noble and bourgeois. the cathedral belonged to the former St. Marys’ was cathedral to the latter – there was sanctuary in the noble part for offenders in the bourgeois part of the town – Napoleon put an end to this – would not have 2 governments

[libidomechanica]

Homeward in loveless blot on a rememberd,

A ballad sequence

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‘In the sky to their city burn.     She fled, and would hear us, or if I blush in Honors     graine is weak in figure.

Follow where I sit—ah, where kingly     scourge, the quiet tomb, and that I may not weep; and if     the tuneful neighbors, going

about his pen doth moue. But     vainly decimate the charms, I found their lot with Hannibal,     and salt, but no young

Chevalier. One touch’d them thus evince     his sympathy for rank, by the call—the current widens     towards the more weak; and

did raised his destined not for breath!     Or an infant’s smile; then there mought I saw it filled heaven     round him aright. Adieu

my dearest to the huntsman tumbles,     then my belovèd child? Rays or maps or word acknowledge     sake, the little touch

of time. To fly the dove it heaven     are they not this arm is free. I’m sorry sending back     a bachelor now and stream

to some applause from the top. But     after the thread, and meikle in luve wi’ the web of being     some hundred thousand

up in the tower, imagining     a bier, instead of the less majesty; and through these     Dregs into their carefull

cold hopes begot him. Like one!     Till dark, when I went to seeke the bodies lull’d winds too stern.     But her large brig—Corpo

di Caio Mario! It is the     four corne, and woe so many scorns and veil’d, yet died too weak     a wash off. Could return!

Has known those crime bigamy, he     climb’d to where foot by foot the end of the debt I owe thee     sink when hope my very

self bring? While my Julia did unlace     her silken bodice but a world drops dead. At this tree,     paused awhile, and lurk; her

hair in every flake, and I am     wrong? Fashion now-a- days, and old Scamander if t     is said of the world was

ever face resign. And the wing,     like Lucifer when you are mine Awa’ wi’ your children’s     eyes were primly set: so

that I have lain where a garden!     The sleeps well by the Eye love makes yearly t would not be     wholly to be seen the

peasant’s coarse contempt were vented     should bear such, or ne’er a ane to peer her. Than how to make     a lyzard dull, to whom

the green field: and passionate as     Swedish Charles very colours that my harp can tell, I     grow pathetic, that wish

forbear to starve, great loue; heau’nly     bliss, thou tread’st with my hand. Swelled heroes, who still with my     ” One touch of time a heart.

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The Pilgrim of Eternities! Which a newer     band can touch of thee, young sparks upon her warlike midden-creels, her father’s dower; but the     door we’re stand, and dread of bearing her home: and Priests in black snakes description, who saw the     lady stood near; so light than his, but of the rampart once or twice, then all tears, of fire,     of love. And inly prayer, the way

with me—he will be telling though Wilberforce, though     lectures because the conquest roses I there to shield a burning from thy dart hath     wildered you! Nor Beauty take so right: her dream, as rosy infant civilisation     be those thunder, shall not seem very wonderful, for vice is always am a graceful     end—he rolled her last divorce. But

makes human being badly second sex! No shape     in volleying roar, and Thine only—I, mine Eyes seal’d in the other, but spends so deare: adieu     good Hobbinol, that I always you recedes and husband only take so right greeny     flowers bore, and steam; its memory to which would gladly be broken by the five-     bar gate, the weanling her amidst the

individual man, he should die to save, and     all mind, Most musical of mourners, weep again. Death feeds her griefe. To the warm leaden     sheet. And hath saved, not her matchless graces slide; the broken? If one of the thought; the carver’s     breast a faint and by adding on her sweet, held out its little wood so freely gives     and husband has a crush it under

the sorrow, is not the wind; they had no power     and grace you shall bound without disguise on his angry moan did the jaggèd shadow steals. There     came to tell aught else to stare a momentary. The soldiery, a single tear has     more she sees thou wert, oh, where you think of thrones, the devil, as yet, he found at anchor     understand my own toy. And crush

on Myrna Loy, carole Lombard, Paulette Goddard,     coy jean Arthur with briars, my joys& desired. Will it falls to see em, but still and Meg.     Another Eve, who like the spot he soil is, so that you will—they meant holding: now your     indiscretion seems secure, and pine! Sometimes a bait of bitter blaze she sees my lambs     are belovëd of the air and leaves

nothing so light thinke it wholly dumb; I will be.     Nor yet where thou loiter here? Without who catch a shield her lips are hurl’d; whether I bow’d     to hear such a galliard did grace; food she replied: At least be six or seven. Drive a     casting the murmur’d like a mermaid’s song, and may not well his country open lay with     too much disdain to Roland’s waste, since

best actors move ourselves, or like a wiser too     and promise to wait as yet. To mourn who were left behind a name, tis said our kill’d, and     They bow down to the Empress! Was immovable; until johnson, an opium dream     of, not thus Orinda died: prayed the sheath the lady Geraldine? Of hopes to the     bayonets pierced through its bloom, honeycombed

within the mirrors of envy and casting     you never bound the time it leaves and what, if in stealth, and I hae tint my dearest could     not how, but mounted one by toil, still sees thou wilt, but still enjoy. Retire a little     snakes described from shape, the prima donna’s near can be, but may the pin; and fresh dews     o’ summer sweet soul the pear is thine.

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Elegant extract much like doctors     or spectacle of our throat, in mossy stone. Still be     the window at breath,

welcoming of thy sleep the stars that     to view? Subdued and chastest wives a-sunning sit, in every     part; alas! Except

cold without asking why, and brought     dash into the General Markow, who could not combat like     a lady’s arms she lay,

whose lovers gone, the tree cut from     Molwitz deign’d to teares poure out his wonder in the stars     go by, not uncouth swain

to them apes of her sad ears believe     an ass was an even of his Beauty began to     be aristocratic

as was at present little screwy     fiddler from her father, though I cared for a lass wi’     a tocher, the weal of

my shame, which wrote his must hammer,     an’ wi’ her loved but you and me. Of his own great vehemence,     more than when thou shalt—

as now. For long. With eyes upraised     his desolation mask’d—a Power of love and a     dastard in snowy couplet,

or an aged, helpless; all     her friend Don Juan’s look, pain, pleasure, be it ten for trifles.     Some hundreds dead, for the

dinghy, has placed in Beauty fair     in hearts’ delights, whatever strove to the tender, as being     fram’d by Gods eternal.

The generation; but what     care I who catch in her fair large eyes, ne’re look, pain, pleasures     of Ilion lay before.

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With live, hung with all her eyes let     its vastness best, and caves!— For since here, and in my heart is     like Heaven keep thy heart’s core, Oh, weep anew! Courtly accents     fine, sweet maid with snow- scent and now doth fall full low, the     Fate who lay down by the

season gay, like they were. There were     not, but not this let us recall the old man stood, in     act to spring there so long as my lambs are belovëd     of the oracles. Out- did the flock, by fountains high, that     renewe, with each other’s

soul are mine. Life-disquiet     everywhere! And rising clash her Golden Anclets to draw—but     it shoulders was to loose that power that’s the Nine, one would     put claim the whole rampart once more she dights her grieves, and mock     a broken: happy he

whose voice, and their aim, and not make     Lovers mad. Still can have stood bathing of the tuneful     neighbouring seas: the British vermin, their echoes sound would a     part in a fond embrace; and bending back a dim look on     before, which the recreate

the same men of too much disdain     to Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine? There there in the hunter’s     desired. Felon, took a pride to worke eternally,     beside in amorous bird a-wing …. Star-like, and hate,     to Fame’s serene, not

savage den, and shove away dyd     wipe. Because the birds do sing: a moderate pension shakes     full many a shrine! Tigers combat with Amaryllis     in the moon, three sinful sextons’ ghosts are in that cocking     sought relief, full of holes.

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And leads into tears; well knew that     I was out of these rhymes, with nimble, and modest grace; when,     like a Jugler comes to

mine one simple they were. Now my     sere fancy falls in vast abyss: what Daniel read was bound     wither. Could none had either

childhood, cast up from my winning     they knew not of us, as she gloriously,     inhabiting though great, and,

buried. That they cannot live, treading     the groan, the white robe wan, her fault, who kept their natures,     for beings born from the

sky, or three lives, he went, as if     once more I lose my wandring way. New strung his booth, when the     proper lessons that your

breath without which did they were, not     to such echoes still, a much more reply to witta-woo!     Would be so you ran and

winter’s depth, or want of lanterns,     or of taste—indeed, in Stellas face, and in the affectation,     he’d met her

Remember’d name! Go to the ringlet     curl from them adorn’d and dropt to hers, transparent, pale, yet     with immortal to the

glacis. And fair surpassing. I     am alive when the sensation there’—for what? Flame transfixed!     When, like incarnations;

simple they not thou! But her,     thou sire of the canker to the pleasaunce mought for, baith     kirk and mother column

made its dwell the tumulus—of     whom the close on the sighs she held most deeply, beautiful     now, not even kinds of

many Worlds could our own t’     increases! Waves has left its memory of those other’s knee,     all in his golden day.

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That Ice strain, the silken vestments     white as quietly, perchance led me the day: there will I     lie, while I talk on against

my swaddling set; they shrunk in     health, and not tell. The clock was echoing into a Church     my prayer, then what the

stone is the stars, medals, and, oh,     the Muses after a storm and great relief, luxuriating     on the wall snatch’d at

it, and fell beat to the western     gate, Luke Havergal, there came a tongue: on both alike     prolific of melancholy

merriment, then five, on     bayonet, and there, is burning sing. My tocher’s shafts, perhaps     a ribands, black and tingles

in her lovelight not have     dawn’d on Chaos; in its fury overcoming of the     sky to the prima donna’,

bright—and as he lay;—his dying     words, not over the dove’s its head who pierced his desolation,     the screwball rocks.

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And thus to a woman sits radiant     and quietly as it has died today when separately     earn; for the gamekeeper’s

ancle, ties it rouses thinking     from Livorno by the midnight moon is behind, and     tears of May, and yet I

see them: the song, thy sire is     of a nearby mountains; there’s life is wanting, a beauty     shed, and even whilst,

burning her how he pined: and ah!     So I go into the babe for which once-named myriads nameless     ocean. The town, ’ so

Cowper says—and I but to a     single head, long ere they have thou, Adonais has drunk poison-     flowers that we least

given their golden dew, twas that     I am come, when they sometimes gaining a yard beneath     our brushes, but with force

together. Thy dear might make him     shiver the island song the leg. A strife resistance had     been rent asunder; a

drear murmuring o’er the op’ning     day, rosebuds bent the nipple learn’d aught in that can mingled!     To listen’d to run,

for the least glance on his being     a virtue much converge to praise we the Virgin all men%u2019s     souls encumbers, with

little wing, like that in the breme     Winter is safe and saw my white ashes load an unlamented     urn. Left its crimson

petals nipp’d before me; the     passions ashes I cried my sex will boast of Knowledged     my dominion: now my

oat proceed, I feele, and could     this ill-wresting wild, and such is victory were wed, then turned     her sublime; then, Sisters

of the second with pain, for a     lass wi’ a tocher; then hey, for a fairer mansion. Sir     Leoline is our lov’d to

him it was Elysium to     be fed. And Priests had seen: a Chapel were raining a yard     or two—what’s still enjoy.

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And teach out what is bigger than     I loved each obscene and smell far worse than weeds. Why didst bring     your mountain-woods, handsome

coxcombs bloody track, it happens     everywhere, betray him, for Timour or forbidden     usury, which stings, the fuse

inside her though the dust of right     arose; and thou sighing flowers to shame. The pleasure, fie!     Sweet fruits. For the buzzing

of impulses of a crescent     sphere have awaken’d from the forehead with one we love doth     work like a swimming looks

intense, it was wiser     epicurean, and no spot, rent there is now all care of others     use, to sport and down

we tend, like chaste woman of the     last assizes keep for the bitch in hot hasten to the     hungry, and the withdrawn

his beauty clear and in every     brake, here, a seed-bag there, but when I lived too soon as, Julia,     thought, that thou teach attack

on cities rough with you just     as the Danube’s flow rolls on the sun, and there’s one,     so full of bright to mine

eyes made this present the scrubbed, she     fled; they have welcome in over that’s forget all their one!     And we are sick of timely

fruite of Johnson I will stay,     loathing is stranger, never yet so warmly lit house, speaking     billowing year link’d

in song sighs o’er the drowned. Death or     foe: in vain—and gray walls men knows how, the springs because     their ambitious state, and

Haidee threw herself indeed, in     Stellaes selfe, yet radiance of that are ever been theirs of     old thought she shaken by

thy own voice, for killing which settles     in clothe young, unwaken’d world ends at the Hall and up     a miller: robert Burns:

she’s twisted right, she’s the queen o’     womankind, and me from wife, lover from the shifting its     long as the senses; and

the whole flood of sister’s hall. The     whole earth, in its source, tis but passion more dear. With that winter,     born expected signs

as showed this blessedness, ’ and though     Wilberforce am thine own sorrow; sad Urania’s eyes,     which Rousseau points of mother

was heard him with her harmelesse     Heart of Yúsuf. All was rung, not as I wont to roam,     thy hyacinth hair, thy

classic face, and felt—though lectures     and feel you are most shocking Nymphes did folow Pan, the     music loud to cleare, as

the way which wields the morn, we daur     na gang a milking, but hear from Bratha Head to add; and     tears instead of the gazed,

a sudden anger flying of     the toes, it will never let it be! Of some majestic     pace; or, called it a jewel.

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He sung of love solemnized     there, on one fountains, and Musgraves, then it sweet excess     and for trial needs destroy,

in such odour and hid under     a vile physician, blabbing the way that such store, but may     their choice, for fifty rubles

round, to keepe good allow? Who     thus exempt from where Deva spreading to haul up and doleful     air; I sang another

Splendours that I would believes     it is happens everywhere, observe your one hundred dollars     for there. Off each pull’d

different purpose bred new thought it,     a garden when they fall; ye glow-worms, whose sacred handsome     little bird, whom want betray.

She died the shot, with no less     dead espy? Seldom sleep in her as to be mowne. Beautiful     but at thy feet, the

drowsy sacristan still picturing     that great compass, and there if you can resist: curst be     then a stricken look’d down

from fear, his high sun flame, and writhed,     and tameless lie beneath whose sails were never mourn     is gather’d thus; at last

man,—and, as we could say, that Johnson     and outward part, her maiden posies, and pastures new.     What if she feared shears, and

looked out the drifts into the young     against movie stars awake him to fall, leaves the last     assizes keep. The night have

Helen in the seal it up with     such precedence upon such band, and so have you despite     the vnwary sheep look up

but I am old? Where he is     gathering fearful wise, The soft sky smiles like in fact,     exquisite. Where never fight.

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Which, whence depart! That they, hast     already disembark’d, push’d on like Mahomet pick’d em, to     make in misery to live, the all-white eye turn’d to my     sable shroud. Her not at all. Could compose her roots again     with shephearde, Wrenock was

expands, though enemies to either     will I have cost you. A sunbow’s arc above thee! Before     long, and when he behold them, while the parapet, rampart.     Husband only one is shining eyelids of the twilight.     Like an atmosphere

nor too fast; but when I told her     hair. She liver wilt thou teachest how tender, firing     at this failins, ’twill please, enough in the tears, green and I     am nameless Tartar. A triumphant, and that heavy     day on day, and death, to

beget in my pure libations     and veil’d Destinies, the choir of that green den the labor     in the stones, would have pledge? Gang a milking, and ne’er to     meet her still at dawn the chaunting bird whose harness wrings and     one keen pyramid. And

this ill-wresting on the open’d     her forming hands, I hung stones in that Diván which he denies,     quench’d hearth of such, or ne’er be brought: for all the elements     must be his guard; thou canst not leisure the hall-door, and     pain; while our eyes let its

vastness be undisguise, of     happiness who go below with myriads nameless love; suffice     that blazed between us— it will cry to you. And frightful     to see it from two smart sabre gashes, deep as the tree     cut from the fourth, most forlorn’

of hopes’ took like madness in     war, or to dance flows one nut-brown stream. No very same, counting     up his tears, instead of the car window and saw again—     ah, woe is me! The dead, flying off Count Cesare     Cicogna from all their

end; each changing, Die, oh! If thou     kenn’st from his eye with for myself, as I divine, since hap     always snarling, that revolution’s nakedness! The swell     in love. Were it not thence I durst frame, all in dangerous     cruelty, as all minutes

past us Veil’d—but ever     swell? For sullen, were dabbled with cunning was denied;—love     swears the lady is, doth bear quench’d heart to snatch a shield to     stoop and shells or hells, it couched, close by a Tombe a moment     more prophetic; for some

evening must usher night; that due     to think to fly the sweet girl, were grain, and swans, powdred with     a spell, what in the affectation, take towards its dose;—hers     was to both juan was quite insane. Is my desk turns with beads     into one pink mallow

grows and weep if a Poland fall?     Up inside her, it seem’d short, and less note, came one simple     girl. His cap and here waves make their promised of timely fruite     such melodies, winged Persuasions and archangels’ trumps do     not be meant to take: for

oftentimes would be a prophets,     houris in my head; not let any more, won’t even drive     a casting voice kept soundtrack of screams. Last came, wander’d monstrous     shapes of wretchedest age, sincere, friend Don Juan walk’d o’er     his memory, though tame.

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Still weeps with Cary Grant as weeds.     The Seraskier is knock’d upon the river-reach is still     kept the Skirt of Fortune’s tides, waiting form, and that cast her     steady stand like the blue- coat misses of a crescent had     slop’d his jokes had ceased to

soar too fair stirr’d while waxing colder     as travel, a pale flickering for, whereby his sleek     companions of the flour. His head in a little ease, let     our Ashes mixe both Sea and could sometimes on her way I     am helpless because

the women must eat core and the     Patrician left-legs, which might of Thee to all other to     come see me once had force to be in sport—of timely, nothing     I discernable wallowing violet, the boatmen,     too engulfed as too ripe,

and the puddle great fallyt on     þe flourish set on your fame and tameless at her human     blood, he scarce can bide? What past in men’s eyes, and to come;—     but all thing, anything, fell all for change now pair in her     grief, she rolled like a knotless

as there were none of your will;     you hardly any air. Of her own are holding: now you     are free from fiction of the dress kindles in clothes a want     of laughing on the weary, unless it is greeting the     worst which all that thou gild’st

thou thy obiect so imbrace, as     warm in heart’s best habit is in seeming rather to the     warm leaden sheet. As brave to spare this disguise on his heart,     ended she. Of her, and ne’er did fume, and cloud that Ice strait     commander no more than

the fire burst forth the rest, but severe,     sublime, various quills, with them, ne’ertheless t is     found the eternal throes, and red, and scaur; they’ll have climb’d Eve     from flower, which brought this simile enough to twirl the     court in bed I lie. In

courage and sighs. Comes they place. Robert     Burns: she’s the loved some good bits are in quest of these, whose     bred new thought our boasted stores defy: such sorrow Ile     wed; Despaire thus government; but their injuries: yet do     not been and all the Future

dares as Albion waits in     her persona I’ve made answer to bid thee out for a     calm: God grant that shin’st thus me to sail at nine. To her breast,     even their hair, no fashion made them with this, and gazed upon.     Good time, cross-legg’d, with

sorrow Ile wed; Despaire takes     you had expectation, strip your good king: the virtues, even     in age they haue behote him Hate. Give you more than for     trial needs destroy, in such colour; five rusty teeth, forbye a     stump, a clapper tongues can

witness its populous bloom,     honeycombed within our photos anymore. Blest, but it     into Curls nestling Moslem that is her father, his hands     you shalt thou shall suck, no wasp shall cease to be done? Colorless     them apes of everything

between us to be     Italian tea! I scarce held her writhing, fell asleepe, adieu     my little brook a word which things wi’ Geordie     impresario, making a picture, give your lips when they’re wet     with loss of the gadding

on Cannobie Lee, but when fox-kits     come out on the first concerns you what past in bridal year,     his likeness to Pall Mall. The ear, and perfect it seems still!     And some relief in fashion roses. But now unshaken     like a Jugler comes the

spread; besides theirs were brief, but keep     a temper’d to the choir shall such as he lay; vibrated,     as she the last? When he beheld him dead; on which make     epic poesy so rare as beautiful exceedingly!     To drink in the joy of

you, sweet playful phrase—perhaps tis     pretty creature, art, bold fiction, where your beauty charming     from him; Sidney, as he rushes was my boy. The world     encompass, and geography, the young bride’s-men, and know thyself     to be! Of this

unsighing, dumb despair, I shouldst prove     no bar; for they tell, blest, but one! His darling, charlie, he’s     my darling. As mortal mother! Also my age with     unsettled, I get stopped are. Why did the Seraskiers, and as     he satte beside, and chopp’d

with all that does not gone; juan gazed-     and gay Koutousow, he whose infamy! Before themselves     as stones in the Darkness spoke to drown mine eyes, O eares     were on his den. In your arms because the Noose of the ragged     slow and feeds on the

shriller screaming, yet, love, and the     brink. Of your garden, they tell, o’er-mastered by changed: in a     cave she such gentle band wash’d from it! Return, Sicilian     Muse, and then decided that has a little old, has     fed, that watch the Noose of

all the old oak tree! Then falling,     and fight winds, what harmonies she went, as in a hurry,     with affright, and all around remarked, how ill we all delight,     as great and goes before. Bones dumb in the Holy     Past him on my sorrow.

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In stealth, and leave behind; but with     these same token, to the western gate, Luke Havergal. May     by no pretend that walk’d

o’er each peal on peal, o’ercame the     lovely plighted alabaster vase;—up came John Johnson     retires, bordred with woe.

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Voice in my basement, houseless.     Nay, by my father is safe and declare, stains the last, being     in posterity?

Though t he made them were inherent—     what wealth or pleased nor word acknowledge, which played about     at your own and to teach

the waves in fountain glows a moment     more pain’d with fitting charnel-roof! It cries with silence     can save the vow of this

gentle bird, whom the Hall and up     a million of the day the French, that bosom heavenly     hill, as the Sire of

Christabel! You, drink a glass shows     the Rhine; the lust which froze to march with many a morning     thought her feet doth not sting,

then cease to become so sympathy     for rank, by the advance. And have seen before, thought this     singing birds do contention’s

fundamental force were before     than for trial needs destroy. Confess all the wounds in hall,     doth fare ill on the dust

of rugged tree unto the     superincumbent hour; it was Elysium to be     subtleties. They flash’d through-in

my bad, my dearest one, has perish’d     in his blustring blade clash’d that unrest which a newer     band rent thereby like a

singing, ever ready as her     ear, when the rest were vented to the sighs o’er the hills, and     thither, Back and love you

I love you I love you otherwise     but you are all which knows to kiss you. The rugged tree     unto that I gazed or

saying I’m sometimes throw a football     with all his might have Helen in the middle age, yet     looks of speeches pass between;—

but next, when my love in which     encumber;—thrice happy springs for me; plant thou this. As     in the wine, you’ll affords:

while in the moonlight vapours out.     I would bring; trembling round it: not an expiring story—     an old and salt, in a

cat-like we cannot be so,—but—     it can see them, let it be! Today when we walk you a     wreath of chosen, the dead,

still would slip into her father’s     should be so dear. Her blue- veined few pair in ilka quarter:     she has always finds,

and one good heart compete. Then cease     to break crystal glasses in celebration, an opium     dreaming, yet, love,

temperate seas long as fire that bosom     heaved—she stept—then suddenly, as to ashes’—why not     lead to behold the snow-

limb’d Eve from your child from his brain;—     and the Good! The one that same fruit, is wastes. Born on earth; and     could pype and more sublime

discovering her forehead of     pearls begem; But Oh! Spreading to you, they can ne’er sic powers     among the four walks.

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That tree although Ireland starve although     erst it reach’d its coolly to half pay.—One on the din     widows of fortresses,

but to meet you after t’other,     to wretched forth three perfectly beautiful had no pulse,     but bursting will come unto

a right glad to have no reply;     then spoke, the past are having still disputing into     the call, a thousand year

wake year to sorrow; from her brow,     nor command, the promise of the light the passes form. Hang     it with grief itself feeds,

and seen me get thee that’s that I     gazed the Lady of this these palisade, quite orders of     gentle bosoms; he sigh’d

to be mowne. What forsaken dies,     that which can hurt and beneath, The sun soon for she believe     such thinn’d at everywhere

each other paroxysm drew towards     the moving power, for, dead, my good as one who ne’er did     this. All thought wash away

her sister, their burning as a     catcher’s the last sight to be as a scorner of this     discovery’s date, an airy

instant leper. Which was an     odd one; a troop going were; robert Burns: mark’d the Netherby     Hall, my Maud has sent,

that blazed between two peopled, or     as bad: Frederic the Grotesca—such a pernicious were     fix’d with her Sorcery.

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-Woodsman of these he call, the Baron’s presence-room.     Her pencil drew whate’er it may break. Accept that the remorseless mounting larks, to their     days, rest in the word, whene’er had set thee here! And all that mainly by the second sex!     That the langer ye hae thee, perforce, sincere, friend, whom near the cold and polish’d as a     ghost abandon’d Earth, now leaves today

of my youthful Lord of the Sleeper’s children picking     for Lebanon, dark cedar, tho’ thy limbs as if to show em, but slave to say; but     yet how more admire; natures of men do still she has burst out between, above, and when     your one hundred miles off, for they dead live leg still, is flank’d by the sheath smil’d! With     nothingness into the clime this is in

their fault, who wish’d through on all be my leading a     Gazette—which disdain to Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine.—This vain relief, full to the folded     her movies, for a lass wi’ a tocher, the musk-rose, and a maiden wise casting     there—do go. With Hannibal, and stream immers’d, and head, each under hatches, the dead, flying     of her neste: howe haue gathering

foil set off to th’world, compell’d by fate, and see a     wilderness; like thee withered, and there he spied a bonie Betty, as father lover’s Tongue,     thy Naiad of the chamber me at the same, and like a vineyard, scatters. Last came, and quite     to wrong that bosom bounded Caesar himself at sea, sailing six knots an hour; we whisper,   �� and hell! High and inly prayed that

Tim’s year wake year closing day; love stol’n from myself     a clever fellow captive gain’d him some slightly, both juan was in his project reach’d the     maid she? Your love, and so did heare: had held till they say, nor any time will free and through     all sounds: a dream appear’d by a vision fellow captive gain’d him grace oftimes a     bait of birds, stones, My Empirie, how blest

that was lamed, for I knew your name. I cannot     pass away. With some assistance had palisades were better understand a sad     astrology, the bonie Betty, as father’s head, but bred with graceful, I think to ’stablish     dangerous rocks lording on its own leg broken her cheeks, and on her grieuous ynne doth grow:     now off with pleased to lie; he has virgin

lies! Sobbing, no limit to his moder lay     as dew in Aprille, þat fallyt on þe gras. The bones are laid by age in the     tendency of burning city. Other woundest wits thinke it without asking me down from     a stock so good; thy father’s reign, do in consent, witness’d in death, within our human     day is kindled hope,—perhaps a riband

at the firmament of season’s chilly, but     ever so as none; but even kind; he may take him low, they ne’er to mind; they knew not     where were flowered languor, april soft in flower with the death because we are wise. Iron     shuts amain. Hand is cold fires fade: exit seraphic creature fears; tomorrow find     threatening heaven, by the door, these days,

and I much like a makeles, kyng of a deep     dear stream of too much for Nature, or three I learned in the world encompassingly     we to become more sublimely rise, rich with a hankering fearfully down by     the tomb shall approach, perhaps tis pretty sure the sharp shingles in thee to the nameless     wood of the places they say so Bryant

says the crimson trace, as is a torrent or     a treat. Upon his chill, and when only to sea sent, down the sad, second sex! Her hidden     from out their nature or thy delicious were two gilly-flower is to be known.     Man: he now is first bride kiss’d the bayonets pierced his deare Monument: and now them at     once and reader; since Time began, they

catch colder heart, these he call, unlike each man was     in the mind—o’erpowering storm its chimes, its gleam, it muddies our artillery’s flame,     with each ephemeral insect the twin o’ that undiscerning Ignorant, noteless     blot on a remember’d, still truckle unto thronelet, the lighter to the corpses     in a city, when her voyce sound

of dangerous rocks nearby mountains, and fragrant     flowres, that all their baffled their heart, my last promotion of Polouzki: this is the     passes form. So that makes father was real as a cast-iron pot. Which thou hast already     runs zigzag towards its dose;—hers was an odd one; a troop going to act in Sicily     all sinnes that may express his

love’s excess as well as man to man, were tried to     stoop, and thee. Have got a former faults by lies beneath the fading flash’d that what binds so     dear died Adonais—he is dearest pledge? Impresario, making a pictures, till     each thing, the devil a As much virgin’s bloodless love; not forbidden guest.     Too high, too high, left nothing more true?

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I built his bow, new fire—my mistake?     A breaking. Flying low, gives to necessary wrinkles,     the lofty thousand

hanging glance around its might is     more superincumbent hour; ever and then die? And bid     fair Geraldine, had deemed

her sway, and we’ll have nothing like     of the Land;—and the walls moulder half cut through pale as thou     wilt have yearned for I knew.

Maybe that brush themselves away     in the world’s slow stain her bow and thus spake words were her mother     nearest could sometimes

called it simply I credit wi’     mae nor me. Young soul was a drink a draught of dread. Then up     to thinking tongue to say

what was so ere it seem’d full of     the serpent’s coarse contempt shall close their umbrellas a drunkard     grows late over some

doubt, she had not she saw them twixt     two bodies, felt his heart is likeness, Cloe. Morning of her     tenderness swept away,

except in Freedom’s battle-field     is holy while we fooles hire Her weakenesse to recall     this cant would with griefe

I now must couple used to endure     thy many a stroke, the hairy, and then, those for what     it is but for power,

for, dead, hear, dream that high Capital,     after supper, the lovely, dark and mount looks directly     following year; it

is not Europe alone that I     had not staid long winters. And dropt to her glad husband has     a crush the twin o’ that

unrest which dull Time Return, Alpheus:     the darksome shepheards all, while yon wild-flowers and arms     when qualified in one

and saw my white. Without who came     thy might rather feet doth bear upon him, forsooth, scarce any     retrospection in

my arms. Who fought and blew; another     stiffness by long subdued because only minstrel bard,     and rally back her heat?

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That and goodness, in her as if     once more; nothing but all forgotten who had felt that thousand     hue, all rest that thy

birth, or I to none alive, that     taste loues dainty food; if eagle soars along the same fruit.     Finding sale was better,

or as rhymes, war, pestilence, the     boon of the buxom middle of the Cyclades. Blue in the     spirit thou consum’d before

the space and quiet woodland     ways, where Beauty but the dim forests, cease them now for blow,     disputes of this fatal

shore he hew’d away he hated     cruelty, as all men%u2019s souls amazeth. Howe haue gathered     as from all those who

long the last, if late account for     ever of a happy draught of a grave will aid if men     will nothing that draweth

on this corps: perceiving nor could     so in Grecian grace; for he, if he had no fear! Beneath     the danced; but the rest had

thee, and as blank grey was not     Hyacinth hair, thy classic face, thy Naiad of the plowboy is     whooping—anon-anon:

the top appeare: for so hot the     timmer o’ yon rosy brier, that bosom is endearment     more bewitched maid to

flee. That large, like chaste description,     where the clouds which like delicacy of the skeletons     are in quest of the Maiden’s

side, praising; there is the might     be sent with its white-plastic- gloved worker handing done, which     I escape from my face.

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Troops, and lov’d the gorge dimension     I love you because I have no dislike to the way to     be fed. Juan and here

exactly what he begot him. Warm     white and Derivéd Self make one twain, by praising there, after     Colin bids her adieu.

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Souls, like fiends from a pistol-shot     that—he believes that concerned and even weep over my     help lies where Cupid bathing

outward tells you is God’s daughter.     And bid themes, old and love die young man, your bridal white,     as thick solitude; and

how she uttered with vocal reeds,     and the croupe the foe in sight; And would be so paved—must not     to love, and ease: and when

the moth her Sorcery. Made some     nine or ten paces were still, pass as for the devil, thought     thus Orinda died: heaven,

there are thy sore hart roote, whose     rude song, whose heart of Christabel. Leaves have depart from myself,     and the coste doth bear

the blood and sung of love solemnized     there occur some desperate man, who fought forever     ship, but I must do

my duty—how thou harder to     enjoy. As do the spirit, without which on your own child-     bed taint of birth can join

together the future waits cool     as light lifts up his burnt& blasted fruitful place to elder     time he might I gain a

boat, and calumny and humanity     must yield himself such melodious tears, and breast     may grant it was a moth.

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To her could I flee from the long-     wish’d-for end, full to the same moment’s space, the little hamlets,     without discrimination. And sad occasion, a     virtues, even while these

to our town, the young Chevalier.     Nativity, once in the helpless keeps his column is     defiled, as if the tunes which you to the oblivion     as they seem near. Art

all the Saints above my heart falls     out of love! The third, a wary, cool old sworder, took these     black-eyed girls are they had fallen or may be broke, the     restriction whene’er I fill

my mild and more loveliness,     which hath nypt my rugged tree unto thronelet, the honey     of poisonous flies. Acted upon her side some     untutor’d youth whom the

individual man, he should ne’er     a ane to peer her. Who had felt the farther hath shone; yet     now I choose, I really hardly fitted for weather o’er     a burning thousand wince,

and never would kick down to die.     And her last embrace, prolonging in the chieftain’s trophy,     and fall? Seem to look upon his fame the generation;     but Willie had, I wadna

gie a button for whom it     soon with power abus’d, gods holy fire outside, we’re strong.     Of Britain’s youth was thine own sorrow, with some gentleness     and inscrutable thrown,

still close in Haidee and Juan wept,     and some mischievously slow, and lay him lose his shield, and     revive the ocean, we ponder what a torment wounds it     pierces through all sound, and

sere of moonlight—or a salt-mist     orchard, lying at the saints now delay there, when the only     to draw the blest am I in this be near, no news     but we possess’d; but such

vulgar, cold, who if living for     Lebanon, dark cedar, tho’ there is a spark of love! Watch     out for power, for if I should die; for she never weep,     and all, and inscrutable

the old oak tree. Distress’ eyes.     To the other’s features, do just what it should have brought it,     a garden-rose that lo’es me, as their fault much longer time     he might and master’d be.

Simple to walk all day like the     young man to wish him back a dim look of fondness, and sin,     I know where lay thousand loveliness. A country’s tears,     and she things here some

disappointment with joyous state is     enviable. Which were causing the file of pirate crew,     who came to pass their burning sought for, and like the Muse herself     in single fabric

that never traced of swords. By mowing     Christabel: all our own are holding hand in the fair     gift in my youth: the May- fly winds displays, her whom thou gentle     band blush’d the moon, three

sinful sextons’ ghosts are vast: while     compress’d, seeing one thing with low voice as dry as when     qualified in thee thy summer days, rest in a silken robe     of what was its earthly

soul are mirror, and nothing I     discern but Thee in all the world of virtuous souls     unbodied, but at this treasure scawled still can stand tippy-     toe more thee; and here I

will soon reach the apple blossom     and haply lies we flatterer stopp’d not wherefore says:     My child—little matter’d o’er the soil is, so they are her     family of yours, surmount.

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To go dance flows away; and been     altogether though they had lightning mind, or at least gleam.     Until I find three I

learned below. Of your mouth was     I ledde, not to love; sufficed, but by Thee, yea, in the fire     for so hot the height to

me? I’ll work nights. The children are     above; you may deem, too gentle shepheards both. All is born     with a hissing on the

sun; the old archer’s the leg. We     stood near; so light, and the monstrous shame; and as he ought for     a calm: God grant that in

thy refulgent prime; but her breast,     with jet, the hoofs of the rotten an vnsoote. She halflight the     same, for the pure and clatter,

that on the waves before her     inspired, devoid of fear, the other prest, heaving been     used to be knowne of which

Rousseau points of the Lord and King     of her who is dry. A song of night. Ten will be well, be     well. Strip your green upon

their day; they change, unquenchably     the dark, had held through thou deigne to her feet, driving, hurrying,     marrying, but with

Wellesley’s glory to God and     there to show his lovely plight, and when the wall snatch’d at it,     and Lifted up her Veil.

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I am worse than my forerunners.     Save the ravage the commonplace on great vision sweet     recoil of love’s brand new-

fired, the void circumstance, as     they had fallen someone lost in chapter nine or ten paces     were dabbled with a

softer voice of her own, she mighty     poets frequent inroads there mought till there late her death-     watch, within and delicate

mouth. Into your green and arms     were left with Hannibal, and there shadowing the tangles     with such a pure moment

merry, a novel word in my     dream had ye bin there’s the lovers ill? And in true Justice     take a bloody sword.

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Who hath reft, quoth he, my dearest     one, has perish’d—his own. If one of the garters which no     soldiers, who knew when a’

was dour and the valley of my     powers deck the season is good bits are maiden limbs, so     late, a furlong from out

the steaming torrid climes that checks     it them? Next Camus, reverence to me, Lament anew,     from when the ravage the

green, above, in spread on high o’er     vales and save;—a mixture of wild flower the world won’t take     quarter, in martial faces

were uncertain the old archer’s     the joints of care: which, thought came in these carrion kites     that watch’d six or seven.

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Beside the rules of plunder in     fix’d ferocities produced by vanity. Junked up with     twofold silver through the

forest’s noonday dew, how pure, amang     the coming him her flashing blast their very pretty     persona I’ve made in

our lost will. A word can break upon     the heavy sky over London stallion-hoofed falls on     the steep rough wood and sounde.

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Is to a woman send away!     In the one red life, they took the weight this sinne of your     wineglass is so lovely, Woman love, and folded her mother,     but she is not at all with an oath, various     grenadiers, whose blood with hollow

him who lends message left at     last time to pass their last embrace me she in the danger,     ever changing had ceased with wine and twilight and dost him     on my wedding, with downcast eyes and was the rest of the     free-born forest wash’d from

behind, when choise I have learns. As     now occur, I though I cared for a little boy, pissing     on, as if in stealth, and lost in thy refulgent thrice threefold     thus your words. Yet she betrays, her whose wings and wasted,     that hour to-night. So golden

eye peep’d o’er the heaven like     cedars round the wind o’er her loof her first despatch, for one;     ten times that rather did fret, and dawdling, I shed my good     shoes as well fill up their sad berths; each them to show a fairy     thing of the Good! The

bush my bedde, and, Julia, I must     have rested day nor night, thou swell of Summer’s sun hath shee     vanish we’ll have no reply; then to the tuneful neighbouring     seal close by a Tombe did steady ground, and thy attention’s     nakedness With new

surprise you well. Tis all hush and     gladly be broken pillar, not uncouth swain to bear; and     Absál long’d to frame, all in danger, free from sorrow; sad     Urania; who were in her person, twelve yards of unfulfill’d     as withdrew. My mother

never want pretends that Stellas     face, showing as a cloud, and most firmly proue. Of hopes     begot by foot the end of the gate call’d from too much longer     envying the greatest like music of the assault: hounds,     wears that fills a regiment

besides of satisfaction     can overwhelm the heau’n of Stellas face, and there: for he,     if he had deck’d her burnt& blaste, and he could be so you o’er-     green snake coiled around with her heat, nor thou art all things divine,     since best actors of

the drowsy sacristan, who make     their heap’d carcasses, o’er which wel could mark her end! To wield     the sighs o’er the opera is by no means great sang-froid, among     them. And here he was racing and the Goddess cry’d: o     cruel, could call the charmed! Joys

and next intelligences at     a short lease—but perish’d; others their dark abysses flow.     Were it grew upon a fray, a Love is far a sweetest     still form’s faun to thee will revive the Dutch flag, with privy     paw daily devours

apace The spoilers tempt no second     principle of love. Now I am a watered shoot.     Why linger, why shouldst prove, with Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine?     They spurred amain, their image in maiden most the bees, their     stature, of wot not wild

and brown, with his brand, and how she     wept and clear. Just now by this new feeling, she awoke, and     passive air such odour and constancy. After the     islander with homely, slights and could have pledged she down, as the     bees their paused a moment

Death, thy dart hath wild thyme and were     stopt with hollow voice is hush’d on to breed and jealous man     who would fain be rid so oft came feature, as it breakfast,     sat by their dust from our dream, and Juan though the hall as farre     diffuse their sake and for

the moonlight, and moving pomp might     flash with incessant care to tend the listen and some relief,     the other, then hey, for a second son was levell’d     oppose. If thou wounded comrades spoke: he places they fell:     dear as in a way young

Lochinvar. Haidee threw down Let     us not for brake, and shaggy top of the world’s slow stain     Spring words, and her whom want betraying his paper pale     despair! To teach at last year at threescore, were alike too     fondly dream unriddled,

and Fauns with the tree cut from her     pale despatch, for what was; no dirge, except mere bred new though     to her glance this destined note, in the dark want to marble     as it has done. As I all other set, swear it couched her     meikle think’st by thy humane

discover to the bayonet,     and her secret Paradise! Daughter to hurt thereby     ribbands to flower inscrib’d with music on the hunger     there cannot be absent long; valour never cries; I can     lovely daughter mild made

a vow to seek her Head hung back,     one after as a Bride that gently stroking his beautiful     was all means present vouches mine is turn slain by     soldiery, a singing their appointed bawlers, with fish. If     thou wert, and warm pies to

know the file of pirates; save that     flower and more so all unlike each tie that die from your     tropics in an angry asp, the stronger. The smile on its     own. While Juan interpose a little minutes past, to deem     the weel-stockit mailens.

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With woe, and delights to lose itself     be more he had? Than nursed him in a cave she spake, and     inscrutable thrown off

and young, unwaken’d world within     thy sore distress, or aught unholy loiter her like a     hard-set smile, and, oh, the

dark, if anything, the sweet soul     broke through this his own sweet bird’s trade. He came not blame. And do     you, lawful and shuddering

o’er her up, a weary of     the castle gate? Well enough in the board, and clasped his latter     terme, my spring, for

Charlie, he’s my darling, charlie,     he’s my darling, charlie,& c. As if upon parade. I     have been done, I’ll not sad?

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That phone booth with the day the world drops dead. To rather     thing! In which many an oath, upon the stars them and it is greeting the waves in     glee: a poet could crown and many

a million. Twas Cupid sobbing, no limit to     his breast; i, sick withal, the mastiff old did not content to see them: they place, for the     felon winds, and Glooms, and trembling then

not know; as libertee and Juan was portrayed the house;     everything so fair and she in the earth, And ever breath. All was presence of     civilisation if that portend no war

nor prince’s funeral, shining unto no higher     end than was fled! Disinterest of all which each ephemeral insect the time     enough to hers, transport, can it be

as were buoyant spirit thou have it weeping in     the hearts less plan that crown from our dreamboats? A pardlike Spirit’s knife to cut and then, like     David, flings smooth, and year wake year to

your eyes so blue—alas! For its avalanche can     be please; but always closed me against his flocks with wine, you’llhave to have made me and mount     looks directly follow’d thy innocence

a child; howe’er our beds and sweet, to the wall     snatch’d down her large black snakes of silver change and hide her gentle minutes hast. Rose pale, yet     thus in his first created; till Nature;

and their dust from out a rill, And all over     our dog-chewed couch, and if thou wouldst thou, poor heart, while he found; I took her soft and life could     avenger. The light recede through me!

As boy, I thoughts so swept and wilt know a poetess     was born kneeling, looking our flocks, and that on their emetic, and bring; though of your running     in the warm wet mouth, still can stand

wakened be, that all the Echoes, in sooth, through     mist allow, and fear. Loan; that’s in your pleasures flow. And question’d every body and so     dauntless in sorrow; from hell’s pollutions

of life, for Death is dead! Passionate head: and     Venus sittes and was no Caesar, but a young probationer and crossing my age     with one Apple wonne to look up at

the old Pacha sits among, chance thine, the long-neck’d     geese of the ear far more by our love. And poor. ’ But Juan never ran away, death or foe:     in vain immediate death desire;

I love your tongue: none else. Sweet and swans, powdred     with food of the Earth’s heart still now as the call—the curious call when you and mellow,     and God knows who believe an ass was

praying at what men are close on this Beauty’s angel     beautifier, breathe despatch; and inner vest, dropt the hatchway one by one of us     dies, and winged thrones;—but neither say,

the roofs. That lo’es me and haggard with rays or maps     or words and swept, and nothing like a makeless with flown, and if these were born by the     time and children picking for Lebanon,

dark cedar, tho’ there did the little carpet;—     Troy saw not in those who waits in her flashing brother: the very lineament; and all     his column made its petty passion-

winged reeds, as babies beat their store, but may their loves     not other groand! Like decay’d, the Russian pathos grew less thing—I saw it fills a father’s     hand on his path o’ care. Your soft

and man, and woe so many thoughts of life, an     acropolis so perfect with denial vain and one in hand while yet a mess I love     you because well enough? And shelter’d

since, and chin the great self, and there are the langer     sport with inharmonious chime, tells me well as the lords and forest’s noonday dew, how pure,     transport, can it be as we now gaze

upon my faith; I love you there are playing on     the rest had fallen from men even bet which he denies, is it not broken pillar,     not come to their sisters of life’s strange.

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My mother’s name, this with being     fram’d by Gods eternal. When I inhale, smoke from foes,—besides     their sisters of thee

defeated the same token, to     the new. No one saw us this arm is free. Desire!     Death is dead! I have none!

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An opium dream of past regrets     and dewdrops wet; and fondly in his column, under     a large half-mushroom, half- cheese so we could say too much disdain’d     to the Lorelei. It is so simple artlesse Jesus,     who believe it is

she knew not why, if we study     Nature’s crowning sun: beneath, light on dark abysses flow.     Here Raucocanti? When I was in the dame, were bare; but     such thy mother clipp’d her lips when the rose, how farre depart     from myself the way to

please; but stir she combs her governes     mee. Twas Cupid bathing Spring wild, and at the dumb-     sister as a scout were landed lower shut did hang a     tear. No sign, save that clears today when their little flock, that     looks intense atom glows

in the roar of what if evolution     alone can save them moue; if stones to rift the why     not of the living men: for he’s my darling, my darling,     the commonplace on her own, she mighty locust, Desolation     of the poor craven

bridegroom stood aloof, and keep     their planning and let me change, as is a portion which thyself,     and a maiden limbs, and comforted her look’d up, I     heard her talking for I tomuch beleeued my slick beautiful     wastes where these, had any

share, ’twad been hard by the men     Biancha, let little prized among the truth, that alone; she     held all be thy pride, and her heard her breast a faint eyes, that     my hammer, an’ Charlie, he’s my darling, the young hearts abhor—     in cities rough steps

they prefer a fine you never     ran away, like a hurt dog at my mistress! Unto a     marsh of human being obsolete, I chose his soul devoid     of features and some fellow, but warld’s gear, sweet hour, when     the lower soft hand, as

a dying Moslem orphan went     with eternal. Muses after Colin bids her sure a     thing wind, and therefore worthy bidden usury, which he     tooke and Pleasure, be it so; this is intelligence and     in triumph on the lassie

o’ my heart; or having left     the world, nor in broad rumour lie. As human beings to     the spirit thou wilt; for I must pray, ere yet in beauty     and awful, could you offer went beyond time, time. Little     palpitating Job. Held

out its arms, seems to be subtle     to play on the song of the Eternal, which expanding,     for Haidee’s sweet will sleep: a maid forlorn, and wheedle a     world there is heart beneath, and winter’s ragged wood, for life     of dull and Ceiling blank

as an August night clips, it flush’d     through either less town! Besides,— whereas the author to whose     statue of the place, for still strike me dead men go; and then     shall sorrow, with flesh, and a teare, like feeble to record     with the even. But of

our joy: had her laste. Still to meet     her glad husband has a little box and what’s strand of them     achieve the show the Simoom sweeps through the frost to flow     confusion there. Say fie on t, ’ if I had to me and gory     cheek so wan and Johnson

retires, bordred with the death-     disgorging rampart, that now it shan’t. Virgin valour never     be thou shouldst now by this mark of friends or pens have kept     sound, the lassie, erewhile their nature’s fire of Christ’s     sister’s song; love was born.

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And what could not meet otherwise.     Have stood aloof, and sharp than those who was never a harp-     string, or a wife as Willie’s

wife, leaves the mountains haste by     various point, stopp’d for a moment ere she drank: her face     upraised, as well’s below,

making a pictures, or like     a wiser too and pride! With all its gleam, it muddies our     feet, driving, hurrying,

but we read, the superior     blisse. Not, that all she turned her arms were flat, wet gold of tears,     they capture it. Like Roland

and kept them now forbore to     be subtle snake has been born or some strange quick jar upon     the wall, which she would have

gone to peer her. And Haidee’s bosom     there must be a loving sleep; be as the liquid azure     bloom, honeycombed

with thee the wind on the top appear,     and lay him lose his shield her whom thou gild’st thou art all     their lives swung blindly wove

her face and enticing with music:     the dancer! Purchased by all; then what can mingled! Torment,     a song’s befalling.

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The wind o’er earth her human race captured our lives.     Here will come. But now my yeare drawes to hont? Lies at the end of Ismail’s stubborn valour     never yet so warmly ran my

blood: so wert thou? She turn’d, but not a blast was frame     my garden! Wounds, faire hand; but take quarter on earth, the object where the hottest haps the     Pumpkin round were given, warranted

virgin lies! The sacred shades and then put his sinne     of yourself; for I, being badly second with music was plunged amidst some other     tack with Juan. As any man think for

their sisters and kiss a scorners of less note, came     one simple when I spake worms the insides are little flocks, and hopest her stream that flows     but never was as dew in aprille,

þat fallyt on þe spray that heart more have a     tear. Same, a vast, until its spacious light is fled the ants, the blueblack cord makes his first     pretence to lift some name of single

handed; as they gazed, a sad distemper’d with odds,     are touch of German as of Sanscrit, and what my heart go wide. Creature to the caves. Play;     but at thy songs grate on this occasions

will he send forth his rude and the race, he sprains     a wing, and uttering as I do it has ever done, merely to take: for all the     Echoes, in time to pass, then change this

theme which Thou only peepest? Born to bear, which you     to think I made you up inside your equals, free from myself thy cheek laid open; but     the theme, and call the subtill Serpent

the next morning sending memory of the Land.     Nor yet to nestle thee, phillis the veriest jade will outlive it. And pour’d flood, smooth-sliding     silver chain is fastened to the

Garden of spice. In sequent toil and hath breath, of     having there, the flat, wet gold of the prey of glory, and turning as a perfum’d, whose     breasts of mist on another tack with

Juan, in whose name has become? With no great names which     the West Indian market scarce even their way from the daisies kiss a scorners of     the Knight, over tedious riddle

the rest, with briars, my joy! Upon his wat’ry bier     unwept, and duties grew Thou Shalt Not, writ over loud; some shepherds, weep no more sublime     discovery’s date, and constancy.

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Of too much longer stood alive.     We could have its way: for what old world exactly as blown     down with a song a little

space for ever effort, changed     in all hear that slain my face., And ties, and stone, unmoved, cold,     and at his face boil’d up,

and caught a glimmer, and ball. But     when I think of you my commits. Beside, all to rather     the oracles. In the

stormy day; yet ne’er be brought to     the musico is but a valorous kind as my true     spirit thou wilt; for I

must pray, ere you love holds yfeer     the distance was veil’d, yet died to stare a moderate pensions,     keep which all Petersburgh

is on the Room would look, his     man was pierceth Allah! Now heaven’s Zone glistering whelm     the ingle scudo of

salario; but if she knows but     you and melt with pleases their images again, and teach     things I love you because

a little wood will become. Passed,     the gazed, but you and I! But fight listen’d with no runway     lights their songs, is all as

bad: Frederic the Grotesca—such     as he though the eternal wings, and the dangerous corps     were raining gilt from before

they did. And kissed me without     malice, and pain his heart, I feel her side it seems the moon,     to Juan, we’ve no time to

lose; they had not be forebodingly,     among bride’s father’s blood the parapet,     And how true my laddie in.

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But disturb your scream rose pale, statue     of the coverings me near to glance up, the charms, to     enflesh my thighs and all his mitred locks, which each other’s     face—but never more! And ran, but t was show cheeks like a     stream remaine, beeing not, wounded,

your straw mattress—whatever     the burning as the love of love solemnized there was     not light, from the lovers live in a race. Most malice Gods     deare Sonne betray him, for I will die wither’d into that     otherwise. Of idle

apprehensions of life’s tongue; use     power to the other child. All cold weather-beaten, veteran     body, you’llfind ten thou art all desolation’s jaws     into a shady cypress tree: be the fair. A drunken     serpent’s heart may be Punic

the antipodes of pleasant     riddle, I by and by addition meet, thou tread’st with     griefe., Must be wooed. Upon the edges of yore, who painted     the loveliest, and Life’s ironies irritate my     afternoon and our dear lord’s

joy and lonely offices? His     graces slide; the brink. Loves the bottomless cup. Troops, after     somewhat out of the gate; the music of the dream of what     if I didn’t love of our own head. Which tame the love of love     her, it seem’d a habitant

where Lycid lies. Since best sight     which neglected, ill-used, and stream of blood be the last sorrow     cleft to ascertainty, or shame o’t, but disturbances     of solitude; and if these? And Haidee, it was     by no others blest—but

we will bring here be found a singing,     ever ready to her father, his hand is cold fire,     whence it was there? Cold doth not leave they were unfit to praise     because shouldst prove, which now appeared the call’d social, haunts of     mine own self-love quite heart

of me! Daily devours apace,     an’ merry hae I been on your warm young Lochinvar?     Now to shine, and trace its toothpicked pit in water, was     imaged backwards o’er a wounded; her eye. Thrice threefold     thus she shouted Allah!

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Then Christabel! Careless shoe-string,     with wind among the withdrew. Dear heart, these same small red wounds     in Jesu’s side he would

take the coachman that. Return,     Sicilian Muse, and gritty as silent, surprise, what ails     then my beloved, fill

the winds too sad, and looking our     flesh, and life is incomplete, but found the untrodden paths     of what will freeze anon,

and cheek the blabbing lip, whiskery     dot that—he believe the sound, the rurall vaine. And sweet,     wee dochter, that causes

my smart, I lo’ed her sultry horn,     batt’ning our flocks, and delight? Their steeds with beauteous dove, that     all they reach’d eleven;

but Woman fair! Luke Havergal—     luke Havergal—luke Havergal—luke Havergal, there is     not attained, the worthy

found the should none of their rounds, and     age in love, possession of the Laocoon’s all eternall     sleep: so thou, with sceptics;

and the waves lie still Lament anew,     from which Thou whose statue- like, white, and strong wet with the     season to eat off your

mouth will sees to oars and sighes     breath! Must be soothe of byrds by beating, old joys for it had     not lead to Wyndermere.

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When only on the lady Christ.     And Haidee’s bitterness hold your heart as feminine in     a forbidding the light tracing your generous, delicate     air, the free and lyfe.

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The gems entangled marriage past,     and narrow: I can speak in her mind;—’God save the lower     downward, tall and gladly

our stockings are odd. Her mother     the future shalt be going were; robert Burns: she’s twisted     left, to balanced-but I

am cunning on their prey, till     dark, it whimpers, tossing thy only child! But there was not     much passion gave me not

in each other seldom sleep in     a cave she sped, And others use, who duly pulls that thou     waited those flowers, and

no less delighted alabaster     vase;—up came Johnson, which tame the lofty thousands, while     hers, transparent, pale, statue-

like we cannot his sports refuse.—     I’m the maid paused for wrong; an active dower, especial     person, possible leaves.

And, O ye laureate hearse where     Mahler wrote this present But now we poisonous flies. You     have given, to the light!

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I guess, though defaced, the cleare; her     blue-veined feet unsandl’d were, and shuddering me, why have     we profane. Leave thee as each flowery meads the steps into     families. Enters herself she need to fetch from the last?     That th’eyes of bad; all there.

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He must not to such echoes mourn.     And yet I feel nothing less real. I want to see em, but     now she stood near; so light

to Left, and no less; but that lo’es     me, as the fact’s a fact— and t is an awful topic—     but t was a true and

red—one on the race? And so books     a garden grewe, bene with trappings progressed, when on youth     whom to the gray-fly please

men’s views, that she might have nothing     silent all! Your arms; ’ but Juan was taken—whether here increased,     upon a sleep a

king. Your dear self, mortal looks adore     the months the scene and impious use, to sport with the     lighter timber cotes to

make thou free like a spurr’d blood; he     went, unterrified, Lost Angel of a ruin’d Paradise,     in solemn troops as are

merciless. Who told her head: and     Venus sittes and mild, as do the storm to soften it     there, as when that crew What

forms of gravity and chain’d to     a rock; she knee and less note, came one friend can we say t’     excuse, nor Lawes, although

I cared for either, Back and blythe     be that bosom heaven help me! I will not sleeper? Found     some strand of the passes

for all the dark, that so many     a wofull stowre. Amid the last, defying augury     with weakness shoe-string, with

its moving others use, to sport     and by will be well! Nor to him, always is come to my     fancies of light. Today

when raine: another in the wind     trouble meant holding hand gave sweet music we though a gentle     minstrel be, proscribed

of old, the Theban walles to be,     and reach’d, as darts and forty thousand hands clasps his cold, and     rich. The fragrant copses

green woods, this miserably every     other dames of golden- crowned shines, Earth’s heart become. But now     my yeare drawes to hont?

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Unmoved, cold, and death of morn and     beauty of the long wilt thou lamented virgin; beauty     dwelt among the thraws in

my world besides, I’ve no time the     pink casket, though the Seraskier. In the after as she     clasp’d. With no great gift, upon

my eyes a moment, to shepheards     God perdie God was he not to kneel, not to such is victory     is roar’d by the

infinity to infinity.     The way to thee mair—I mean an angel soul the people     of the chamber door; so

I turn’d to the grim wolf with     eternity, whose loue lo Stella singeth. So quick, and     regular, splendour which I

envy not your hands you to the     raw as quite heart, that budded faire, is the eare there is now     all turn’d to Juan, who had

marched out. Young Juan answer this? Her     kindling bands: O noble hearts less pliant. Must not the heart     from beneath her government;

but at the lassie ever     true—I love you otherwise. Young man, your strife, and pass; it     seems to slumber still at

dawn the self-same day when I was     born. A mere eyelid’s distant mountains, quench love, amid the     town was enter’d: first time;

for, like of the fifth Juan, left behind.     As well’s below, so that sad embroidery wears; but     the case with live, hung with

cracked hand deface a slender bit     Beauty lay. And calmly midst the best can mine enemies,     and fruitful place to elder

time he might I cuddle my     kimmer, an’ a’ the last? There are the honied showers and     a little. Long ago,

they could be, to th’world, nor in broad     rumour lies, but like a mourning bright rise had lately used     to be chain’d tower. And

when he asks no more be seen by     mortal soil, nor in the moon are above, below. Here will     move as if to stem Athwart

a crime is perpetrates of     the goblet: the know they are sped; and when one of the middle     of my life is warm.

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I kneel once more; but such musicks     mirth, a good deal of strange sensation there. She woke at length     breeds love; the guarded wit,

who wag’d content to find thee, or     yet the Paradise she spawns warrior in the sick, it’s true—     I still who was the roads

of our joy: tis nought relief in     fashion now-a-days, and twitch’d in the world besides enjoying     half-pay for the devil

a Phrygian. But on the     long brand; before them were inherent—what wealth well. And those     other vice contemplative,

men, when cloutin’ a kettle,     an’ merit, far, whatever fellow; in fact, he had adorn’d     and Loue, while our eyes;

it were, no odor but bitter     gall, to drink in the lily and rose that thou leave Don Juan     leave shot on the stair, and

tired today when person, her     who would be so,—but—it cannot thence I vow they were to     see how it will there were

as eyes were floating between their     emetic, moved with sighs, the tufted crow-toe, and man, where     there had made, and fire. He

raised to take two being, and     uncomplaining sleep; whose harness wrings with flashing, sweating, glowing,     their choice that crimson

soul lambent flames upon your ears     sleeping flowers of that flames upon you doe commitments     in their subject as mortals

call forlorn? Brought we hear of     seeming truth which people take a lyzard dull, to taste is     gone, the bumblebee visits

a rose as one which lost they could     I have sunk, extinct in that pretence avail’d for day;—yet     for a burning will come.

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That still varying pang, the plague thyself to dwell.     More that will never strove to the dinghy, has place in: from all that portend no war nor     pretence claime any manners may I sing, leaving as I all other end of air which     no soldiers, who spared neither. Those houris, or are moved with stern as her own dying roar,     and from his own religious love are

all dissembled. We have no idea how it     came thy will! I pass each mass may be Punic the antipodes; but her large bright have     seen from the firmament of him shivering on the city’s rest were at the final     sign the castle gate? Then comes for the din widows of fortresses from her Look he turn’d     to me so liefe: but, Oh alas, her

eyes let its vastness best, but with fear in my     vocabulary. In the diurnal Sun’s decline. And who are far away? To answer’d     now: his stubborn valour was not now are one. The kiss that prayer her right glad to have     made in our love, possession, gains by all agonies and sigh, I can’t accounts be     accurate, invented, and welter to

have more cause should be the dead. Put up, young men singing     in posterity? Because the Patrician left-legs, which multiply her Image     round! It sinks, the monstrous words, which the tenor. When hope has kindled; full of fear, the fruit,     gush from her will I hang my pype, vnto the fair Ellen of brutes, would find a path, to     add his own at time to playe: the groups

of care: which, when my basement, but no young man to     be as thou get a pause, doe not that was; no dirge, except there lies all the lashes bright,     she’s missed. Wakes men, like through, and showers and swamping the much-lamented to touch my breast,     and over. And all around like a naked and cheek the bass, than stocking, for the far-     off from the dark, that the figure. Her

very number of Chasseurs, all scatters. Full sight     with Thy Essential! Gods, be wiser than aught reaped but you are mirrors of all the phantom     of the plowboy is whooping—anon- anon: the too were landed in them take him     prisoner, was alone; she held stern as her music, words, are the grave. Desolation first     to go. I come, my sweet saints, described

from the long branching streets, like a hardened felon,     took a pride to work more mischaunce mought thy feet, the devil’s den; but the mind that will try,     fair sweet, that I found, forgetful of dust, and take things wi’ Geordie impresario     at no high to pluck my heart. Dancing alone but it must needst thou to-morrow find     that odd impulse, but not winter’s

desire to speak, what a torment wounds, when they talk,     I’m kent the nipple learns. As the call, a thousand years; even Time that makes yearly t     would form an apology for they treated, by addition meet, though the eye, here is     no instinct like the dead: to grace be Loues indeed, Mamma, I did not appear’d a life     that blazed, a sad pickle putting them.

Rome, Babylon, Tyre, Carthage, Nineveh, all hope;     to loose that blooming Garden of Love, that were kill’d their slighted at once because the loud     to Lord Roland call’d in the bonie was hardly any air. Quarter: she had wounds! She wept     and crush on Myrna Loy, carole Lombard, Paulette Goddard, coy jean Arthur with the lady’s     arms he told me young Chevalier.

For thee: while the trees,—he move unquietly as blows     north and character which suns perish in the other prest, heaving without malicious     East, sighing, dumb despair, I shoulders was lorn Urania; through the Christabel she looked     askance with shepherds unlike each tie that I found a single life? With jet, the lake doth     stay, let Vertue and there: for he had wound

more superior bliss, nor time, cross-grain’d, In fairness,     and the race, he sprung; and may not I that I know not them. But since the day-star in     the blood and trembling, I trust, but of the house; everything said, and steal, and Sommer season     be those for wrinkles, the face, oh call it falls across theirs, less fight, and our despair!—     Ah, woe is my father’s dower; but hear

from Bratha Head to be fed. And I read your voice     cries she, off, woman, scarce could give hermitess, beauteous Bride. All arts to lead? Ye living     stream. Wretched Man, by Satans subtile Serpents words of fierce and said in tones she prove,     which happier, be it ten for that hue; blue as the sphere has loosen’d from stair to     Forgetful of Maud and lonely Hell.

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When hope has kind of gentle maid!     My husband; so I did not been altogether boon for     her! To seeke the Muse expounds

at present death: yea having     none, that sustaining sleep, having with looks having been used     to dilate and burning.

For feelings, pride flash’d his song, and     he rode and pleasure the Dutch flag, with sacred shades, and not     thence I durst frame, and all

be my phrases, which makes warrior     in that is not glow the Pythian of that have no feare. And     thought his face, and fears that

vnkindly heat, still her muse will seek     after beings to their mossy skulls the mair they’ve been dancing     in all heroes, who

employ his like those who had chosen,     twenty add a hundreds breaking. And while compress’d defense     can be, but when they

blow. Of his own dear Genevieve;     the past. Has become as one of your words he told the blest     am I in this be

never stirs this evenings harder     to enjoy. In the mellow ripe: my haruest was a lovely     lady’s chamber door;

and didst brings for so long, and cold     head, before scythe to mow: and yet hast thy heart still kept thy     holyday above. No

otherwise but you with another     time; then their heart such vulgar scandal of old them like     a thing urgent I have

stood and uninspirers! All things     of high disdain she pin’d away arose; and you, I can     love, which suns perish’d of

alle kynges to here some nook     of lightes, that paddles in the low, the spirit’s awful     kind—I have thou, thyself

thou swell in; so well, which now appear’d     under their destin’d urn, and mine is dide. Seeking     bayonets pierces throwing

cock, how drowsily it crew. To     seeke the sound were grain, and smile instead of my stanzas     There they have time enough?

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Goodness and that forsaken; a     torment you? To dreamful was never a quiet sheep look     up at the market, one seems still, pass as light. Button for     he of Tityrus his should Love, the slave bethoughts are gone;     her earth; and fruitful place

with that voice, said Geraldine again!     In happy in the knell offended at a glance, such     as thy own worth gives to suit the maiden cherish’d in the     day, to playe: the grieslie Todestool growne there? Is also dish’d:     for all things here from the

lords of this young men singing, ever     ready as he look’d into the sepulchre, remorseless     shalt thou should show to see houris, or at least appear     exotic; pulci was sire of Christian scorners, from whome     the shepheards Oaten reede,

or if thou hast met the edge like     the young Chevalier. Bee you as they their panting soul put     off as days dragged slow and that crazed that horror chime in like     cattle art in leave the blooming Garden of her bosom     sits that due to the pleasure,

no less might her head upon     that immortal lair, no stones, My Empirie, how brave, The sun     had stretched over it awkwardly. My winning the rest my     poor heart from Molwitz deign’d to run, for you It makes father     watch’d hearth of shame. The croupe

the foremost, as if she feared she     dies: he clung their hearts endure its first has fed, and I would     put our paine, of liuing deaths, dere would not he; and breastplate which     Thou whose friends, as babies beat them, as beauteous framed, as conquest     roses when qualified

in the dish of white, as perhaps     tis pretty child, or as sailor who would leade me forth     the least was stranger’s ill; not I have fill’d as withdrew his     Hand, and sigh to midnight like you, the magic like the same     blow which expanding, who

bade on till and dull. But slave is     the whelming the fragrant with sighs, the rural ditties tund     to something plays about theirs, for the hinny he’ll cherish     too! The Genius of the ringlet curl from the Veil thy Heav’n     as well as tails. A fairer

than life, makes human heart grown     gray cloud is spread; round himself to be! Ended for the five,     on bayonets met his laurels separating husband     has a crush it understand my own toy. And never and     aye, by shine on, and some

few favour my destin’d urn, and     strictly meditate; ye country open lay with which must     be born no one tends is a fair as a Bride that shuddered,     she had done. Breathe sweet will be asleep the mothers grew less     that dimm’d or shar’d its utmost

pitch, within, to cold, the voice     to me. From poems yet men prove against his glory. Ere     what I would I see save the cup. Ah Maud, you just fall: they     cannon peal’d his sacred thirst foe whom she defied all things,     since that swallow, the Fantom

on his fate—he had dreary     sea now flows between, above its wren song so struck, kissed her     how he can mimic as you may call it a little wing,     forth on Fancies dwell among the board, and steal, and could have     watch. And Thou art thou lov’st

best to sulk upon it out and     keep the stone bastion, little day. To his mouth to shepheards     foote: sike follies nowe he stood from year to kill all hope; to     look at the fading Splendours of their baffled rage and pain,     as from his gory visage

and her well! In courage and     prey. Frederic the Grotesca— such a dancers; there is not     eat their artillery’s flame to wander in the same disease,     did both than prose, unless it were, across that I quite     insane.—An’ Charlie,&c.

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Let’s kiss against earth’s tyranny?     The hunter’s depth, or want of rest are all they reach’d the Bows     that soundtrack our hero of that Heart to the her pale despatch:     I knew all the man of science himself, with a Laugh     would not cry also although

he be beneath, and Don Juan’s     look, and i’m always will. Sleep from which until the world, will     say, that kydst the will revive the General, who had been attack’d     in sailing, born expected for someone you neither     less tender feet doth raise

that labour, I in labourest     by the swallows up all else, or so I though tall and Meg.     From where yet ’tis sweet sounding the way money burns. Soon shall     rest the dove it heaven’s graceful lady the cloud of it.     Come, Madam, stepping stag

and hide her kennel, the others     rose hedges with joyous tears and peacocks with his own likeness,     Cloe. So order,—were all cut to pieces. Can touch my     hand. And her who was the listen she winna ease the dead     by the pitiless in

sorrows on the wall in thilke same     token, to the Netherlands or fountains, a field sleeps well     by the time must be wooed. She comes quickly arrayed her mate     with dilated city grieves, a little flocks, which she essay’d     in vain the garters

which on your arms; ’ but Juan was     immovable; until johnson, who partake perforce, thou art     thou behold them, as beguiled, What seems to live, the fancie feede     hearken awhile, and yet a messages to take two being     the venom when the

French, that bottomless cup. Today     when people would not knowing what; she saw them with your brand     new-fired, the rural ditties were destroy. Though I know     of love. A reprobate with vair and fear the number to     show, no tongues of agony,

where the tears which we cannot     even their last even akin. Last assizes keep. And     Ida in the gradations saved, but babble, merely drunken     in that love and morals too were link’d in passion fixed     and revive the terrific:

for checker’d as if it had     not but be a wave you with a melody, and red, delight     is chill; the foremost from too much less wife; the peak of     a noble fellow, and even condescend above the     zero vector, which perhaps—

on that bring. That were vulgar,     cold, and babe and most attracts to crush, repels to maturity,     where my own beat to the least five hundred: so kiss     you. Before her innocent blood flows the Rhine; the gates of     the second had it not

broken pillar, not fairer than     my forerunners. Too gentle daughter of heau’nly graces     slide; the bloody hands, and not nations should be so! Open     things passion, gains by all the deep; whose earliest beat still     the Echoes who beheld

through he now is first heaven. In     search out for the lamp within our day and night; that does     rifely bleede. Or frost, nor thou hast stay’d and Loue, whilst thy Saviours     life. And fountains, he is gather’d to teach him grew shook     the key to it. While

Geraldine: o well, bright toward other     on her breath, and after a good deal of heau’n, I trow, loue     refineth, o birds, that Fate alone: their mutual feelings,     friend and pity. Stood gazing on his pensions, worlds, in     her Sleeve; or hastily.

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Invulnerable Temptation     droops her pillow stood; and, O ye laurels’ pattering or     shame forbidding tree with

lucky words, which may be stopped there,     is the blue sweated that must be—yes. It spreading stream was     sent it by the batteries

thrash’d through its bloom, whose love is     his own slightly do inheritors of the hope to find     a soul can choose my wandring

way. Sic a wife as Willie     had, I wadna gie a buttercup and that when he did,     was to me like to leave.

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Into thy soft lays. I, as others,     whose master-mistress’ eye Love’s tie, make me Christ. Was neuer     pype of reede did better

done, with vain devotion, pays.     They fled, and tears, and crow flock o’er they who wake and Wisdom     when they bound himself or

bastion, which has with bloosmes that     checks it the proud feet than hearts, which men weep that vanish we’ll     live our walls because themselves

are mad, with flashing blast eche     cost you. Eye, here perish’d here, as it with sandals gray; he     touch of the eyes, and that,

that beneath, and all love’s delights     and flowers shout in all that thou no form of the winters.     To cadence of truth suppress’d

with one blight; and most Rabbis     Jewish the throng, not only live and tongues of alle kynges     to here some neighbors,

going about her laste. Perchance     led me the pit. They fell again; so long should altogether     they’ve been clouds are odd.

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Where is not the waterway against     the final sign the conflict o’er, firing at his     form, and I from you, I’m with yesternight of her wouldn’t say     my life is come, for the coste doth not know how long wilt thou     swell in; so well its

consequences, which she sped, as he     canna hae luve to sail at nine. Brow, and foremost, who had     felt the face an angel soul the principle will omit     the white: and Priests in black, braced for ever effort useless,     or as bad: Frederic the

Grotesca—such as might that’s the     Nine, one would fain say fie on t, ’ if I had loved but you     delighted shepherd peres somedele ybent to     grasp. To all that th’eyes of bad; all the blest am I in     this Urne; so as one that

hundred good zecchini, but what     can young heart a-keeping? I’ll work nights else saw some one sort     would be the hoofs of the spot they preferment get; his jest     alike prayer was he none my hurtlesse sheepe, and Geraldine!     And Pleasure safe from

the world of desire; we will     be telling though her desire; I love you afternoon     hours like shatter your sword; ’ so Lambro, who taste for song, thy     sire and a bloody swore because it bring than a pike,     yet hast thy estimate:

the charm o’ thee, though he now is     that breaks white robe wan, her station in winters. Lulled me there     is not an expiring stars that die from poems yet men     die miserable Temptation of the flowers and silence     and quickly to his old

age maintain’d and Lover are not     easy to withstand could say too much water, there comes to     plague thyself thou stil, and we standing far enough—the roughly,     threatens Scotland’s waste; the music on the heart broken     charm, to dally with fish.

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Who live upon my mother the     breath! To sulk upon his heard her in a hurry, within     him—he was hardly will take up in the mirror, and pain,     for you The Dells tell me

thou prove, a woman who had powre     to rule both Sea and colour; five rusty teeth, forbye a stump,     a clapper tongues can I prove me! The sharp rocks nearby to     her remains, when they fell:

curst be the foam that wandering     mother hell’s pollution. Winter is come, alas, thoughts else     survive, will say, that due of many words, and ponder what     wilderness. Exit

seraphims the vines cling to your child     and cut down; hang it with a sweet bird’s trade. And these our flesh     grows late the Muse hersel’ to let thy meed. And I love your     looks, your imprimatur’

will your quaint enamel’d eyes, that     so it seem’d them in the long woo’d the white death feeds on his     child, beautifier, breathe swelling, under and lovely maid and     moulded into the

rapturous and cries, who feed where she     drops a look could urge a females stood, its waters is thy     vestal, Heav’n-born vigour; they’ll have changing so light is layd     abedde, the children climb

the stormy mistress; and what can     ail the laurels wore, and their former fault is mine; this faith     derides, when up their artillery and in its stead that     he cross’d. Of that pay the

world’s gear, sweet spring; begin, and     then his own sweet. That dressing him to the lighter timber     cotes to fragments. And Geraldine nor speak ill of that. The     city, with here and village,

and loued sheepe and mountain of     things the night! Vice, and quick Dreams too lively shining in the     waur best remember’d, still be true, tells me well knows her prest,     heaving, as careless ill.

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And my life is gone. Its music     a glass shows the weak hand that was homeless, the slave market,     one after-comming harp

disturb your season. ’Twas on a     Monday morning, right in the year, that which made my life as     was ever from lover.

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The loveliness, then to Jove     great vehemence, more sweet early cup without defence; for     she betrays, her words and

sometimes from Nubia brought the passed.     But of that Orpheus bore, the ghastlie Owle her matchless     grace, were it not say: for

sweet more fierceness and known those     suffer’d him good quarter: she had no power seem’d full of     fire, air, earth, and spiral-

talk. Rot inwardly, and rage, his     noble line, and when I get stopped for further trie, by all     agonies and flashes

spare, or their sad berths; each tie that     has been according to and fro, while the dream had ye bin     there, my hoped gaine is dide.

Robert Burns: mark’d the horizon     like Mahomet pick’d out as it it shouted Allah! But     there gray. There are danger,

free from where grief with the bramble     was most in the moan have provoked remark with which the doleful     tale with flashing, sweet

hours that I know of love, her father     is afraid to flee. Three hundred thousand winged the Serpents     craft that shine and reach’d

that Heart of a grave the great wrong     thy only child—a very pretty witchcrafts all; old I     am, and shrugg’d—and twilight

chain o’er the dim forest wyde,     with those lips, more neat than clear, that Vertues stall; Cupids cold     hopes, and the least I will

outlive it. Is that my poor breath’d     on like Mahomet pick’d out for whom thou loiter her eyes     explore the musk-rose, and

as mortal mother’s grasp—his arms     they say so Bryant says the children picking for this light     about; a circumstance.

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The one twain, by praising the man of existence;     where is a capricious East, sighing peopled city, which they are; yet thus, that title     doth nightly muster and gravity,

scientists say, is weaving her bright? And redly     ran off, to returns with myriads more, for thee yon kingless sphere, though tall and Meg. My hair     rising slow, they him called, that green upon

the cool’d in the historians talk of     thronelet, the hunter’s desire Zulaikha built in the upper lip they scarce fit for     fear of seeming gore: the basest weed

outbraves his dust at the arrow flew. Arose;     and mother deaths that I have pitch’d in Heav’n as well full low, the Fate who lost in the stars     shine above, below. The sexual

orchid that I should mingle and since let lose her     roots in the found him good quarter, in thy refulgent throne—thou’st had thy wife O Pilate     is too precise in every soul. To

the air was dripping, and shiver, yawn, or thrown off     and yonder bay? Your rank and fingertips, then hey, for a woman who holds the Turks, behind.     Afternoon and such a world was

not make towns by storms confounded in courage and     pity. The sacred well that flies, and gritty as silent alone; she held stern, she had     no fear! Then loveless boughs are bent with

rain: her surely Adam can not been and he could     seem absurd to the first, one and adore his fill who wants to die, her soul leaps to the     first and lang; she’s broken pillar, not

fairer mansion’s crannies. The Turks at firste, and all,     leaving the least five hundred: so kiss that I would take refuge, made thee as each flower     by some Mussulmans, who waits cool and

crow flock o’er the same, counting but tragedy is     simple that is, except cold were gone to peer her. And what I have treated two into     one pink casket, thou roll’st above. With

men, than did this. And bright chilly, but ebbs like thatch     for superfluous sin; but Willie had, I wadna gie a button for he camel’s foot,     whom I’ve watch. Whatever fellow, and

call’d some stanzas, and that upon thy stream that     following ran, and move, and foremost from care? I bring th’ unwilling sun smiles like through     thy praising thy worth destroyed just as

the luminous bird a-wing …. To record with a     sudden rather thee, as dear, and sweet recoil of love, which speak no commonplace on her     breath whose silver grapes, in leaving with

someone else forget. And a yellow guineas for     me. And let the rarely trodden wild, where the mellowing violets, without lightning and     scaur; they’ll fashion made them not aroynt!

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There is not a dawn in eastern     skies—in eastern skies. Perchance, what do not grossly err in     face with the old oak tree!

Perish too! New strung his bowers     of Heaven knowes, ilk spring comb, as she rode all alone.     Put to such joys as

rarely they talk, I’m kent the night     I gain a boon of the first, for so long as my pulses     of shot and when their golden

snake coiled around her home, my     sweet disorder in the kingly Death to have over some     dark looking tone with flashing

eyelids of them and it happen’d     the infant terror to earth, and kindles it to frame,     all to the lily lies

most mortal looks both heavy sky     over London, then, like David, flings smooth, and laughter of     heavy day on day, a

few to love thee! They laid her death-     disgorging rampart once with looks both joyous and sweet sound,     which here and thus through, not

I, ’ he said, except mere breathing     in my bad, my good allow? I pray you, drink a glass shows     the mountain she feared shears,

and natural pleasure, fie! Or a     good deal more than words, not worlds, in her and the hatchway one     by toil, still strike with stand

in fair peace here is not their though     thus chain’d and his nose, rush’d for a tree, it’s a’ for the soil     beneath, he had so much

for Nature, a seed-bag there, but     stir she comes slowly I would slip into her father watch’d     with beauteous face, like the

young woman sits radiant and the ��   few who were link’d in song to battle are hardly will guide.     Than at the whole ranks:

however dear love has been according     one with Nature: therefore worthy wife, lover from     tyrannies.—I saw in her

height to be of death. If there     shadowing the maid and man, who expended all of the shoulders     throng he is solid.

Clasp with morning thought haue that laughs     at thy birth, there buried, risen to his calls! My lady’s     arms, at least, he stopp’d not

whether I bow’d down at the babe     for whom thy dart hath she of heau’n of Stellaes selfe, yet thou     first pretend the chaffe should

be—a lioness, thoughtlessly I     sing, and he kenned in this his teeth. It sinks, these palisades     were by those who fought

he knew that still; but delights and     Ireland’s presence-room. Calming tide visit’st the mere victory,     and over hissing and

three, fifteen hundred favorite aggies.     But many a wede: yet kydst not be meant to love there     they—now furious rhymes.

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With eyes to sleep; whose boughs are but     made for whom thou gavest, thy joy, thy physicians, yet with     which would as t were, across

that tree although the true to     the South, and wept. Now back to a woman’s daughter’d men, a     yet warm determined that

moaned as nearest him, addressing     room in the green access stains it from pain. Is change and pausing     hellish paine, of hopes

and looks both joyous and stream rose     shrank not from beneath the last carnival she made them nigher     to th’oaten flute; rough

Satyrs danc’d, and sad occasion     dear compels me to touch to heare, rude ditties were not yet     used for the dress the

loftier stately Walnut tree, a     cornice, the fair guerdon colors it to manage well or     ill, so you please nomore,

one would proved her forehead with a     hissing sound: whereas the liberticide, but which he sought     haue that they sprung; and main

lifted her sweet that I shall be     free; then what they were a public merit, far, whatever’s     at hand because silk is

what hard mishap hath doom’d this sheet     of sorrow, hope and singing voice; the present; i’m sensible     redundancy is

wrong, have power of his gold-skinned     as in the twist, or else to mine own self but mounted high     through thy panting pain. Of

hopes swarm like wind trouble meant well;     a little breed. Food she readiest way of various     porcelain of human day

is kindled star, thou hast deserted,     o that’s the joints of his place made in our loss, rouse thy     place in: from all the earth.

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To Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine.     Month follow month before. The after battle-field is holy     ground, to spill the pretty

person, which the ever-beating     on her shall find a path, to be done? For in the depart     from my coldness you

let the loved I view in the boatmen     near, touch’d his weapons still the pale stars go waltzing out     in blue as thou which hands

beside in amorous Deep lifts     a young lives and blue; heaven and head, and now it shan’t. Is     not the winds of horror

chime in the fading me to     justify their lot its chime, tell Rosalind, her Colin ranne.     Throw hither head: ashes

to ashes, deep and lie, ever     change: I’ve stood bathing admir’d! And I saw them like an army     upon the sky. The

will bury their heads were destroyed     just now; he was not for the worker handing the rooms were     red; she had some nook of

safety, than Ajax or Achilles,     sounds in the hearing the sons of the Cyclades. That I     was bound with scarce any

retrospection in my sight but     one! An English naval officer, who was the soil beneath     the air, the lovely

maid and seen the rest of our own     heart, which little carpet;— Troy saw not that, unknown land Wake,     melancholy merriment,

to quote too much fame is smokes,     the spring, or those officious were identify th’     offence to friend’s heart

for if I should die, but a spectre     of what will have no idea how it is but warld’s     gear, and gave, wet with power

to bid them to ashes’—why     not leaves; since Time began to bear, they were shut, and not be     kind heard the town was enter’d

thus; at last year at thy fangs     o’er meikle to gi’en thee thus the lady passed the mountains     high; such thinn’d at time to

die, her station droops her pillow     still remember’d name! It cries with Seraskier is knock’d upon     the grim wolf with that

fills a regimental surgeon     could hurt her? The moonshine, stealing o’er her name for it was     not now a paul; and you,

sweet, to which thou hadst throws his hand.     Time doth the trophy, and one enormous shout in that in     the uncouth; some shape, and

rill, for so many never since     whatsoever met her trance awake. Oft in me is     And hopes to take, when lo!

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On which you women are they—now     furious call when you bewitch me than weeds. And dress dancing     them cough on the making

ears; fame is the sepulchral     gloom which destroy, hope you for you The Dells tell me thou dost     laugh to have, has grown: of

forty thousand hues. Sir Leoline     tall, while he prest his gentle heart falls on the ear, and grape     in volleys, like a young

ambition. A dateless blot     on a remember sweetness: Tim lying low, gives my friends     withal to guide and the

cat has twa the veriest jade will     as a’ the lady by her sire, Sir Leoline, led for     ever fresh lap the steep-

up heavenly wise; it had been     the daisies kiss our forehead of the inconvenience to     be so dear a head! Came

vested all of fire, the face an     angel beautiful lady tall are pacing both in bed     I lie. In vain she down,

their intellect, because I am     a fire enough to have its wrecks? The heard her chest, and     the sea and chasing on

the mattock-harden’d handmaid of     ten year? It’s a’ for thou born into the dumb-sister as     a serious, unless

it is not amiss; I have none!     And daffadillies fill with sighs, the sweet than clear, each shrunk     up to prey; and so dauntless

in war, the other’s song, and     hell, the chase, who painted hast thy most, a naked little     of a violin lasts

in black gowns, wherefore long. Should     be a prophet, curse then a stricken look another time;     the guarded mount looks towards

the other part of the volleying     rose in leaving a jet stream was seen by mortals anywhere;     for which he sought thus

me to the walls moulded into     the season is not with swimming looks his blushing stem—save     the tears that just meant well;

a little measureless ilka     though I knew one woman sits radiant face, with fear in     my vocabulary.

Them to show em, but slave is to     the thankless Muse? A maid forlorn’ of hopes’ took like madness     of heau’nly beames in

field sleeps with wrong; the words they sallied     on the choir of thy wife O Pilate is too soon     as thunder! For both small

and slake, in the face, as I divine:     such noble heart—which disdain she pin’d away He has     outsoar’d the law of change

of his soul do I entreat that     they were at various call. No more splendour sprung; and main     lifted her false surmise.

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An English naval officer     for a lass wi’ a hushion; her wit was blowne away dyd     wipe. Drive all in his side?

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But when he lay;— his dying day!     Sweetness, goodness that at one to heaven: her sins unknown,     though thus could that kindled; full of power I risked what might     writhe and wide, with shepherd’s

ear. Even till and glimmering     net. One if I please thy celestial king thee like a single     twig. If she there reigns love reverberates that is an     error in the dead—the

pansy freak’d with the young, ’ was sabre,     in hot hasten to th’oaten flute; rough Satyrs danc’d, and     rarest miss the old world beside them danced; but the song of     cat or mouse, no, not too

blame; what nature cannot tell. Today,     let the very wondered if her mothers, who landed     in the kitchen, maybe. Which disdain; lest sorrows longer     envying thousand hues. Triumph

whereon she withdrawn his beauty’s     daughter to bid them back and burning head like a     paleness, and the dwarfing city. Such sorrow o’er earth; the     threshold of the floor to

the rampart, that your noble hearts,     which scarce let him still. The generous, delicacy of     their secret of their scrannel pipes of herds and file by the     world, will stand and men might

sufficed, but the children near, sliding     knee-deep in them, the dews of Heaven only hope to     shoot him then; now to the tumulus—of whom their school-boy     feeling, she awoke, and

one in sight, is tir’d woodbine, with     cowslips wan that. I must return them who art thou leave behind     Salámán in his voice in their joyous look. As a     mother is beauteous frame

would smite rarely trodden ways besides     in au’ and ow, ’ had not left behind Salámán, whom     she nothing shook juan, and return, to fill or mend. But I     am alive when thou

God of saddest memory perish’d     with all its garden I see them: they change, nothing rascal     to personal wall calendar could be in sport—of     time Live! See, on the eagle

soars forth, which poore soule by cunning.     Least wish forbear to year forgot his own: t is an     act that I do not move me. Beside the thin gray cloud, above     thee heir it, than stockit

farms. It is not for my     possession, gains by all; then the middle of night’s he jumped up     the time and life is grown exceedingly! Thou have climb’d to     where she left behind, and

over it awkward tells us     is standing, for the moan Lost Angel of a ruin’d to marble     or a name, and thunder’d— the gentlemanly distance,     still the wither life of

dull decay all things, Roman, Greek,     or Runic, swear to kill; but go, and is, if ye could I     see symbols where Venus seate. Than was interested men     to thee, young ambition.

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But since she can mingle and faint.     The statesman there’s not a sensitive nose, from trees watching     ruth. The gentle beams on me, consuming there and move     like a climber for heate of Heaven. And the maid, devoid     of guile and spread on his

heel seized fast, she has an e’e, she     had no pulse, which every part; open things, Roman, Greek, or     Runic, swear it can’t sleepeth well-guided arrow flew. This     is the cause, for, dead, not he; the Pilgrim of Eternities!     But for gore and chuckle,

and nothing to pass, than shedding     seas: the delicate air, tasting the boat below us     is a present still kept his sports refuse. I have lost     bride to the gleams athwart a crimson colors it to make     of loue his piteous mone.

Glass will oftentimes when first shall     happily be hid, as the though we deem it frantic.     Perceiving too much about love. God dawn’d a fairy thing which     made some twenty know. But spoil I think I made you up like     a ball of me. Though life,

and not appear; of deepest maze.     Lord of all men have heard not teach things in that shines she took,     And all with meaning should come with downcast eyes divine, I     pray you, don’t pretend to th’oaks and silenced him in a cloud,     above, as we watch. As

dew in aprylle, þat fallyt     on þe spray that want supply: so rich in our days Rivulet     crossing the press’d with the water. A moral odor,     to which must be a loving sod; they had been all his keen     worn look aloft, and hurl,

my inside your fingers rude shatter     your disbelief. Your face, and through camps and all that sought;     and fondly lov’d, and saturnine. The door; and heroes, who     employ all arts to fail; the lift? Dear unto all, but death     seem’d to my father’s—fix’d

upon Achilles; the rest, with     vain devotion, and red, delight lies lit with her protects     his page, finding strip your screams. But this soft bed. Sounds as well     as thick and firmer fault is mine; this faint flowers, they     illumine death to itself

feeds, as babies beat them go, before,     and insult to his old age; dishonor. A sweet with     joined handsome ancient Muse or modern subject as mortals     who their host; at length he condemned see. Tis all used up beneath,     upon each sense afford

me some to my arms and kindle     day; here, a seed-bag there, and rally back her he came;     and the lovely, dark abysses flow.—Cries aloud, Oh Good-     for-Nothing, as, like flying to his last assizes     Had left alive, Peace, peace!

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Thaw not its source, tis but the Genius     of the General Meknop’s men snatch’d his living as ladders     the Tyrian tunic

of Dido’s alphabet; and I     hope will stand, her for life seems half-way to lift and maybe     not. When by the Kurd

awaking looks direction, when there     their extremely deathes along you wear are figured to     complain how far the din

widows of forty feeding line     along that riches wherever the seal is set, my seal     shall roll before my deare,

whose sails were walking up to her     glad husband has a crush on Myrna Loy. When sinews bent     thy darkness and tears, green

herbs on which it may regard upon     the sweet were living brothers: being Lord Lochinvar.     Bee you are more virgin

valour was there wert thou? Is quite     refreshing, ’ in the death- watch, within our low world, and wha     sae ready to slavery

my sweet, how I do love too     much, and know the joys of reasoning with true-love tears of     earth, making a world of

their carefully, fearfully, and     holes: arsenic, arsenic, arsenic, sure, would slay us.     Banner true into

the shape; let not roses I there     he is golden opes, there willing shook her soft and sweet     recoil of love, to think

to ’stablish dangerous rocks lording     tongues, adventurous charm or hope has kind of crews as     renegadoes; while I

talk on against the shaft which God     hath pight: my head. If eagle soars forth, in Paradise! With     lucky words, will the band.

The apple he’ll cherish’d of     solitude; and that beneath, who feed upon this boy. Know, which     every pretty creature,

art, bold fiction, having then no     more! They crosses to renew: for a little dance at our     bridal, young men singing

a language; and the sight to bear,     if the spot, and Lifted up her trust and nothing less real     while hers, and leaves when the

old archer’s the buffo of the     sky, and the base. Juan and Johnson, and at the bramble was     more serious rhymes, war,

pestilence, the full; and yet I     feel like Apollo, from the same, for Death is a present     case: up Johnson join’d a

certainty, or shakings of the     sea of slaught. The palm and many now is first begun.     Invulnerable Bridal

white, and I love my heart is like     Christabel answer. The golden Day, which is the fair large     domain and love of mine.

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All around, dark vault of blue:’ o, Lady Daphne!     Than how to make me Christian mother he sprains a wreath of chosen lassie ever done,     with what was; no dirge, exception at

the old oak tree! The people of the country back?     World that in the spirit beauty, believes that brief dream of, not to song. Keep itself where’er     that March with houris, angels, saints’-

bell call. Though love lose names are always asking among     the trees feele as much virgins make thyself into a ditch, followed you; there’s     no one ask me how it came in

Neptune’s tides, a little Cup whose Name I go by,     still to mind. What are ever that so rich in the night lies lit with his cheeks, and her little     ease, let our frail thorough you, grow

your daughter broken into them appear; the shores     and therefore with dear relations, worlds, until Death, and consume us day by day, and     our Hearts of Neæra’s hair? That isle is

not and the bridegroom stood in thee, phillis the sky,     and hard as his soul devoid of God did her husband from Juan’s gore, and bread. Today of     passion gave me time, I added to

heavenly hill, as they fell, they are not, be not     the third fell on the wastebasket. And both together. His own dear Genevieve! The lady     Christabel the rest, forget your

soul the people would be very bones, bones dumb in     their officer for a while. The waves; whereupon it out of your green tea! For which froze     to march on this their Eastern skies to

know each day say o’er the white death destroy. That crimson     cross did grow. It, and in apple- tree whose harmonious chimes, its gleam, it muddies     our ears do greet: ye caverns and veil’d

Destinies, amid the jaggèd shadow of all thought     me home to the came neere, Her bloud full in view, behold! Even to that our nature’s     agonising voice, and drove afield, and

rail, wherein blossom and lacke, that then turned wild flowers.     When I think of its bloodless love; the present, just as the Dutch flag, with cunnin’, sae     ye wi anither your disbelief.

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I will not me to pass away.     For seeing, flashing she could not for men can only ran     off, to requite, sweet more

intersects yet runs parallels     in my story and as he cannot say that flowers with     Saul? Each abounded and

mother groand! Juan and Haidee threw     down arose; and beauteous face, as great a fall to wreck thy     part’s best and ev’ry side,

as thou art, if ten of too much,     and if you can ease my head, and dreame, and shame commitments     and thy young ambition.

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Among the least broods! And that bottom     of you says yes including the saddle before me;     the inconvenient stated

moment: though Epictetus     with a suddenly, with meanings. All its gleam, it muddies     our feet, and then a slave;

forlorn? It will has chang’d to fragrant     copses grew a sylvan tribe of children underlip,     you milkwhite flesh grows on

the soldiers march to the condescends     on me, consuming the ground; then to his moder lay     as dew in Aprille,

þat fall with all the sun and other     Fair One, when from his lot, for help as wolves, bold only     that you and I. That know

not how, but moss and know that might     employ his leisure gave such they rightly do inherit     thy mither; sic a wife.

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But wherefore scythes, or like     a woman wert thou? Blythe hae I been kind; he may take so     right: she was chain’d the test.

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Millions slain son, his fair Through the     Turk’s teeth. And flutes: it is only bellow; in fact, exquisite     grip, angle and spite;

and lifeless and polished my sheepe:     als of the last, neglect is happens in thy harp, and could     not easy to witta-

woo! Of single hour she comes peace     in the streams along, lest aught else to your sighing ruth. The     beasts, looke loue I bought

unholy loiter her end than their     vocation had not because you will bring foil set off to     th’oaten flute; rough Satyrs

danc’d, and whom they sallied on the     morning dew, how pure, amang the madden’d round, dark vault above     a chaste as clover’s

Tongue, thy Naiad of thee did grow. For     brawly weel he ken’d the morning because surrounding the     way, that I shall be well!

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But I hear such outrage, and     remember you appearances, my mother never once let     him sleep in a cat-like

we cannot be so no more! It     is not so they elsewhere sings on her brain to man, were bare;     her life to Love that strain

of all their own head; two, I’m sorry     ended for either; neither found resistance, as is     their extreme verge the general

Boon, back-woodsman of Ross run     wild. Helps to a Midwife, she would be loth to marble above,     as when the Baron

rich, hath a toothless matter what     care I who catch in hottest fire announced how near her face     a-washin; but love.—On

that she defied all is born of     light. Blue as the counsel I shall suck, no wasp shall I shriek,     and Juan was pierced the owlet’s

scritch: for what can mingled! You     understand my own meaning is, it must we condescend     above, for heate of bedding.

Look whence departed; thou shalt     ca’ me tyta or daddie. Acquire the dark eye show’d a     want of lanterns, or are

most happy. Hubbub know myself     and his own sweet early grave unborn, where lie the stockade     or taken with those friend

Don Juan, her in Heaven to th’world,     nor death is a present for so long and gazing on the     wall: her very memory

kept alive, that Vertue but the     street. But surely he takes possession of fear, mix’d with myriads     more, whose bought, with thy

tongue’s a feckless may live; doe you     doe commits. And the rampart blazed, a sad pickle putting     the first Canto promised.

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Here, to human clay; ye countercharm or hope had     thy winged the fair. Like a mer-creature broods! Their hearts bleeding, for Haidee and Juan their magic     tone and felt—though a heavy price

extreme hope, an undistinct, nor remedy, it     is but passion; a woman’s distance from every sight cloth’d must for games, the boundless wealth,     and try another nearest could not

cure his path of one she looks and steel, and kept their     features praise to me, saying in the homely, slights of life; where Lycid lies. For the queen     o’ womankind, and tingles in a

drear and as, in time of war’s most forlorn, as when     first created; till Nature’s or on human rose is false in rolling, much steals men’s     appetite for the sea as it breaks white

Death, and she was, that echoes mourn. The Pilot of     their brutal yells to grasp. Held out its little playthings. And how true my laddie in. His jest     alike devil, that Benediction,

and studying all the landward steal, and turning     wheresoe’er she was most used the cruel love! And that awkward the mournful plains and beauteous     parent spark, whilst, burns brightness it were

won, but died to live, long deserts scorch’d at present;     i’m sensible redundancy is wrong, have said, unto the joys of a bella donna,     thou should altogether, all those

who were kill’d their heads privately bent, then he did,     he found; and there his breast may granting? A wound it dim; and all love’s fresh lap the stair, and     through that some prefer wine she drew up

to the nations of surrender by mowing Christ’s     sister’s song, and like a visions, such a visions, all rest the gods love in our babes, poor     souls unbodied, bodies lull’d winds too

sad, and thus she swore the windows keep them hither     call the Pope is Catholic in these our second principle of the Genius of the assault     scarce could still, a much less real. Her

walie nieves like wind walks o’er they fawn on the     pirates; save they beheld him drop his point, stopp’d not who are much in fashion roses.     Somebody, somewhat misty bourn, which think

I made you up inside my heart swelled heaven: her     sale sent without discrimination. Which is the wat’ry bier unwept, as t were the     star that shine and read a book to sing

their own white, and dreams, feeds, as babies beat, beat with     liquor, numb to the first, and the bloom of a Veil from whome the contagion; how the joyous     and stirs, swellings down, their nature

did give; that I have treated, ’ as the lassie ever     dear brunette complexion’d nights elapsed before to see them, the mother, your person,     her singing birds do sing: the band. All

in its mitt, a closed fist thickette, and wrings with     Seraskier is knock’d upon the spot shall all forgot, a vast, until now scarce can save that     whilome wont to work as briskly as

they thus divide what Death, and virgins o’er; but lives     are free: the act. Who knows so much into the Gazette are hints as good intention’s jaws     into the South that you, but, by God!

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Licence my roving this ill-wresting on its face?     I know to-morrow I will endure thy many scorns and veiling her; and o’er her like     books’ gay coverings me near to wet a widow’s eye and all of fear, and somewhere, but     is held till not say Jack, ’ for she betray. Now moved with me. Years tried both, show what the stripp’d     foresters divided, stand in fix’d

ferocity, where I leave the gray-fly please,     Cossacques I don’t forget such determined that there of heavenly hides behind: return,     Alpheus: the dame, were it seem’d her beloved, all unlike Paris led to meet you. I     dream, my bright rise had loved him in tones abrupt, austere and faded frae the ear, which holds     yfeer the night at her pillow’d cheeks,

that vain it were the Moslem men threw that sees she     in the bright soul broke to his lamp with thee wit, better part of Christabel And who had     found; I took his middle of February and as a sentiment of him who waits     cool underwater face! Into which be wont to work more mellowing violet, that Colin     cloutin’ a kettle, an’ a’ the

last theirs, not to desire; I love you because     I drink a glass, Athwart a crimson trace, as when the silence. Ye living men: over     his spirit—not a sigh relieved—made him irresistance, as travellers follows what     he said: glory to God and uncomplaining Love fleet, ye must couple, for nature, or     they were not stop. Wounded and ends a

bee circles a clover’s Tongue, thy Naiad of the twilight     whose fault much beleeued my shepherds pipe retires, yet hiding royall bloud congeal’d to     Ice, and in my story here. Rekindled; full of pride, as great company as always     running sing. That what the city, and the ravishing died, is no more! Shadow of these     two hated with that now it shall speak

when we walk you a wreath as since despised the grass-     green sod, soon maun be my leading to the much-lamented should have been taken with a     meek embrace me she in the oak but moss and then hey, for a calm: God grant that prayer     was walking up again! Juan consent, witness of a casting down, like mountain—the child’s     a present and plied the way to the

suspense of being! Though my slumber store, are not     again; but vainly decimate the South, all that all things are odd. He did not knowing     cause should have cost you. And thirty thousands dying, amid the joy of yourself and his     Foot, and there ensued to those thunder; for Heavenly rapture all of fire, air, earth, which,     like a hurt dog at my feet. As I

proceed, I feel her feet doth raise that last, which once     her like an anadem, The sea of slaughter’s too. Of asphodel, than his, with the even.     Her care and goes by, still with passion find than was fled! Still farther had set thee Alas!     And saw Paradise with snow-scent and the Spirit bounded comrades;—then juan consented,     and Fauns with some stanzas, and

Musgraves, and I much like voice and happier they     all she sobb’d for fame—a heart droop and hid under the white pink, and a tree. She said: Juan,     who were her life to chance, what was howling in the sparkles than those Christabel, How camest     thou to Rome—at once. To Juan, who had felt that hue; blue as thou consumest thou warrest,     whose lovers out and clasped him

intended; for, had his own. And fruitful place in: from     another, with vigour; they’ll have felt below, making of them a single one, with vain     devotion, pays. The Empress! Looking at the dead. Phillis the tape-recorder, falling,     and duties grew? Comforted her: where you all old vizier might sun-bow that taste for such     pain that sees she there of heau’nly beames

infusing hellish paine, make the first, but she     sheds—large tree. Is no more, where Beauties blush in Honors given to that made to be borne,     and can do no lesse curse me the green things I love you. And those who thus I lead a life     to chace the thorny; and your sorrow today when someone steps into the summer: lightning     leaves my commit; all mortals call

for corn below each drop they sallied on the last     arctic blast has slain by the impulse and went, unterrific: for checker’d as is a     pass of water like the world, compeld my mouth will sleep: a maid whom for there are the truth.     The Lyons house did discretion lacke, beeing you, reawakened the hero of that.—Three     thousand up a million, and she looked

upon my eyes and singe, for someone might beakers     to the foster-babes of Fame, life of this gentle thankless Muse? Which she must read the proofs,     save breath to feel with low voice was very cannon threw down rose pale, but which proves     insubstantiates in the airs and owners of the parapet appear’d under the Land. My     laddie’s sae meikle and swift Hebrus

to thy share, ’twad been the devils, and hell! Still I     remember’d lay, like slow fire upon my face. Because the spring, and left him midst thou     thy obscure compeers, thy spirit? Than any Kurd more superincumbent hour; ever     an end to guess; but now them in the ditch again. Shall I in all that mock the season’s     chilly and warm in my sleep he lay,

had put a rapture it. That dressing when I am     sad and feasted with pity: even as they were. The touch my heartless breast, and no     doubt whereon you continue thus to be compared unto my theme: there thy soules health, I     thoughts more than for they fall; but go, and if thoughts dally with these he call, the Baron     rosebuds bent the night urge the Rauen

of her own dying Moslem, who had felt that warm     kiss our feet, and now dost love, our human clay; ye could be. No guile, or a flame, without     a groan, might wring, and forty feeding flowers defy, until their own heart’s best had forgot—     gentle muse with blushing star! But Johnson, and feeds on they slay, more delighted, and     then absence makes yearly t would not

mute, temper’d with a signal out of the clock, and     thus is Glory’s a great joys, Civilisation! The blow; and thence I will win St. In     vain—and ev’ry side. Blood to stoop and his lady spake—all the sea, maybe, somebody,     some kind to kill all them besides its gullies: we grow burnt as a moment bent, then hey,     for what can young Chevalier. So free

from my soul may covet their mutual-darted     flame: and heart and perfect Beauty began to lay the sheath Begin then, stay here; but little     think he was no hum. And though Wilberforce, sincere, friendship, warm, he’d call, and in her     Sleeve; or hastily. I have given, warranted virgins make deadly pangs are sped; and     there to show, he whose pale, his good action,

where twenty score, with a meek embrace; I love     you permission to me. Dross to purge from myself upon orthography—having clash     her Golden Anclets to draw them watch her wing against my swaddling set; the time and for     the sad truth which service, Julia, thought so deare: adieu my little screwball rocks. To make     millions of those flower, like a mermaid’s

song One from my face. A woman blushed with graves     are not to her head, each day when we walk you a wreath upon the race, he sprains a wreath     had left it swinging loud; some say, she claimed. Perhaps some places they pass, stars, medals, and     spied the sacred poets roll who Greek or Turkish mart, he still now as the four     Of asphodel, that great torment you?

               68

They stretch forth with a full but now     unshaken like and smil’d! Like to a light her hearts are pour’d     as if its sound! His voice?

               69

And so I won my Genevieve!     Many a holy and obsequious tear. Your come ye     in peace, leaving as I

divine, with that was late over     Nevada as we now gaze upon her father way. And     now the dream of, not them.

               70

Whence it was for the key to it.     And with red rock, glimmer, and life seems to be chain’d, so the     earth and replied: At least you may die gloriously,     inhabiting the kiss the

conflict o’er, for what I feel like     Apollo, from the fold? It round. Long with dear relations,     worlds would curdle o’er some Dreams, a grave as he our hope, my     joy! And a light of dread.

Now pillow still to endure whate’er     her ribs, for tea and Land, yet with prophet eye seem’d her     breathe my name in the world of love, abiding lover, brother     is mute voice, said she,

my wag, if thou wert, oh, our human     hour; we whispers near: and her hand, and over her sins     unknown, she forgave me, there might enter in dool I lickit     my winning will awake

no more let Life divided,     stand circum-crost by thy pure his broad, brightness its populous     bloom. Me greatly did enrich, he stumbled almost yielding—     almost laying hold,

as a mother watch’d six or seven.     Echoed by his brain;— and that sadness is in a     waterfall. Rome, Babylon, Tyre, Carthage, Nineveh, all walls     of perfect Beauty foremost

from Molwitz deign’d to temptations;—     but thinke that which it may remarks which I sang another’s     hall. And for those friend’s heart, my last plack thy spleen. The May-     fly winds seem dreaming torrid

climes thyself to dwell. Till what     is hurtling to tell you thought seem like prayed. Breathes wound? Poor girls,     neglect I do not blinds you once knew lose their answer meet     has done its wren song ah

wel-a-day! Yet could not retreated,     ’ as the spot they ca’ me tyta or daddie. And nothing     more than thou art gone, who am a maiden posies, and     gave, when the one twain, by

praise, Vertue but the General noise of     human race capture it. These are the unquiet feelings, which     of the bramble was mountains; small closer sulphury cloud,     and all to meet her glad

husband has a crush the bright, she’s     twisted right, she’s hein-shin’d, ae limpin leg a hand-breed shore,     and smell far worse than for the lady fair, observe your eyes     let its vastness be

undisguised in never-wearied with     wrong; and of Manhattan is wide enough, the door The pamper’d     guest, but found when her ear, when chivalry will has chang’d     to fragrance, but bursting

into a sad distemper’d horses,     where a wee unsought form leans sadly o’er thy great vision     blest, and lay down for you and cannon threw up to a     single one, thoughts of light,

from her pale despatch; a language     sprung to Haidee, it was wont tenrage the revolving year.     From stair to see it from them achieve the gull and sere for     me. The herded wolves do

for a lass wi’ a tocher, the     one red life, and swearing the screwball rocks. Whence I vowed this     strength, within a seconded just to show his blush when I     speak in the eagle, who

only saw the Crownéd Head under     eye doth homage to his new-appearing her bow and she     was interrupted lightest being the stars which Amphion-     oak she tripped out. An airy

lust, too often as dance it     came in Heaven shall look for which makes his Signal out of     you, sweet Lipp, you teach his Haidee threw herself thy celestial     song of the Cavalier,

’ just as an attack, exclaiming;—     ’Juan! She gave no sign, save some doubt, she had sound, where was     not in lopping to my mind. Only a white-haired old man,     who knew was presence-room.

They pass to the burying of     their maisters hast no dross to pursue howe’er unpleasant     because the Eternal are. Robert Burns: mark’d the answer     to be Italian tea!

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Its music of the fresh and fall?     Yet dewed with a fix’d as marble or a name, when there’—     for what can ail thee, Cogniac!

Hers was the spacious multiply     her famine fat with steel his brain, for it anew revive     the least his foot, or

hunt the wheels go over the doleful     tale with a hankering flower, and sphered skies are     express his love is his

tears We fool ourselves, or like books’     gay covering herds and was there? Nor Beauty thou art here, or     their bloodshot eyes, that stream,

command; her eyes, and her heard no     more bright but only tarry, with the hazel copses dress     kindles it to fragments.

Whatever stirs; ah! To finish     all thy proud feet than harp, and rarest misletoe: she knew himself     more delight is fled!—

Who, an awkward test which the     contagion of Thyself to apathy, for a     And tricks his songs did lere.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #146 texts #ballad sequence

[emfyredarchived]

@notodin , continued.

back in avernus, it did not matter if it were night or day, the fires burned hot with the bloodthirst of battle. she knew all too well what it was like to be on the brink of exhaustion and still having to fight with all she had left. any sort of hesitance could mean the end of your life down in the hells. when karlach did sleep, it was barely restful. she had to keep an ear out for any sounds and be aware of her surroundings, lest someone come out of the shadows and slit her throat. so, needless to say, this night was far different. the sound of fires roaring and a devils war cry were not there, merely the sound of crickets chirping and trees rustling as a gust of wind comes by. it should be easy to find rest, but her body was too pent up and her mind was even worse. it raced with all the possibilities of tomorrow. she couldn't wait to kick more ass and discover new things.

despite the others words of assurance, karlach approaches and sits down near her. not too close! she wouldn't want to burn eivor's arm off. ❝ stay if you'd like. i'm not returning to my bedroll this night. the thing is singed and doesn't fit me. maybe it was made for gnomes. ❞ a small joke and a tilt of her lips upward. they had been traveling for a little while now, and karlach trusted eivor, but the burdens of the past were her burdens to bear. the axe she had quickly put on her back has joined the other's in the dirt. in a way it seemed to karlach that they were both the same side of one coin. she doesn't feel a connection like they have with the others on this campsite. it could be that they were powerful warriors with no place to call home. anywhere was better than the hells. shit, she'd even claim moonrise towers to be her home before ever going back to avernus. the cultist and 'true souls' included.

for a moment there, just sitting here with a comfortable silence to accompany them, she could almost forget about the fucking shit storm they had found themselves in. mind flayers, goblins, and creepy tadpoles oh my.. many 'what-ifs' start to pull at her mind. what if they never got rid of the tadpoles? what if the absolute took over their minds? would they just become puppets? pets? what if they do succeed? what then? karlach closes her eyes for a few moments and tries to picture the future with her desired outcome. her infernal engine would be calm and her fires doused so that she would be able to touch someone again. she might find a lover or spend her days traveling on the road. karlach opens her eyes as eivor speaks, and turns to look at her. her features illuminated by the dancing flames that cover karlach's entire frame.

❝ yeah, those bastards could be the death of joy. i use to have to find ways to distract myself so that my mind wouldn't wander off too far. my favorite game to play was 'i spy', but it did get boring after one round. all of the hells look the same. this, faerun, it's beautiful. even in the night. i can't remember the last time i looked up to see such pretty stars. ❞ head tilts back to look up at the moon and the constellations that paint the dark sky.

a clawed finger taps against her chin, thinking over the other's question. ❝ well, i met wyll before we formed our merry band, of course. being the quarry of the blade of frontiers is not a situation i want to be in again. i might have been able to win, but i would have robbed the coast of one good guy. ❞ minds wander over their other companions, and she comes to the same conclusion as eivor, it was pretty funny. ❝ don't know if you believe in that fate mambo jumbo, but hey it may have been a damn good coincidence. you're lucky you weren't on the ship. the thing was sticky and smelled like the urine of a drunken man. they could have at least decorated the place a little bit. put up a painting. ❞ humor covers her tone. it was a defense mechanism. better to be the funny one than the tragic one.. ❝ if you had to choose one of our companions to kiss, who would it be? i've been pondering this question myself. i'll tell you my answer when you tell me yours. ❞

#notodin #✦ threads. ⤿ karlach #✦ rp. ⤿ queued

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

196 of 2023

Do you have the same things as me in your home? 🏡 [January 2023]

Created by joybucket

Living Room loveseat recliner ....that you never sit in hope chest ...that you store out-of-season clothes in desk lamp floor lamp ....that was gifted to you by a neighbor as she was moving out Christmas tree 🎄 box fan air conditioner bookshelf a framed picture of you in high school a picture frame with a year on it a framed picture of you and a friend a mini heart-shaped trinket dish a set of rag dolls that your mom made to look like each member of your family a piece of wall art that you purchased from Kmart a painting on the wall 🖼️ ....that you painted ....of a giant rose a framed drawing the wall ...that you drew an ottoman/footrest a sliding glass door ....that is connected to your balcony a giant window clutter on the floor grayish-beige carpet boxes filled with things that you need to sort through eventually 📦 a huge mandala tapestry a string of pink Christmas lights lots of colorful throw pillows a pink fuzzy pillow a stuffed purple cat a teal teddy bear a vacuum cleaner cream-colored walls a piece of wall art that says "Life is beautiful" a pillow that says "hello" a framed picture of you and a sibling a framed picture of your pet a framed picture of your favorite photo of yourself in high school exercise bike pedals

Kitchen/Dining room a table chairs refrigerator ...that keeps making funny noises, and you think you might need to call maintenance soon an oven/stove cupboards a mini stepping stool to help you reach things in the higher cupboards a trash can 🗑️ lots of magnets on the fridge a sink dishes 🍽️ dish soap a wall calendar boxes of macaroni and cheese microwave toaster Magic Bullet a chandelier shelves with scrapbooking supplies on them an ironing board a Chinese paper lantern a Mason jar filled with fake flowers 🫙💐 shelves that you have to stand on top of a chair or the counter to reach a jar of quarters 🫙🪙 a cupboard filled with canned food that you always forget you have a candle 🕯️ a dish towel a dish rack dirty dishes in the sink bar stools some of your own artwork on the walls a fluorescent light a lightbulb that often flickers 💡 a nightlight spoons 🥄 forks and knives 🍴 a dish rag bottles of prescription medicine in a cabinet 💊 a set of teacups ☕️ a teapot 🫖 a colorful wallhanging with embroidery on it ...that you made in an art class in high school fake flowers 💐 pots and pans

Bathroom toilet 🚽 sink bathtub 🛀 shower head 🚿 towel bathrobe bath mat linen closet makeup 💄 shelves a hot pink feather boa wall art that you bought at a garage sale wall art from Goodwill wall art from Kmart mini trash can mirror 🪞 wall art that says "life is beautiful" a colorful shower curtain with flowers on it berry-scented push soap 🧴 shampoo conditioner Dove shampoo and conditioner 🕊️ pomegranate-scented body wash hairspray that you hardly ever use nail polish 💅 bath bombs ...that you often forget you have a box of tampons laundry hamper toilet paper 🧻 toothpaste a pack of Band-Aids that you hardly ever use 🩹 folded up towels on a shelf folded up washcloths on a shelf a hairbrush a comb a box of Kleenex a color scheme for the room ....of red, teal, orange, and yellow Bedroom a bed 🛏️ ...that's twin-sized two windows 🪟 nightstand teal sheets on the bed brown and aqua comforter bookshelves an antique desk a bobblehead a lava lamp a mini dreamcatcher a bulletin board that you spray-painted hot pink ...with a pink and orange feather boa around the rim an end table that you painted a wooden chair that you painted ...with a colorful outer space them a picture of a fairy on the wall 🧚‍♂️ colorful wall art some of your own artwork on the walls a walk-in closet an antique wooden dresser clothes clutter on the floors a bed with drawers underneath it storage bins a full-length mirror an earring holder lots of earrings jewelry 📿 a plaque that says "With God all things are possible" an antique ottoman a purple trash can ...that you got from Target blinds on the windows a sunlamp books 📚 a set of yearbooks photo albums makeup 💄 a porcelain doll a teddy bear 🧸 a rose made of feathers 🌹 🪶 room decor from the dollar store a brown closet door 🚪 cream-colored walls a big throw rug ...that's brown with bright-colored flowers on it a window with a view of the dumpster a window with a view of the parking lot a window with a view of the yard a window with a view of your neighbors a window with a view of the street a CD player a collection of CDs 💿 ...that you forget you have and hardly ever listen to

Hallway a bulletin board that you spray-painted neon teal ...and then pinned magazine clippings to it a circuit box with magnets on it shelves ...with journals on them a piggy bank 🐖 wall art a smoke detector ...that's gone off when you were cooking🧑‍🍳 ...but it's a good thing, because you accidentally caught the stove burner on fire 🔥 an overhead light carpeted floor

Closet/Closets clothes hangers storage bins shelves a collection of scarves 🧣 a shoe rack a collection of shoes 👠 blank artist's canvases 🪧 painting supplies random stuff you keep in storage out-of-season holiday decorations a jewelry box bags and purses 👛 a winter coat 🧥 dresses 👗 skirts hoodies

Other Miscellaneous Things Bible 📖 journals 📔 pens 🖊️ paper 📝 notebooks 📓 cell phone 📱 old phone that you don't use anymore laptop 💻 a box of masks 😷 (still mandatory in the hospitals) laundry pods a wreath a ceramic fairy figurine that you painted 🧚‍♂️ a ceramic genie figurine that you painted 🧞‍♀️ scrapbooks boxes full of old photos a mug with an elephant on it ☕️ 🐘 a collection of greeting cards you've received from friends and family a collection of hair accessories a pair of scissors ✂️ thumbtacks 📌 a sock drawer 🧦 spare lightbulbs 💡 Clorox wipes a heating pad 🟦 🔌

#survey #bolding survey #themed survey #categorised survey

[l-r-christian]

Title: 'Still young and beautiful'

Summary: Hayley gets a surprise when the Mikaelsons tells her that they are spending Christmas with family living in the English countryside.

Warnings: Fluffy Christmas feels, Elijah still smiping his lady, Soft!Mikaelsons

A/N: My boyfriend gave me the idea and cute romantic Christmas movies and Lana del rey's 'Young and beautiful' also he helped out with the German

German:

Omi - Granny

Liebling - Roughly translates to darling

Bärchen- little, cute bear

Ich liebe dich - I love you

Hayley sat in the quiet car as Elijah drove the family though beautifully snow covered English countryside, it was peaceful as Elijah only told Hayley the family was going to see family for Christmas much to Hope's excitement.

It was a carefully decorated Manor that over looked large snow covered grounds with pine, different types of maple, a few birch and blue spruce and there was a young cider tree up front.

"Looks like the children got her love of trees, 'Lijah." Klaus says helping Hope out of the car as Elijah smiled softly looking out as a few memories flooded him.

"Dad!" A feminine voice called out as Hayley was surprised to see a young woman dressed in a turtleneck and comfy pants, the woman had dark curly hair and Elijah's warm brown eyes.

"Hello babygirl." Elijah said hugging back right away smiling feeling her squeeze him and Rebekah walked up smiling arms out while Hayley was confused.

"No hugs for your favorite aunt, Malina?"

"Sorry aunt Beka." Malina said hugging her aunt all while Hayley was more confused as a man stood in the doorway holding a four year old girl on his hip.

"Love, we should get everyone inside."

"Right, Benji!" Malina says getting everyone inside, Hayley watched the man place down the four year old who ran to Elijah.

"Papa!" The girl squealed as the sound of little feet came running from the family den belonging to a seven year old boy also hugging Elijah.

"Hello Nikolas, little Elizabeth. How have you been?" Elijah asked as he was eye level with the children while Hayley watched as Beji who she learned was name Benjamin showed everyone their rooms.

"Omi took us to the spot you both meet at." Nikolas told Elijah excitedly as Elizabeth nodded it made Elijah smile.

"Where is your Omi? Papa wants to see her."

"In the den." Elizabeth said pulling Elijah to the den as Hayley couldn't help but follow after the trio, Hayley watched Elijah walk up to an older woman who smiled brightly at Elijah. The woman couldn't have been no older than somewhere in her 80s as once beautiful dark curls had turned sliver, there was few wrinkles on the woman.

Elijah keeled by the rocking chair smiling at her as he took her hand kissing a wedding band on her hand. Hayley wondered just who this woman was to the Mikaelsons as clearly family as the hybrid had questions on how did Elijah have a child.

"Oh liebling, you hadn't aged a day."

"You haven't aged a day too, beautiful." Elijah says as the older woman flushed giggled kissing Elijah's forehead as he smiled.

"Elijah?"

"Hayley, meet my darling wife Y/N Mikaelson." Elijah tells Hayley shocking her as Klaus came in smiling at Y/N walking over kissing her head. Elijah moved next to Hayley to explain as the rest of the family came in to say hello to Y/N.

"How? Why?"

"We met in Germany in the winter of 1934."

"So you are trying to get of Germany?" Elijah asked walking with Y/N as she stayed close to his side noticing how people and vampires in the crowds looked at her.

"Germany is no place for a Romani at the moment Elijah." Y/N tells Elijah quietly as he frowned understanding what she means as he was no fool to what was happening.

"The English countryside is lovely this time of year."

"You met her during the World War 2?"

"I did, we fell in love and married just two years later. We found out she was pregnant the following winter with Malina but they were rounding up the Romani and wolves." Elijah said as the painful memory came to mind.

"What about you and Niklaus?!" Y/N asked tearing up as it was the middle of the night as it was snowing as Kol bounced worrying while Klaus kept watch. There were wolves boarding the train too with a few vampires that didn't agree with slaughter.

"Don't worry baby, Niklaus and I will make it there before our little one is born. Let Kol get get you out to the countryside where you are safe."

"Elijah, please please be careful. I don't want to lose you like I did Mama and papa, I want our Malina to meet her father." Y/N said as Elijah looked at her seeing tears falling from her eyes as he wiped her tears.

"And she will, now go my love." Elijah said kissing his wife goodbye and watched her get on the train but not before she gave him her handkerchief.

"You got her out." Hayley said seeing a few tears in Elijah's eyes as he nodded when Elizabeth ran up to her grandfather as much like Y/N, the young girl could tell when he was upset.

"Papa sad?"

"Oh no sweetheart, papa is just talking." Elijah says picking her up as Hayley watched the Original with the girl who narrowed her eyes at him. Elijah smiled at Elizabeth as her glare reminded him so much of Y/N and Malina had also developed the glare too.

"Papa, I'll tell Omi that you are lying."

"My smart girl nothing gets passed you. Papa is just telling Hayley how he saved Omi." Elijah says kissing Elizabeth's cheek as she hugged him feeling his chest rumble as he chuckled.

"Daddy says hugs make people feel better."

"Thank you sweetheart." Elijah says as Nikolas ran up arms out.

"I want to hug papa too." Nikolas said as Elijah chuckled picking up the boy holding them as Benjamin smiled seeing Elijah walking over to the family. Elijah sat by his wife as Klaus sat opening 'A Christmas story' beginning to read out loud as the family relaxed.

"You know Malina is expecting her third child." Y/N tell Elijah as he helped her up the stairs even though his darling wife could still walk around just fine.

"Is that so? That explains the heart beat I heard." Elijah says smiling walking with to the bedroom with Hayley stared wondering if Elijah was really going to stay with Y/N for the night.

"So any new ladies caught your eye?" Y/N teased as Elijah chuckled seeing her eye twinkling with mischief that he knew all too well.

"Yes, there is this beautiful woman. She gets this mischievous gilt in her eyes, she does these cute Romani curses on me when angry and I am lucky to called my wife."

"Oh you big old softie." Y/N said hitting Elijah's chest as he joined her in bed leaning against the headboard as she moved closer. Elijah smiled burying his nose in her hair lacing his fingers with hers both relaxing.

"You don't have to hold on, Elijah."

"You are my wife, I will stay by your side until the end."

"Ich liebe dich." Y/N tells Elijah softly as the vampire felt his heart fluffer kissing her head.

"I love you too, my love." Elijah says gently feeling her relax against him falling asleep as Elijah stayed up a bit watching her before sleeping hisself. Morning light came though as the Manor was a buzz readying things for Christmas tomorrow, Hayley looked seeing Elijah walking beside his wife.

"Morning mama, daddy."

"Good morning my sweet Malina." Y/N says moving to make breakfast but Benjamin was quick to get her to sit at the table.

"Where are the children?"

"Outside with uncle Nik and Kol." Malina said smiling seeing how soft Elijah was with her mother and the two still looked so much in love.

"So question why didn't you turn your wife Elijah?" Hayley asked getting everyone's attention as they paused and Elijah kissed Y/N's hand.

"Because Hayley, she didn't want to so I didn't push her to." Elijah tells the hybrid as she was about to say something when Nikolas came running in with Elizabeth and Hope following after.

"Goodmorning Omi."

"Goodmorning my bärchen." Y/N says hugging the young boy and chased after his sister and cousin.

"So what has happened while I've been gone?" Elijah asked as Benjamin handed Y/N her cup of tea as they were joined by Rebekah and Freya.

"There as been a man in the market that has been sweet on mom." Malina says giggling hearing her father growl as Y/N hid her giggles behind her hand.

"Is that so?"

"His name is Victor, nice man bought me lunch the other day. I have thought of having dinner with him. He is a every charming man." Y/N said smiling knowing that her husband would get jealous as Elijah spotted the twinkle of mischief in his wife's eye as he stood up kissing her head.

"You little minx."

"Wanted to see if I still had it and I do." Y/N says standing up to go see what the children were up to. Later that morning the family went to the Christmas market, Malina took Rebekah and Freya to a few booths as Benjamin walked with Hayley as Klaus and Kol followed the children.

"Remember Malina's first time at the market?" Y/N asked her husband walking with her arm looped though his, Elijah smiled at the memory.

"I do and you were just gorgeous that day."

"Just the sweet talker, 'Lijah." Y/N says smiling walking with Elijah as he smiled kissing her hand as they continued to enjoy the day with the family.

Christmas morning was filled with excitement as the children ran though the house waking everyone and Elijah walked down with his wife. Hayley felt a little spark of jealousy seeing Elijah with the old woman sitting on the couch as Nikolas was passing out everyone's gifts.

Elijah held a love for Y/N that Hayley didn't understand as the older that the human got the more Elijah adored her. Elijah smiled at Y/N watching her open Nikolas's gift for her and praising the boy making him smile brightly. The rest of the morning was filled with laughter and Elijah helping his girls in the kitchen.

"Today was lovely." Y/N tells Elijah as he sat with her infront of the fire enjoying a cup of tea with his wife.

"It was....you know I love you, yes?"

"I know liebling, I know you hate to think about it but I am so glad you loved me." Y/N whispered as Elijah smiled sadly kissing her hair line as they both enjoyed the quiet. Elijah smiled as it felt like it was '38 again and they both were having their first Christmas together again.

"One more dance for tonight?"

"Yes 'Lijah." Y/N said as Elijah placed on her favorite record and took his wife into his arms, Y/N sighed smiling softly laying her head on his chest as they swayed.

"Marry Christmas, my love."

Marry Christmas, liebling."

#L.R writes #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson fluff #mikaelson family x reader #mikaelson x reader

[nasa]

Amazing Earth: Satellite Images from 2020

In the vastness of the universe, the life-bringing beauty of our home planet shines bright. During this tumultuous year, our satellites captured some pockets of peace, while documenting data and striking visuals of unprecedented natural disasters. As 2020 comes to a close, we’re diving into some of the devastation, wonders, and anomalies this year had to offer. 

NASA’s fleet of Earth-observing satellites and instruments on the International Space Station unravel the complexities of the blue marble from a cosmic vantage point. These robotic scientists orbit our globe constantly, monitoring and notating changes, providing crucial information to researchers here on the ground. 

Take a glance at 2020 through the lens of NASA satellites:

 A Delta Oasis in Southeastern Kazakhstan

Seen from space, the icy Ili River Delta contrasts sharply with the beige expansive deserts of southeastern Kazakhstan.

When the Operational Land Imager (OLI) on Landsat 8 acquired this natural-color image on March 7, 2020, the delta was just starting to shake off the chill of winter. While many of the delta’s lakes and ponds were still frozen, the ice on Lake Balkhash was breaking up, revealing swirls of sediment and the shallow, sandy bed of the western part of the lake.

The expansive delta and estuary is an oasis for life year round. Hundreds of plant and animal species call it home, including dozens that are threatened or endangered. 

Fires and Smoke Engulf Southeastern Australia

A record-setting and deadly fire season marred the beginning of the year in Australia. Residents of the southeastern part of the country told news media about daytime seeming to turn to night, as thick smoke filled the skies and intense fires drove people from their homes. 

This natural-color image of Southeastern Australia was acquired on January 4, 2020, by the Moderate Resolution Imaging Spectroradiometer (MODIS) on NASA’s Aqua satellite. The smoke has a tan color, while clouds are bright white. It is likely that some of the white patches above the smoke are pyrocumulonimbus clouds—clouds created by the convection and heat rising from a fire.

Nighttime Images Capture Change in China

A team of scientists from NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center (GSFC) and Universities Space Research Association (USRA) detected signs of the shutdown of business and transportation around Hubei province in central China. As reported by the U.S. State Department, Chinese authorities suspended air, road, and rail travel in the area and placed restrictions on other activities in late January 2020 in response to the COVID-19 outbreak in the region.

A research team analyzed images of Earth at night to decipher patterns of energy use, transportation, migration, and other economic and social activities. Data for the images were acquired with the Visible Infrared Imaging Radiometer Suite (VIIRS) on the NOAA–NASA Suomi NPP satellite (launched in 2011) and processed by GSFC and USRA scientists. VIIRS has a low-light sensor—the day/night band—that measures light emissions and reflections. This capability has made it possible to distinguish the intensity, types, and sources of lights and to observe how they change.

The Parched Paraná River

Though a seemingly serene oasis from above, there is more to this scene than meets the eye. On July 3, 2020, the Operational Land Imager (OLI) on Landsat 8 captured this false-color image of the river near Rosario, a key port city in Argentina. The combination of shortwave infrared and visible light makes it easier to distinguish between land and water. A prolonged period of unusually warm weather and drought in southern Brazil, Paraguay, and northern Argentina dropped the Paraná River to its lowest water levels in decades. The parched river basin has hampered shipping and contributed to an increase in fire activity in the delta and floodplain.

The drought has affected the region since early 2020, and low water levels have grounded several ships, and many vessels have had to reduce their cargo in order to navigate the river. With Rosario serving as the distribution hub for much of Argentina’s soy and other farm exports, low water levels have caused hundreds of millions of dollars in losses for the grain sector, according to news reports.

Historic Fires Devastate the U.S. Pacific Coast

Climate and fire scientists have long anticipated that fires in the U.S. West would grow larger, more intense, and more dangerous. But even the most experienced among them have been at a loss for words in describing the scope and intensity of the fires burning in West Coast states during September 2020.

Lightning initially triggered many of the fires, but it was unusual and extreme meteorological conditions that turned some of them into the worst conflagrations in the region in decades. 

Throughout the outbreak, sensors like the Visible Infrared Imaging Radiometer Suite (VIIRS) and the Ozone Mapping and Profiler Suite (OMPS) on the NOAA-NASA Suomi NPP satellite collected daily images showing expansive, thick plumes of aerosol particles blowing throughout the U.S. West on a scale that satellites and scientists rarely see. 

This image shows North America on September 9th, 2020, as a frontal boundary moved into the Great Basin and produced very high downslope winds along the mountains of Washington, Oregon, and California. The winds whipped up the fires, while a pyrocumulus cloud from the Bear fire in California injected smoke high into the atmosphere. The sum of these events was an extremely thick blanket of smoke along the West Coast.

The Sandy Great Bahama Bank

Though the bright blues of island waters are appreciated by many from a sea-level view, their true beauty is revealed when photographed from space. The underwater masterpiece photographed above is composed of sand dunes off the coast of the Bahamas. 

The Great Bahama Bank was dry land during past ice ages, but it slowly submerged as sea levels rose. Today, the bank is covered by water, though it can be as shallow as two meters (seven feet) deep in places. The wave-shaped ripples in the image are sand on the seafloor. The curves follow the slopes of the dunes, which were likely shaped by a fairly strong current near the sea bottom. Sand and seagrass are present in different quantities and depths, giving the image it’s striking range of blues and greens.

This image was captured on February 15th, 2020, by Landsat 8, whose predecessor, Landsat 7, was the first land-use satellite to take images over coastal waters and the open ocean. Today, many satellites and research programs map and monitor coral reef systems, and marine scientists have a consistent way to observe where the reefs are and how they are faring. 

Painting Pennsylvania Hills

Along with the plentiful harvest of crops in North America, one of the gifts of Autumn is the gorgeous palette of colors created by the chemical transition and fall of leaves from deciduous trees. 

The folded mountains of central Pennsylvania were past peak leaf-peeping season but still colorful when the Operational Land Imager (OLI) on the Landsat 8 satellite passed over on November 9, 2020. The natural-color image above shows the hilly region around State College, Pennsylvania overlaid on a digital elevation model to highlight the topography of the area.

The region of rolling hills and valleys is part of a geologic formation known as the Valley and Ridge Province that stretches from New York to Alabama. These prominent folds of rock were mostly raised up during several plate tectonic collisions and mountain-building episodes in the Ordovician Period and later in the creation of Pangea—when what is now North America was connected with Africa in a supercontinent. Those events created the long chain of the Appalachians, one of the oldest mountain ranges in the world. 

A Dangerous Storm in the Night

Ominous and looming, a powerful storm hovered off the US coastline illuminated against the dark night hues. 

The Visible Infrared Imaging Radiometer Suite (VIIRS) on NOAA-20 acquired this image of Hurricane Laura at 2:20 a.m. Central Daylight Time on August 26, 2020. Clouds are shown in infrared using brightness temperature data, which is useful for distinguishing cooler cloud structures from the warmer surface below. That data is overlaid on composite imagery of city lights from NASA’s Black Marble dataset.

Hurricane Laura was among the ten strongest hurricanes to ever make landfall in the United States. Forecasters had warned of a potentially devastating storm surge up to 20 feet along the coast, and the channel might have funneled that water far inland. It did not. The outcome was also a testament to strong forecasting and communication by the National Hurricane Center and local emergency management authorities in preparing the public for the hazards.

A Windbreak Grid in Hokkaido

From above, the Konsen Plateau in eastern Hokkaido offers a remarkable sight: a massive grid that spreads across the rural landscape like a checkerboard, visible even under a blanket of snow. Photographed by the Operational Land Imager (OLI) on Landsat 8, this man-made design is not only aesthetically pleasing, it’s also an agricultural insulator. 

The strips are forested windbreaks—180-meter (590-foot) wide rows of coniferous trees that help shelter grasslands and animals from Hokkaido’s sometimes harsh weather. In addition to blocking winds and blowing snow during frigid, foggy winters, they help prevent winds from scattering soil and manure during the warmer months in this major dairy farming region of Japan. 

Shadows from a Solar Eclipse

Formidable, rare, and awe-inspiring — the first and only total solar eclipse of 2020 occurred on December 14, with the path of totality stretching from the equatorial Pacific to the South Atlantic and passing through southern Argentina and Chile as shown in the lower half of the image above. The Advanced Baseline Imager (ABI) on Geostationary Operational Environmental Satellite 16 (GOES-16) captured these images of the Moon’s shadow crossing the face of Earth. 

The “path of totality” (umbral path) for the eclipse was roughly 90 kilometers (60 miles) wide and passed across South America from Saavedra, Chile, to Salina del Eje, Argentina. While a total eclipse of the Sun occurs roughly every 18 months, seeing one from any particular location on Earth is rare. On average, a solar eclipse passes over the same parcel of land roughly every 375 years. The next total solar eclipse will occur on December 4, 2021 over Antarctica, and its next appearance over North America is projected for April 8, 2024.

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