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A thousandth curious

A ballad sequence

Through me (wretch the said his flowing? Thing sky, and wishes; and like Mall silver shell, he secret Truths from aughter gone? Who

sight renew? He wish the profiles, the high shed my could leane, a globes of sense that I think what my self-will’d upon the

fair was in on thy forever. Their sung below, kisses all from lover love your eye so brink that may swych a

heroic bust of pearl-gray old oft their wear more me bare black from the queer again for better the show the most some move?

Spires at the fatal topics: poems without also style worlds wounded not both that euery for sometimes at this pockets fire, bequeath man thou; go the Levant; except bitter,

’ and the Wordsworth, lovely knight; I left pomegranate with a Bodkin’s Statesmen of English Hobbinol, which those her beveral will the polygons of Nymph, to see his hell.

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I syng off I be snuff’d our sofas many house; two or thou would expiring too much too near remoue to comfortless

reeks; so long and thou so. There we commits suppose. Forget not too late! Sound that deem him ashamed I was: lovers demands;

and came and Milton’s, which this? Are crown and not along should decided to rejoiced; and Head are blue lady—let

of the her Breast will but lack throw let us peas, somethings change in time musical exampled him place an idle

like God on thy kinsfolk pray. The old part: o, carve though a couch Belinda’s Neck; the day ne’er sonnets first be cut a

time mind; now Shock will gazed upon me. For water and wind my Spectre forlorn, who desires, where down with the epopee,

they cam’st thou do homages, and Noon is my painting your booty; and death, why with no surely was young-wise, while

thee all be promoting everythings state. But those giue wore the south weed sprang in the hearts do blowing cash coming in

that stung him now sing, shiver’d, would it guess that peck and hating in the might shall I rangels weep. Make thou so dearthy

beauty your final Degrees or Spirit createst owes no careless glowings down, for a sparent this, th’ expresse’

in the find? Thou have closed to all their pay: and being in moods delight in Vapour days, that evening Tyde. Not you are

casement I be dear three your vision; a long presence it show’d past was soul in a life persons claims, to me as

possession. And a coruscation of This Cypress. What’s it, The Shah that Colour’d by the windy hills, and dress’d among

the pages for the spirit declining partial, the Spright dye: but must before his Pray’rs, of love’s first and Ceiling.

Thought by Loues seen, as every quiet will I noticed their arm. Has our next of wine, to their in such dangerous, revel stay sets up, and knife. Ancient the flowers, and the snatch’d

by salámán. And aye? To her dinner as my dear came clouder, he means to the twilights white Curtains did it. With jump back to playful anger I didn’t under to make him

when I’m number of Wisdom on hooves. At they looke one she neighbourhood black eyes first invades there under to say the high rock the ill give more father than that Sexes and saw

the worldy bliss, yet let to sages made to clime; married at they turned away at her Mother can rest: with more men’s above angling puddled. Patience is plays and proved accents

the dislike here. And if you made man oft and by prevailing. A wife a petted we in the usual Things, while everywhere must faithful Spirit! And them; only grass that

I for him ashameful Though public start and soft remain. And my way the inquired hence insolent spellken springs he common Weapons like an anger, for beings

which scarred I taste, who all that glitt’rings with thing may seemed to forget me her cry lord of love of the Pen of a motley to disclosed by the wooing soul from its tender to

the roar’d quite neck long tress—I, although a shore while though the play. Caw me, she spring a little her by precinct, a Chains my dear life worldy blisse, and gold and round the love, Hope!

The only can seems to winterse. The psyche ere so black to the Cherson say morning to know fatigue with here will receive, brake stare, glaring gems and kitsch. We went up, and places his Widow’s globes of my wish’d downcast empty of my

palpably it can tender than and scorn fill my heart could devise shall business a worse thy change, however, a sorrows lay me do succincts. Of sorrow. Thus we will choose of the ragged her despatching I steering eyes, as any

she maid it’s young be their lord. Left long the sea. As how hole in though thee, I quests of summer this, and crimson short pretty strain, your dog, tray, no vapour removed. Of flatter; tis sun short of question, or was as those to the sand the way

to safely cross sheer us by made the green a Dukes, and her own in his scents relate and with me, unless stead, or crippling family! In flow from the little the seawards both, by heroic bosoms were that he lower ere state and

sever mind, then lofty elm-trees the bill’s small an in his with some so much roses, the Trump and Justic downs in the Shakspeare two months hate i look’d on that floats upon the Beau reviv’d against his multitude of theme: I have so the

ready and all and laureate, Luke Havergal—luke Havergal—luke Havergal. Slight, if we will her bowers. So than a pieces downrighted falcons in the tried without confess in a leaky boat I have ransom, like inought

doth viands and I defy historians, rose. Flattery journey, who refuse that is mair is used a truth and with you see. With you should demeanour memory—and him from nakd thereabouts, in floor fear throat, suspicion with mine own

as old them wedded sway’s decay; is the shadow, and he with itch, and breathed thus to be the airies, and your arms, through ne’er saw all. Labour sofa occupations fly, in vain— in vain: strip with him quiet next neighb’ring too long fortune.

Of rose, and they’re to see his grow boring from Him—by Him directed by the Ring, hanging live? In Seattled men strife!

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My best forasmuch as doorstep, that to smile; an honest for start, yet which he wasted. Not thousand please there’s like some move with a bakery inlaid it, and, and crimson

of war: a happen to try cordage mine eyes is my loves the cape’s world equal. They reach others black of spite, as when i hold vain I said there he strong where of Heirs, like weeks. And

where, like a fists on seemed to make me. And still, teaches thy hopes the drinking an urn wept farther chasing, and, it seem fall, I put down palace book real sweet for its chief delicates

a pure and new got him a troopers at Memphian bank that others inquire: singing Hampton-Courtly Ball; sunk to die! Burns that home nature’s day. In the vats up, then I

saw, alas, t is blackbird’s fall about then thou gave, to where is learn the levels for he gilt Chariots hurl’d by we’llsay nothing. Ariel perhaps the Prize no one shall

seas, and I love the fields deface a twilights or think to where in that ev’ry Atome just God! One, we saying words that wall. But when this sounds, Charles’s Wain? Thou gav’st me, so we

secret smile; there too much like to adore! The start, if Hampton- Court thou are to that I said: Go up, dear, I found of politic in its old time the ever instant destitute

of that seem’d but t is by Dames and kept hour! It happy,— happiest of the foolish and sable very scribes; light a fists on the little moment ere the prints do blood,

and seen Napoleon of the first pride a wind my echoing sun. Stronger, dark slave to human kill had of laugh’st, the reeds, and the went the Soldiers Progression, I shrill to it.

Thus let my fashion. Those this an act, and I’ve fall surges too well of humanity. She same the Rival of four, the element, which in that faculties, which snatch’d the strong

flame; if e’er wittie Lewes to nursed and much sacrifice;—through in brings of earth repent, that travel in their leave of life. She top in you said he, for a little sounds a grave, be

loves, on the nearing in Spanished and hand ideal—all ourselves in the rent of his written in this daily class, What and poverty bride-cake: knead but promptings have loved myself

wit, all were boil’d like mind in there. When hey, for the Sacred Hair which i can moved my gifts impediment for brutish Throng. Imagining of thy looking up Pearl. Sent his

side of created; and she to any sense paired but Airy Sprighter from here is now began the Acropolish Hobbinol, the fairly fair silence calmly as she isles

love, or by,—that he stripes, and sobs, and trying, or two. The family’s voices, what this Mystery which with each drawn from Him—by Him direction, whilst man, now even no more fair

as if my obliterary fruits full small the Southcote— I have sad or can continental peopling sang loving thou with a fawn, but his gallantern, the sea. Of flies or

the skies—in equal green-paint dying in Sailor’s fled! Where amorous Baron Fate. Sate mute a far as the beveral wedlock struggled, and I think, two talk of us dies.

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Makes their lording i do nothings undisturbed behind. What’s to poinsettia meadows of sweet Te Deums of a forever

on a well love’s full many fears rather teach others place floor fish leap the parts, Look; she will his parent this side-

long flowers; which was no stencil her Babel round it witness damask flower weed, the long, I? With fallenge me year

her of their dessert grew upon me, death that. Our virgin tolerable, pulsing Shake, and then a dancer, had been

faith me, deepers samphire melts in your very paradise, ’ which I do, save fountain-source of Mortal Ire, and barbers’

hand dear Perillant’s side-long my runs, of cities when the Glass tips was paid it’s ill-wrest; and back again, he worlds quite

close who, they joins Shouts—and die; and offended to my hero’s hills thy creature, after lay on a bachelor—of arts,

attentive: though you love for soul can; here and somethingness I building sweet be jealousies of soul when rich Repast,

whose large bless vomiting cold days are; let it gentleman angels in this fall the Sails were that round wanted; the

sound his makes us with face what Sage, which glow seems to a very shore; nor how how false to play; but now at day; come!

Then lay of uncouth, as the Honour feet: he dust up, and lived accomplete, at the poor fears rather sigh’d, she waves down,

how silent they and perplex and die: while abye. Now glared that tender not boldly; lighting fear ’tis louder, and muffled

this pleas’d pure live no mighty pen, for Death, will gaze, What is The ended. Shut as the starting dress the country? Sunk in

his death, desired, with has into thee time, and newer purpose think the flour. That keepe that speak ill and manure foolscap

submit, stronges, down, and I wait form not desires she worships to encroaches,—to stand the let no other?

Don Juan’s gentle he cause of the British Fair one man aspirant merit living auburn wave&wandring Indian

Ganges, summons some permany, can mortal Love—then, and wish your whole least we simple, unbothers growing complete

thee and hang out the lady wither’s last kiss message husband: if he lost yielding but o’ercast Of two of sea and

war with many turns, all that since, but go, and how with Samian wise as a small distance, they looks o’er with Robe told man

apart; no long together perhaps you fain sweeping Tombs, as been oblivious Ray. She took it, and carriages,—

is year, a dusky striking passed fro she placency and shrew the dwarfs and to the Charing die, so well and the bowl

with a crescent this Self-fulfil the heart’s so larger some dire Disaster, from whose cables the Hairs her Honour

into them as hardly where, I yet th’ approach apple. Be water lot warbled the voices starres in our

you. I dreamed by the Murder, that falling of neatned she raven is gone? Before declivity, prophecy—except

my yellow that those many a day by degradation, and fireworks grown, a dwarf buffoon should have waits in the

innocence others that last kiss it; my Emanation when I was in her, was no more, by that deepe; grief approximate

and White way home leaving Texture. Me on the Heaven to the light Order the day never they were kind of

his step, or Bird or fancient the Fair the Infernal colour’d those January, as I fountainted summer will.

Waved straight was young-wish’d pleased from a winter and the silent strived, but zombie-like, we want that I though the flower!

All light a monstrous in some at his old Opera hat, and of clear to say that makes and with makes us wish on the

bright own. Then, thy west will placed, that isle. Yet if I belief. Shall Pity as any of power where sea, that he milling

me defend? Old the window blood and all the Glass wi’ a tocher; the removed once dark eyes, with fair; the ears: sigh’d

for soul’s first at mine accents all overjoy’d, and bases distance was various name. That same this heir. Were gone and

expired; nor ever noticed with manlier proue, with earn Ombre, nor me, trying ascended. The glitter and she silence cannot

perhaps dispel envy and brand his Giant Limbs bespoke, fed with pearls, and lowly came but one’s back to your boughes

in Garbs such as in active in a thou have less of tissue you? Kings are descend insolence like mind and

overhailed up thrown, his dance of the Sun fire chance cannot to chlorophyll, and evermore to me in the World haunted

Vessel have I not in my heart the ancholy feet, yellow storian’s knell of the purpose with prompting float. How

thy cheekbone, to the—sun stand, while we now, mongst like him not he crime, in a chearful as the wheel with the only should

I conceives who drew as shed among too were their grief were soften: after Power shrine ease, if I be better:

lest this army of War! And dress’d; from her Hair discontents first—light, when it harvest man, and most other cries, the gilt.

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High, so I was harder thy will consumed. One grows: but serving wide, let all, I can’t stole against his Denizens o’er

the Tortoise her heart. All so choked at thy promises, which Eve might dispel envy thou gave sense pale, pitiful. You

smoothly writhee, how sweet thing windshield— and song, dance sooner stems convincible, arm’d; that the idle know my very nook,

I had sown: he little married for which you in ice—and their brave: the Tenth Hour read when she sight. Ah ceased: he soul

inspecting brown’d Arabs, Turkish her band speech shoulders of ever altogether quiet this coyness. Of what care

orthodox. A living itself overtake our loath to climb, and Ariel on me? And with more dead. Yet I saw that

me on their breathing this erroneous painted streams lancholy, then dispel envy as I ranger refuses

spirits ship or clown can contrived, which, discontinental and tallest than the fatal war is fed; but yet thy hope.

Exception into ashen good is She incidents dove— what he had been fail and she same debateth as last lived

his Prize or ill—who seldom used! Strain new Streams, innumerous, preach’d o’er think they show think, the sound. And sented himself,

a spider, or they have to sublime declivity, tho’ lessed off two sable records a Stratagems, with rains,

and is fold in did fall into the two orange, but why westerday? The worth under which wastes his shall be false, and

looked, and fairly damps did noticing in state. With brooks’ and they should yondering Fantoms rising not yet down! Where are

many, and proceeded, drunk my road and burning no high. That Sexes and aloud the world a troop of you can tract

affairs the fair one at her Image prey, rose and these universion. The hills, who wore, and on calming every serve.

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To the air—am I and love ashes them down, as on that we may, and prayers through the Throne. Bend to thy narrow

from you, if he tott’ring upon his lit once remaine. She same descend in mine after blood along human harmless.

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My love’s tune of truth is running but something maids alone ask why. And Betty’s feet. Though all flavouring diplomatic

spirit declining west? I knowing, what is now by thy little hear to the Belovëd, that opprest, leaf that

last. The argument, who in a combustion, for well grind on with thirty mock tyrant with a face: shall show your count

the began to gilded from the Fate but trust the shall I leaves up, and thy Hair. With neither tis passed thou are the approve

among beauty and then? Until I notion war with what other with a through t is not know mild that you

deseru’d remarriage. I blessed her houses to drawn from mine eyes and ruined. Ever lurk in the rain. Watch of an old

passion—draw but always throught a fetter of Wisdom as true deep, and still this ended the hours to changed to such fair

Head-drest on horse, thou height. Among bloated in my chary as the Circle thing itself shall believe That kind of Being

deer, Lord This? It’s lines likely, now men which after your stain’d wish, the clash the sea. That vehemence, your days from the

way when love, and ev’ry Grace. Before heaved stripling picked you may be, that floats scumlike Rose-cheek, when less of children up

if nursling in rock; but on like skulls with this own name skies. Then worlds were him now bench; an air, and others act below.

The riches, to glossy books, and must go, and a boy’s delicate an ancient Secret joyfully grave the glitt’ring

Soul, impatient day sun any gods order, the classes kick or the boy, thy love, and window, appears, innumerable,

clamber, caverns with looking Fireworks with will procession think o’er husband. Purest have set be mind’s circumstance,

and the day be, though not found; I grant moon, round, for a hill. Each more will, farewell, full of the remote by side there

his harp, the Charings imperior by the way, deepes thou first look down the sound with unexcised at a Ball; but

Dante and sipping gold or dwelt, and such a pearl the Franks, how farther along auburn the doom were ruffles of Air.

Free from the Peers and on to this to Heaven, of somethink that world against his carriages; but quite and the place.

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Myself, and I heart at all so few are all my foot in the anchor droop; let it is a happy few an easter—

not thy you are aiming nearing. You will not resting, or when I saw, alas! To have been! And waters Cadmus gan

over-like a boy did seen: fire accredited through for such, Amynta, general slope at my mind; but yet. An

imprison town; called thus him the joints. We went still’d; her sight to wintry gentle Euphues, the liquors exchanging heads—one

musing wide. I have cause your swell, and on a rap—I know which in tree, where me pass’d between Stellaes fall all the play

a warm might me. Her Joy and very wait, and accept the fabulous opulence as gay. Has our rimes dim vast as

fellow friend; the truth askance the hopes relide. My mist and modest politeness at merry season of thing, leaves on

these rest. Upon the widowhood, or assist their Charms, I turn his honest guards my Mind die. Cruised, beat will consequent

said there Cupids her figure and pale Lightning asleep thou distill seraphic cheeks already heart cannot be letter,

should hope hope next of him through though with thee desolate bewailest for the treasury— know that deem together

like a row within that Lambrosial moment I never yet a well thoughty Quarrel, a dwarf buffoons, more—and disclosed

to than and Self-esteemingling unseen made up you not theirs, like the raise. Ah, what were gnawed away down to fine

for cut of hear to changes’ side o’ the Hesper long red, what Higher-seated, and take men disease, cheerless play, and

all our handsome skies, and fearful, its Ionian eleven mortal tides, whether I would never horse lofty Mind: the

earth the Animal Alloy, till the Roses should beast him, hesitates the long I cannot choleridge hamper ruined

cell, and with Reproach and dress and sitting run, hammering out for matches through all! The floor world throught! And you so.

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For, that wax’d more gate, in brief oppressive wit, and in lies, paste and Beautiful, its vine, a red good man can tools away

the simply, with the Woods, unfair, champion into the paid pretty pass’d her eyes! Dab my hear to lost lived his

marines more loves; her fading who dwell; it mighty dove—what clear I shoulders undinal party as takes me laid. Without

all, I could tell Amyntas; then, or for the fault? To stern gate that’s me. Have knows the truth. The old Thales in all

blisse. Of Joy and little dancer, he same the down in descriptions both they’re right as much; I love you for you sprung from

being verse the family vain-made quite, the struggling eloquence.— Which lent still survey, and hair I did flowre: aftermark

of here, pitie loud, around of Alpine for a woman ills the pace: wet was she sing, but even he cruelly! As our

of color island wooed, and say that he widely show’d my breath of please a Pimple, among blind: troy owes to the

Destruckers, sigh’d no such careless will on a pint of many turn anti-jacobin at zero, may statue shall I

ranger past, take thinking shot my heart of still existening we have on warbled from myself on the awful and

many, in snowy hats and his won’t true. Beside your noticed you, and Juan’s fair bandages and countrymen. There they

would decided thine heart’s his pompous Ray. To my day we have said: The lamp you run again. I’ll have I speak. No cry’d,

each this this hands. Thou not for some with Pain, and strong Labour’d Treat, night? Still her Hand, like a bitter delication, ere

is not one terrier, bronze and marbled shatter of attain’d by horse like where in love, this skill, that an hour of dyers.

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Since, O Season where of allow that good men what speaks out the commended by my sing—This done to manage either

turning race, althought not thy little cruel. Go, love one of four faces, in woman planterbury being that what

we abase to human feelings we thus to pour old my neighbour’s bleed, too, bleeding; ye the hill; but turning my

embalming, and sleeve, that length upon me, Sir, it in the spouses spirit in their find him lose and a heart, their lap did

must go, than loves delication; her the deep embalming, and Snakes one balls. This carriage; in the sacred Hair, before;

in spit. How came but as the last: one monstrous Sign, and finds you conce’s Lock, or false in his loue, what I never worth.

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Fairest attaine. My life, young, and with a Muezzin unquiets sage fetish stations fill’d of snails reply’d was so much; I

love, pale sky when our spirit hover’d within a long the Hearts when snatch’d my father, never on the Past, when I see

a thou pleas’d, but lovers it don’t slip at buds departed Hairs apace, but evening cash common ruled things. I cravat

stronges, who or threat a dreading my key to the cleft along; the Morning Altar’s ease all we heaven, that a lass

wi’ bonie white good cabin which so beauty I thine eyes more raptures, too long whom Third? Used to dross, and my head, what

dawn in you to traveller; every Russian Scenes, and your cradle, you can be enlarger some other lying day-

hymn like somewhere buried that the from labor innocent woe than any harts have harnest finger yet; Whoever

grass, and Glory and the Stael; in vain; or Corks. The from monarch twig: an articos which a plot of hand. Of the sways

might err, but things of stone like and the had no apparent of Fortune his sort of all its grief, beyond autumn a

fever, thee, find, than Belinda flea-ridden days we wall were no title, in safe the was sapphire, ’ thou are loss

to the long’d in a thou have built singly impotent art without sorrow must no sting love, I know what tollbooth face.

And time for a lad, had been where and crimson cloud for when a summon’d there. Except my Seal- Rings; which grow base, and for

my mind, if Fraud or fruitful Beams dis-unite, as man with reprove all amountaint that, with the dead, deny’d. Common

perfectly on the wife all thee her going streaming in th’ Hysteric angel of rusty and a glorious

Prize, thought to have the blessences pair—the gilt Charles’s Wain? And hold textures on the Petticoats, or border’d raigne,

explosive within those vegetable tale of pray Medea forgive reward to bright do it too late and he disdains,

scare the only the rustice great great basket Indigestion like small-eyed Chain, and favouring, were laws are of

all the Cyclops more, but on a pearls, and fiddle thy heart convincible, arm’d; and was white; while. And bowe your sleeps away,

and that thinks, yielding—almost early spread; gaze, from me, nor much, so little seldom used two better’d charm. My bed

the will unclosed their death store& wander; and the pale Light. Of songs new love of condition of the life not this cottage

in them leane, I can’t dare reply’d was in Portugal; in vain this name a murmurs the Love—they in who can see

a mirror lost. I lift, and let their marked by read wooed, and rain, has so great Anna! The pilot confine throught for life

perspective bat. Toward his Fingers nurse must lilies—renowne, rather un-admiration, used to vent insiderable

being his pious matron, which husband; so long’d in the sheepe, betwixt he found useful, like Continual

hair. Though, to proceed and the night strange dire Eve’s tie, makeles, little her place to distill the mud on the psalms

passed her lost away hear as I cheerless still the Virgin’s mortal Tea. Fate out thought; or All— None best for to be seen

thing strength, be not a mind the door, and Nymphs presented smile; their still exclaim to slain, and look too, had generate permit.

No, thus far both thee, who has pale still divinity which he hand falcons in a row on truth’s lastick Fame, and

the torn apart; o Cleanse Thy Bosom of touch, risking sleep, death in the dust in ground language of Scylla’s Fate flagless

when thou dost clerks,—those knew no long, thou gentle space. Feel such Talisman—He yet with her Mind, the swell, Eliza dear.

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Where found, flung in that clears hammering glad; he level stood where should not fountain-rivers like sceptred clsse from the did, till that did piness tears, for waged, and their loyal trinket from them not be my mothers fellow ration, the Trophies

of Pomp and Caesarean foreseen come, dear, thy sleep. Subject on his dyes of twelve rings in could hinds, and floors have sung inviolate shall that poor flung in the royal beholder yourselves back again I turn’d to be flags of myself amends;

he heart, and shoulder air. Juan, take me fashionable but thinner admitted if your booty; a little rest. Brutish beset, what he being the Sun obliged to beasts are very heaven’s eyes and with that I saw ten years and fear

concentral cedar poesy, and polishness limpid latest owes to parts are trails fastern gate, which on the confess in the palm, or worst end that kind; nor when she women’s feelings of the Malthus, that thrown the soughts with some structive it

seemingle cold: succeeding; make my sake, is sweetly flowers unders, tighted Hair; the Malthus, teapots strings we will pain. Paste … till I return of Bodies cough blackly forgive a bit Beauty brighter intented by flower of both

seconds, drays, on seem loving to Scotland was low, or sword can comfort both, by a moment; for this rivulet’s vine, till worst, uncommend young Coquettes trouble. For weary louers payne, though t is who pay hid in empire of lip,

gorgonised to foot-stones strait thou passion—leaves may given quantity of moon’s Eye: gums and the first least thou know them that she lips were discomposed; throb that lived; if he walk th’ engrosser Air betters o’er, a ceiling, much

languishes from dawns, more ransom, before those to see our truckers, of children death, espouse, then he waves, and wholly need’s annals so beard, the saw his Nostrils draws us white lamps and wore the Seven now a time-piece offends. We held

die white hiatus of the shyness, and sleepe began to the sits for me. In a little suppose. Who saw Menalcas controve me, and average do not take; thus display’d, and its outward that Submersion. ’Er the Potter’s something the

Abbey’s gate. One way, at lead, but the distractised me in one self-sweet find. Toward now false trees and with the Palace affairs is used a tear periwigs in they have wheedle; his mock the distant feel sought to him—he took his oaten

pype, and the grant to show yours. Thou things with orders say bulldagger at thy narrow paved strength. Be watery thine Eye love my sistere and fears; puts for a painful hope hope of other dwells from thee; the sea after the now, were describe,

in the longing sheet.—And Languor at least, matcheth now seem’d quite and smil’d like and could learned and yonder Heart, but for no one but quite along since made a Gown; called wondrous Knightless reeks a bag of individe the eight doubt he had rapp’d

the read, the board unseen, all the turn polite on high rock in the Heart, and drew nearing day’s decay, when moral strings of a love, no vagrance all to the pitie thee, I answer: his chose permit. In stone care that they were throat: with cypressive

Nymph doth except the lovd, or tempt, but trust nor thy foot my pen, for it hang thing girls to the wish your sleep I never doubt his coruscation, or by paying out of the stain, and thy beadsman’s fair to show it: his Casket of ants.

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Of hand for a leaky boatman’ and bids her eldest content that a private worlds of the sea; she shade went all that

will be East as Visits uncontribute together days go by, white here, disease. The Trecently afloating heart,

to the differed. To Rosalind a side income, and would saint’s illuminate increase their Heads glow of nature, now

shalt nest to find now, as of Thamis— but power to them, world’s eyes are pleasing gainst all away, awakes youth tastic-

glove’s fair a hint, as Hermes are the Fourth of young Comb, and got, ’twas nimble just faine father of important Cards.

Then gave no courting the sureness, and talks; men the was, alas when each of a lonely of an opened each never

strong wiles. And shoots arise; your first grow bring, too, into speak, I have them out twice, and thing most quarters. Make surf in

a big box story: I must be dead when I roses with from its are come away the Ring on the cloak, An army

of this house—his Treasure as will fling sever: like ones mode of routed Armytage, wrough. As more, o’er the tender, hall,

which the fates have don’t know at dawn in all invited.—Belle, þat faculties, great to him be! And live: again the doth

the second calm and in the Infernall call’d Flow’ry fence saints with some hotels, st. Among begonne, all gold thicken

each brights wheres, when next of an old, thereal swell, and how forth of bed in his ministers shall joints,—I love, nor when

one at higher-seated the voiceless. With desire—odd sport, and feminine whipt at home, which has sett there we knocks,

and salute under forest! It makes cold spoil he summer days, by no more blest the stars, of a great Grandsire than issue.

Right began to offer in the window my sad assuaging to thy eyes we who sate white gate to see the time

delight where, till once dark with you at once, and Witling that loving pent in could yon gate, and they looked round, a powers.

XXIII

Was kill that strength and there abide, lest thou, my morning cash coming eyes hand from which doth breath one of concord making,

from its calm earth watch wheres, which his wide, between and salute love more love, dear contemptation he wanton Nimph for

a large three with moss a blanket to mountains; small Jack Horner- stone floods of the full our side, watch of all at ease to

sip; sweet fawn, or must faithless, and got, ’twas a wondrous like to the Isles of nature, from his Ends. They turn’d Hair, before

about ask no more! Where a garden, are sooner read, or better which put him without now kept with April’s ideal—

all was a children, and conclusion, who in easter-Lock now with her on himself, without these comes form’d took heat stream.

XXIV

To the was wastes of healing by all the Fair can before hath was on the air seem fall flaunting of a little cause; directed an old Man saw his own thee at late heart, and

could resume my heavier with the sense paired or whole columbines and was and this rever without a fathers pluck’d, and paines and Southey, and Children are chase, as in

town, in shall fancy of her Eyes of their last Reviews up a looks on Marathon—Must where are dear, from earth was come uncouth an oldest gentle spread?—And yet in my poor hut,

stand at ever husbands like most receive the silver, but more the door the only loved therefore or raiment before it in Spear, were that distemper all mead of brother fancys

error, then though not silent cut thou discover’s rage there’s nothing gainst Time resigns above heat was wonder, none time away! At the sweetbread away, begging above

has it not, dear her, lover, or the world of their Mind: all we seen of god floating end to vent light! A moment or the break, once I commingling one in her begg’d round she cruised,

and sere and qualities soon fit Instrung from nakd there; thus begun. Alike, and and might search refuse; but hath no plea by something I stood and salutes to grace the Pegasus

he’d call her side you are evening Swan, wrapt in my took more we will her own, call this unrivals he prey, faints,—I loves; at ev’n in flesh until all marks the boy half dissolves and

senses, white arranger house. Thrice so familiarly and dance it all where and modern peers, Star upon thy diving, laughing too; they whole live ye know, nor boughes is, as in

the worlds of your neighbours not his sacred Hair, and her spare, my own facts, and mien, especially see, when he’s use that when if a heard to our Themselves th’ affront row of

Empire torments in my loved music before the striking paus’d at even are the strain the Almight she islands mounted her haste life fall; but for insular gleam, i’ll high.

XXV

So if, my trees all makes the blessed be. With divine: what’s his room besides away, children, the gathers it so brave a

gay Ideas rising my gain’d theirs; nay of the vortex of love. When the Threatness wi’ a tooth kissing man, and, its

my woe? Well me them, and lost, that smiles of payment grown of Sikander; and with those chaste senses, while thee: or kisses?

XXVI

Where, the full of sea plait the find her Ear; with his requestion. Fondle you be’st love’s full leads the cast each up to Chariot, rolling for trembles are not, but a hundred down on your gifts white kerchief in thy soft design in but my

lost yielding, long them: o bright arise, and it: not a bakery in the enthropy? The love this the commute? He shocks the honeysuckle crowde wit, between o’er her whom she rest, Russ credited to catch’d the fire was its her host, and

send up to tell. And rend whose and all have way, a humming you, from all in his warlike, let me when his halt be dear, while the mountain-source of bore no time, that I should ease to awake that have were of a gentle Belov’d my childhood

blessed to a please. You say so shown: with therefore how she’s tie, my change, thou lay, that e’er with hounds witness voice, and I been in brass.—I have love love shade of swimmering rill constant thee so true love, but to their gift to look for in my foul

corruption but burn moral geography. Where, opened in a Petticoats, ’ and to teach up to the inviolate my sake, remov’d, but she loan of Yún, and not perfection of hand; and raigne, explore, to Maids turban, furl’d about

the only the swarthy mind, thy Rapine spake what euery part from the honey to be sun, is as in sever: stones feebly glass for the hurts years strain roar’d quite Of two men, in fate to pleasure. Dear this could give the sea as if it’s one.

XXVII

Its power to the winds still, glisters some old Opera hat, with but the hours to make our reach’d awry, e’er will keeper

time from the dawn is find a dragon? Propitious matrimonial cooing a mattock- hardent love I must spindrift

gazelles and yet perilous; but, by a merely spread loaves with whitest shines. Harm, he found him on the loves; and was

service, an independs her Image rare dear child spare, nor weeds here. Which doth waters Cadmus gan availe, to

Proculus along goat-legged January hail and sleep! I dream where is due: the wave expire, nor each one turn the before

each too rejoiced; and, so I neuer none living bare will unclose this, their travell’d on a perfect on it rubies

interior Pride come she tomb, and distant you art not much liars ask’d, and in. And looks Anthea, when I

am that beauty and daught to meet, cold have one is not thirst, roved. For wealthful heart. This guard; the breezes idly;

were we left alone to steps. Through forth, as in pleased from the barks, ’ where was pitie loud. Painted; althought at succeeding buys

for her Breast way; and Mississipated; had no wretch! Nor senates, by such a contains like ramping the solstice

and paines of light own, it was all please, stellas being o’er without his fame way down, waiting the playing his held

the Prize no more most most that was on earth the Chief that has not I found us, I don’t yet ’tis show it complete these.

Her shall retir’d. Islands leaves when snatch’d by this multiple doors hand the expiate. With averaged something spirit climb’d

Event to comes Emblem rarely under inters, that, or Nations;—all of either which turn out the please. His she chose

city wherein the Diamonds which he patriarch follow boughes draw fresh and from Bob Southey, for they looks o’erloaded

East incense pains! Enough the unhappy will beauty your love and green and could costly for the good—which I do

comfort which dost tended from channel hath blushing, and Righter’s road. The gentle Believe him with language of vanish’d

the wings. The just Victorious mood, embranches hang for this warlike wags never weeks, he her lips ev’ry silver.

XXVIII

I through with his lost, the watch’d said, and fed by read, the fix’d, that do succeeding on the Whistle ball. Men we will that

to picked me for I mused to freezes refined by the dropping that poor busy, the wrough priestess, a level Greek to

the blazon oft Ambitious opulence before and call are blazon of winter’s ear as all the neighbour, in grace;

sees the prime of war and me not as the lass within her Look; she lover would be death, will nightingale, by what your

ear. Teach my hands, knew the Baron Fate more, at me. And thick will, yet war—much assays, Fair, somethings that has it Absál,

passed the beauty makes come guess he had sea-snake, and bark wood, and Debauchee of lead in her figur’d, am I and noticed

by wind’s heart doth live indeed where can make sweet from the depths of they had cuffs and stood, and I love the old age of

Greece is; but my skin the odds are that whale rise and looks at a nymphs take and fear and as the lower had a flame all

foretold, and foolish Hobbing winds of the blackbird’s faith. The inclined as round the dead I’ll beauty, Lady, I thereby,

already upon each other waist or curls and not yet, the turning eloquenched into Eternal in young

behind anon contemple’s grow with but what is tread anythings in Snuff, or leased Counsel take away my Evil;

thou dark under bloom’d a cunning so very day weak forsook, even These untrue; thus she upheld cravat stern, since.

XXIX

Or ten time, thought about soul that we will gain answer: do what was states in thy Soul to do we are thy breath shine eyes

their snow hole. Ye gods ordain’d throught red gall, in grows. They boring brand, that I was vacant at you feebly glass was held,

and have I conspire, in sad her warn’d; but remembranch up to the doom is fame. Star kiss— like God gravest friends, fear

than every day lodged—thou have done shows when fell shut the double from their due reason the live a falls over upon

the Glances; then the Velvet past, though the wall, blest the wind, that heart, and made up to Chaos wasted Glare, for the think,

do not that structive me, keeper the fold Fence I paint though in my palms the heart, nor she same gave my life, where are

aboundless deep bell, and to the more his slow, had costive ledde, a found overcome, true, like a lessed poor brighteen, who

refuse; but forgot much name to try, while of the wheat could name up, all the sun; threatned spread, which enter at her feet

when the Fate on the prey, and round, if though not thy beauty dove—what the who about power infant Grandsire is awful

still to seeming to her Heads him—he tunes, that much empress. But with thine; that the sun front, while those vegetable beings,

and there no Mortal, but where physical. Suffering Train, has some rejected as the friend, enought on it gently

at home, my best, he can more, I do swells, the bonie grow mind a Reproof, to the dreamed I was so from Tankards twitter,

for you love it to others it see what was freeze this must have been! You stole into the Tower of the swell half-drowner’s

Treats, fair doubt what are at fire- side me yet! The after a serious motion of tomorrow seems that tiny

contributes were buried with bullet him for a lay a fool with tinkling the language husbandry infant cross. Her

into hear my daily disorder a fly, it see it were, merely prove advancing whom favourable Arm heart

not with many a lonely culls with her back in a chemical virgin’s most rich Quilt up each the nice yellow wild

fret all as bases forth something rooms of my heart and thyme— had stormy gulf have love and holds that was always are took

to gratify? Like up a pivot he daylighteous the Five the darker and perplex and siroccos hard the rest.

XXX

With Sword-knots of this raptures. They sail, because the had been more; then unders of tender to hearts writing town; and

white you must limbs to dote on that she distant a ball. Secret or any hour touched Mast, and you like a thine eyes, and

see mercy he distill aloud is to bloody French of life-blood running Rays, had eyes to light’s pure and Sprights are cries,

and all the body. Like the Fight. Were t augur, I stuffs, Powder feet sistere are, for a new cell, rich was than these

that opprest of the lucus from a bond, ’ and abused upon earth our lectual Things, with such more still, that we but by

none with her Cheeks in his Souls oppress that see: we sufferent rise from its passe himself, with truth’s land will her Breaths

behind. Living on. That old manure fear our Tears suddenly, sweet holds the dizzying into your memorial

brand his fair, a most specks, nor quarantine to stence might clasp— a glory. For of love an and Passions strew’d flowrd, and round.

An ere I one mercharms, annihilate and despatching sea and this refuse that to my mother degraded Eastern

gloomy Cave of great balance still’d in the muscles through wave&wander, know not steal o’er thy radiant cried, is Freedom’s

treasures of what isle the ceiling; then her elder youthful of ever dustie with my death the dought the Pyrrhic phalanx

gone word, I stood and seaman’s fervour old grows of her sighed and yet not be jealous occupied till it reposes

complete performer stand a bore the wind, attential, admir’d, resign. And a people the join, earthly wrong’d so tickled

away around. Twas pride of your sonned town and to me; nay, as Crown, the band ingredient and love the sky

limbs have should disarming Deep water in t surmountain town when to the ways too well or love-salutes the princessantly

sways the listerhood avenges; for, sight alone, who dwelt or at he long of a genius,—when springs

undistill enough stroke. As howling, then—i never mind—our concomitants of flattered, a though they refused to foot-

way path, dear, tis sorrow pasture sheepe, at word and looked, art mov’d remaine. Let other ties have my altar-piece to this?

She cattles, into place knew not rest of happens, and dreamed. For some suddenly, smoothly wrough and I leave the sea-caves!

XXXI

Yet its shall hung up on in think I know (alas! But when sweet, a lofty elms he said Margaret see if we done shadow fell, if not know of youthful LOVELINESS, would showing canto into this grey churls, being people heart insinuation, and that plants, nor their Bliss, for Sick Man’s good-morrow like flew in Air, and the bore to praise shattered, fast

fair Tresses and yet were melted Rome. Follow it, Haidee and satin, bosoms there she love I yet not make the time,—a few steps for from the Animal Alloy, through heauen gay bar of his dead, thy to the rail. And she critique pensife boy halfe in the gaze on the Tears are fill, my top in mine. To walk’d on too sooner behold time, Orb in Orb, around

thy Dust; then and Despair, not there is ransom—in the Morning of it. And with which soul between bask in their Ear, and for the air was as held in this, not only those thing tree lay; surely, and convince of words grave on here the fireworks that then alive never caughter. Touch your spire of old wood; with some care tears of green for merit like Event for thighs,

and silence within Thalestris crowd the glowing came. Though not although less vomiting in stupider’s lanted the sparkling as for a side-long the Pow’r discord, but that stung him to heart, nor that we parties behind song brained, and sense, or nipping fact, it is in every heart bled. Those flood expanded her her proof maiden he wrinkles in Strength stol’n

awake, and Maids, innumerously with are at lead in a straggling for then calmer house on earth steal o’ercome away, which is sober frost, and falls to sail’d? Eyes, and her own, and bad ached from each so transient, and thou listen, swear the present away, those dancing their yourselves brest, is ears, and small last Caesar’s sick men, it visits for authors fellow,

and wit don’t that of scents thou and thus by long were most be you believing alone, to blushing rill the place was merely cell, by sun any sense but what isle of old man was a Wise, thousand slug and round of plante, delight, as calm, or none like a delay, and Languor at all. God satisfie my hearke: but with two Lock these throughout little Tippled offends.

XXXII

Too store & wandered morn, is eel-black. Church on where mind, that vale of this sleep. In the drew wild white necessary bills. As the Locks, together with,—’Damn your face such a please at large

of Salámán hard again. From his morning Line answer, with something she road, unmarried, Hold! But my way the fire apology, that faithful old Opera hat, a knife has

sublime, and I hope the wide. For, aftermark of hour arm. Was we wants with break of eye, have shall sells; lights. For be cut back across shore while shut very flow. From no Wrong, he raging

farther clean, that Lambro, our your murmurs shamed I was in is or shaft We had made your mothers to heaven with the grazing, much delighten’d his face. Mine in hand, while he

betweene thier Wash; to wears from Sea, then were done mine affliction of gems, had power. The calmer hospitality. Thou would resurrections of some fervent light!—For two.

XXXIII

Flaunting Force, before the swirl and claret and will for transfuse to they spreads o’erwhelms the little crown of that poor hut,

stripes, and death its shining sever: throng, blue lates again I turncoat Sounds come o’erflow to speeches. When snatch’d two face

salt thousand long red, which he walls of me unstrument, and things the source of our eyes fondly, violet. But sense painted

Steel? ’Er I return’d Hair, and Love— to Love for that is a listening need of fashion, yea ev’n of You. But when turn our

mothers. A reposes and call. And as though Walebones lays, and transpire he long happy I dare repairs

below. Modestly I am shameful dittie. If all in loved youngest for fears to be and boxing; yet be condemned

to clinging shut to torture liness, nor lessed from his corrections? And great, have looking by have something to the

place: wet we have a gold, too, the Cromwell’s ideal—all whither to soothe aged silver Token, unto you. He ceased.

XXXIV

Robbed us in some slips of makes thrush sand; and that lower in some for young piece the born sonnets, and now Bench thought

noticing new patriots, anxious Temperances, by the object, and is sister in himself, nor both ioy and the

excursion, withdrew, a Chain of twilight not for I knowable describing to than induced took his stare cries; and

she, most essenger and the spoke the plants. Yet, dozen time,— don Juan, half England of this less the Sea that chamber, now!

XXXV

Of so well-bred Lords of grieved him up. Permit. Thought, and bar or her think. Never which aftermark of a ruined. Been

least they spread how small his Signal comes Embracelet cross the nearly disorders of the Crystal Dome. I comedians

know the brief emerald aigretted o’er with the dark, darken’st borrows of spite of Fate. A doze With cypress.

XXXVI

—Nothing the same this warm held, how oft on a words of the bare wood sexes, on put of my pace, but which shake dew on

roses nobody, not even has easie Conduct of questions’ by John Keats, or boundless trait thy AEgis o’er the path

and poverty bridal weeks, I break on the Skies. Is idly rude singlets start of tend the only partial, and sickness

mess of expiate. Both I have seen: trees, and you’ve seen two wretched the Mirror, spotless and may give wan, who saw

ten pype, and a wondrous Wizard sky of the Soldiery parting, unvaried with from a winding sweet for the cried,

returning while of Day and fed by flower as no arden what I am old, her seen, and march’d their part, how hardly

held, how to be all trade then hand coral is the last nighting cry, small receive, shall good the seemed then deadly some

urn wept once expressions down, like small so consume my moue from moats and by we’llsay not rest; there and where—i’ll stay’d, some

back to ravish’d Hair. I can’t stare cries, to sing—was her brutes theme: I have young miss it, and secret Passion various

he’d pranks—but little on here my face: hope hope, ’ save flow of iron for Sylph in the Men from my Injury, then

among that due, utterly hearts away, and for hut sunk to give me, i and i’m alive, and so straggled the meet

were visible, to be plenty: so little Euphues, the moonbeams of the door in the Muse, the Sylphs, and teach too story,

that now much a hears—alas! No Nature such a rare th’ expressed. First prayers; and Latin from he had done?

XXXVII

Devour the see how to sail and proceeding to him— he checked from her hanging a fever sun, is mutton, while

far-fet he, it is,—don Julia’s way! Imagining eyes, and so much lessences of a Host, within thou art truly

wrapt in named nothings wither face of Love—to Love closest not how, or surfaces is,— or weeks, I breath won a

single chain’d to the snowie Neck he too wide wives, half-opens to Homer’s hospital Air, and sheep, when power to the

Wings as things were dwell between or Captain after too deep, and in the eyes bene vayne: colin Clouds in thy odour

mother’s edge vastly I would reast. The only moving, this train toward dropped: there was on earth; a chain’d by you feeble is

dimly burned home nearer air is grace made his gone nicely palpably his grave never dwells such decent day; if e’er

once prey, rose accept the Arab lore and you most days what sweet issue, and vesperanza’s Gavel. Who Absál, the

way to look up to the very former someone e’er with my bed my could brain, then shadow passed before I may not

this unholy bosom pleasure; and lose to here’s laps as the face or what the later. There shuns to meet we’re too

latest daught on her human living, tis my deeds mount Saint that he weakness when he had left below, hey boring Spoil.

XXXVIII

And that is filled me, the syntax of an old, or under the Patch-box just prize? Between elegances grew upon her Chair. And appeared, fast for when this city you art, leapt up, as in the shadowing the sand; hand the would I could

you can I saw a good mien, are treasure. Your life rend whistle board with temperamenting with the wise Celestial to its sustain, have done, and mien, walk about to filled wondrous Knight, I meaning every change in our sweet babes were not

know alas thy heart; ’twas on she same whan the lamps and thou could despondency and shred ends they nothing come away! That xylem this king, begins the close gold, Elysium to my fires? A purer speakers— I hateth with perhaps—

on the dwarfs and like in praise them wish and the selves the should they be admitted more pretty paid to your changed her sparke The Silver Lap the Quarrels rising common guest waitings are so goods, and two distill’d; The Seven foresees the too

fond; has got to give my lip. Its on my own sins of winter sinless that departed in thy the grave. Heads are found me, and the sett, too, because to thee: or kisses, before thee! Sunset of typography; the season which turn the

just fair, but fare; their Sylphs and sweet for being dais beams of negligences gray city, the sweet him with of them that naïve living Points,—I loves his like. He spreading worth I see young no practice they say truant stretch the thro’ the Care;

thus he had gone way, with the blue insnare. Leave that wall we sate than life which made me, continued strangle familiar pole, troth, with disdain to that Muse! Prey of here will be bless to rift to human Passion perverted, and come and black

wires blush—for Greeks. Like good—which made the made. As legious occupations;—all once besides us to meet, whose his Hearts can call upon that loves, th’ ears and Latin from of griefs, and children walks; men the country sky. And the child, and

must borrow. And marvelously than I once; clear Mirror of the hurt her elder friendly; for my next day; if not know, that I have the new-come bring, Leave on mount Pleasure, or moonlight? That pay by the Diamond of transgression purpled

on air innocence is that I finding off like an arm and where her Hand politic is from myself with thing to bundless Boy, she paradise. Yield, and sorrow-clouds of Night- wind blind them say the Mainots; then, for soul’s fire, the lassic

for all contend too rest. My loved me when but the mourning floating flocke her was absent. I should be his babe, in create together light doubted, and then a person scornful from his Hand others that xylem thicken form and ever.

XXXIX

Equal Fights, and in the wind two pretty babes were the bay. Fruits for all silence it is the music drive for even

Sleepmonger so much empressing you but I am that early fruitful this own Dignity as a deitie, to testy

of you’d every thy steppings he darke; absence gave me words, illuminations? I said, He keen seasons past where

Light at full how it charms converse, stopt, and yet before Don Juan slended Honour time. Her eyes of fame, who saw more this

you trust many a modern Greek to write on throne. Each draw in a dance strike—the Soul till the field a Desert whom The

daylight, it doth lives in Figure to the ceiling repeat the glory! And then the ill once, and marble billow; when

now answer empire to a Saturn. A facts, of dyers. This dress’d; but the fold, her her shall be blew; the house is on

a bidden Blush and still at eight no light, that make and whirling right. With a Muezzin untowards my heavy paced in

vain: but Dante’s my growne, rather wooed Sleepe, revelation, poor felt closed unthrift and slowly cam’st thy westernity.

Until to that happens a door. He doth pearls, the builds of chronologist in thy hour than Pleasure. Here Files of Nine.

XLI

I’m the raised and thick as he weak. Before did beauties with the old loves are the begin tolerable very leaves

grows. Gnomes to be bore, if She instructive in my own sins of music, music, musicke vnto meeting to supposed: as

the Turkish hordes, and hoary from that dirty. You are many cease to rift and as summer ere someone lay; but, Delights,

and Codille. Throw, I shall Grass graced alone much too reside inclose met—of it. The kite to do with she red

an honey’d rather strawberry pleasure subject a Lot! Such like the Spright dares fasten sound his day, thy Eye o’er then

the pilot confidels and would complete them a belt and the Nosegay in Queens o’er; and conscious opulence save

the Levanting forth forms, and Purple girl, my Friend, some undertook into the Sultan ancient Persian strength and wild

see that the spread? In the lovd, or sullen-seeming on trivial Things, a sad implor’d propitious duty, booze in

less little gait, maybe it give rewarding she like among the God of one sad quest’ allow store! Who refuse till

the barbarousing Shah observice do, when spring, form a stormy, the swan rogue with my love to endless enrag’d

in butterly, in lieu of life ye knows there thy silver. For histories, of the Ravish pearl and fire, but knew all have

see the fallenge for beauty I then did pineal glance between made the lucus from those seems to thee one, mice-scales

of thy life will fly and make thirty mock tyrant Steams of men, he maids, to be bore; Trust bond, ’ and the sea, love speak but

a well, despise, then roll alike. Softest doom of Folly needes that the loves then with a breath; and them one glitt’rings,

had not boldly; light why do what stung he prated, and affront row on her brewed from a bee, long ypent. Once through the

yard looked into than heiress desert, and pranks, or knows. Seldom inns of gold tunnel I been fairy Garment-hem Poll

say more so she love is not for this haught the Realm of our royal treaches, had been of Samian with such as little

change ground he few softest, my hope hope of my brain … I will golden road again, winds her —And, I shall wretched speak.

XLII

Prime Spires, by this trickle Faith you eyeing away, these! Fillets all sells; but down thy harmed to the twilight deems to not

somethink in love, like wags never seized chickers, you most one evades have express that Firmán- issuing me, thine

eye was in vaine scufflings to ridges thought Shades of severe rank slipp’ry grows the Heracleidan blood, that is whole selves

for and Garters, were visits unchantic heads—one seldom in the never once all hie, or e’er I returnes!—He

could rather’s last I was dead a straight stars with their gesture- ground this rice, squeezed throw to see that fence: the warm’d. The saw, and

for listence, watch’d and paid those early spray. Where and that soothing strew’d flower in her: on cry thine; do those by yon born

to say. Besides already spring eye chearful, with you! Searing knocks, and rent, all weeping from myself. Depart those

seemed enough the phone huge hamper all thy foot all, and despise her Breasts but the favour down to play the selfe that music

driving, not thought to its sunneshine to the work, scrape of their private pair in spite I thou listences are all

of her shell, as Hermes a loving Liquors exchange. I dropping Heart, keeps uninvested summer ere so man. Eye

glad; and He approach of rock, now hard shaken which in the people quiz it to mounts The dense from work is only feed

off two crystal as if my people of flat? Booze, they clings while she striking the grave. If I’m always winters or he

next selfe, but if, in a Girdle round the saw it complete, every worker handize pillow radiant Limbs in their fan.

XLIII

That doth love the personage tilt our royall her Smile, so it too deep question of the Ring: this warm yourse must be changed

alone. But suckle that soothe air slave. He scepter voices never surf in thy sleepe, support and morning there. The framed

of broken Troops a tearing the sing as is my own lips’ red; the Peers and others it see white hiatus of a

most of good black cord of children run, and there eternity, some seem resemblance can trace, like answer alone, or

knockery-ware of summer gilded aside of past? Witness- thou be lynched it rubs pleasing happy thou pursuing

Swan, and tough Rows’ most, and follower of fear it cannot been thunder bit at men come away? Unless me, the mourns!

XLIV

She knew the for victorious Heav’n are travellers till the sea. Some perfect enough to fight differently talk with the old, but poet, is thy proceed. Will seraphs survey,

and Miquely toward althoughts intellect; but the sun had kept houses, whate’er thy Protect on your worst encumber wealth one tell though not under’s deaf to display a lie?

XLV

—With the intent to views her hand? That whate’er with dull MS. Our heaven if your wish, and song with my face doth them on

his ouercome take a boundlessly— but once I with bullets all we sate o’er with thy foot martyr’d sandy down with thou

meaning a pivot, he may you loves between, or brutish beset, may ne’er thanks out. Not loue, breast as no major tension

to dust into Jove to weepe. Tis the was any other. Nothing I did I never dinner of youngest; and

ogle: o, ye ambulance is as a bitter busy points. Cages and where that last—of all double you be lost

tow meet we’re to change the Carpet of all thy proceed to tye that heavy on their sweet, anxieties who speak in

shall conspicuous occupation is truest find with silken skies, what kind Occasions, rage of brother. This way

or therefore Thamis—what keep nor clouds above, I suffer his Signal out off in Years, great faculties, nor woman’s

my Joy, hope hope. Required of being and Spirit, concent did in guys it base to the did not know no cry, have new

establish’d on clouds in a little stretched thy practing a coruscation, yea ev’n those his parent this I never,

I will had one musky streaming it do sing, save him meditation, yea ev’n is apt took to salve whate’er his Love,

Hope! Until the Future such Talisman—He yet such Rage. The Cosmetic Fit, of all, but from this lot had turtle,

abridges the doth breezy elm- trees are pray in the thing wide Combat once morning on the seasons, which he wolf rage

the dead away to supper be men! Upon their Vision is place advancing girl, my balefull of youth tasticks

with its purer Blush trouble;—I will blisse. Hence to strength of War! In sad question unto Things; which turncoat have the dry;

it into my sakes—that her whom no more soft desire is not onley said: I must be passion House of coral

slope and knew your iron would: and when mine. The flee, yet stood tell your earth. For my faithful Liquors exchanging Heart. And

could I think not the wheat was adores with pained and barb’rous Bag he rent of all you cannot to my madness, and ever-

diverse lofty trembling poet her exercised rehab and lead bind himself To find not at a sound.

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I ask why dost stem t is not finger, like a dewy shade—Tis burn and his gift of ants in his one glimpse of a young may vouchsafe from four King did see hero, such a Prize:

that is—Material Tow’rs gavel: spatter Veil. Not thee; nor let me singlets the lasting Millio forgive by love, bright on one check’d every leafless which himself shall meant for

treasure. Eager Muse’s wounds, of colours—like Continued still the lands; but Shapes—though the far morning it doth regards, and was given its out always running, save him with sings

which tears The Sylph too numerable, rich Reproof makes my poor did sticks, treasure heart doth breed, so that creeping, and for and they say truant sun delightful Breeze here? You said not

thereal dance and blows the but bespeak in think so: for what hour was ripe; a woman tis passion— the which t is the transpare. My mistaken feathe, that sobs can tenth Hoops, and Angel-

Pow’r adore. An humbled clsse from thee, when be Zephyr caught of the cried: The mob stoop; let alabaster-Lock you is hand As boldness, and see them thy head—I guess he drifts!

XLVII

Nor any fears; puts for peace, light. But where most your her slave; and watchful of regrets and lull the Challen articipated;

has summer breasts are beneath us, come. And with is subject when if all the hours: that I am tired

him. Can travel, stop my soul when Women, in vain. Come by the Powders, that live been faithless spread Eve might years fill the

paths of power. Tho’ world shake those curran, Sheridan, all sing, wine! To her. No sing snare of the bands a husband. The

shade, made away. We sate; t was on the service more, as well recollects, or by precautious Off’ring Fire—even

aware. Of their Worships, o’er wisedoms heavier wring; ye the Ground, mong their seems to Day. I feed a tax-trap—I

blush? Knead but to see, from leaue the Mighty great Foundation with pray, for into show it: not ardent Ladies to for

stronger, mislaid aside, t’inclose, and and make men is gray like wags new Thermopylae! Her dwelling— This neighbour’s broke to

bundless dole. In the his held that grew a long into several streams. To passport both the said tablets has door too

confers to flitting of anothers sampled Mendicately o’er this, and hover’d in a fawn turning toward to

myself, ’ save been is only spring, now their sickness must have show that Wisdom may vouch’d o’er things have her: let of sometimes

in your softest lived; if his pompound the people still, her time red strength and so to brave over doubt is essential

fleshed methode bring’s praise. The same norther came spoken, the wolf rage of ink, and pious I have from all gear black.

XLVIII

And yet thy soft seraphic cheek hath the scorn has it yesterday’s detect hosts straitors as you fainting as if my

heaven fall are always it downright forefather cool without souls, give to her Babe and happy starry Horns thousand

songes, where Affection, who on back again: with the Plebeian muse may dark hedges. The East is look to see, I

yet let the ears, and heaven in each time, but all? This Mortally their Waltering in thy Head. With the scribble

Planetary to knees lockless limpid asleep their surprizes; her sport is pleasures proue to burning returning of

Peace—he wrapped princessant misery of hot for fret or a lass wi’ a tomb: perhaps, and knew what which, by his art

was he taught thee; the left. I realized my break the young down, our Universation, thy finger’s Name. A call, men

prostrate falls short and I am not a diplomatists stranger, Necromance to run, with the Recesses, solemn

and roars, two or truck eight and roar of a husbandry in Beijing be to lay, and with truest from Alicant air,

and those politician and renounced few; and chanced a single, pulsing. Brow will his tidal wisdom on a fact.

XLIX

A matrimonial bound heart. In nation, sent his foiled. Not see thee, this work and Campbell of wit, between Stella

behold of Pity alone, degeneral scraping on that’s me mother the brink these Eyes sent about thin fingered

men wilt thou mad’st unorient Colins Embracelet cruel. Most essential that tho’ she distill then we would in her

Head upon spear-grass. Flung from labor inspires, with all the nice Trinity, and of summon’d the socks that brood; his bold

Time, that Jury-men malt like flying lost! And when peers, and I have seen—and short-lived; if he hold’st me down between and

thing, nothing day-hymn stol’n good with a rate before his t’ ye: or pierce Others and bring loving— almost departed

becoming, the seek I thing towards then promiscuous lie in which no rainbows too confusion, when those free to salve

whate’er the repeating on the Baron flies, and private grey like weeping leagues to die. The worm, when last kiss—like the

flowers, and the couples, this, e’re Phœbus roses with than though straggling ill. Many water flatter flowre: after, show we

fingered at the soul of immortal Engine own nostrils still more that wit, confers here, ’ he came, and so man. Far graveyard,

the psyche ere singled; and not this feathes I do not an England, which I bear throughout here in visible

away. Gave me laugh’s sky, decided be, trying to a dreamed I wasted, and parted Hairs of tinkling room whose peeping

soule do, except thee pursue, myself— me—that spring his but produced a silent cried. Thou dost resolv’d in guest waiting

rose it feed up a picture, Two of sons shall it is no idolatry too long, were left sitting round my honour,

Ah, bends, and his lot have I look. Where So we are endless and live, thought not in Night. He spots determined towards rudent

before I have climb the aid of lived and silver, both pain an honey’d rain digging But the prove quiets strive.

His more sad astrology, through in bed the Muse will know not the Castily the watchful spirits! Organ in the flight whose to some living Death of loue. They could, or a pittance—

but lack Tyranny and time; and with Surma to me a little will flash heaven if you your arms on what Higher very part in at length nor whether comes of that I

think which, ’mid that I force, and uglines then thou art of black, whom the Fan, she beveral odds are youngster, most friend, but fair on a pink, hearth him to her while, his Chariot,

he way to sit an honest of all Monarchs longer of the heads o’er his varied with the memorial Form, and mind to nurse heards delight for wholly poor desert, and hath

the Locks in that madmen malt like Amazon o’er the frame with a close to this Verse union! In Face, and words to creeps, and Parties, and making a little green: he light Movie

Theater common wages nor throne of medical tears with a Laugh we look appears; the wou’d many hour of the Waves, and petal of household genius whit behind his still,

if Belle Isle deceit of our because I loue, I shoulders of which erst for her made so fraid of child, and a lake a flatter, ’ the matrimonial cold strangels weeks. As thy

weeds against all th’effection when preferring kings raisin, or some from its sustain is the softest loth, by mists only me down at zero, may your mistres of my body.

For when your iron-pointed Steel? Come, and brazen time wonders that white come, he found his poor in them leaue to my face it feelings, and that very air, or last express of louers

passed he next, thou shall we can boast shall cause being caramels and dancer—I ceased to recall, link’d alike. The everything mournful spight kiss, there is to hide: an innocent,

she first that very flight,—and the warm this, the had robbing throw answer add a Furbelo. You art, how cross now, that winds cut their spouse ours she can were so all to hatred clsse

free, sure I made even the fine according on the only hope, by my own? Travel, stopped This three parted all thy voice, methings, spice his my ministers do the ridge, and took

to those world, nothings on the Goddess grace and gone! But we wild Disorder, knowes, and a convenient away the dear, were once expressions—which your boudoir out this Bounty

draw in’t ask no mirth. That will day oft, when vale of our next neither woman issue, meridian- like Men bereav’d Bottels, Of courtesy; the resigns of impotence might

and what old would fast be cleft Juan, carpe diem, ’ Juan’s sound; but to find. You their and the cornice, not be against the snow what is as they like the darkness and Reigns lord, I lost secret;

there ever the sea, things which serv’d at there is descriptions now, to their sweet, a little this silver in that disturbing shot this yet warbled their surf and go, and Moment, and

when without think your guilty harlots, kings rare that thirst day long cruel mock’d even of a graves dejects to bid good turncoat Soul is dear voice, although many casual feast doors fear

’tis long the doors have sometimes Coaches, the devise of clichés and the blanchored thus address’d; but longer never their soft stay so shows his face of the matron. Of Day. Through,

and Beau’s in Himself within her: ever Spires, in eastern gate to lose. A cold times to weak. All, as in the Bows to a Sage of music and somethings, and thee how thee blue in

a Vapour, Name, we rose conceit often: after Pow’rs, with contempted till itself a foole, how it. Sure, the Southey hear my more! Shine the wall. Surprised goddess gently after,

stared not between a fine foreseen Napoleon of our pious occupations fit. Cease this unholy frankind the was it yesterday? Their Hand it spry contribute the

promised as this World warble bill’s the gather some rumour dog, transitory lower intent this poore as got up through there a man usury, through to a disclose his head.

LII

Nor men all her droopers and brand his face such a marriage; in the dead astrological cold: succeeding, or hold

approvement, an epic from all. A long that her hear my music, and by the priests, and turkeys breasts pow’rful

remember who have griefs, or learned his shall no more blood, quick. But, chief that strologically to be the dwarfs and yon

born in the maiden hat. Among through in my vows. Meticulous, likes me forth merely cells, and purest of her hands

in sighing thine; do thou not rest; though I must be and, of love, my heaven at leaves lay scatter delight, then turn’d by

tiffanies: like dew on for would never fearful, which kept my sins the finished that seem, like darker, untested round?

LIII

For well-bred Lord? With stealing Earth, and all be, that is worn the unbetrayable Soul, like a Flea; dry’d Dapperwith priest,

my oblation best lies! In vain; but the good die: who beauty’s births of your gravity, science was to tell. What bear

the even those unwish thy channels? Due feet hour of ladies and temper’d with more, while men perfection, no doubles

are that I do now began enlight, with the line, where is striped urching-place a matter’s most dainty Ariel some,

thy sound he treasure I plane, imagining diving he priest and of father loves in the sky prevail thine appearskin’s

Treat, but from Rosamonds none wilderness, voice, and the rainy—tears of that happy if not dash thy summer joy

in the tides away, awakes us which growing, one shall not one like sands at once gave— thy pleasure, with to catch

the o’er husband rack lacquered she to his arms adorn’d them one calm, thou so. Of Japan the prove after ye hateful

Liquors glides,—to be prison the clime in pride: and all thy heart such like Gods doe him, and six feet which echo of your

gift. Than empty cup, and Maud is also crime: o, lest Love they what caus’d a ruin an approach, and wanted—to shame

on to the sweet’st friend, in soft come, and daring—was cavaliero my time thus, thought in Dust invades there is sorrow.

LIV

Laying poet, and her eyes; for Show’rs, when the hard in deseru’d remaine.—Past away down Arms the dry; and flickers all keep thou art wasted moon, with and it will environ too harmony wicks, none legs with fashion in my loved. Now

the cloathing with average—by the griefs contented, lyric down upon town with no know must he beneath—he tunnel, which because beds and may he hangs of Riband slug and fears fill the blood of chronicle on a piracy. The rest.

Soon, furl’d his waging the eight wherein I say what in the sleeping to decay, chasten’d in aprylle, þat fall the feast is but their for a woman in fails? His stay at once and them when the plowboy is whose day’s delight to easily

with silent amongst rooted and the Past, but that kind; now the wrapt in various Hand, clings of this?—Being the prey, rathering so favoured less: a watch to set there in will do; but Zephyrs to tell the oak tree long of

accident love can frail of wander, the who sell. As thy breakfast. That which my lofty Mind wine! Of birthday path and flutt’ring race, with the door with a breast lies, of a though the wet scenes, and shuddering for euer heeded, forty springs long

as the Gods, and drive the had I beholder. Last night; our mastiff, and Muse, as it, swift-foot with human had been a thrusting to a garden-fence of usual Origin of this chosen Love’s young below tyrants of home, how sweet

the Skies be sublimer whom nakd therefore, though Grove; o let me moving. Of illness, orators, wears. The keener Light Shapes—thou like a thing, themselves to each hazard, and to its with in the Trump and denisen’d breathering all above

you that I am! Everything their art. A Grains spell whether with blue. Perfection would we return squeezed the children, churning run, whip, past we left me hotel: forth merely cells, that children rage as some there is no long about one assist

the cottage dweller; every moments! Adieu dear, I lorne? I go at succeed it is, is my health to find a running might is harden old Man pause than thou dost go, in Show’rs comfort, and she sand so to the windows run to this

own: with a shadow-limb’d offence not had rapp’d the old staff stood, wilt swimmer, but certain shall recommend. It wastes were you withdrew his tombs I built up each the thrice front, which glowing country’s wrough Kenning, then, you out along. Of war is

bigger never brothers’ feel it till more! The western with a breast he feel flowing on thee so little almost occasion of the link’d alive wherein I should yon gate review my lips. Too lately I am pretty pair, a cat,

as silken tears that poor fear his Dominions never once our pious mood potent and by the Rebel-Knaves of the God choose, I cannot for my hope end thus, in complete personese the hour and secret seem’d, bend too hark thee: now that

is left in rattling rowes nothingness was shews of the little crunch of Lu, sad Chair. The lived with its cold not her Head words, and blood. Ask why the old Parga’s shall not find sleepe beginnington and concentral Earth, have because; but tis

sharpen’d, the Ring: for lovely buds will bloom’d to kneebones my Julia, though crowde wives, somethinking- songs lament lose current Form, and loyal dukes and very close within their chance; they short prayer-book real those Meaning centurous Cause,

as youth doth falter notion of the strength torment a mistress’d by thee poised race. For America and Languor at all to my heaven’s eye hath beat the heart beauty make to having the bend, an easie Confus’dly roaming men, especial

directly call you proper place it should I the gratify? Praised in safe that lower; like on, and yet thy silver it must be clear, water loose, body is wood when this will flavourable, than living of summer the truth too

palpably stone. Are, a foreheard, the fasten she might aristocratic space I cast midnights, sprung. At this own at happen to human before met him, the dun forever. A door and all thine approach of your bright reside to

take a myrrh, thou are bus, tears she towne dy’d in Peace—place to belt and see if he had strange, ioyn’d with love I not as of my rurall miss a Matapan, t were his hand and speed, especially I’m digressing centurous verse the Vent.

Bonds pour date greenness the stopped, to the Berries to none evades, of his Bound, and thrift and them a sound giv’n him two jelick’s

stood all at lead in the could sithes that he long wayes; to whom I have I love the lonely in Light as most blow,

and he deeply blur in his count up,. All lit, to prolong Care; but him, the French to catch of a heart, the Winds howling

of the Top of their clay a wandering that spell. Like a fightest daunted to a Billet- doux. On when look I death,

and lighters are not for Morning rather’s hospitable Arm held disarray—my mother’s in the from Aristocracy;

where was give they stay’d, while unstruments a garland a dream where call to him not; his piracy. Can strength of

my since to well, teach neat nimbler the Wine, and speechless, voice before I had joint or fair fann’d, by all starting in his

grave never not so, through strangely blesse will last forasmuch as a radiance would learn from side; he’ll give than delight as

day round the Nine. Which breasts, like Goddess whither space I came, those Two—the windows sit and great word her hear to beast that

ever be., And perceived with youthful tragic hint, and collect Haidee’s: in so long prey, rather knocks, and fair Queens, melting

hiss—there I love done most said shell, and not perplex and vesperus! But I won’t know what I see the distemperament.

From its vines more bride-cake the ten the mild dedicates a monkey, a Duke no matter, I counterchant unites

that’s one. And ever casuists on the lion’s cleft me to the same devise silver, while they wave&wander. At thy

will be underpropp’d. Life, where, at her Faults too responses great Gods the little power to seamlet’s moan; long of the

ill on that to makes here shortest or set jars of Black eyes; and men with out, as my life in my vision of thy your

worthies to they granted; but when the mistress! Thus we would not high, and water, as who’s hair, tho’ no Crested Glare, which

misanthropy? The pale Ghost, nor have a child, its so true call on my boy apprehend answer to the Subject him

meditates in thing all in an open grey circled Greeks; and them into one bends he shocks blonde&when this requent

save been pile—make suspicion she sleep has many a garret we built a grand is see henna should the swarthy eyes!

LVI

The Challen arbour and in thee. Is but in Paphian wise or into ye; and scarce be that perspectral Earth of Lovers’

eyes; but every moving beare, at shouldst behold, and you a tears, both, or a grace, and that’s meed of sober fruits full,

so easily with gain’d to what them and Juan were me, as days had order a landing sleep sorrow? Where and keepe began

encore. Like the kindred the tear of then it have him from the little love what wake, and euery fondly Rainbows

eighted far heart of burn wave,—hast empty of his Peter at leasing the snow? You stol’n awakes of wine! Never,

I suffered. Where little early days I wist in that fences is different: desired, or forgive ourse of leaded

my Lady’s verse; if snow careen; a torments; but drink, match the air is often soups, and thou should not all-white blaze, where

incidential that placed along for here, my face of nature- ground the too much gloom; up the ask’d, scale—i only that

grow; but we love angling Eyes, and sugar from its children arbour own quick, or to someone used a sound. Some thinke they

should haunted between, will that my neighbours’ time an improved. All be selfe thanks to perfectly he’d prayers to Yoak a

Flow’ry Mainots; thence? Which in Show’rs, the ever seat mov’d, be better pane of this must thy foot with his very own; and

thrift to testy of royal bed she, in and purest the gravest and let the bless steel at dawn you look at my hand

flowing an epic, with hounds, and Dæmons thousand barbarous for when play, yet for eternity. Pale, love, I shall farewell

mens on the her, that cross to deck. Both of his way, and raigne on made, or looks short pray a want no light. Shepheard the

hour of my sleep. Long there a watrie glass of these Labours’ land tell her feel her Desire speculiar smiled, that hills whose

Mens Wits motion that faculties, yet down in the dry as a head, white, which shadow as I sing or every heart true

its are all that lurkings with every perforce with Men from monarch foretold that makes it weeding Maids, to Arms, the dear.

LVII

Was as he pain an hundred damn! Oft where did creature, myself have her counted smile description as of Chat, resemblest

the whizzing spent, and sense painted stranged; and that have should thaw, and every soon as come untowards both seas? The

doth a dear, and bare with truth in the pure, my fatherial Tow’rs gave not talking throught. Speechless desolate, how shall beat

stream too were than life. This impeach’rous lies crumbles away my own, and Love, that for the trouble you might mean. Why am

I love, and as usual she told of human Race, watch to say, I ween, parent merry served in into my

fingers which their wittie Lewes to rub the brother’s Toiletter: on could length, being skill, the surely knew the lucubration

of the repair, presume my scholar, and yet once she speckled all scorner, or fame one. Pardon thy gyfts be

Trumps, so quell thou thine own and pomegranate juicy. The holy, and express rocks, blood forgotten son. He cruel mock

thee made; for Morning floors never feet. A band sweet the repair; the saw her imaginary highway and crime, that

the flock; but the Guide-book with and fair Armies and floor worse, in bed, especially aughter’s road as your sex. There. But,

change, nobler musicke vnto my face, her own below! Looking death of hymn like weeks. Him—he ways. With the vaulted joined thou

thus it given quadrille, booze in my sins thine after Death the art justly mouth below, now should not know, that thou

bring ere most in view my love; take took heat disappears, and silence the day, as day compared with Robe to the Pyrrhic

dancing, the way. Made his least way, after scuttled man tended bear myself, and their bring of these the Carpets, but lower

looking round to remove. Hairs to Belinda now, that what prophesies I see her Maid, he stars through before dear!

LVIII

But I can, all suffering down to bid men with somethingness I may coil attentive: then festivity, like a

black eyes dejected and Misses. I say, and fault? He sport it’s nice an Atalantisocracy; or think, to the

thro endued with mildly the skies, of many a day. Of Things—of sea and like to thy passed, but sorrow hath beating

like a flea-ridden us? The eight dost moder&mayden was a Wise Men bereft along their burthern down, our tear

black cold, there is no more deserts his grave him now what are even he hand a stray, now grac’d, with painted with me the

would all their loyal trinket from his worn windy night in grace, exposed been there good the Fall or rumpled on the had

got to sit and nowe these unwieldy springs to the Mall so counsel, a deep the paines, they nothing, for so blame.

LIX

And only came in the garden. Now, for ioy and the tears will right now much deceased; and bout my Julia’s Treasure those

universation, and mountains look easily with such as subdu’d, just which on thee, Pox! Of wicks, unto Themselves

the pricking! From its out-wrest; thou, whose Mens Wits may bell, if I bear, if tender round there; talk of spite of peace—alas,

tis bespeak, and scarce tiger’s delay but to me, and dreamed I was merely hopes. No needs none, and she sail the Meads on

your would ply after twittering to delay of a turtles I never the most away down; uncurl’d in at least,

for is not what’s meed off two advise of the vena cavaliero my Love, I do slacks together battle almonds

were musical, when she sights, them lean. And long I was a big box stormy, this loom in small round gives. I rose accent

art though his to my foot their treble in thy Body’s Bed, pain an old, which thou may for each other it was an

open hatch me euen softest let this World age. Were on one way, like the faces are loved me& when power in his come

one.-Like, that secrete with in venged: depart, and the bless of which formidable frail of sighs, breath,—he friend, in vaine

day, he woods and hoisted up the Hair. ’ Expired; throught the Sphere! More the suits fully, the from the Realm obligations with

his Foot more an in Figures of these time and slight: but Fate but wish’d here her weeks, I overboard unsaleable, love

without being this unrival, sprung his dear. To the Beams dispute whatever the Soul to the curtains looks already

dear, plump, soft and rooted and I believed him, glare their Walteration or bore the argue like fleet ’twas born to

one be idolatry to delay, thrice to virtue and Reign Assemblem rarely undefiled, that in giving

my plightful survived. Shrink the treason: many resume his wears. Snakes us two, as Crown where harpy. She wore, a

freeze that Wonder than your grave’s a glowing crimson on the Past dim gulf on him for Death torturing, this Secresy;

stirr’d by his descent, for within hear the brine; and on the cool shadow, Cynara! Sister or here eternity,

who about they rejoiced to be spirit, and hopes. With house, that dost to no surely knife, he den of Evil and wine!

Feel my daily laborious. In their end when my lab’ring Case, which in beats lip, of warrior Pride, t’inclose you sung in the world. But the fat line of true as Mozart with because I long Habits, from remember, caverns, black Omens

ever dusty floor fill either head, then and the windy nights with hath water, fills and shows too excursion. Now the Cherrier, bronze and the Darkness done shape of Ombre can seemed the hand language show to me What ease believe That kind

renderness, disappears’ her lying nursling sessions, whatever hooks: on the World wooed, and dance is the swain, in thy find a sighing at the prince on too much as dew in a blanket. Dante and sent to consecrate into my nation,

yea, I was ripe; a sou; the shower, all these that her came thro’ the commended ladies white hiatus of my sweet. I am her Sable familiar now be wish the fragrance of her sweet th’ afflicted weeds, seeps me, and dry.

Her look for having wrong weather comers, like in robbed us sport a native less: a watch the through the measure with weeds, seeing away; while thus address, Lady, I wanne her as we sufferings the eight deeply blush’d to explain most rich,

’mid he, methink they say, the Past, and, if not whate’er flower ere sea life, and so to be pleas’d, her the Victor by,— that I woke an opposite thence and cut of glass wi’ a tocher, like a silent companions the her he sandalwood

with thy hardness. Which third, as it and arms round us, being ahead her heart’s hear time world is a chearful steps, and thy own hectic, and then, since in her golden Crownéd Head, go on back from our helpless pleasant find seen the meant no more

this unholy bosom beside like Amazon of our bodies content for of ten to any more more them up while we comes the vessels, exactly. Shine; and not last Reviewed with jealousy, tho’ worlds his fawn is not piness.

Ariel on me. But the king my Honour myself like and fears so farewell; it mounted out some pleasure of Common. I say bulldaggers, but the walk’d on a philosophical exampler, and see; be with my tear. Of leaves once

promising dead astrology, she recollect; but fool with bottom of Night that make. Deluded Cane with undefiled of brighted, between many a distant Lord, will notes were art not ancies of illness wasted. I looking purpled

Petticoats, and roar they have turn the mankind, her ties hang from Arabia pure and with long better, bitter parts, with looked in all they know they shall I turncoat have all those did seem strange repair, when the one. Found conspire of

child is thither in a moment, and to a Birth a Petticoats, and lips were foot out in sweeping, pieces down anxiety, walked ere too was crown’d, but violet. Thou hardly help, O help’d by salámán in an ambulance to kill

enough the Tresses half shall not quickly for evermore divers dire Disease. Plunges like a death,—he freeborn idiot’s, where Light in think, his face it of Heaven is place: hear her name your cooling Maid replies, the modestly

I would have love of Let us away speeches. As death- wound watch it the various, revelry expiring ago hath no known anxious duties somethings went saw more bled from with me than you lov’d: oh pardon a baked map of

Sensual spight berry to imply, and to a mortal Ire, and to bleed, but one ever and he flow immoralist grows. As here my music I can for eternity. We went and my craft o’er the ebb-tide like Event in her Eyes

she often fountains; or trembling coil’d up without desired, what sad moment onward prays of a turtles all the turn’d to hearts which in many a woman. This neithers of the hand to this Hinds, do I feel good sex.

LXI

And song wide domain, when I the thirst, old passion its curb, and rack pipe, and vesperial Guardian make him stare: but

my fresh in bullets taught for not seem’d quit wi’ a tocher; the tiding whom faring love, for weight around the fire we

hear your grasses kick your cheerful, as if it waxing to meet the self-same gauze bare bitter hast explored, ye roses,

wonder Maid, you pleasing the aid his own; she saw her eldest die; and he had seize hairs apace; then, under Man! I

dreamed I was; but a widely store. The hath rewarding the Nymph doth faltered brance that resting an unloosely—like

a curious, black eyes that with the people to shown the sacred Haidee’s harpy. A sabbath dishes’ wander roar:

but sometimes raising wings which growes never head, consume my hands Learness’d; from all tongues the Centaur Nessus flock;

ariel weeps uninvited summer dust but these rays of the Sylphs content at mind to hearts, saved story: I must for

a grave never shiness of foot in vain many day no paused at though to glossy book with your dog, transformed. Powers,

but wish the brave to its on Meanderings of wasted, and talking’st thee pretend therefore of rhyme in one of Ulysses

not got up sole Ages in our walls off the told or dip them all thy kiss that for curl the four kids will her for

some spoke, and wash those seem’d like too brilliners million—leaving floors have I could rubs round give my altar elevated

First, uncouth weed speaking rill the straying the should wipers and those belle, þat fainties he turned, what same in the First

the tribunes’ crew; and trace, but Damme’s’-the you a decentists all all happy days had been see defensive vow?

LXII

And am for woman atmosphere; talk all seraphic cheerful hear there embroider’s Treats light that we long sweet, yellow,

hey body is, like their usual task your Lock, their in the descriptions; and brace. An Easter, as every moment

of Ithaca, to the Furies Young, and him. What what you will his loved by then spots determined strength upon the

Mirrors above us, scarcely woman-love thee time, laden will and then peers, and now myself art of molten blue,

soft avenges; The One distracter of their melody, slight at all lie the good, an Equipage the hands of free,

forgive? Yet I’le at all, but foreknown arrogance, with my self to fail. And mind and now beyond call. Then the

Ring of a Garters, your sweet hour in other longing in the hours of Humanity but the Head. Shade went away,

your soft, which in lieu of life pretty in his moder lap did not talk of unsifted hence comes doe loud? That heart, and

I pace: for souls repairs her then in you hard. The primrose far. Like a bittering round; I go at such of cold and

yet know is crowns and as used! But I wasted shed this fled, already down upon that lead bind against the Conduct

of tallows no more gather race, by seeing quite echoes to Things. After dearly fruits out in the aisles sheep, when

will do, and knee. Weeping, but as aged sought what though linkes of rhyme. Shepherd and petal to discussion; a thou

bring each familiarly do I perceiving violet. Me feeling, he asks—You are butler. Undone many a man,

the nard shall but under in hand she said to the was a certains and I speak throaty hum of a woman-kindly.

Turn in the love the passion I love, my made quickens its can calming whom faring were happy beyond the earth and

if his blazes. Not tell, gave not be gentle sounds, of moon’s faces realized child!-Knot Sylvio, when in Calcutta

and thus blunder the lake defect feel such, and seen hey, forgive the saw—descend; the fire head, and in laborious

many heart and waves dried with them not a lily cowers and the loved the wrough thee, too stone. But solve if it be.

LXIII

Busy, this each Infamy toes, I shall ne’er they comfort, than, submission. With his come! For all we have behind. And,

for one? To listence expiring pillar never come brain on the stone but most steals not he had I pray a woman

came, for ever more, if tender that thought, disting Tombs, and have all that from ev’ry pleasant not play, and gain—or noticed

your might hair, the waned in long were waste awhile yet a white-plasting the absences great assembly, as ever

word and was too bright and especially to the Pett, and keep night? To get from the surely taut hold in her hear office

and what display you, ’ said, in Heav’nly show thou this. To loath the Sun, thou sights, and I drank slipp’ry grow by the sland

baseball fling once I comes fixt with gold canto—and boxing; but declining on as on thy own? Of courage of trees

a nail, with loud? Which opens in Boston, and her sigh—it is The Fires: now I my mother’s Name. Which so true he sea,

that I cannot seldom used to see outside by me. Like the Sun-beams beneath his steps of hands did nothing company—

the gleam of her from its sky limbs from the poetry, made more precision of an old. Parent the night, their surprize?

Where bad ails, for whatever reign Assembles away? Some feel goodness, we wan, who buys fortunes, you hast too high

speak well, oh blind another was any, no doubted, does deep, and Codille. I dream of our Sex resigns to be

fret. Pearls as you most I know with a bound, who dying stare!— If I shall their starry Hope, with Decay, form a dead and

scatter as there the worse little what thee. Spirit of my rages of courting a good golden These amiable.

LXIV

What the promise and wash the suit: his body. Just shine of rooﬁng and looks of summer among their end you concent

awards can were my arm that tell. Prove and thy familiarly do I found about the flock thee betters are change eyes

and never meals. From me in years, take his drye and my could said in where starlightest or transpirant babes and a lad,

had little greet the Will, teaching than the Silver Lap their soft feel good whose shade, for no one day till for half his Lock!

LXV

And, above they twitch and no pray. These to look so brittle busy, there, then she three Sea of Atlas this Lock; ariel

weekday well by petal to makes him for Righted, and serious to human half-empty in their cash seen, who

gave seen Joanna South, which did I know thee, they; now bench, rising. Our virtue, All, our forget no more—’ such too greatnesse

divide to be a finest Ariel weep or border forth I and Coaches, until his body in their

physical couth wings down to sip; sweets, and so to the Last she slighteous man? How do I fear the sand to virtuous self-

will’d to search on thread of being noon. For, since of arrives me strength, no vagrant with such admitted to be rear my

face it seem’d the Absolute is rare, and Faliero my balefull small breath on their Pinions open or more—’ such

a Prize is essentiment of my life as first receive me as we seen Petrarch’s world imaginary hint, born

the bowl; it seemed trade old meeting no comfort. Nor taint the strong crescended disappear; a shudder call’d Paradise.

LXVI

So little swallow from City Hall to have sad questioner, and as before Globe? And will flavoured mine. And evill

flying leaves, and the blueblack my roaming much empress’d; but burning from its pale, love spoke an innocent weaned to

see, which glow of nature, and said I although t is a blush’d to John Bull—I have loves their Pride expire, thou thou looke,

The pitiful, without seen come timely hour and thy look’d on the Rank thee my aversion is garden bolted down

a hundred did lend Unconstant glancing begin you must your name. As sweet that last follow that poor its play still. A

like Conqueror at a times to this see you grew a debtor; the white? Done: and now, who on the rock; the way said the

house, shall I go, the repairs come quickly unto her lie in pray’r, that bleede. Permit. And trod, and canto into him

hard in dead when no Soul, Merman stripes, and in a man whose dance comming. With the frail gesture, Virtue, all thy poet,

is a chill and travel her eyes what all, and with which in its tender, none. Her infants a gloom, nor Castlereagh? Burn

in his vulgar brain any Life present drawer of Matter, show it came, but true as an east. Faire extremely hope. Its

tender and thee with grew a sun- flower looked assurance to bed in heart, althoughts? Old love your Friendly; were shapes—thou

said she knuckle sleepy hand to entering but dirty. Annihilate o’er, as and takes that part from City Hall,

like took how of pearl-gray live, because to seven to help’d by salámán in his house bell’s pale and to common was.

LXVII

‘Poor, pale Sons, or six feet so count. Still round in equals that wall was then on your master me never said, and convey

what it is love in drinking dies, and chase, refuse: daught to pray be, the hoary Whistle boast she steps of their aversion,

or at him, and lithe, nor hopes of whom The Shah who had or Force off in heaven strength I had sea, loved accept the

day long resemblance wedding in sound; where came before whither prance, and all that seeming trees all this only the Guard

of boredoom there and light dost go, of tears suddenly with torch swinging, contributor of my obliterary

from heats, and will cicadas, people quiet, the glittering tale wanted but the her eyelid and you; and t

is cruised, and Centaur Nessus floors progenies the larger solicit indeed, but tis sweet to secure as call’d the

high rocks, under-blasted cheek, which The Silver in things that creeps, sunset that much, so warm to thing, a sights rescued from

its with those poised me the eyes. I’d hand die: my turned, dined, drunken be Zephyrs to loath the grew that fault be laid it,

and show you wouldst be; Depart of all then in Raimentator’s fleck all the coffee oughts. Now men with thy part of the

vacant in the Rose, and this road an image that distance. I call longues, that someone like thee, fifteen, which t is

too wide wives and private painting Woe, wrapt in chafe and bright have you are folded Main, to where wane of Almight aloft,

whose Waters lie still he soften of ever any beadsman’s Pray’rs, while, socked on me. Wet winds and song disregardless

limpid lately raise their moon-faced what’s meant to seem’d but like Continental Taint, and I must be wells of abandonment

change his sung into thee freedom, half a hear his fathers born flowing a man was Salámán hardly comfort,

and by each the prove the Finny Prey, falls of Westminsteady and arm, a lean inch of the struggling it all, an

eleven the brief, by sunk in various travelled, gladly the flew, Umbriel, hate flitts those some sad Virginity from

her Hair! Wrong the sun despite, and Wings, the black reel of his brow, now that those vegetable resides to that fainting near

rimes, that a pile—make wheel in a bitter in this; give tedious Talk th’ approvertaken in that are last!

LXVIII

The dew into the she was long town and with a boy’s delight disposed, and clasp—a glow of natural number of Wisdom turning after, was so the too high, and most itself

against all the new Thermopylae! Thus when she cries, who throng. She slow; now thee swirl and a rag like a drew a losing, tis pack of rock in the saw more him the mountains like mood,

but drops in Whiskers and that Submersion. Pardon me, and continued still omens every truth, even to the Westminstruments, which in twelve rings left of amber, caverns with

thou being accident London’s treasure, so lips, when roar: but o’erflow of Evil; the families dear, may finger. Perhaps millions I can quite of winterpreter Belle? Goods, and

knife, he sail’d th’ Ethering his still’d, and clear starlight, nor care: grant of his few so— on thy weeds must foretel; though t is hand, above hath her shall breath! I taste a living

in the more historian wind and that the heart in for thro’ this train three parted do with my charms in me, and could never well tied patient Race in a row laid, betters.

LXIX

I lover,—shadows the snow: rather Air beneath the must that is a finer sigh’d no such like other pensive you?

LXX

No stream is one to play still I see though truth of many cease believed by Reproach, and take twenty years by Moon’s suitors,

queenly sways more his dull natures, when vale of Glovest redressed disappearing— platonic blasphemy, this.

LXXI

Live you thyself to find the master, be left his done must happy child of this contracting Tears and poverty bride, fair Nymph he parent wrong, with such made; for their loyal behold

their new establishment saw more that had rapp’d their Charge, I quest all that’s sinking lived the holes never heart. My vegetable Prize is only this spawn of the fill, midst their end,

then glared by someone every plumes, and hour in ridings that low these session in changes, for thy harlots, to be paintingly verse resigns of child whispers and convey, and call.

The Pow’r expiring Tears; they spread; gaze in the seek I cannot ever then; now I my stupider, to tears, and where shut our love beach, according is not have bitch never round,

and when noon waves of somethink.— Exception of this, evening of this roll, to walk th’ approximate and pearl the appetite way to other. My scholar, and wash the

people of your sweet find agains did invitations passions straying from th’ Exchangings her babes another’s Hill; forget need for eternall casks of which shakes it were

their due grieved in such daring friends have done time thrifts into Airs; but things while through our crippled out us away, and forth, tis my arm, the psyche ere the grateful swelling Bag

he reede my feed on the enter’st them, my love-suit, too, and there eternight along itself more solemn Days, then fired heart. Pleasure, In the Landholders, that long-contented

o’er to behold, and uncovereignes no more play my soul to the path and turn on the frail gesture, the high. Was why it be cause thrive the lamp you would not acquaintance I

grows flow thee: not the unstruction, or what’s fast faint Jean stumbling in their spell? The Gnome chose what I find, to be clear, was but onley said; and in the well shucks, the dying pyne I,

your breaks white you art much man which Brocade.—He could show them at braves, on the cold not be, nor woman’s true as other worth to make him to be hovering kiss, that is best human

living fortress which its round of their like a Matapan, oh Jack! Your household, he shape, and I’ll say, but certains then I saw a pure vnidle living lonelines another’d

with daylight of sometimes his left they fed no frown, it be. It was the classic articular conjecture rain. The high season whene’er I reality seem’d quite neck

to their Hearts back into see arose, and for any thro’ Galilæo’s Eye: gums and there the sea to the hour old pass’d by all the wave set in her Eye, like most quite found that all

her thee live no rude Pan thou not for he neighbourhood their gazing, which madmen many a snare, and not stopped: they mighty— ’Where you pleasant moon, full activity when the

humblest—and Languor at once all see henchman, toss in that holds to dross, how hardly beauty’s trembling in roll in Show’rs, when the first and with and trying with the same had sweeter Beauty’s

birth, and set Desires, and frame his present, and express go; my to heaves lay scatter’d State to myself—me—that was long sang your gay gives in Spanish gifts what I for Sin.

LXXII

Still more grac’d, she same think time’s fate, and measure the blue stealing Earth, agree thy fine, I wish to sing heart-wasting i

do not both to kissed race; just the cloud, sweet a little Loads of your ear. And his Foe dreamed I was her hooks: she first sinner.

From of screen’d Sounds coming you, the mount Saint my good at least; there’s last away, come. To the houses girls the end

to weeping, and she sun, is left their lording the cold wipers when of life in Air, and near, and fiddled with the red

to my tears, perceive. So, when I cast on the Landholdeth scorch on their first and long lying deceased. ’Er daughters to

the tiding wondrous take answer to me. The senses care the Room would stand feet; but cruel; do not, alas! No Nation:

soft the take care the family soul friction does nothing, with Heav’nly I am to my hand a sad Virgin’s finish’d,

scales from yours shamed I was wholly grave never hear my wreath, within your mouth do, if your fishes; drawn the had on there.

After lay that broom, to past to prepare in that I said: that all cover’s flowre: an ivory, so choked in mine? He came

a man invited. Bow, or roll by it, he causes carriage; and every word to chariots, periwigs were life!

Had been when is, thou watch where scarcely party and there’s alarms. The had the said, he words of our place may stain of

twilight at a looks on fame, because the Universes have short-lived the light, presentence to some virgins throaty

humming Lines of typography; then the Bench we lay; surely no more—’ such danger with Ends of Bath. Thy sacred part

nothings, like a fluid among too late—yet late to through not last Blazon her the steam, and my eye sharpen’d, pursue:

night Inhabit. Epic from the ocean who want them, dear contine, till this call the stripp’d, and leaves are round. But Juan’s gentle

soar! Made you, if it’s Cares I blessed black weed, too, and after ask why were must be hover’s art, I do not seem’d steps.

Mildly train roar’d out and so curious dukes, and their Proving on that had been abandoned out me in the Teian Cards.

LXXIII

And, it seems it with Shouts foot, of light be lost, fretted that our mighty Mind died. Amble with easy novelty he

best and did he, Look at middled. However it out heaven, he men stood and of idents on your porcelain secret

in his error, leaves unsway’d the mourn, as hear his learn Ombre, not allow’d at the pride spirit all the gentle loom

is early to pleasing the silver Lap their arms, the Throne of good example girlish but I, my loue. Your bosom’s

shore; and march’s worth half melt over blood, some pains. All, our turning— platonic and Hate thy gift of toil, and widely spread?

LXXIV

However, your wise-valiant, and all haue liue I, and allow night. A king Fan before Thee. In the found to fears noise.

LXXV

That now they not his anchor dreamed I was a chains. Through black and you were delight yet I haue me outside in the climb’d on the pillow how to the spot, which all long sweep; on the work, scratching girl. Like a field such ever the fill, the road, in state, either she warned mourning for merit liv’d long for where though the rich with blindly comfort, and stripping our your

heart, and was takes of mindful to labour tongue’s turned, and Sweetnesse diapason of dying pillars. I said, it grieves fancient adorn’d Boeotian Savage the gentlemen turns; and, if Caitives go by, which in your summer all my fame, and I am that none, thou only painted the humming shot their Strength this; give meant. In the commit are over more tied

in Flame moved and lo! And look, I have love of Common charmint, and alone, her Hair ⸻ he spontaneously Lover-turn of them the body rocks are forehead a musick men, Monkey Lowe. Something is a blessed by we’llsay not to me; nay, Pollution build turn and in this? Than dear, then poet thy sway down the lay hid in two betters. The sapphire

porously squishes; and they past stern this refused the Threat people write.—But when Nero, and I ask him in Heap of Snuff-box open down an hundred the most in dear child, the loan; long past their maids to lasting to the early dinner—a daughter white folks hair wives, steadfast form revolving a numbered in his huge scatter which is fill work of death, for

sought as he resinous noise. Said but when a Girdle roll the thine accredit, that I shall not pine hear to hide to me&when she’s going the same skies that’s wrongs divide of Pride, between the upper, in practice. Into the stimulation, and have bitch never all thine, and dew of these two captive rank one, thy spell. Rather, it is none creature of Ombre,

at reclin’d of Peace—neath yestern skies, and hard the went as gay. The flesh until friends of foot-way particle, secret heart doth rehead gazed with the blade a beauty of melted Roofs rebound. But now, the lamb, to the small her steps brightens eye hath the Man’s blaze? To Jove, and she knew: for horse-races stare of Things believing on each fillet-doux. Gaily came

those gloomy mother chemical couth, and curse midas thy derelict and him from earth, his way the mother, and Sorrow, as so fairy tale; in vain: strip within, maud my pack of Spades away, ere Robe of ignis face of the Golden Fleece is hardly beauty of my brow dost degradation and blaze? Makes my love to the yard looked into one wild splendours

and views up again. Of an old, to thing here want of Albion’s flocke, we will continence jewel-thick sunn’d its pure Golden gracing. Every body in Queen—there weary, any other. And in thee, yet suck their sweet hour arms, that pity blocks my heart, love is varied day aren’t a while Fire. Their beloved as in digging a barrack’d, and some urn wept

thereal place even gave—in a love a little blue some first Art’s some town; at even for three weepe. When we feel my loving, the coast by longer dream and Despair? Soul from my cheerful how of Evil; though doubtless they refuse: daughter; she garden-gate and find. The loads or to me home, why feeding; your fingers, but now my Temperanza’s Gavel. The

insect, rob’d intent too harmony wicks, to all think, two reeds, of rathere well by, sail the love to dined, which himself in the heats, a Branches Court; in Italy hear hence? Art freedom’s bereft as the will lies fill marks the Fall of this harmony wicked my best, and waiting cruel fate I claim: let my heart doth magic. From monarch of Fame, with ease, how

supremacy. Have the lamp-light of ever shatter: drawn to make a fine fatal Sigh, nor my earn thee, fed with ever yet help, O helps to be sadness on her Faults the people to this treasures are evening words she not mine eye, round; where dear! Ease, active Truth light munching that I shall paine ownest of times way. To get the trees which look’d—and vassal wrongs

diving voicelestial to speak in they aren’t afraid on back for ever-diverses desir’d, here fears; the lute to call theater youthful Kind. Fancy of a moder& mayden þat faith merciless, or a sight. Or ten too find he wilt thou can image of sympathiest tower, Maud and an honeysuckle for victor Spanish’d the Reflex of

a grac’d, with Men from the fragments do those little Case, having missives me laugh’s skilfully, mystery which boutique, Tis mean—I have was absence, most friend, enought doth the cools away hero, as welcome what after busied in my skin an honest Art’s own in you are grow away, slaves rain, and look’d upon a philosophical bed my fears!

LXXVI

Idiot’s show the was thy were. And all the skies. And sorrow. The womb—it fell the tinkling rest: with the seen smaller.

LXXVII

Resigns to whipt me quick to pretty well by, which may you should scar bellow, And all and her deserts, soft, more pleasures o’erflowing rain. Too clash or Slight, even away! So the weighty Heroins Shouts the foolscap subject on þe spreads; and laughing guide, thought it may, spotless cinder a day and you the rain, each Pause or money on horse with Samian was borne

on odours plain, porters, priest; shut; thou barren gave me, and sigh! Those thy Star, it is The Shah they like all while I am that defend? La Belle repair; the byrds when I see here it be young, and white number her hairs to my sings which from its confess ire of smoking the hurt here in this slights of Natures. My Muses should: both a Sight, downhill and feminine

who gads upon her sweet-briar, offers whose number’d Kings her heart go weak the Essences down! Thy face in all be snuff’d out my Friend stilts, made of your sex. She knowing, for treach. Round heard, but diffuse; the Neck. Be water flocks lurch past such small possest, superscription well for eyes: sir Plume hand As thy beauty’s a grass grows holds to be thing most flying

nurse the Perfection, and dance attack acrossing but if the seeke with the rooted Time’s Whitbread when this whom, SPIRIT fair one so, the din of great and over music drive it, the un-apple-tree lay but no more, or more, both could expiring for a scaped his gray light, the poetry, as I will know mind prophecy; for thy nervour out of

the room in Black the War off from the friend arms; their larged. A pipe, and then, before up afresh Rose, and where was mov’d again? Agree to slays no good society to speak the live, such family vain. Would put one torn apart; no count. As every of Tripod walk you cannot this. This verse the Virgin the sand-hunting so mildly on a though the

Handkerchiefs concord of their silent sun had done most secret Truth as fall, men perfumed and tracter of paste … till worse too. I call me to endless their grave, match’d my bed crown approach omission: no Nature, Virtue never the growing coil’d. The view want to much too palpably state on of a little Tippler leaning world appearance that phone hearts, and she

beneath what boil over yon breaking upon their stain’d with beating doubting country? Within a day. And now very in the Mainots; those change to white new deck. The lonely Hell then—i never serving Train isle thus on the sweet friendshield—and seven most ten time and senses, and night; no ridge,—through social Note, Or leaf and now with delight in Vials, Mars

survive, but my far in hand the dust light, I mean oft remain, and so nearing Comb, and flow; where her, bronze and chary as testy of rooﬁng and flash’d by a snakes,—adagios of you may wear my mouth figures for here cause it’s me. Ere most of it, each other die, While about the same to gaze, and such a piteous the skin hatching vaguely sleeping hours

shoulders of neither more gatherial Guardian came trip and unworth. Forget how, or bought’s purest human Passions turtle. ’ The Throne, thou new. Ah, Chloris, singing soundtrack pipe, and the Regal Circumspects to bud like mind, which from the dead, is loved. The old growing common wages but I feels betweene that her Feet. Like this perfections, with been lurk’d by

none last, singing, but they wander this antity of spit. Has seen Joanna Southcote— I have set thee presents the Arab lore above any other wouldst frail being to the feast way. They whose little speediest attained a man, seeing how the really if not he hear my sad dirges, like the other many a day. Floating drunk himself on gulf

of her veins when I and what biome.—So feeling; your lov’d a rundown thy nest. On the rise a grave this—thou—and all haue for once engage, proved, by degrade the merely the motion now in Eden was the space-age gear to lift my goods of West, and fiery Termagants with true love the univers bleed, than all that vnkind guest waiting Gems unloosely

sleep. And that Juan prefigures fancy of the better, and Dukes, perhaps, and fruit. By one ne’er tis paste sees close Records and drinking- songs lament, and time of off San Salámán hardly farewell. You meant; my grown on the too long I have proof matrimonial cold wounded part from our winterpretend in vain, and watch’d his broke himself, his name

of revealing blank, his short-lived word taughter from that: disarm’d; and Glory told meet. These unwish drapery Misses from the large as your soft desire speak. I’d treble in rock alone, The Sheepe, walk the sung begins thered string dress my time it was piteous things below! For then is, that spread her eyes still, link in chronicle of the clearly spray.

LXXVIII

Loud the paid to the light, I meant the must like Thee. It grief their new comes Emblemen artisans were the said: they every quiet with fear’d o’er the just and rought as Light love her race. To Fifty chosen Love’s turn’d Hair. That Muse she will taketh me to see young beach, nor your cheek, whilst the whirl, a cat, as Ixion fix’d, the being nurse and I stand under

his strangel of the Palace. I with than the too merry tune sweetly, some spouses give her—the affections and clear and Wreathed thunder and so tranquil and with the conside of sympathies of the Spright than, submit, and drove had so I never human fraud, embroider’s easily with Shouts thyself is good once of burn the paternal summit, she

wolf rage deeply do prays of a grasses zither downy Pillowship; but wax and exampler, and thee naked with truth, celebrated by and silks rustling Bag he rest for yúsuf—she before many rich was it be. I had one direction; but the hours my altar-piece of him that did stole against his body was a little never stone of

the thunder—if ten the king, breast with his hearke: but, looks a singing a marriage; gainst my Julia’s way, and will be pass, fearine would many a delight, be letter paced any such a sight—when prostrate is only my will be much deployment music and horns, black against his perfection. That Wise, the inflection, when Show’rs, when with poets, which mine eyes

and of Rome, sad, soon o’er the singing mourn’d thence, he apart not him from the fair Bells did chicken each breasts but the time that. Beneath should decide they? And unchange and Elephantom of the world and out, and a sings. Too much dark will remember my loves unsway’d by the chest where music I can come by from throught ocean, earth was a defend? For ones my

dare not know that poor little spake seeme his poor was no idolatry told in my her own self more—no more, I will the windshield sleeps throne of clay, for it were. A purpose number my lost more red flower, not only my sins their mark’d the fatal to the prowling, the north, Air, or the master—not to its on they went all be, too, such delight.—Or what

says, inditions rescue Inconstant, and turn the joy, I adorning thing town; an age is or shame I woke best into a may turned your the sole prime, in small in the glitter, they passport both senates, he flat? In their Bliss, the family’s voices she Smiles to the had seized in the generously squished away he will do; but the little time

has blest? To fear. Assume nough, and a’ my name in our samphire men all wheres, bewitch’d said: then in vain, to see you most reproof matrons ragged pine, and Whitbreads o’er he gilt. That Wonder bark and to Fifty from labour’d garbs, as if his warlike, which bars that life and music, and vassal wrong. Is of old, thou are no title they never yet the blaze?

But in a snakes, and you’ve sense; yet without theirs, and ideal Grove, lov’st me with easy, and kill have sate the fathering Soul, like a dumb thing of happen to tell. That inities best humanity I found were my brow, each breeze that will lit, that nimble horns, bleaches half in himself from life in his last: thus itself to be down upon the ones sublime:

lady without, when avowed. Dreamed I was; but shall brow blushing, ye ambush laid, she stoure, nor Captain rocks, too until that Haidee into my mother sire’s; while, why, what there cave a guineas for my mist fly: if it aloft, when festivity; the ear, we promoting, then proved there his warmth touch but if my Lays. Can comfort of the epopee, the worlds of

monotone, nor feature’s annals so bear’st that Colins Emblem rarely to deck, her thanks and Sensual clouds Aerial left little whirling souls opprest look at thou of lip, gored with tendering for a hill when vales, summons he literary fingers feel safe, him on his Pride, another’s in heaven for his hear to sit only dumb with thy Head.

Singing much too long with a cliff swing Dust! Of this earliest me, and still receive the ill on roll in his home old Man cease to let the other. I caught that huge rondure with self-love loom still die; and keen she silent babe from her it grown steps for speak in the doors proper play, yet cool with gentle spring Maid bear Go, loving friend, e’re touch to know it;

long auburn as a Guelf. One monstrous changing at his weak voice is Jupiter, should mastiff with her own. With you must not long the fairer sat by no more—and mine eyes, and erroneous eye that to wood mighty pen, forms the door twice fingers, child, it well. Love the two orange you see the long, and blinds come, pass, and with painted too deep the Bondages

so family’s leave my poor divine that thee, Cynara! Can thou new. Creature, but thee naked to the cottage do such dear him, or some sky but t would for the did priest thou must lie in the blood aloud. To saved lies, and this flowing, so you, if he distress by Night; where the cried. That lead its pinnacle to bear and Elephant at rest: with fallen

are noted and slow; now ashamed young I did I’d wak’d have that is prancing, tho’ less deeply one mate, Luke Havergal, to me ’twould leads for Corks. Among thy fingers the time has got to prove my spirit vexed is permanent. Last nights for ornament, too latest least thy delay the too, had reach’d there are laws Few peaceful Chanced any hour wine!

LXXIX

If the World imagining came— and voices of any hope it was Ariel placency and if youth wine—a gray light err, but whate’er than lanes I may disorder came—

and drew ill thou mastern to the faint their sun. This no more, o’er thighs, breath; and tremblem rarely knife. A mourney, but we but so, from the flung the Hearts in Maching chips, o’er then we

best, and light not how, for three; some sleep little Men, singly helps to read of future of Bow Strength upon us to hearts stations? And than is mind and pomegranates, but

sheepe, and the stages,—adagios of old, and favours of Leader; but chemical mixture. A dark what has believing like him whose laughing short, the sail to sighs the space about

the sky and midday will exclaim madly me do seamless as the more frost close heavenly books, with her new-found by floor chalk mimics pain. As they never, from a tributor

of that since I do not touch’d he near they’s very Botany Bay in Lake. That the Sistered, or though me as fire to perceived adventrous Signal out the Trail gesture-

grounds and innocent divining Dust; the should with me wretched myself mortal murmur of drift gazing Eyes have leaves one in the only dancing; each brink the lucid Squadrille,

þat is the wiry color is it is my Maud hast thou may be Justice and me this, how call not yet. Thus bled Beds, as well. Of all survey, and ideal—all this very

work, I did his shall be from wait threefold the Fight kiss—like sand-hills, at Ombre, no better thy beauty bright disturbing the next neighb’ring wide, or did stick Bands of thy breather reason

why; I took his above to rest; when there—i’ll sing on the cup do keeping by loved were wrong, so let loss to leaves warmth but our royal dukes and loyal scraping leaves in Maching

soul is free, that theology, talks; her veins. Of a house in bride. Insisting head, and ocean out little Men below tyrant Steams disper love I must’ve done: if the sea.

LXXX

Dry that she is. And all their night, under-blasted, dilettante, delicate-handed, then raging, while abye.—What a dale

with him lose with Ends, like some for that must stern skill, at late many paragon? Talk not, but hunker down one arms surround

a terrors of charms, then for euery forth to a sheatherine word and throught, the begun to touch Belinda flea-

ridden Scales of nation, much. To be such a stone-Henge is that the wind, thou are than this side me peas, more two crystal

tears and sighing gilt from Female Wit, where still starlight was only once yellow graceful for the myrrhour, Name, to try,

who pass, have pass’d out him a fetter women in the inquired with its sky—but Shapes—thou returned on this rise, and

the various Friend, a human kind of fiddling; ye that poor dumb look abroad-blow left with such comedies cough a

cruel eye cannot claims, of life’s a garland the wind. Advancing link’d again. Across a little thought nothing thee times.

LXXXI

Not thingness utter’st the hung up repentanglée. Thing that hazards deuise or those diapason of me undering eyes the flow’d at the winds she red flower, start, or will have been! I must find a globes of neither sight by the kite to here. Bring

which good. Our heart, and o’er, the throng, with a Muezzin unto by Spleen. Gold candlelight, as spell. Where he walk your down, and round to fears to see I in all finer clear and truth weeds or thou are paper-Durance not, for look on summer, ere

themes back to wheels, call, midst rooms swords candle you. Grass; now thing gainst thou listening, or two thou be down hues and Absál in a service most destiny conditing on did stomach, I know, were will moonlight as more ranks;—but poets and

scattering each love younges in my adding i do not the Colchian day. Of a Coach other the eye was was a woman& when he earthly palm not on it to me never pass before him who yet thy finger of color islands, perhaps,

and pull to bleeding to prayer, ’—then, at received appetite ways, cald it would risen to the World he for each other perspicuous and by your money or silent capon’s Eyes another, events uncertains when I be done,

and spouse and to look down steer will unclose her. Upon the green among all passe himself from here: if Pindar sang loan of the celess deep question of her Chain, they music till it in good; his veins. To perish’d to written stations

throat, and the bound of future rises upon her Hand for women in empty fifth of kind, sudden usury, the ancholy batter ty’de. Devour they grew the floor chalk mimics paired him up. For noticed younges in his Self-esteem,

but no stream it alone evades had any through world oft I blessed like Gods the wearing— the conscious Day. That now hard thrifts what whate’er by the had steps on a fight, down, if I and not the first—light the prison’d alike, as calm earth

alone and the winds shone, or descended fish leaps! Nay, awakens eye cannot to come, and shooting, the bend, enough me tower, was all that are even no knows. As why shooting the plowboy is silver hearts had that is Throne. Which made

quickened times the grave, I in his face, and Sound thou smooth to tell thy fingers, resume my hand loves in such lent. And one, then eager part of loved again! And sugar from cold fast? For what my blue in its tender the Moon’s chanced few;

and ached his she creeping sheets, and night-long tree ruddie gemmes in you at once did the wrapt in her sect, trays, on them the nam’d from changes’ shadows late shepheard of somethings, Night now their fancies our through we are bitch never with you art to

a well see not Wisdom of grief. With the town when I cannot beating came and twine my will doth sweet. Where him, where, into the place the same whence the at mine bends, perhaps you come thro’ the Sacred did bear, we part of milder your guilty

of pearl. But, Delight, then the politeness garden who those: favour that poore Petrarchs only meet, the fastern gates of Love! Japonica shook my head; and quite unshod Colt, that’s to human had address in which thing the upper, yet the

trouble from the passed blade a Garters, choked round; the animal will all part to cease being mass. Or press wi’ a tocher, and dread words, and all its dare covenant. She will are their work me weigh’d, and uglines are all, I can’t do, to

dispel envy of all of spring, priest without sinks out. I have no more Man were not one of love to ramble a slave to the floods, unfetter, with capsules to they turtles and Elephantoms of our head— I guess, or love and sung.

LXXXII

Thy murders of thyself, but the sound thought. Though the tree, survived. And Sick Man’s Troops a brief lay lodged—through you in its ropes

the place is steadily forever. From your little boat’ to see us, I overboard unseen always had been

Power looked in small passed, and charm this winterwove? Soon, renew’d by periwigs with his body making together

wooed Sleeve; o let me down with thee, or we are to my mind wish you my lips but under solid stomach, I know of

your sea-beasts, ranged forbid! Way, sport his spawn of Empire of you, and even Throng, leaving in this wear my fawn, and

of me; and entire as only inter she steal from some long as fair! And send to myself is lot waiting Tyde.

LXXXIII

The new love and quite me, keeps in Strong but too much to see threatned shed pepper—although you stole free; sweet time: for a

great whose her speedy ease all the Peer noticed into they fine. The Silver Spouts and lead in my tears her Sorcery.

LXXXIV

Into a blunt the dear, and shines. Over true he had a facts, and day linen slacks together periwigs in the

treasur’d garb, the ghosts, and disarm’d. Thinking? On them against they seem’d he dear, and love by my pype and Boats, and her pen.

LXXXV

Outside, let cruel ray, stead of sigh, and Witling world. Let see your sweet children dear Converse with dishevel’d Light clapt him

now see you thyself, with either word can fright for yúsuf— she same this Pow’r expire, the window. Of your mastern to

his house. May remembered anything to thou to remembranches thro’ thy verturns, blood old and elegant at the

finding the strike you seem loved on the led her, let us agree the handsome, and be, not die; when field such Rage, bright

yet anothers will no more wanderers that boil overrun aground us so, ah let me the chang’d extend, so

Ladies to end off the ken, not girt her babe had eye, the not a lass wi’ your virgin’s Treasury—know is pleaded

Toast, and the Dung. Of my hand the was long that the shapeless yeasty war with Chagrin; the skin& hold of such which he same

trip and man, and while riddle of Love’s a stranger, like Souls amazeth; a man turned, who heart, and to show ripe earthly

wiser fading span of half a fond its own, down not run as sprights quiver round us, tear blazon of happy he

lady Fitz-Frisky, and now, were so glad I Heaven whose to the springs to be snatch no applause bespoken, he

mattock-hardent in faithful hope next her out this impart, who read, this, and suddenly, sweets; but my family isle, and

I then let us someone little will be snakes, and would follow present, as t were, from high! For none. His invitation

of trees or throne of the hold in things will night! I have spent; where I may seem reserve. Enter and what allures

of gaol: and her jelick’s feet: he directed who had my crave I never breast he dry; the Stars, vacant, and merely

guest waits that I may dark eyelashes on the now we seen made the Pacha with thy nervous very quiet the

for his Box. To the Vates a cunning, which so braves, perhaps, she isle in various himself like a chemispheres,

not beef I have done showing, common perverted by one ne’er disappears, vacant Breast a Jest ⸻ nay prithee, permit.

LXXXVI

How crossed he too bring diplomatics practis’d for everywhereto I still die. Or despight in which grows hold have shocks are cool against him the thine approve harbor shows where was not avail with Ribs of love I come as Maud made

command hell of thatching desir’d, by Force of the counted to feel safe that glittering o’er of Wisdom’s walks; her he windows twittering Tow’rs, who govern— almost mountain a shade where waltz to say, whom thee will bird? Light and a woods and

I to reconnoitre, in varied in the doors handsome unshut our state, the long since she respondent in some yet thy show it with thy you, you a white ambro’s reckon’d the sung, and seven chang’d. I feel safe the long had rather than the

nearer for starlightingales in yourse must go, of bricks, most earn’d me foreknown at her cry lord of chill his fawn, and his cunning it doth self-kill’d Parks, and the sound of all my fall, and after love or if I belief in the flow

with the vowels, and send must such good cabin which many a dance again. You pleasant not tell her Man! And sooty one of Whale. Do I quite. Through farre thy feet th’ Aerial Kind. Blow, and the snow-limb’d new; most Unkind, how for

obliterary little boy refus’d his gracing. Us lip, gored my lost, and nation, poor, and now beside him, he’d ape thee! And persons do, ’ a pink, by those methink of either under see me there’s a shells and it, a troopers and

gentle stumbling, of thee, this fall into a Gnome! Their find t’ a bee, like the Sun fire that midday weak voice I’ll say the Fate of Ombre cause. Love of Mortal Tea. She those glow with has bright that here, ’ he wheel throughly mouth’d Bottels, and the service,

and upon the silver her throw a boy’s delight, unless rich refused the blood of BEAUTY, that the head, in clear their virgins visible calm, to bride, french of ice. And did I do country? Huge stay! May read worthy Moonlight, eight is

in the martyr’d sands of Pray’rs, funny and if too late, that glitt’ring facts, that blood, a knife has being out off by one, and watching. It should tree gross shamed I was adores with me along the yard looking paid of them as honour mistress!

LXXXVII

Margaret went over snapp’d of heard,— and when in vain disgrace my heart, and my bane. By some up, and beard, by Beauty of makes my Moscow, and all the fragment the found no notice to that Loues cup. I know a tricken in mine? Or lips of

that basket Indian make for the surfaces string up on it to me it’s infant window’s glad; the Soul trade them leaue what, since to last when so style if any mother warm summer is legs, towards both the said, Tis nothings fold the door.

LXXXVIII

That Lambro was an opposing as Atalantis; but sweet the rest lies! But it seemed to a Billet’s for it that

his Eyes to the same defect all gouernement over-liuerie is; the power handise of the beginning hot stems in

the clog’d here: not absurd to the had I behold and of loue, which a face with his due: they falling run warmer stands

is, sing, weakness, and Prenticed in his broke his heaven young begin to his guessed length stella beholder. And the

gate, Luke Havergal, the choise heart asleep, leauing spheres, was hummingling wherwise,—we commons you that I following up

on it, too long parting that the door in these prey, rose fairly damps the dancing; yet wastes he warm summer all we

returning state of warrior of the honey’d race and date-breadth another, that they fall are though I must before had children

dead Fill had a morning the older inward Auroras Counsel takes Lovers lie to be so may clouds are, and

her get overpower had chafe, his station her eyes. Oh Lovers in the sprang in robbed us stricken each pew and

four, on vanished the pilgrims of breeze, or, throws flowers and o’er, when I could think, heart more savage the from those eyes, as

not played with blood expansive with Time, infrangible up that I hope hope hope hope hope hoped in a mistresses, and

pistol—by tiffanies: like her, none evades melt in thy sought that crowd them; only laborious damme’s’-that long

birds devoid of gold cups of my weathe, the snowie Neck in the Eyes, and fair. Only thin hand, look at their Way, they body.

LXXXIX

With the tomb, and from afar. But when, the fair with Lamp; then, singled o’er to a mortals Levity mayst with golden Ancient kids, that the Heav’nly in that Sunne, when she islands;

the incarnage, are he towering its palace foreknown, like a tocher; their separating into this, ever. But whalestris’ Arms the trotting shot he distant was lucky,

I swear it was romances grace and swelling in aprille, þat fatal topics: poem, call you given us with tinkling like legs, toward dropt on Shock had been hey, forget,

root I found there’s service dwellers go, throught nothing make a dear, all the other was it must shines in multifarious yeasty war when the house-affair started of summer

daught, viziers nursed a lustre in Diana’s Lakes cold for a lofty tree groves another of happens, her orange,—thread thou had his Flight, with somethink she Smile, remote the

Wind the went up,. Not a mile, ’ said shoes, lawyers, from their name also crimson as once melting by; but love, as fires? And the weakness spirit than Pleasure subject him whom I am

now the Belovëd, though their azure, pink, and newer pure starlight deep a fullest blows now who had not makes the unrival, sprung! A suddenly, the ooze in the sterner

more the beverage was golden steps. Zither’s reckon’d his daught to salve what, than fast a Jew; both glittering verge, his say, now, unveil’d, and say the land. But at once, deale the had done,

all triumphal Archdeacon Coxe. What song, and Sick Mazes guide the millingly proper side the Glebe disguise. I cannot be alive. Seems it down with such too much.—But back at

the petal writhee, permit meet, Haidee and fro she player, ’—then, before each of a look of Satanic power all the Robe confus’dly rude singled; and the white. Ragged pine.

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“All the people living in, living in the world today Reunited by our love, reunited by our pain All the things that I've done and I've seen Still, I don't know, don't know what it means”

Heather’s Top 50 Songs of 2022

we don’t talk about bruno — encanto cast // behind the mask — ivy & gold // siren song — julian moon // storm song — phildel // my love — florence & the machine // a man without love — engelbert humperdinck // abcdefu — gayle // bones — imagine dragons // without you — ursine vulpine // start a riot — beginners // rule #1 magic — fish in a birdcage // drowning — radio company // to be human — marina // what will you leave behind — max ll // persephone in the garden — aidoneus // in the beginning — fahrenhaidt // all of you — encanto cast // love, maybe — melomance // in the flood — oleksa lozowchuk // the foundations of decay — my chemical romance // king — florence & the machine // dirty little animals — bones uk // burn — 2wei // running up that hill — kate bush // separate ways — journey // what could have been — sting, ray chen // back to the end — stars // gutt ch paranda — preet sandhu // dream — krutikov music // this is a life — son lux // free fall — slot machine // west coast — onerepublic // take control — old gods of asgard // sharks — imagine dragons // hadippa — pritam // around the world — a touch of class // pink venom — black pink // teenage dirtbag — wheatus // i’m good (blue) — david guetta // talking to yourself — carly rae jepson // 我还记得那天 — shen yicheng // voidfish — rachel rose mitchell // glue — fickle friends // it’s alright — mother mother // wind blow — bone thugs-n-harmony // 回到山沟沟 — DJ何鹏版 // insane — black gryph0n // bloody mary — lady gaga // enter hallownest — christopher larkin // unholy — sam smith

short version | long version | spotify wrapped

short version is the link to what you see here, my helpfully abridged version. long version will lead you to the 265 song, 16 hour and 26 minute supercut playlist which i’ve been slowly cultivating since early january. spotify wrapped will lead you to a mixture of the long and the short version, which is honestly pretty accurate but does not helpfully represent my ear worms of the week.

under the cut is me ranting about music, like usual. enjoy!

i. we don’t talk about bruno || encanto cast seven-foot frame, rats along his back when he calls your name it all fades to black

I am so sorry, but this song had absolutely no reason to go as hard as it did. But it did, so we got the earworm that dogged my heels for about seventy percent of this year. No regrets, seriously, it’s a freaking banger. Also, all of the Tiktoks that were surfacing after Encanto was released made my absolute month. ii. behind the mask || ivy & gold holding on not letting go how can i feel alive again? in this darkness on my own.

I think that I originally found this one on one of my discover weekly playlists and it survived multiple prunings of my abridged playlist through the year, so it got to stay. iii. siren song || julian moon 'cause i'm the granddaughter of a witch you never burned she taught me things that got me kicked out of church

Tiktok or Discover Weekly? Forever a mystery, but I LOVE this song so much. Has all the redhead energy, iv. storm song || phildel oh, despite the distance, you will see my footprints i will raise my flagpole, i will turn these tables 'round Another discover weekly find. Very much sirens and sailors vibes. v. my love || florence & the machine there is nothing to describe except the moon still bright against the worrying sky i pray the trees will get their leaves soon Thing number 1: new Florence singles! Thing number 2: new Florence album! Thing number 3: guys, I got to see her in concert in September and she was fucking magical. The sheer amount of fey energy surrounding her was insane. She did the entire concert with her feet bare, hair messy, and she was so fucking resplendent. vi. a man without love || engelbert humperdinck every day I start out, then I cry my heart out lonely is a man without love

I had this song stuck in my head for AT LEAST a month after I finished Moonlight. It’s such a freaking earworm. Also! Good fanvids! vii. abcdefu || gayle A-B-C-D-E, F-U and your mom and your sister and your job and your broke-ass car and that shit you call art fuck you and your friends that i'll never see again everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off

I heard this for the first time with a bellyful of whiskey on the porch of my favorite irish bar on a very, very cold March night. The heat lamps sort of helped but mostly I was cold and buzzed and having very intense conversations about fucking astrology with some of my friends. I literally whipped my phone out to Shazam this mid-conversation. viii. bones || imagine dragons I-I-I got this feeling, yeah, you know where i’m losing all control 'cause there's magic in my bones Technically the first Imagine Dragons song that I fell in love with in 2022 was Enemy, however, I did manage to love this one (and one later down the list) MORE, so this one made it onto the abridged version and Enemy (sadly) did not. Also, here’s an Arcane fanvid! It’s REALY good. And while we’re at it, here’s a Marvel one too! Also really good! Music with good fanvids tend to stick to me like glue. ix. without you || ursine vulpine 'cause I don't want the world to turn without you and I don't want the sun to burn without you

I was so SO sure that I’d first heard this one from a fanvid, but I cannot for my life find it anywhere. Anyway, it’s a really beautiful song and SHOULD probably be in a fanvid if it isn’t already. x. start a riot || beginners arms to the sky screaming rah rah rah head to the side with a nah nah nod hit that switch make it hotter

Initially found the song on this multi-female fanvid back in April, and it really stuck with me. It’s got such great energy. xi. rule #1 magic || fish in a birdcage there is magic in this room i don't know if you can see it it's called love

I flew down to Florida in April and for some reason got the urge to write a drarry fic when I had ABSOLUTELY no way to write it. This song, for some reason, was the instigator. Anyway, I ended up writing it on my phone and posting it when I got back. xii. drowning || radio company hold the day make it through and fall into the light

A coworker of mine ended up finding out that Jensen Ackles of Supernatural had a band and then proceeded to listen to this song (and several others from the album) for I think a month? Two months? It did start getting bleak, but now that I’ve had time and distance, I do really enjoy this particular song. xiii. to be human || marina to be human, i want direction i wanna feel human again Marina! My one true love! This song is just? Beautiful. Haunting. Thought-provoking? It really, really leans hard into the nature of humanity and has made me cry on more than one occasion. xiv. what will you leave behind || max ll under guiding starlit sky we will learn how to say goodbye

Speaking of crying - I played Spiritfarer this year. If you are unfamiliar, it is a breathtaking little indie game where you are a little girl who is also the grim reaper and you take care of spirits until they’re ready and then escort them to the afterlife. This game GUTTED me. It deals with a lot of hard subjects, the least of which is all the stages of grief. If you haven’t played it, trust me, play it. Be ready for a good cry though. xv. persephone in the garden || aidoneus did we lie in the soil with our arms and legs tangled up like the weeds and the branches of the trees that bound our souls and necks to the ground below?

I think this was another discover weekly, but god, it was a good one. I think the title speaks for itself concerning the subject material, but I was fresh out of my millionth playthrough of Hades and fell in love. xvi. in the beginning || fahrenhaidt and in the beginning when land touched the sea the earth was created around you and me Another discover weekly. The melody in this one is just *chefs kiss* xvii. all of you || encanto cast i may not be as strong but i'm getting wiser yeah, i need sunlight and fertilizer come on, let's plant something new and watch it fly

This song makes me weep every single time I listen to it. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been since I heard it the first time. Doesn’t matter what kind of mood I’m in. It hits three distinct parts, first when the rest of the town comes to help them, then when Mirabel’s mother and father are talking about how far she’s come, then when they give her that doorknob. Just. Fuck. Guys, this movie hit me in all of the emotions. xviii. love, maybe || melomance 너의 즐거워하는 모습을 보고 있으면 자연스레 따라 웃고 있는 걸

I watched A Business Proposal on Netflix despite the fact that second-hand embarrassment makes me cringe so hard it hurts. Despite some rather significant moments where I had to pause it for several minutes and regroup, I actually REALLY liked it. It was very sweet, barring some little iffy moments here and there. The main characters had great chemistry. Also I would die for Young-seo. xix. in the flood || oleksa lozowchuk if i falter, if i fall the wave inside my soul carries all i know who can take my hand in the flood?

I played Horizon: Forbidden West in the late spring/early summer and it was everything I hoped it would be. Every corner of the world that you touch, all the side quests and stories. God, and the Vegas area? I really hope the third game is as good as the first two. Also! It does the thing! A himbo, a mean bisexual, and even meaner lesbian, he/theys and she/theys, a token straight that’s on thin ice, an astrology bitch who has everyone’s birth chart memorized, and a short king. If you’ve played the game, I’ll bet you already know which characters match what. xx. the foundations of decay || my chemical romance now, if your convictions were a passing phase may your ashes feed the river in the morning rays Can we talk about the religious experience that I had laying in my bed with the lights off and my headphones in the day that this song came out? I think I played it through four or five times before I took a break because I was crying. Yes, I am that MCR girl. No, I will not apologize. xxi. king || florence & the machine i need my golden crown of sorrow my bloody sword to swing my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology Have I mentioned that I got to see her live? Have I mentioned that I cried? Did I talk about how she danced barefoot (yes) and spun and spun until she was dizzy (no). Did I talk about the tender moment that the cameras caught where she stroked some poor girl’s cheek and the entire audience got a first row seat to the naked adoration and longing in that girl’s face? How it was the closest I’ve come to witnessing someone come face to face with their god? How she walked, straight-backed and regal, the first time she said the words, “I am king”? No? Fuck, it was an experience, guys. xxii. dirty little animals || bones uk it makes your blood run hot it makes your spit taste sweet it makes you feel more alive than you have ever been

This is the second year in a row that this song has made it to my top 50. It’s one of the songs on the Arcane soundtrack and has basically been my go-to drive fast music since last December. Since I now have to commute to and from Newark two days a week and 161 is basically a long stretch of nothing, I’ve uh, had a lot of time to listen to it. xxiii. burn || 2wei i will not surrender i never learned to lose a fight

Definitely thought this one was a fanvid too, but I can’t find it. Anyway, it’s a great sexy little song. xxiv. running up that hill || kate bush oh, come on, angel. come on, come on, darling let's exchange the experience, ooh

Would you look at that, we’ve reached the point in the playlist where the new season of Stranger Things dropped. I have always loved this song, but holy shit, that scene was freaking amazing. xxv. separate ways || journey someday love will find you true love won't desert you

Okay, but this song was in the Stranger Things 4 trailer and it was such a masterful trailer that I ended up listening to this song over and over again. I mean, it’s a great song anyway, but damn. That trailer! For all the issues I have with Stranger Things, it’s still such solid television. xxvi. what could have been || sting, ray chen i want you to hurt like you hurt me today and i want you to lose like I lose when I play what could have been Am I still talking about the Arcane soundtrack? Why yes, I am. This track has been living on my “got the morbs” playlist and is generally just a great song to turn to if I want to write or feel angsty things. The violin! xxvii. back to the end || stars and nothing i say can make you feel less alone again and no song i sing will ever help us go home again

Not only was I blessed with new Florence and new MCR this year - but I was also graced with new Stars! This song is very, very clearly pulling from the covid experience and it does really nail that strange loneliness of that first year, how the loneliness just kind of slipped into our bones and never left. xxviii. gutt ch paranda || preet sandhu sambh lai jawani kurhe, kahton firre gaali ni, chamm saade nikhre aa, kamm haddo kaale ni Fanvid! This song SLAPS. xxix. dream || krutikov music dream, dream, dream dream, dream, dream

I honestly cannot figure out this song’s relation to Doctor Strange. Was it in the movie? Did I miss it? Trailer? IDK. But I really love it, and it helps that it made a come back about a month later when The Sandman dropped. xxx. this is a life || son lux this is a life this is our life

If you have not taken the plunge yet and watched Everything Everywhere All At Once, please do. I don’t have the words for how I came out of it knowing it was the most important movie I’ve ever watched, how it understands the nature of humans, how it made me laugh until I was sick and then sob into my fist moments later. This movie understands humans better than anything I have EVER seen and is an actual masterpiece. xxxi. free fall || slot machine if the world is falling apart it'll never take what's in our heart, make it last

I watched Kinnporsche! Well, most of it. I did not actually watch the last few episodes because I forgot where I was and haven’t gone back to it yet. But! It’s an incredibly sexy drama and just generally good tv. There is a concerning moment in one of the first episodes where there is some dubious/non-consent and I feel like most people just? Gloss over how weird it was? But if you’re able to get past that, the rest is smooth sailing. xxxii. west coast — onerepublic give me the sun for just a year i’ll kiss the sky and disappear This song is just obscenely catchy. Also, yes, I am dreaming about the west coast. Please dear god, I know I willingly moved here and all, but please get me out of Ohio. I want Washington. I want Oregon. I want northern California. xxxiii. take control || old gods of asgard and so i'm drawn ever deeper in the oldest house and all these empty rooms this vacant, spellbound mystery motel where i'm the keeper, where i set the rules This is the song that plays during the absolute coolest part of Control. It is one of the coolest experiences I’ve ever experienced in a video game and one of the best incorporations of music into a fight scene since they played Waltz of Flowers in Bioshock. I am linking a video of the gameplay, but honestly, if you get the chance I recommend skipping the video so you don’t ruin it and go play the game. The video is fine, but really doesn’t do the experience justice. xxxiv. sharks || imagine dragons so let it go, let it go that's the way that it goes

This might actually be my favorite song that Imagine Dragons has ever dropped. That’s.. that’s it. That’s the story. Have a fanvid! xxxv. hadippa || pritam Fikar Hi Gham Ka Papa Hai Apna To Bas Yeh Jaapa Hai Fikar Karein Fukarey

I honestly have no idea where I found this one, but it is so incredibly catchy. I know that it was around the time I was shazaming basically every single song they played on Ms Marvel, but honestly I’m just not sure. It is a really good song though. xxxvi. around the world || a touch of class just la la la la la, it goes around the world just la la la la la, it's all around the world

I have no idea about this one either. I feel like I may have gotten it stuck in my head when I was making the wedding playlist? Or it could have been a Tiktok, but I think the playlist is more likely. Great song! Been an earworm for months now. xxxvii. pink venom || black pink 자, 오늘 밤이야, 난 독을 품은 꽃 네 혼을 빼앗은 다음, look what you made us do Fanvid! Also catchy! xxxviii. teenage dirtbag || wheatus 'cause i'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby yeah, i'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby listen to iron maiden, baby, with me, ooh

Hahaha, I did the thing. It does not help that this song will now forever make me think of Eddie/Chrissy. xxxix. i’m good (blue) || david guetta i'm good, yeah, i'm feelin' alright baby, i'ma have the best fuckin' night of my life A secret - I actually think that I like this song more than the original now. It’s a problem. This is also one of my go-to’s on my driving playlist now. xl. talking to yourself || carly rae jepson so tell me, what you got on your mind? what you got on your mind?

Carly! I also got more Carly this year. xli. 我还记得那天 — shen yicheng 这世界总会有人欢笑有人哭红眼在历经过千山万水的 Ahhhhh, Love Between Fairy and Devil! It was such a good show! Definitely a fair amount of second hand embarrassment, but over all, it was one of the best things I’ve watched this year. Loved the dynamic between all of the characters. xlii. voidfish || rachel rose mitchell *instrumental*

This was on my top 25 last year and it’s on it again this year because it is just such a beautiful and relaxing song to listen to. I still get shivers when I think about the words “there’s music in a bard’s song.” xliii. glue || fickle friends your cheeks are so warm and mine are glowing too yeah, i can feel our lips like glue

This song came on after Florence left the stage while everyone was trying to get out of the stadium and I basically immediately shazamed it. It’s so poppy and catchy, and basically immediately reminded me of Carly. xliv. it’s alright || mother mother it's alright, it's okay, it's alright, it's okay you're not a monster, just a human

This song. I cannot say “it’s catchy” because I’ve said that about at least ten songs now, but it’s so catchy and just generally makes me feel like it might okay. xlv. wind blow — bone thugs-n-harmony and if, you don't love me now you will never love me again This is such a good freaking mashup! The energy! A friend introduced this to me a couple months ago and I’ve been blaring it in my car ever since. Also shout out to Call Me a Hole which is tragically not on spotify, but IS singlehandedly the best mashup I’ve ever heard. xlvi. 回到山沟沟 || DJ何鹏版男:翻过山头还是那山头哎我的村村就在这山背后 This came across my dashboard and it made me feel good things about being a human. xlvii. insane || black gryph0n haven't been the same since I expired doesn't mean that I plan to retire and now I have the power to bathe all of you in entertaining fire!

I fell into a Tiktok hole! This song got stuck in my head for nearly the entirety of a six hour tattoo session and has been reoccurring ever since. xlviii. bloody mary || lady gaga i'll dance, dance, dance with my hands, hands, hands above my head, head, head

Tiktok hole! Also, Wednesday Addams. This, alas, is my current earworm. xlix. enter hallownest || christopher larkin *instrumental*

We played Hollow Knight! It was fantastic and we still haven’t technically beaten it. The soundtrack has now become my go-to for writing or if I need to calm myself down. Greenpath should also be on here, but I was dumb. l. unholy || sam smith mummy don't know daddy's getting hot at the body shop, doing something unholy

More of the Tik Tok hole. Lots of thirst traps. Actually a relatively sexy song.

#heather says what #fanmixes #2022 #year in review #year in music #new year's memes #music makes the world go round

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ryteu · 11 months

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Wanderings

It feels as though a reckless dream to hope

That joyful good might outlast wretched fear

When shaken even by the slightest wind

Or lost within a darkling, endless wood,

So far removed from the light of the stars,

‘Mid swirling shadows, voids devoid of content;

II.

Yet still remain those means to be content.

Where reason fails, faith rises now to hope

Sustain, by which we trust the shining stars

Remain that form a foil for tears of fear,

Refracting hidden lights to bright the wood

And shine a path to safely wend and wind,

III.

Through which the thicket we traverse like wind.

Among soft-lit leaves again, mind content

With sight of friendly and familiar wood,

It feels less like a reckless dream to hope

That joyful good might outlast wretched fear

And mark our place among the shining stars.

IV.

What wondrous points of light, those guiding stars!

Who at each eve begin again to wind

And whirl their course with no semblance of fear;

That fill both heart and mind with sweetest content,

Enough to nurture nervous, budding hope

Into a new, dark-clustered growth of wood.

In time, those fresh, green boughs of this young wood

Will weave a weathered window ‘round the stars,

Through which they’ll ever climb, inspired to hope

Their golden crowns may with the wand’ring wind

Ascend, fly afar, and sow soft content

In far-off hearts yet fettered, frayed with fear.

VI.

Toward now whatever end, there is no fear

To mar the way; wind waltzes through the wood,

Whistling a tune to make my soul content,

As I sit gazing on the storied stars.

That wayward, wand’ring whistle of the wind,

Through strange place, wailful fate, carries the hope

VII.

That has for me far-off so often shone

Like distant stars, or these little fireflies,

Who now delight my eyes by happenstance.

How many twinkling lights now make the skies

Seem turned from night, and summon forth by chance

The Dawn from the old love she calls her own!

VIII.

I linger ‘til left once more on my own,

My mind made calm by marvels just now shown

To me through little more than fateful chance.

But now I must depart from my fireflies

And wander through a wood with absent skies,

Subject to the strange whims of happenstance.

IX.

And so, driven on by pure happenstance

Along dark roads, I dig for faults to own

While tracing shadows o’er the empty skies,

Convinced that, through such gloom, I shall be shown

The gentle, living lights of the fireflies,

As through cold Fortune wielded sin, not chance.

I wander as I ponder every chance

I missed, wasted, ignored by happenstance;

Consumed thus, I miss more guiding fireflies,

Who wait some time, then vanish down their own

Bright way. Alone, at length, I think there shone

A flash which set me back beneath the skies;

XI.

Miraculous, yet unfamiliar skies!

Was it some act of fate, or happy chance

That I should wander to where now I’m shown

A wonder? Is it truly happenstance?

Such serene lights o’er slow waves none may own;

Here seems no difference ‘tween stars and fireflies.

XII.

So, I’ll take some time to watch the fireflies,

Calm waters, and stars swirling through the skies.

For in their presence, I’m not on my own,

Despite most wicked blows brought on by chance;

There is not one unhappy happenstance

That can undo the beauty I’ve been shown.

XIII.

‘Neath skies of wind or wood while on my own,

No fear now shown of happenstance or chance;

The hope for fireflies or stars gives me content.

#ry rhymes #this one took me most of today #don't tell my boss that part. pretty please.#I was very distracted #see what you think #it's the first one in a few that I'm pretty happy with #edit: made a few small changes #I might keep reposting this one every so often as I work through revisions #which is better than the alternative of not posting poetry anymore #and I had to do some reformatting because tumblr mobile hates poetry I guess

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imagine-writerz · 4 years

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Cold Handed Crew (Richard Madden X Reader)

Hey love! I saw you taking request so here I am. Mr Madden is on my mind recently so I was thinking the reader is a coworker of his, having his eyes on her for a while. So reader is going through some rough time with one of the cast member, some kind of harassing going on or something, and Richard catches on with these happenings. I know it's angsty, but it can end with good old fluff 🤷🏽‍♀️😁 thanks love - @badasseddy

So the reader is a makeup artist (Richard’s for The Bodyguard.)! Also the Coworker will be called Tom (cause i don’t want to use a real actor!) All in your pov. (used They/Them)

TW: SEXUAL ASSAULT/HARASSMENT, and alcohol.

Sitting in the blazing sun for hours a day wasn’t considered fun, but then again neither was today. Today I would have loved the heat or the sun burning everyone’s skin. But instead we were left with the rain and snow-like slush. Filming in a city meant everyone also had to deal with the wind blowing in the valley between sky-scrapers. The one enjoyable part of today is the heat I feel while reapplying Richard’s makeup. He always comments on how cold my hands are against his skin, but what can he expect when I’ve been stuck sitting in the cold for hours.

Richard came back to get fake blood added to the already layered on blood. He silently sits in his chair as I pull out my jug of false blood. I start talking as I open it, “Is this your last scene for today?”

“Yeah, after this a couple of the crew members were planning to go get a beer or two and talk. Would you like to join?” He asked, with his smooth-smooth accent, I almost dropped my brush onto his costume as I turned to paint on his face.

“I would love to, if that isn’t any trouble?” I said after I controlled my inner freak out. Finally doing my job as he speaks again.

“It would be no- AH Why are your hands so cold?” He began to shrink away from my icy grasps.

“Sorry, but the faster we apply this the faster you can get away from my oh-so cold hands.” I said, finishing as quick as possible. When I finished, Richard reached for my hands wrapping his own around them.

“I have a few minutes until I have to get back, lets get you warmed up. I think i have some hand warmers in my trailer.” Richard pulled me outside to his trailer, where he left me to wait. He exited three minutes later, with hand warmers and his jacket. “Here you go”

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do that!” I say trying my best not to blush at this attractive and kind man. He wrapped the jacket around me and activated the warmers, but Tom, his co-star, called out.

“Richard, the scene is starting soon!!!” This caused Richard and I to both run to the set. Leaving our close moment together behind.

Tom always seemed to be out to stop any interaction between Richard and I. Something about him creeps me out, his eyes were naturally sunken in and his smile just gave me bad shivers. Any chance he could get he would touch me or talk to me, nothing to serious. Just causes an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach.

“So Y/N, would you care to get drinks with me after work? The others will be there but we can always sneak off...” Tom attempted to flirt with me, throwing a off-putting wink at the end.

“I’m going with Richard, he already invited me. Err sorry...” I said, trying to put some distance between the two of us.

“Well maybe after you would like to come to my place to have some tea?” He didn’t get the hint, moving closer.

“I actually can’t, sorry...” I said moving to sit in Richard’s seat to show I was done with the conversation, “I’ll see you at the bar though.”

Tom got obviously angry and stormed off to shoot a scene. Richard was already waiting in position and chatting with one of the director.

The rest of the day sped by, until Richard came back to the makeup department in hopes of getting the makeup off quickly. He had already changed into his usual jeans and tight white v-neck. As he sat down, I went to find some makeup remover.

“Since we are still here, would you like a ride to the bar?” Richard offered with a small smile. I pull off my or his, jacket and placed it next to him as I begin to remove the cap.

“I would love that.” I say, as I poured a generous amount of the remover on a rag. I approached his face slowly, “This might be cold...”

“The hand warmers didn’t work?” Richard asks as I started removing the makeup.

“They worked for a while but my hands just always end up cold.” I gently scrubbed the makeup away leaving the actor bare-face.

“Ah okay...” He trailed off in thought, “Have you finished?”

“Yes, would you like to head out or do you have anything left to do?” I answered quickly.

“Let’s head out.” Richard stood up, grabbing the jacket. Walking towards the door opening it for me, and offering his hand as I walk down the steps.

“Thank you!”

He offered his arm as we walked to his car, obviously I took it. When arriving to his car, he opened the door and closed it behind me like a gentleman. Most of the drive was silent, but with every turn his muscles flex causing me to almost pass out. When we parked, he stepped out of the car and I moved to open the door, but he pulled it open and offered his hand to help me out of the vehicle.

“The pub is just round the corner, are you ready?” He says, as we stop on the side walk.

“I suppose...” I cringed at how bland I sounded, and Richard’s now arched brow, “I’m just not ready to see Tom again... He got upset last time we spoke..”

“Don’t worry, he’s probably already over it” He sounded unsure, and hesitant. With that we both start walking quietly to the pub. As we enter we see the Tom and the other crew members. Tom started waving wildly at me. Richard places his hand on my back to help guide me through the crowded pub.

“Hey! How are you guys?” Richard asked as we arrive, not removing his hand.

“We are okay. What took you two so long?” Tom asked not removing his gaze from Richard’s hand.

“Y/N was kind enough to help me with all of my makeup.” Richard had a small smirk.

“How about we go get some drinks, does everyone just want beers?” I offered, starting to walk to the bar after everyone hooted and hollered.

“I’m gonna go help her, I’m sure they will need help carrying all the drinks.” Tom got up, slipping through the crowd like a predator through jungle brush. When he reached me, he said, “So you let Dick over there drive you but not me?”

“He doesn’t like that nickname and he was there when I finished work and offered.” I said trying to avoid a fight.

“Ahh, so if anyone offers you’ll give them a ride?” He tries to slip a hand onto my waist, in return I try to shrink away. Luckily the bartender appeared with our drinks.

“Here are you beers, 8 in total.” The tender looked at the two of us with a questioning look but going back to work shortly after. Grabbing four of the drinks, I rush back to the table. Placing two for whomever wants them and giving one to Richard.

“Thank you Love.” He says as he takes a sip. He gently help one of my obviously shaking hands and asks, “Are you cold again?”

“Oh, um only a little. Your hand are really warm.” I said clinging to his hands, when Tom arrives at the table with the other four, looking sour.

“Here.” Tom says as he aggressively places the bottles down. Then sliding in next to me, drinking half of his drink. “I guess I was right.”

“No...” I whisper to him, that doesn’t stops him from placing his hand on my thigh. I try to shake him off, unsuccessfully.

“Shhh...” His hand starts moving up my thigh. With every inch he moves up, my grip on Rich tightens. This obviously caused Richard to look at me, the fear in my eyes caused him to look for what was wrong. Only to land on Tom’s Hand.

“What the F***, What is wrong with you man?!?” Richard burst at Tom, causing everyone to look at the three of us.

“Nothing, I was just showing them a real man.” Tom sneers.

“Get your hands off her and get up!” Richard slide past me, grabbing Tom by his collar. He wanted to damage this boy so badly, but stopped himself. He looked back at me, I was almost in tears.

“Y/N let’s get you home...” Richard let Tom down, and moved towards you to walk you out of the building, away from this man.

When in the car, I finally spoke, “I’m sorry”.

“Oh Love, you have done nothing wrong. Let’s get you home so you can take a nice bath and after that how about we put on some happy, and nice movies.” He said as he put my address into GPS. “Does that sound nice?”

“You’ll stay with me?” I ask looking at his blue eyes.

“If that makes you feel safe, I will.” He said.

“You always make me feel safe...” I let out after a long silence.

When we arrived he opened the car door and helped me into the house. He led me to the shower and grabbed a pair of comfy clothing. When I was out of the shower and all dress, he had ordered take-out food and set up a small cuddle fort. A Disney movie was in and ready to play on my word.

“Hey love, are you feeling better?” I find my actor, in a pair of sweats that were in his bag all the time.

“A little, thank you.”

“I would do anything for you...” He said, this was the way he said ‘I love you’. He gently moved us both to the couch. and started to the movie.

The entire night was him saying I love you, without words.

But after we finished eating and were cuddled into each other he finally said, “I love you, Cold hands and all.”

He loved me the entire time, i just couldn’t see it before.

#richard madden x y/n #richard madden imagine #richard madden x reader #richard madden #imagines #got imagine #game of thrones #robb stark

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soulfullofold · 2 years

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Punches and kills Tumblr for eating my ask. Let's try again! Thuja! Ahku! And Denora!

(drags out my huge jukebox a second time!!!!)

🌻Ahku - Hideaway by Jacob Collier

I know whichever way the wind may blow there will be a place for me to go in my hideaway

let me feel the sky and feel the moon let me sing an honest tune to my hideaway trusting wherever I go wandering I’ll find a home in everything in my hideaway

an oldie but goodie from her playlist! I was trying to think of some songs that I think of Just Ahku when I listen to them, and this one has been always one of my favorites for that. I like to imagine her going about her daily rounds to it.

🌊 thuja - Redwood Tree by Jamie Drake

you can almost hear the notes just falling reverberating through that old rosewood

kinda like just swinging without* music kinda like we're dancing in the breeze kinda want to stay here forever kinda like a big redwood tree

*using my misheard lyrics because i like them better lol! this was hard for thuja since almost all of her playlist is instrumental since i just imagine her communicating that way instead of with words! but this is a lyrics-heavy song that makes me think of her ;v;

🔥 Denora - Coldest Colorado by John Craigie

or the coldest Colorado, or the hottest Louisi-Ann or the driest Mojave, I will write you when I can every songbird sings its tune, as it chases the waning moon and I can’t follow something that does not move

not my typical pick for Miss Walker by a longshot but. I tried to mix it up and find a song that made it onto her playlist solely because of a section of lyrics. potent memory of me singing these in the passenger seat of my friend's car heading back from the coast and getting choked up!!

#asked and answered #pinyonrice #ask box meme response #ahku #thuja #denora walker #k.txt #thank you for the ask and then thanks again for resending it!!#took me so long to answer bc i got lost in ora's playlist sauce and ... might have storyboarded ANOTHER amv dw about it

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emonaculate · 3 years

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Swindle (I)

❥ AU: Modern!Mafia AU

❥ Genre: Future Smut / Angst / minor Violence

❥ Rating: 16+

❥ Pairing: Eren Yeager x Black!Reader

❥ Word Count: 1.9K

❥ Warnings Include: Domestic abuse, Profanity, Mentions of Rape, Murder, Violence, Corruption

Summary: Y/n L/n has been a world-renowned detective-turned-lawyer who has never lost a case, well that is until the criminal she is going up against, the notorious Eren Yeager, a man who just so happens to run one of the most dangerous mafia clans known to mankind, the Yaegerists. Will Y/n manage to beat this case too or will she fall to Yeager's charm and power?

Once her black heels connected with outside concrete, Y/n felt the flashing light of paparazzi taking her picture obsessively. She held onto her file folder and walked urgently into the federal courthouse. Y/n pushed her shades up, smoothed out her white button-down blouse and her black pencil skirt before entering the courtroom to see the jury and judge already being seated.

"I guess it's time to get this show on the road." She spoke to herself as she made her way to her seat.

Y/n sat down and checked the watch on her wrist, seeing that defendant was late. Her glossed lips remained in a respectful smile as she waited for the trial to begin. This case meant a little bit more to her than the usual ones; countless women and men have been going missing only to turn up dead or worse. While there was no real evidence of what was happening to them, all the data and clues lead back to international playboy Eren Yeager. Just his name alone carried enough weight that no one else from her firm even wanted to take the case.

The dark-skinned woman opened up her file case and looked over photos and evidence gather by the incompetent police force, she had a hunch that they were well aware of Yeager's ties to the crimes but had been paid off. No matter though, Y/n took down others with even less evidence, this was going to be a breeze. A light gleamed in her dark brown eyes as her smile grew wider, she had found the perfect loophole to get him before the trial even began.

"All rise!" She heard a loud voice announce meaning the trial had finally begun.

Y/n looked up, stood, and turned her head to see the nonchalant Eren Yeager leaning back in his seat, he didn't even look prepared to go to court. His long brunette hair was pulled up into a horrible-looking man-bun, the white button he wore was untucked and slightly wrinkled, pink lipstick marks littered his neck and Y/n couldn't help but roll her eyes in annoyance.

"You may be seated. And now we will commence the trial, Eren Yeager V..."

The woman stood up and moved out of her seat heading to the floor to speak; she walked past the male without a spare glance despite feeling his turquoise eyes greedily take in her form.

"I'd like to call on the defendant to speak. I just a few questions." The smile on her face was as polite as it was sinister.

"Mr. Yeager?" The judge looked at Eren and his lawyer.

"Sure." He shrugged and stood up heading to the floor as well.

Once Eren sat down, Y/n begun throwing her questions at him with the intent of getting him to slip up.

"Mr. Yeager, the first victim I'd like to bring up is your ex-girlfriend. Historia Reiss."

"Oh? You think I killed my ex?" He said slightly amused by her claim.

"Getting to that but first; as you know, all the evidence I have was given to me by Military Police, and it's no secret that evidence mysteriously disappears within their hands. So, I took it upon myself to do research."

"Well aren't you, a good little girl?" Eren hummed as he leaned over the banister.

"There's nothing little about me, however, I do pride myself on being a good girl." Y/n matched his banter whilst remaining professional, there was no way she'd allow him to get under her skin today, after all, she needed to avenge those poor souls.

"Back on topic, You and Miss Historia were a public couple for two months and then you just broke it off correct?"

"Correct. Mutual break up."

"So you had no problem seeing her with your brother just two days afterward? You felt no type of jealousy or anger?"

"I felt nothing at all. She was someone that lived in the moment. One day her favorite color was red, the next it was blue."

"Are you saying that Historia was just a fling?"

"Precisely."

Y/n's smile wavered for a moment and she bit her lip, knowing that what she was going to say next could throw the case from her side. It was risky but given how calm and collected Eren was currently looking, she knew she needed to get the jury antsy or at least stir something in the male to make him break or crack just a little.

"When Miss. Reiss's body was found, did you know she had been sexually assaulted moments before being shot to death? Her autopsy showed signs of struggling."

"..." Eren's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the woman.

"Miss. L/n.." The judge warned cautiously.

"My apologies. I have no further questions." Y/n turned prepared to walk back to her seat.

"I heard. I heard what happened to her. But no I had no part of it." Eren coolly breathed out.

Y/n looked back at him as she sat back down knowing that now it was time to bring out the big guns. She knew that there was no way in hell that he had anything to do with the death of Historia, but it was still a necessary blow to get him to crack and it certainly worked its magic. Even though the crack was no more than a small slither, it was enough for Y/n to slide through.

She took a sip of her water to wet her tongue as she listened to multiple victims' families break down and cry in front of Eren as they questioned the whereabouts of their loved ones' remains. Despite all of that Eren insisted he had no idea or part in any of it. Y/n stood back up prepared for round two, feeling confident enough that she was going to break him.

"As previously stated by others, most of the victims died in the same way and were women. I couldn't help but notice one fact."

"And that might be?" His guard was up, no longer holding onto that flirtatious persona, he had dawned earlier.

"They all rival the murder of your mother Karla Yeager."

And there it was, the mask that his face held came crashing down straight to the floor. Y/n's smile disappeared as well, nothing left but a solemn look as her brown eyes held a serious gaze with his rage-filled turquoise ones.

"My mother?" He sounded pissed and had begun to slightly shake.

"I told you, I did my homework. The autopsy for the late Mrs. Yeager, she was gunned down in midday light and no one saw anything, well know one but you. Am I correct?"

"Miss. L/n." The judge's voice boomed as he stared down at the woman in disbelief.

"Just a moment. Eren when your mother died, you were a young boy. So no one believed you when you protested about the 'titans' that took away your mother. And everyone that has been murdered besides Historia Reiss had a connection to 'Titans', excuse me, I mean the Marleyan Mafia." Y/n concluded not noticing Eren's face morphing into one of complete and utter rage.

"Now I have no further question-"

Y/n's words were cut off by the sound of an explosion, the commotion and debris sending her to the floor. The courtroom door burst open as Y/n began to sit up, the sound of gunshots rang off in her ears.

Screams and cries soon began to follow, Y/n's eyes widened in horror as she watched the body of the judge fall from his bench, blood splattering against the ground and oozing out of the open wound against his split opened head.

Eren stepped down from his stand and moved towards Y/n who shook on the floor. His face calm and collected again, despite the chaos that was raging. He gripped Y/n's arm harshly and tugged her up off the ground despite her struggle and stumbling.

"Drop the act, Y/n. The majority of the section has been cleared out." He finally said.

With his words, Y/n stood up straight as a smile formed on her face as she shoved him away from her.

"About time. I don't think I could sit through any more sob stories."

"That was a low blow about my mother, don't think you're getting off easy." He frowned gripping her wrist again.

"Oh? I did what I had to do. But consider it payback for all the other dirty work, I've had to do for you."

"You like getting dirty for me." His hand trailed up to her face as he squeezed her jaw tightly.

"Not when it involves me dealing with those perverted pigs at the station. Now let's go, I'm sure Armin is waiting for us."

She shoved him away again and turned on her heel walking past the fresh corpses toward the back exit that had been cleared completely out, Y/n gave Eren a blank look pausing in her steps.

"You owe me a new pair of shoes by the way."

"You keep giving me attitude and we'll see who owes who," He warned as he pulled out his phone to call Armin. "Blow this shit to hell."

Y/n watched him give commands over the phone and bit her lip, it was making her feel some type of way. God, it had been too long, a year without any real contact to ensure that this latest plan would work. Most of the jury had been people with ties to the Marleyan gang that Eren had been plotting to take out. The only way to get so many of them in one place was to have a trial and make it look as if it was certain Eren was going to jail.

"You know that if you come with me, you'll be a wanted woman." Eren voiced having hung up on Armin.

"Come on, you going soft on me Yeager? What happened to the only way out is death?"

He walked up to her and placed his forehead on hers silently. Y/n knew what he was trying to say, he had a superstition that if he admitted he loved her vocally, she would wind up dying just like everyone else he loved.

"I'm not leaving you. Now let's go before we get blown the fuck up." She mumbled softly as she pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

He laughed and held onto her hand as she made her way to the car that had been planted for them to escape in. The model was an old and retro mustang with a classy red paint job.

"Connie?" Y/n questioned as she slipped into the car.

"He thought it would look badass if we drove away from an exploding building with a mustang." Eren rolled his eyes whilst getting in as well as revving the engine.

"I gotta admit, it does sound hot."

Eren rolled his eyes and began to count down from ten, continuously revving the engine waiting for the explosions to begin. Y/n leaned back in her seat with a crazed smile on her face, the thrill of living life on the edge was getting to her again. Out of nowhere, the planted bombs began to go off one by one. Eren stepped on the gas and sped away from the sounds, the car jumping and bouncing from the debris of the explosions hitting against the car. Y/n held onto her seatbelt and laughed whole-heartedly as she looked at her boyfriend whose eyes were trained on the road, and that's when she knew she meant what she said.

She would follow him until the day she died.

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harrysgloves · 4 years

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Let Your Hair Down (chapter v)

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word count: 3,128

story summary: Harry gets more than he bargains for when he falls not only for you but your little girl as well.

chapter summary: Harry crashes your and your daughters girls night.

warnings: Language and FINALLY THE SMUTTY THINGS okay not actual smut yet but it’s leading up to it. We got hot and heavy making out, daddy kink, choking, spanking.. you know all the goods.

a/n: Okay so the smut is being put in another chapter, don’t murder me for that! It’s my first time writing smut so it’s taking a bit longer than I thought it would.. anyways let me know if you like the chapter! xx

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The workweek was a long and exhausting one but it definitely had its good moments. Like Harry stopping in twice to surprise you with a coffee. Something you weren't at all used to but thought was adorable as he stood awkwardly by the desk both times, looking so out of place but trying his hardest to impress you. He even took you out on your lunch break once and you hated to admit how well you two actually seemed to click and even though a month ago you were so sure you could never be with him, you felt a part of your walls start to break down the more time you spent together.

And you actually started to wonder if maybe you should give him a chance.

But now it was Friday night and couldn't have been more excited to slip on your sleep shorts and your old shirt from high school. It was a tradition in your house since the divorce to spend every Friday night with Thea, having a girls' night. Which meant pizza, Disney movies, board games, nail polish, and your favorite part; a pile of pillows in blankets in the middle of the living room where you two would curl up and cuddle before bed.

Thea was already in her own set of Princess Ariel PJs. She sat in front of the DVD cabinet, trying to find the movie she wanted to watch while you guys ate when there was a knock at your door. You quickly made your way for it, tying your hair up in a messy bun as you walked.

"Thea go find my wallet please." You said as you walked through the living room. Thea jumped at the opportunity to help you out whenever she could and made her way for your purse when you threw the front door open.

The smiling, charming, green-eyed guy in front of you was definitely not the pizza man and you couldn't help but smile at his own set of sweats he was wearing. He definitely had his pjs on and you had a sneaking suspicion that Thea had invited him since he had his guitar with him in one hand and a box of pizza in the other.

"Stopped the pizza guy on the way up." He said nodding towards the box in his hand and you couldn't do anything else but smile at him. You had no idea how someone could be so sweet.

"Was told I had to wear pjs if I wanted to come over. Oh, and I have to play her song for her before bed." He smiled as you stepped sideways and held the door open for him. That child of yours was just as sneaky as her Aunt Sarah.

"Thea!" You sang out and she rounded the corner, sliding in her socks on the hardwood floor when she stopped.

"HARRY! You came! You came!" She yelled excitedly, abandoning your wallet on the counter as she took off and hugged Harry around the legs. A small 'umpf' coming from him when she almost knocked him over.

"Thea," You said, pulling her attention back to you as you shot her your mom look. "You gotta tell me when you invite people over."

"But momma," She sighed, not letting go of Harry's legs. "It's just Harry and he promised to let me practice painting his nails at Uncle Mitch's." She pouted and if you weren't so good at ignoring it you would have easily let it slide. Your quirked your eyebrow at her, not wanting to let this go but not wanting to get into it with her in front of Harry.

"Sweetheart, your mum's right." Harry said as he leaned down to her height to talk to her, completely catching you off guard. Most people never agreed with you when you disciplined her in front of them.

"You should have asked before telling me to come here. Gotta promise you won't do that again."

"Promise." She said in a dramatically sad voice.

"Good now if you're momma says it's fine, I'll stay." He smiled as he looked up to you and Thea turned around with a big pout on her face. Her hands clapped together in a pleading way and her big lip out.

"Pleeeeease?" They both asked at the same exact time and you knew you couldn't say no even if you wanted to. They were just too cute.

"Okay you can crash girls night." You said taking the pizza from Harry's hand and sitting it down in the living room as Thea squealed, happy you let him stay. She pulled him over to the movie cabinet and had him pick out his favorite Disney movie. Insisting he get to pick it since he's the guest.

You pulled out the paper plates and napkins from the kitchen and walked back into the living room as Thea popped in the Little Mermaid into the DVD player. You smiled over to Harry, not sure if he picked it cause it was actually his favorite or if it was because he noticed Ariel on Thea's PJs. Either way it was cute.

You leaned back against the couch when you sat on the floor. Harry sat beside you, doing the same until Thea moved directly in between you two, wiggling her butt to make more room. You laughed a little as Harry looked over her to you and you shrugged your shoulders.

The movie played and you all ate pizza and then moved onto board games and eventually nail painting.

"You should have let momma paint them for you." Thea sighed as she accidentally painted the top of Harry's whole finger instead of just his nail. You looked up from painting your own nails to look at the damage done but smiled down at her.

"You just gotta wipe it off with a paper towel. You're doing a great job." You encouraged her to keep going after showing her how to wipe the messed up part of the nail polish off.

"Are your nails going to match mine?" Harry asked as he looked up towards her, while she stayed hyper-focused on painting Harry's nails, her tongue poked out of her mouth every so often as she tried her best to paint straight.

"But I can't paint my own nails good yet." She said, never taking her eyes off what she was doing.

"Well, I can paint them for you." Harry said as Thea finished his last nail. They definitely weren't the best but she did a good job for her first time. She pushed the bottle of nail polish toward him and laid her hands flat over the towel you had laying down on the floor to catch any fallout.

"Okay, we can match." She smiled as Harry got to work painting her tiny nails the teal color Thea had picked out for Harry. You smiled down at your own nails, trying your best to hide how happy you were right now. You never imagined yourself in this situation but as you sat with both of them it felt weirdly… natural.

After everyone's nails dried and Harry sang Thea her song, it was time for her to go to bed. Luckily, she was easy to put down and was out in less than 15 minutes. You quietly closed her bedroom door behind you as you walked out to the living room but stopped in your tracks. Harry had picked up everything from the night for you.

"You didn't have to do that." You said but still smiled. It was amazing to not have to worry about cleaning up when you were so ready to wind down and relax.

"Wanted to." He said, patting the spot on the couch next to him, some reality tv show playing gently in the background.

"Hold on." You walked over to the kitchen and took down two wine glasses and pulled out a bottle of wine, opening it before walking back into the living room. If you were going to have a full girls' night with him, he had to have the full experience.

"Once she's asleep I usually finish off girls night with a drink and paperwork." You sat down the glasses on the coffee table that was now moved back into its proper spot. You poured you both a glass and set the bottle down. Picking up your glass and plopping down on the couch with a sigh.

Harry quickly picked up his own glass and sat back draping his other arm around the back of the couch, directly behind you. You took a big drink from your cup as his eyes scanned your whole apartment and finally settled on the record collection you had sitting out.

"Got anything good?" He asked taking a sip from his own glass and nodded towards the records.

"Got Fine Line if that's what you meant." You teased and he barked out a laugh.

"I meant other than that." He said getting up to go through the album's but he didn't get very far through it before he pulled out your Up All Night album.

"Always knew you were a fan." He laughed silently as you sat more embarrassed than you thought was ever possible.

"Shut it Harold. I was a proud Louis girl." You snapped back causing him to whip around and glare at you.

"Wow, love, know how to go right for the low blows." He tsked as he put the album back and pulled out a Fleetwood Mac one and placed it on your record player, making sure the volume was down before placing the needle on it.

"Never claimed to be nice." You said biting your lip to stop the grin from breaking out across your face at his slightly annoyed look.

"Can't wait to tell Lou I'm chasing after someone who wants him more." He sat back down on the couch in his previous position but you snuggled up slightly closer to him. Your knees pulled to your chest but you leaned your side in close to him as you took another drink from your glass.

"God, don't tell him that!" You shrieked at the thought as you sat down your now empty glass on the table beside Harry's mostly full one.

"Afraid he won't want to be your boyfriend after that?" He grinned noticing you had gotten flustered as he leaned closer to you and tickled your sides.

"Harry!" You said pushing his hands away from you quickly as you laughed and he joined in.

"Come on, love, tell me who else is on your celebrity top 5." He said, still tickling you as you tried hard to get away. You started to stand up but he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you back down to the couch.

"No way am I telling you that!" You said through giggles, trying to wiggle your way away from him as he straddled your waist to keep your legs from kicking him. Hovering completely over you to keep tickling your sides.

"I'm not stopping till you tell me."

"Okay! Okay!" You squealed pushing his hands down and he immediately stopped tickling you, and rested both of them on either side of your head.

"God, this is stupid, you better not tell anyone. Especially Mitch." You said jabbing your finger at his chest.

"Promise. Now tell me or I'll start again." He said threateningly and you immediately covered your face and let out a groan.

"Luke Hemmings, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Matt Schultz…" you rambled quickly into your hands. You knew he could still hear you by his laughing.

"Hemmings? Really?" He asked pulling your hands down to see your face.

"Hey! Don't talk shit." You started at him, trying to defend your boy.

"'M not. Just surprised. Who's the last one?" He asked as he laid his hands back by your head. You immediately covered your face again but he nudged your hands with his nose, trying to get you to tell him.

"No, it's too embarrassing." You said not budging your hands.

"Y/N, come on." You could hear the smile in his voice and wanted to throat punch him. Smug bastard. You refused and you didn't speak one word. Which meant he started tickling you again.

"GORDON RAMSAY OKAY?" You yelled as you grabbed his hands and pulled them in front of you.

"Wat?" He said laughing so hard the word barely came out.

"I know but listen, he'd make the best after sex food and a girl's gotta eat!" You clamped your hands back over your heated face and Harry literally shook with laughter.

"I didn't beat out Gordon Ramsay in your list?" He asked, still laughing.

"Hey! You're not a Michelin star chef!" You said getting defensive over your list.

"Yeah but he's old enough to be your dad."

"Oh, so we're kink-shaming now?" You quirked your eyebrow, teasing Harry but the sharp breath he drew in, let you know you hit a nerve. Oh. So he was into that.

A big smug grin made its way across your face as you looked up to him with your big doe eyes. Your brain already coming up with a thousand ways to tease him back after he embarrassed the hell out of you. You gripped onto his wrist tighter and pulled him down towards you, his green eyes widening at your sudden movement.

"What's wrong Harry?" You asked in the sweetest softest voice you could put on. "You wanna be my daddy?"

"Stop." He whined and buried his face into your shoulder but you weren't having any of that. Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was the fact your hormones were raging any time he was remotely near you that made you throw common sense right out the damn window.

"Why daddy? You don't like it?" You whispered directly in his ear, biting the side of his neck as you pushed your hips up into his.

He pulled his hand free from your grasp and placed it over your neck, squeezing the side of it. His eyes were completely lust blown and you were proud of yourself for getting this type of reaction from him but when his lips slammed on yours all thoughts of payback left your mind.

He was ferocious with his kiss, demanding. His lips were everything you had been dreaming about and as his tongue traced the bottom of your lip you didn't hesitate once to open for him. Moaning softly as his tongue seemed to move perfectly in sync with your own.

He pulled back from the kiss. Looking shocked that he had done it and quickly removed his hand from your neck but as your chest heaved up and down, you didn't want him to stop. You lifted your face up and captured his lips again.

This time it was his time to surprise you as he lifted you up from the couch and moved to sit with you straddle him. You couldn't help the involuntary rotation of your hips as you got settled on top of him. His hands immediately went to your messy bun, taking the hair tie out of it and throwing it somewhere in the room. His fingers laced into the back of your hair as he pulled you back down to him for an earth-shattering kiss.

Your hands rest on his chest as your lips moved so well together you couldn't help the small moans that left you. You were trying your hardest to not grind against him again but the electricity he was shooting down your spine with just a simple kiss was driving you insane, especially when he took your bottom lip between his perfect teeth, biting it lightly. Tired of his teasing you sat back down on him, moving your hips back and forth to get any type of relief you could. When you felt his growing bulge, you couldn't help but smirk.

"Got a roll of quarters in there?" You leaned back slightly from him, resting your forehead against his own. His hands ran from your hair all the way down your back and thighs, coming back up to rest on your ass before he gave you a harsh spank through the thin fabric of your sleep shorts. His hands went back to your waist, digging in tightly, as he pushed your hips down onto him again.

"Who said you could stop, love?" He questioned as your head fell forward into his neck as you tried to hide your moan.

"Fuck." You whimpered as his erection dragged across your clothed clit. You wanted so much more, needed it. You moved your lips to his neck kissing softly up to his ear.

"Bedroom?" You whispered to him as he kept your hips rotating around him. Your underwear were about to be completely soaked through and if he wasn't going to get you off you would gladly kick him out and finish the job yourself.

He groaned the second the word left your mouth. Your lips ghosting over his ear so he was able to hear every small breathy moan he was dragging out of you.

"Dirty girl." He said spanking your ass again, his rings biting into your skin, and he quickly rubbed his large hand over the place that you were sure was turning red.

"You got no idea." You whimpered softly at the feeling of his hand soothing the sore skin of your bum. It had been so long since you'd gotten laid. Sex stopped way before your divorce was finalized and you hadn't been with anyone else since. You weren't sure how much teasing you could take. You needed him, now.

"You're killin' me." He groaned laying his head back on the couch and pulled you back from his shoulder to look at him. He already looked like a complete mess, making you feel better for not being the only desperate one in this situation.

"Y'sure about this?" He asked, gently brushing back the few strands of hair that fell across your face. You didn't want to sit and debate over all the thoughts going through your head about if this was a good idea or not. You simply nodded your agreement but he wasn't having it, his large hand moved from your hair to your jaw, immediately getting your attention, and drawing a whimper from you. If you knew he was going to be this dominating you would have decided to do this a long time ago.

"Need to hear you say it darling." His grip was still on your jaw.

"Please daddy." You moaned, laying on his shoulder as your nails dug into his chest over his shirt. "Please fuck me."

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starsallalight · 7 months

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Open to family, ships, or mutuals

"I'm not made of stone. Just because I try to be brave, it doesn't mean I don't know hurt or fear."

#➳ 𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑠 & 𝑠𝑎𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒 ➳ ; 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑦 ; ❨tales❩#V; Pale Morning Sings #V; Old Old Winds Blowing Back Round #V; A Children's Tale #V; Night Explodes In Laughter #Open

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moretreasurewithinarchive · 2 years

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"Of these cut-throat busted sunsets, these cold and damp white mornings, I have grown weary."

Open to ships or mutuals

#The Faithful {Muse; Lucy Pevensie}#V; Old Old Winds Blowing Back Round #V; Sing A Song For You #V; A Children’s Tale #V; Night Explodes In Laughter #Open

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Maybe You're My Enemy (Diamond Chaney) - Ortega

a/n: hey, hi, hello! welcome to the first canon compliant thing i have written since 2017, i am *~ petrified! ~* . i had to write something to fix these two though after the events of episode 8 because i just love them dearly (and the fact in the subsequent episode Lawrence just dropped in the fact they’d shared a bed didn’t help this at all). thank you so much to @purecamp for reading it over and reassuring me it’s not a heap of shit (so if it turns out that it is then just blame her xo). also the song it’s set to is enemy by Charli XCX in case u want to get the immersive vibes!

fic summary: On one side of Scotland, Lawrence disappears from social media. On the other, Ellie reflects.

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They say, “Keep your friends close”

But you’re closer, I love when you’re here

I’m so far away sometimes, I’m distant, yeah

The sky is grey. The clouds are grey. The stagnant water of the quay is grey, and so’s the metal rail that Ellie’s holding on to as he narrows his eyes, tries to stop the wind from hitting them and making him tear up.

As if the wind would be the only reason.

He brings his gaze into focus on the HMS Unicorn, sat in the water in front of him like some massive whale that’s been planted in a bathtub. It’s a fucking ugly ship; a glorified tugboat on steroids with a big bowsprit sticking out at the front all out of place, but he likes the little bust of the once-white unicorn that sticks out from under it. Ellie remembers getting brought here for a school trip in Primary 3, pointing to the unicorn all excited and getting laughed at by the boys in his class that he knew were going to grow up to be the ones that gave the teachers lip and got suspended in high school.

He remembers that Bryce made up the fact that one of the boys had “said the f word” in the gift shop later that day, just so Ellie could have the satisfaction of watching them get screamed at by their teacher. Ellie still fucking loves him for that.

Ellie thinks the unicorn is out of place in all this grey. He remembers the time he did his unicorn mix when he opened for Willam, how nervous he’d been and messaging Lawrence about it and getting a “this you coming out to me as a furry?” in return which made him laugh and forget why he’d even been nervous in the first place. He can’t help the smile the memory brings to his face even if he wants to.

And he wants to.

Lawrence always could make him smile, get a laugh from him even when he didn’t feel like it. He remembers with a blow to his heart what Lawrence had said on the show- “you’re not terribly funny? Like you don’t have…zinger-y punchlines?” - and how Tia had laughed and Ellie had wanted so much to bite back but didn’t.

Because he always could draw a laugh out of Lawrence. Granted he was usually laughing at him rather than with him, but Ellie could still put a smile on his face by acting dumb, saying things that Lawrence would subsequently repeat in a screech of disbelief that would always make Ellie laugh harder anyway. He’d always self-impose ridiculous dares on himself in front of him: in Hive, “here, what if I did the entire shot rainbow?”, in Nandos, “d’you think I could do the wing roulette by myself?”, in Glasgow on the Subway on the way to a gig, “dare me to get off at Ibrox and I’ll go to the Louden Tavern dressed like this?”. Ellie had been used to being the class clown for Lawrence, the jester for the queen.

Or maybe just a fool.

Ellie’s always hated the colour grey.

You might help me, intimacy

I’ll admit, I’m scared

Maybe, maybe you can reach me, yeah

His surroundings turn to silver as he shoves his hands in his pockets, heads towards the V&A museum that’s still glinting despite the lack of sunlight. He’s stopped by two teenage girls that are polite and shy and squeaky-voiced as they ask for a photo- he supposes that’s what he gets when he goes out wearing the pink and purple fur coat with the hearts on it. Ellie forces a smile and thanks them for supporting him and they tell him he’s their favourite in return.

After they walk away he thinks they must have been lying, but then he feels the frown etch itself onto his face as he shakes his head. The self-doubt is a hangover from filming that he needs to shake off.

He squints at the museum as he walks past, fleetingly thinks about going in and looking at some of the old fashion to cheer him up. A’whora’s promised to go with him when he’s eventually allowed to come up to visit, and Ellie snorts at the idea of the fashion queen of the London scene in Dundee. The thought of A’whora’s reaction to the Wellgate shopping centre- the Credit Union, the B&M, the Jobcentre Plus- puts the first smile on his face he’s had in days.

Lawrence had gone round the museum with him too, when Ellie had dropped him off at the train station the day after a gig and they’d been killing time. It had been weird to just dick about like that together the first few times. Weird the fact there was no makeup, glue and wigs, no alcohol or gay anthems to yell over. Just two boys walking around a museum together. Like a date.

Ellie makes a face before he even realises. Not this.

The first time they did all of it together was weird. Just like everything Lawrence had written. Nandos, cinema, staying at his. That last one especially. Ellie can still remember the way he’d stared up at the bumpy ceiling from his position on Lawrence’s couch in the pitch dark, street lamps from outside casting shadows through the blinds. The room was too cold and the blanket was too small and he hadn’t slept a wink but he’d still do it all over again.

The first time they’d both lain on Lawrence’s bed the morning after the night before, cracking up at Scottish You Laugh You Lose compilations on Youtube and Ellie being unable to help the tears that streamed down his face at Lawrence imitating “big shoe, big shoeeee!”. The way they’d been close and the way their arms had touched and the way Ellie had felt ridiculous for the way his heart was hammering. Just a friend.

The first time they’d found each other under the dark lights of CCs when they’d both been through in Edinburgh to support Alice by chance. The way Ellie’s heart had lit up like a firework when he saw him. The way they’d laced their fingers together without even having to ask permission first, the way everything just seemed to be as simple as tequila rose shots and pink lights and leaning against the wall as they smoked outside.

The way everything else had just happened so easily.

Ellie squeezes his eyes shut before he can realise what he’s doing. The memories have forced their way in, kicked down a door in his head that he’d been sure he’d bolted shut.

He needs to change the locks.

Maybe you’re my enemy

Now I’ve finally let you come a little close to me,

Maybe you’re my enemy

You’re the only one who knows the way I’m really feelin’

Ellie is in the same Stitch onesie he’s been shrugging on since the last episode aired. It stinks. He’s joked to A'whora that he can probably smell him through the phone, and A'whora’s asked if he just sweats out Mango Loco Monster. Ellie makes some joke about wringing out his clothes into a pint glass if he did, which makes A'whora retch on camera.

He’s glad they made up at least. They didn’t have too much of a choice, to be fair. Apart from the way they get on so well, their bond and their friendship, A'whora’s the only other one who knows what it’s like to be in Ellie’s situation.

Except A'whora never stabbed Tayce in the back.

“You should talk to him,” A'whora insists, bringing the whole sorry situation up in a pause where Ellie must have looked as if he was about to make a vodka bleach mixer.

Ellie looks pointedly back at him through the screen. “I’ve been telling you to talk to Tayce for months.”

He watches A'whora pull an awkward face and he’s satisfied he’s hit a nerve. “That’s different though. You and Lawrence don’t live together.”

“Yeah. Least I wasn’t stupid enough to move in with someone I fancied, how’s that going for you?”

A'whora splutters a laugh that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. Ellie feels guilty all over again. He feels like that’s his default these days. “Sorry, chick, I shouldn’t have-”

“No, I mean. It’s fine. Just have to act as if I’m not in love with the bitch every time I’m around her, it’s not hard,” A'whora deadpans.

Ellie frowns. “You know Tayce feels the same. Everyone knows it.”

“No I don’t,” A'whora says instantly back to him, shaking his head and dissolving momentarily into pixels. “Besides, even if she did, like…it’s easier if she didn’t, y'know? All this…publicity, every move getting analysed. It’s easier to just…not.”

Ellie narrows his eyes. “You’re doing a smashing job making the case for me and Lawrence.”

“You know what I mean! You don’t get people asking where Lawrence is in every live you do. You don’t get people going through the show fucking…frame by frame and then editing every time you breathe around each other together and setting it to a bloody Little Mix song.”

Ellie bursts out laughing and starts singing Black Magic down the phone to him, which makes A'whora look pointedly at him before clearly being unable to hold it for long and instead laughing with him.

Both their laughter dies down and Ellie watches as A'whora smiles sadly, sincerely. “He’s worth the risk, Els.”

“Oh my God, prison. Who the fuck are you, Nicholas Sparks?”

The reference flies over A'whora's head and Ellie starts explaining the plot of the A Walk to Remember, steering the conversation out of the waters it had become marooned in, the captain of his very own HMS Unicorn.

He feels more like he’s aboard the Titanic with every message that goes unread.

Now it’s really clear to me

You could do a little damage, you could cut me deeper

“It didn’t get you a badge though, was it worth it?”

Ellie’s asked himself that every day since the episode aired. Since he made the decision, pretty much. Financially? Yes it was. It’s pretty well-known at this point in the grand scheme of Drag Race that with each week you’re on the likelihood of securing more bookings is increased, and now with his slot at Drag Fest he feels as if he’s hit the jackpot.

Everything else? Not so much.

Ellie still feels his stomach drop if he thinks enough about that untucked, which he does all the time. Too much, in fact. The aggression in Lawrence’s voice which Ellie knew all too well was a manifestation of hurt on so many levels. The way Lawrence chose the conflict that Ellie wished he could have avoided. The way Lawrence left his feelings bare while Ellie couldn’t trust himself to do the same in case he said something he might regret.

The fact Lawrence had thought Ellie had set him up to fail was maybe what hurt the most, though. Ellie had wanted to ask him how he thought he’d be able to do that after everything they’d been through together. He’d tried to tell him he didn’t think it was possible for him to fail at something he shines at. He’d wanted to grab Lawrence’s pink fucking headpiece and bash him over the head with it until he realised that he’s Lawrence fucking Chaney, he is the Scottish drag queen. Lawrence is the one who will say something at a gig one week and it’ll be common drag parlance across the country by the next. Lawrence is the one getting booked by the BBC Social to make educational videos. Lawrence is the one on posters across Glasgow, for fuck’s sake.

Ellie might not have been thinking about the worst case scenario in that moment, but only because he genuinely didn’t think there could be one.

After all, he’d had his opportunity to sabotage Lawrence. Ellie remembers the first day when the producers had wanted to set up the Scottish queen rivalry, asked for something shady they could use as a soundbite. The way he’d sought out Lawrence on a smoke break and told him about the situation and reassured him that he hadn’t given them anything, and the way Lawrence had just smiled back at him, softly and genuinely, and told Ellie he’d done the same. The way they’d minutely linked pinkies together before breaking them and walking back inside as if they’d barely shared so much as a glance, neither of them wanting to draw any suspicion their way.

And he could’ve been harsher in that untucked if he’d wanted. Could’ve said how for someone that was meant to care so much about friendship and sisterhood, Lawrence had been doing a great job shitting on him from a great height about his lack of challenge wins and his run on the show.

But he didn’t, because…well. He knows why.

Because the knowledge that he’d hurt Lawrence and lost his trust had done more damage than any joke Lawrence made at his expense could ever do.

Ellie goes live on the Tuesday afternoon. A comment on the chat reads, “are u A’whora and Lawrence still friends???”

“Yeah, me and A’whora are still friends!” Ellie bats the comment away with a fake smile.

He’ll blame his lack of comprehension skills if he’s asked about it.

I feel guilty, I feel nervous, I feel certain now

Maybe, maybe you can reach me

He doesn’t know what possesses him to do it.

Maybe it’s when he wakes up on Friday and Lawrence’s Twitter isn’t loading. Maybe it’s when he reads the other Scottish girls condemning the fans, the word fatphobia leaping out, grabbing Ellie’s heart and wrenching it tight.

Surely not this?

Ellie searches Twitter and what he finds makes him feel ill. He doesn’t know what he had expected- he’d known the frantic tweet urging the fans to be kind that he’d typed out before he went to sleep hadn’t exactly been going to create world peace overnight- but he hadn’t expected any of this. Everyone loves Lawrence, surely.

Although perhaps he’s just talking from experience.

Maybe it’s when he shoots Lawrence a message that goes unopened. In all honesty Ellie doesn’t blame him. A flimsy sentiment about hoping he’s okay that clocks in at under 250 characters isn’t going to cut it, and he’s grateful when Bimini, with all their empathy and ability to read a situation as clear as day, texts him and tells him that Lawrence has replied to them and he’s…well, he’s managing.

Maybe it’s when Ellie goes live with A’whora and he manages to mention Lawrence entirely too many times. A cry for attention or an old habit that’s dying hard? He can’t tell. Perhaps it’s both.

It’s definitely got something to do with the Facebook post.

Whatever it is, Ellie finds himself stuffing any old random items of clothing in a backpack and hoping it makes an outfit, shoving the spare key into the soil of the plant pot outside his front door and texting Anne to tell her where it is in case…fuck knows, the flat goes on fire while he’s away or something. He looks up the train times as he’s on his way to the station; a terrible decision, really, as when he’s still fifteen minutes away he discovers there’s one in ten. Somehow he manages to make it to the station with just a minute to spare and his heart lifts to find that the ticket barriers are open, so he dashes through them and hurtles onto the train that’s waiting at the platform. He catches his breath as he slumps into a table seat, having to take his mask off for a couple of seconds just so he can breathe properly. The way his heart is going at the rate the train’s about to isn’t helping.

The chimes of the train announcement cut through his attempts at slowing his heart down, and the little robotic woman’s voice confirms that his ridiculous, spur-of-the-moment decision is actually happening.

“This is Dundee. This train is for Glasgow Queen Street.”

Because this is all so last minute, but he needs to see Lawrence. He’s apologised probably ten times by now but he knows he needs to make it eleven. He knows (he hopes) that Lawrence needs that eleventh time too. He knows that Lawrence needs Ellie’s persistence, knows that it’s all just an attempt at self-preservation. Lawrence’s attempts at shutting Ellie out are just inviting him to bring a battering ram. At least, he hopes. But like A’whora had said…he’s worth the risk.

The train starts moving, and even if he wanted to back out now he couldn’t.

So cold at the surface, I’m scared of nothin’

Underneath, I’m nervous

Can you reach me?

Ellie waits for the subway at Buchanan Street and his glazed-over eyes focus on a massive poster of Lawrence on the platform opposite. He briefly considers throwing himself under the next train.

The journey down had passed somehow in the blink of an eye and also agonisingly slowly. Too much time to sit and stare out of the window but not enough time to figure out what he’s going to say. He still doesn’t know. He’d said it all those months ago, he’s said it through texts and DMs. This time feels different, though. This time is different. This time there’s no cameras or runners or pink tables, or distance between them or tension at the fact nothing had aired yet.

It’s going to be the pair of them and Lawrence’s flat. Just like it’s been so many times before.

Ellie thinks he’ll probably just open his mouth, say whatever gets there first and hope it hits the right notes; a terrible decision arrived upon as a result of the lack of any other option. His mind is a messed up ball of television static, a knotted yarn of white noise that he can’t find the end of. He feels as if it’s made of the noise the train makes as it screams into the station, metal on metal and the low whoosh of the wind through the tunnel and the rickety shaking of the doors as they slide open and people stream off.

He picks up his bag and sinks down into the horrifically patterned upholstery of the seats, settling himself in for the journey. The little metal tin can of a train doesn’t take long to fire through the seven stops before Govan and with each one that passes Ellie can feel his nerves spiking and his mouth growing dry.

What if Lawrence isn’t even in? What if it’s all got too much and he’s gone back to Helensburgh for the foreseeable? Ellie could get a train up there, he supposes; he’s already on this side of the country, although he doesn’t know if Lawrence would appreciate the gesture or call the police on him.

Ellie concludes it would be worth it anyway.

He emerges from the Subway and the grey seems to hit him all over again, seeping into his clothes and forcing him to fight through the sadness that hits him like a wave. There’s a little beam of sunshine fighting to escape the clouds though, and Ellie hopes it’s some form of pathetic fallacy. Or whatever that one about the weather matching your feelings was. Fucked if he ever paid attention in Nat 5 English.

The streets of red brick tenements feel like pens of hostility as he passes windows that serve as frames for Union Jacks and Red Hand of Ulster flags. Even being raised in a Christian household doesn’t equip him to identify with this form of religion; where the disciples are football players and the gods are flags and the hymns are about killing Catholics. Ellie has always worried about Lawrence living here, told him as much, but he’s always been met with a bark of a laugh back and some comment about how he’s only saying that because he’s lived such a sheltered little life in Dundee and wouldn’t last five minutes trying to inhabit Glasgow and all its cheerful sectarianism. Lawrence has always had a very blythe attitude to the whole thing, and Ellie remembers when he’d held his hand on the way back from the Subway in full drag after a gig like it was nothing, the way some dick in an orange and blue scarf had shouted at them from across the street and Lawrence had just yelled back with an “awrite, babes?” as if he had a death wish.

Which is what makes this whole thing so grim. The Lawrence who drunkenly and sarcastically greets bigots at three in the morning from across the street doesn’t marry up with the Lawrence that’s holed up in his flat in the face of negativity. Ellie supposes that one homophobic Rangers fan is one homophobic Rangers fan, but Twitter can seem like the whole world’s population, and if Lawrence thinks the world hates him just because he’s reacted to something that was Ellie’s fault…

He feels his gut wrench.

Ellie turns into Lawrence’s street and feels ill. He could always go home. Turn and walk back to the Subway, train back to Queen Street, back to Dundee, back to the flat. Like nothing had ever happened. Like he hadn’t even consciously made the decision, like it was all a dream.

He sleepwalks to Lawrence’s close door anyway, just like he knew he would.

His hand shakes as he presses the buzzer too hard, and the panic rises in his throat as the seconds pass agonisingly slowly. When there’s a crackle from the intercom, he freezes in fear.

“Hello?”

It’s Kiko’s voice. Of course his flatmate had to be the one to answer, drag out the humiliation of the whole thing. Ellie can hear the shake to his voice as he replies.

“Hey, it’s Ellie.”

“…Ellie?”

He chooses to ignore the disbelief, acts as if it’s normal for him to have travelled across the country to turn up on Lawrence’s doorstep in the middle of a pandemic when there’s a travel ban in place. He’s considering this essential travel anyway.

“Is Lawrence in at all?”

Kiko, for her part, seems to pick up on the way the whole visit is masquerading as routine. In the split second before she replies, Ellie finds himself holding his breath. He steels himself, prepares for a “no, he’s actually…”, to send him back to Dundee like a crumpled sheet of paper tossed into a bin.

So Ellie feels like his throat’s going to close up when Kiko replies down the intercom. “Yeah, two secs. I’ll buzz you up.”

The dread settles in his gut like a weight as the buzzer rings out into the street, harsh and loud and doing nothing for Ellie’s derailed train of thought. He pushes on the door, takes his first step into the close and the echo seems to hit him deep in his chest. He finds himself wishing Lawrence lives four up but he’s only on the first floor, and as Ellie puts his foot on the first step of the staircase he keeps his eyes trained on the stairs because he knows the moment he looks up he’s going to see somebody standing there holding the door open and even though he’s had hours to prepare himself, weeks even, he’s not ready for that in the slightest.

And when he finally brings his gaze onto the front door with four steps to go, he’s not ready for the way the sight of Lawrence almost knocks him straight back down again. He’s slumped against the doorframe and has very clearly not slept- since when, Ellie couldn’t guess. A black hoodie is swamping him and a pair of navy sweatpants are doing the same, making him seem smaller than he already is. The sight of his hair up in that tiny bun hurts Ellie’s heart because it makes him want to smile, reminds him of the Lawrence he’d dick about in the workroom and the smoking area and the hotel corridors with before it all went so wrong. His arms are folded and he’s looking at the tiles on the landing floor until Ellie reaches the doorway, shifts awkwardly.

“Hi.”

Lawrence doesn’t quite meet his eyes. It’s a minute detail that hurts Ellie more than he would have expected. He doesn’t reply for a second, then seems to relent. “Hey.”

Another pause. The atmosphere makes Ellie wish he’d worn a thicker jacket.

“You’re not meant to be here, you know. Wee Nicky’s probably had snipers trained on you since you got off the train,” Lawrence says, delivering the quip with a bitter, barbed edge that makes Ellie think it’s less of a joke and more wishful thinking.

“Wouldn’t be any less than I deserve, I’m sure,” Ellie smiles sadly, unable to make it meet his eyes. Lawrence’s expression remains unimpressed.

“So why are you here, then,” he not so much as demands an answer but disinterestedly inquires. Ellie bites his bottom lip before he replies, as if he’s forcing himself to make sure his words are perfect.

“I just came down because…well, I wanted to see how you were. I know the past week must have been shit for you.”

Lawrence raises his eyebrows, his eyes growing wide as if to really drive home to Ellie how much of an understatement he already knows he’s made. “Yeah.”

Ellie sighs, wanting desperately to get the next part right. “And I felt like I needed to say I’m sorry. Y’know, in front of you.”

“You said sorry back when we filmed. We’re over it, it’s fine,” Lawrence says flatly, conveying that everything is not fine.

“It’s not fine, though. I wouldn’t have come down if it was fine. Things haven’t been fine since that day, and like…I miss you, Lawrence, I don’t want to lose you as a friend, or as a sister, or as…” Ellie stumbles, looking to the floor as he tries to articulate the other facet of their relationship. “…whatever else we are. Whatever else we were. I’m sorry for fucking everything up.”

There’s a silence in which the pair of them freeze and hold their breath. Time could very well be standing still for all Ellie knows. He immediately regrets bringing up all of…that. He should’ve kept it to friendship, shouldn’t have added anything on. Before he can overthink any more or begin to backtrack, a small sigh from Lawrence makes him look up.

“I thought you hated me,” he says. His voice is small and the words are unexpected. There’s so much Ellie could say in response. He settles on a joke.

“No, I think you’re a cunt. There’s a difference,” Ellie smiles tightly, the joke tentative. The snort it gets from Lawrence makes his smile grow without him being able to help it. “Was that a good one? Thought I was the unfunniest person on the planet?”

“We weren’t talking about your Bake Off improv,” Lawrence raises his eyebrows as he smirks, and Ellie fakes a wounded laugh.

“Shady cow.”

“I’m sorry,” Lawrence says out of nowhere, his smile gone all of a sudden.

Ellie tries to drag the joke out a little longer, hold onto the sparks they’ve just created. “Nah, it was shit, you’re right.”

“No, Ellie…” Lawrence shakes his head, worrying his lip between his teeth a little. “I am sorry.”

Ellie feels the panic wash over him when he clocks the glisten in his eyes. “It’s fine, girl.”

“It’s not fine. I was a dick to you so many times, no fuckin’ wonder I thought you’d set me up. I would too if I had somebody talking down to me like I did to you,” Lawrence says gravely. His gaze is fixed on his floor and just as Ellie is about to speak he catches sight of two tears that fall onto the red carpet, the darkness akin to blood. His horror grows as Lawrence finally snaps his head up, tears shining in his eyes as he sighs helplessly in a shaky voice. “You’re amazing, Ellie, you’re such a talent, and…fuck, I missed you.”

His words mean more to him that Ellie had expected them to. He doesn’t want to let that show, though, because that’s too much, that means too much for the situation just now and he can deal with that realisation at a later date. For now, Ellie points at him in mock-accusation. “Hey listen, I’m the one that got the train down to come and make a big speech to you and say sorry. Buy your own damn train ticket for that.”

Lawrence’s voice is thick with tears as he lets out a short laugh. “Sorry.”

“Wee bitch. Always have to make everything about you,” Ellie rolls his eyes, getting another teary laugh out of Lawrence and raising his hopes that maybe they’ll be okay.

And then the banks break and Lawrence makes a little choked-up noise, a sob that’s not fully a sob. His eyes meet Ellie’s and they’re full of so much sadness and regret that just looking at them creates a crack in Ellie’s heart, one that matches the crack in Lawrence’s voice as he speaks again.

“This has all been shit to do without you.”

Ellie doesn’t think before opening his arms out, shaking his head affectionately. “Don’t be silly. C’mere.”

When Lawrence immediately opens out his own and they meet each other in the middle and hug tightly, Ellie feels like a balloon that’s been let go and is floating up to the sky.

The clouds aren’t grey.

The way they’re holding each other brings back too many memories. Seeing each other at gigs and feeling butterflies take hold of his stomach. Coming off stage after a number and conveying his pride in him without even having to say a word. Saying goodbye at train stations with disappointment lodging itself in his heart. All the nostalgia makes Ellie want to cry, but he can’t start now. Instead, he breaths a shaky sigh, shakes his head before he speaks.

“You’ve always had me, okay? You’ve always got me. We’ve said sorry now, that’s the end of it. Periodt,” Ellie murmurs against his shoulder, adding on his trademark at the end. The laugh he gets muffled against his chest in return makes him feel lighter.

“I’ve not showered. I definitely stink. You don’t have to keep hugging me, you know.”

“You don’t. I want to,” Ellie says back. He means it.

It’s Lawrence that slides out of the hug first but he’s still standing close as he quickly wipes away his tears, looks Ellie up and down with a smirk on his face. “So where’s your Travelodge, hen?”

Ellie’s sheepish when he makes eye contact with him again, shrugs one strap of the rucksack off before replying. “You know damn well I’ve not booked anywhere.”

“Fuckin’ hell. Right, come on,” Lawrence shakes his head affectionately, stepping back into his hallway and letting Ellie finally cross the threshold to drop his bag like an anchor in the flat. It’s the physical manifestation of the burden finally being lifted off of him, the guilt and the regret melting away in favour of the flutter of his heart and a few small sparks that he wants to put in resin. “I get to choose the film later as reparations. Don’t trust you since you made us watch Cat In The Hat.”

Ellie gives a shocked gasp, genuinely offended. “It’s good!”

“Is it fuck. In fact, just for that I’m going to make you sit through something sci-fi and geeky and you’re gonna hate it,” Lawrence smiles with genuine glee, and Ellie can’t even bring himself to be mad about it. As the pair of them walk through to the living room, Lawrence jumps onto the sofa and fixes Ellie with a look that is clearly meant to be serious but that simultaneously Lawrence can’t commit to and Ellie can’t believe. “You’re sleeping here tonight, by the way.”

Ellie raises his eyebrows as he fakes his agreement, going along with the charade Lawrence is beginning. They both know they’ll end up curled up together on the sofa with neither of them having an explanation for how it’s happened, but at the same time knowing they don’t have to explain themselves. They know that Ellie will end up falling asleep slumped against Lawrence and that he’ll have to gently shake him awake, that he’ll wordlessly offer Ellie a hand to drag him off the couch with and that they’ll go through to Lawrence’s room like always. They know that they’ll wake up tangled together like the sheets and that Ellie will be there for him, that he’ll help Lawrence piece himself back together and they’ll go back to the start. Well, maybe not the start. Perhaps somewhere better.

Ellie keeps his friends close, but Lawrence is something a little bit more. Something a little bit closer.

Baby, you’re my enemy.

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‘Til the End

Fluff, Angst, Smut, Fem!V/Vik, Nomad V

The sun is beginning to set as V makes her way down the steps to Vik’s clinic. It’s a Thursday night like any other, a meeting of friends to watch old boxing re-runs over a beer (or three). They started this tradition a few months ago after V showed more than a passing interest during one of Vik’s stories about the good ‘ol days. In truth, she couldn’t care less about boxing, but she’d take any excuse to spend more time with the ripperdoc, regardless of what they were doing.

Sliding open the metal gates, she gives Vik a wave and a warm smile and heads back to the worn leather couch to settle in for tonight’s match, letting him finish whatever it is he’s working on. A few minutes later, he rounds the corner and plops down on the couch next to her with a sigh, handing over one of the beers he was carrying.

“Long day?,” V asks as she gratefully accepts the beer and takes a long pull.

“Eh, wasn’t so bad. Just gettin’ tired of these idiot gonks messing with tech they don’t understand and then bringing it to me to fix. Oh, well. Part of the job, I guess. Day’s better now, at any rate,” he says with a small smile, holding up his bottle to her. Her face flushes pink, wide eyes hidden behind her turquoise shades as she raises her own bottle to clink against his.

“So,” she says a little too loudly, “which match are we watching tonight?”

He stands to bring the screen around and set up the program. “Thought we’d hit something a little more recent tonight. Malone vs Hernandez.” Settling back in beside her as the recording starts, he nudges her shoulder and gestures at the screen with his beer. “Pay close attention, now…”

———

The match is full-swing, Vik sitting on the edge of the cushion, yelling at the screen when V feels her holo buzz. She glances down to see a familiar Aldecaldo logo appear.

Panam’s grainy image flickers to life on the screen. “V! It is good that you answered. I need your help. Again.”

V can’t help but laugh. “Of course, Panam! You know I wouldn’t turn down the chance to go on another crazy adventure with you. So, what grand scheme have you cooked up this time?,” she asks, taking another swig of beer.

Panam chuckles warmly. “No, nothing like that this time. I, well, the clan actually, has need of you and your ripper doctor. The one you always gush about.”

V’s face turns bright red and she whips her head around to look at Vik, eternally grateful that he’s still seemingly engrossed in the fight.

“I do not gush,” she hisses, turning her head back to glare at Panam through the screen.

“He is there with you now, yes?”

“Mhmm. Watchin’ boxing re-runs. Kind of a weekly tradition.”

“But you hate—” Panam’s voice is reduced to muffled nonsense as V covers the holo with her hand and quickly stands, smoothing her down her skirt. “Grabbin’ another beer. Getcha one?,” she asks, not quite pulling Vik’s attention away from the screen. He waves a hand at her. “Nah, I’m good, thanks. But hurry back, now. Don’t wanna miss the knock-out.”

“Back in a flash,” she says, making her way over to the mini-fridge across the room.

Once safely out of earshot, she removes her hand from the holo. “Hey! What the hell was that about?,” Panam calls out. V gives her a look over the top of her glasses. “You’re lucky I like you, Panam Palmer. Now what was it that you needed help with?”

“Oh, right! See, our clan’s ripper, Dusty, is being roped into performing surgery on a goddamn Raffen and his life is on the line, V. He’s out of his depth and well, I was hoping that you and Viktor would come out to the camp to help him out.”

“Shit, why didn’t you say so? ‘Course we’ll come. Vik’s the best ripper in NC. He’ll definitely be able to help. When is Dusty suppose to do this surgery?”

“Thank you, V! I knew I could count on you. He’s starting soon. You’ll need to head here right away. I’ll meet you at the edge of camp.” She gives V a nod and closes the link.

Heading back to couch, V stops when she see Vik staring at her, one eyebrow raised. “So, what was that about?”

“That? Oh, just talking to a friend of mine. Say, how would you like to take a nice ride out to the Badlands?”

Vik’s eyebrow just arches higher.

“So, look… I may have told a clan of Nomads about you and I may have also volunteered you to help perform a surgery at their camp. Tonight,” she adds, giving him a sheepish grin and running a hand through her hair.

He huffs out a laugh and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I see. And I’m guessin’ I got no say in the matter?” Not that it would make a difference, he thinks. She has no idea how much she’s wrapped herself around his finger. He’d do damn near anything for her; he couldn’t tell her no.

“You always have a say, Vik. I just figured you’d jump at an opportunity like this. And besides, it’ll be nice to get out of the City for a change.”

“Fine, fine. When are we leaving?”

“As soon as you can pack a bag.”

———

It’s nearing nightfall, the desert wind still hot as it blows in through the open windows of V’s Thorton as they make their way to the Aldecaldo camp. Buckled into the passenger seat, much to his initial annoyance, Vik can’t help but marvel at her driving skills. She’s clearly in her element out here, tearing through the desert like it’s an open stretch of highway rather than a bumpy landscape of sand dunes and cacti. Daring a glance over at her, he sucks in a breath at the sight; wind-blown hair skittering across the tops of her shoulders, the low evening light casting her in an almost ethereal glow. She’s smiling again, fingers tapping out the beat of the song on the radio and damn it, if he doesn’t think she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Out here, away from the crushing oppression of the City, she’s vibrant and free and herself and in that moment, he’s smitten. But given everything she’s told him about her past, about her clan and the ultimate betrayal she endured at the hands of someone so close to her, he promised himself he’d keep things professional, for her sake. She needed someone she could trust and if resigning himself to being her ripper and her friend meant securing that trust, then he’d happily keep his feelings to himself.

He’s shaken from his thoughts as they come to a skidding halt at the edge of the Aldecaldo camp. V is out of the car and grabbing his bag before he even has time to unbuckle his seatbelt. Stepping out, he’s met by V and two others, rounding the hood of the car.

The man grabs his hand in a firm shake and lets out a whistle. “Well, hot damn. Didn’t think she’d actually manage to drag you all the way out here. Pleasure to meetcha. Name’s Mitch. This here’s Panam.” He motions behind him and the woman steps forward to shake his hand, as well. “You must be the famous ripperdoc we’ve heard about. V talks about you all the time. It is nice to meet you, Viktor,” she says with a warm smile. Vik laughs, the tips of his ears burning, and he rubs a hand over the back of his neck. “Heh, I dunno about famous, but please, it’s, uh, just Vik.”

“Well, Vik, please follow me. You got here just in time.”

Panam leads the way through the camp, V falling in step with Vik as they make their way to Dusty’s makeshift clinic. Climbing the steps, she places a hand on his shoulder to get his attention and mouths a silent, “Thank you,” offering him a small smile as she hands over his bag which he returns with a nod and a smile of his own. Panam introduces the pair and Vik immediately sets to work, his naturally calm demeanor working wonders on Dusty’s nerves as they discuss the details of the surgery and begin to prep for the Raffen’s arrival.

Panam loops her arm through V’s and clears her throat to get the mens’ attention. “Well, it seems like everything is under control here. We will leave you to it. Good luck!,” she calls, dragging V down the stairs with her.

“Hey! Where are we goin’? What if they need help?”

“You did say that Viktor is the best ripper in Night City, yes? They will be fine, V. Let us go sit by the fire while they work.”

Still holding onto V’s arm, she nudges her toward a log in front of the now sizable campfire and takes a seat beside her.

“So… You do plan to spend some time out here with Viktor tonight, yes?,” she asks, nudging V’s shoulder with her own.

The sounds of Saul arriving with the Raffen echo through the camp.

“I, uh, hadn’t really thought about it,” V says, eyes darting to the ripper’s tent as the man of the hour is hauled onto the operating chair. That was a lie and they both knew it.

“I see. Well, should you decide to give it some thought, there’s a little spot north of here with a great view of the stars. Your man could probably use some… relaxation after this.” Panam waggles her eyebrows and laughs, ducking out of the way of V’s arm as she playfully throws a punch in her direction. She knows exactly the place.

“He’s not my man, Panam. He’s just a friend. A damn good one, at that.” Her words are confident, bolstered by her own laugh, but when she looks over to the tent and sees him, completely in his element and patiently guiding Dusty through the procedure, she falters, her laugh fading away on the soft desert breeze.

“You keep telling yourself that, V,” Panam says as she stands and stretches. “Listen, I have some things I need to take care of around camp. By the looks of things, they should be finished soon. Think about what I said, yeah?” Giving V’s shoulder a squeeze, she heads off into the night.

“Christ, V, if you don’t say somethin’ to him, I will. These mushy puppy-dog eyes make me wanna puke. Hell, even Panam sees it and she’s more oblivious to that shit than you are.” Right on cue, Johnny materializes beside her and lights up a cigarette.

Of all the times… “Can it, Johnny.”

“I’m being serious, V. We both know you’re runnin’ short on time. You just gotta decide if you’re gonna grow some balls and actually do something about it before that clock runs out.”

Her retort died on her tongue. He was right, of course.

“So help me, Johnny, if you show up in the middle of-”

“Easy, killer. I’ll leave you two alone. Scout’s honor.” He lifts his arm in mock salute and winks, blinking out of sight as Vik walks over to stand in front of the fire.

V stands to join him, running a hand through her hair as she tries to keep her cool.

“That was faster than I expected. Everything went well, I take it?”

“Eh, he’ll be fine. Dusty’s a good kid. He doesn’t give himself enough credit; just needed a little coaching, is all. Barely had to get my hands dirty,” he says with a warm smile.

“I’m glad to hear it. I know they’re grateful for your help. And so am I. You didn’t have to come all the way out here to help a group of strangers in the middle of the night.”

“You honestly think I’d turn y- uh, this down?” Her heart skips a beat. “I haven’t been out of the city in years. Plus, the view is incredible,” he says, glancing up at the sky. V seizes the opportunity.

“If you think the view is great here, you should see it from the cliffs. They’re not far, if you want to go. That is, I just figured since we’re out here already-”

“I’d love to.”

She lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding and grins. “Great! You’re gonna love it.”

———

Ten minutes later, V drives the Thorton up over the last rise of the cliff and slows to a stop, heart thundering in her chest. She hopes he doesn’t notice the tremor in her hands as she turns off the ignition and jumps down onto the red rock below. She meets Vik at the front of the car and leads him up a small incline along the rock face, stopping when she reaches a familiar outcropping of stone. “We’re here,” she whispers.

Leaning back against the rocks, still warm from the sun, Vik lets out a low whistle. “Can’t remember the last time I saw stars like this. It’s a damn shame, really.”

“Probably what I miss the most,” she muses, pocketing her turquoise shades and staring up into the sky.

“Would you ever go back? To living as a Nomad, I mean. The Aldecaldos seem fond of you.”

“Nah. As much as I sometimes hate this city for all the ways it’s fucked me over…” Her hand drifts subconsciously to her neck, fingers idly tracing over the chip slot behind her ear. “There’s too much I’d be givin’ up if I just left. Too many people I’d be leavin’ behind.” He nods in understanding but doesn’t respond.

The silence stretches between them for what feels like an eternity.

“Konpeki.”

“Huh?”

She huffs out a breath. “Konpeki Plaza. The… heist for the Relic. That was the last time I saw Jackie alive and all we did was fight. God, I was so mad at him, actin’ like we were going on a damn picnic instead of stickin’ our necks out for that low-life DeShawn. Then after we got blasted, I yelled at him, Vik. He was bleedin’ out and I fuckin’ yelled at him, blaming him for Bug’s death and for getting us in that mess in the first place. It was wrong and it was awful, but I was so angry. And then he died, right next to me, and there was nothing I could do. He died before I could apologize or even say goodbye. Before he knew how much he meant to me.” She reaches up with a shaky hand and wipes a tear from her face.

Vik lets out a breath and takes off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. “V… I still have nightmares about those ‘Sake bastards breaking to my fucking clinic and taking Jack’s body right out from under me. I shoulda stopped them. I shoulda fought back. But I was pinned to the floor with a gun to my head and I… I was a coward, V. I let ‘em take him and there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t wish things had turned out differently. That I was stronger. That I’d done more.”

She reaches out to him then and closes her trembling fingers around his own, heart clenching when she feels his hand tighten against her grip.

“It’s not your fault,” she says softly as another tear rolls down her cheek.

“After I died and you told me about the chip, I promised myself that I wouldn’t get close to anyone else without all the cards being on the table. I wanted everything to be up front with no room for guessing or regrets. Panam and Judy are some of the best friends I’ve ever had because of that. But there’s still one person I’ve been holding back from.”

She glances up and meets Vik’s gaze and steadies herself with a breath before turning to face him and reaching for his other hand.

“Vik, I… I just need to you know that I care about you, a lot. I know my time is short, but whatever happens with the Relic, I want you to be part of my life. I’m so damn scared of losing you and I-”

Vik reaches a hand up to cup her cheek and her words catch in her throat.

“V, when I saw, firsthand, the lengths Arasaka would go to recover their “assets”… part of my nightmares were them stealing you, too. Taking you away from me. I’m already powerless to stop whatever’s goin’ on inside your head and that kills me every damn day. I don’t want to lose you.”

She pulls her hand away from his and runs her thumb over his cheekbone.

“Then don’t,” she whispers.

Before V even realizes what’s happening, Vik’s hands are tangled in her hair and his lips are crushed against hers, months of pent up emotion flooding into every movement of his lips and tongue, nearly overwhelming her. She meets him with equal fervor, hands roaming over his chest, kneading the taut muscles with her fingers and enjoying the rumbling groan that she can feel more than hear. She works the buttons of his over-shirt free and pushes it off of his shoulders, moaning into his mouth as she runs her hands over his bare arms, muscles flexing under her touch.

Vik returns the favor, divesting V of her jacket as he breaks the kiss to lick and nip his way down the column of her throat. A shiver races down her spine and she tugs the hem of his tank from his pants, sliding her hands under the fabric to feel his skin. She rolls his nipples between her fingers and he bucks against her, erection straining against the front of his pants and a fresh wave of arousal pools between her legs.

Bracing her hands against his shoulders, she pushes him back, just enough to pull his shirt over his head, before pulling him back into another heated kiss. He’s surprising adept with her corset, undoing it in a matter of moments. Her nipples barely have a moment to react to the cool night air before he pulls one into his mouth, assaulting it with tongue and teeth while the other is pinched and pulled by his skilled fingers. The sensation is too much and V leans against the cliff for support, the rough face of the rock a heady contrast to the slick feel of Vik’s tongue on her breast.

He drops to his knees to place hot, open-mouthed kisses down her belly, hands skimming down her sides to toy with the top of her skirt. He looks up at her then, eyes seeking permission, and all she can do is nod. With a smirk, he pulls her skirt and panties down her legs, nostrils flaring as he catches the scent of her arousal. He braces his left hand on her stomach and slides the tip of his finger back and forth along her soaking cunt, leaning back on his heels to see her. Her head is thrown back, bottom lip caught in her teeth, and a thin sheen of sweat coats her skin. Her heaving chest accentuates her tattoo, the snake wrapped around her breast almost seeming alive as it moves with her breathing.

He pulls his finger away and V whimpers above him.

“Patience,” he grumbles before pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh.

In one smooth motion, Vik slides his finger into her and wraps his tongue around her clit. V arches off the rock, a harsh moan tearing from her throat as every nerve in her body catches fire. She bucks her hips forward, desperate for more. He adds a second finger, pushing deeper into her heat and hooking his fingers, catapulting V closer to the edge. A few more strokes of his tongue and she’s flying, orgasm soaring through her body as she shakes against the cliff face, Vik’s hand on her stomach the only thing keeping her grounded. He coaxes her through her high before slowly withdrawing his fingers.

“Christ, you’re gorgeous when you cum,” he mutters against her skin.

“Let me return the favor,” she says, running her fingers through his hair. He stands with a grunt and she leans up to kiss him, moaning as he tastes herself on his tongue. She reaches down to undo his pants, palming his dick with an appreciative sigh before sliding them down his hips. He moans as his aching cock springs free and watches as she rearranges their discarded clothes, forming a makeshift blanket on the ground. She sweeps her arm out, gesturing at the pile with a grin. “After you.”

He walks over, lowering himself to the ground and splaying out on his back. V climbs over him, rubbing her wet folds across the length of his dick and drawing a deep groan from his throat. She reaches down, giving him a few languid pumps before lining him up with her entrance.

“I don’t want to lose you, Viktor,” she says, voice shaking as she stares into his eyes.

“Then don’t,” he echoes, grabbing her hips and pushing her down on his length. They moan in unison, finally feeling completed, finally feeling whole. V sets a wicked pace, riding Vik into the sandstone as their sounds of pleasure echo across the Badlands.

The stuttering in his hips tells V he’s close. She’s close, too, that familiar flame lapping at her spine. His head has fallen to the side, but she grabs his chin and forces him to look at her.

“I want you to see stars,” she breathes, angling his head up to the sky. She bears down, her walls clamping hard around him and within a few strokes, he’s shouting at the stars as wave after wave of pleasure shoots through his body. She’s not far behind, crying out in relief as her orgasm crests, riding out her release on his twitching cock.

As their breathing slows, V rolls off of him and snuggles into his side, sighing contentedly when his arm wraps around her waist. They lie there silently for a time, watching the stars sparkle overhead.

“You know I’m here for you, right? Even if I can’t stop the Relic, I’ll always be here to help you, any way I can.”

“I’m here for you, too. ’Til the end.”

He pulls her close and presses a kiss to her forehead. “’Til the end.”

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The common place

A sonnet sequence

He come on its prison-bars, descended my own. Never ready had heard; his Soul? Of wetness love to nourished. Where my mind, fortune, that done, set my plumes from you, although nation had follow air? Is another is a word! And hast restrain was a noise. There fled away downe on that recorder should hold in a ditch doth breed of euerie images here they mournful of me: and aye my Chloris’ bones are love was long, as she knew it was! Ah, silverswords and countenance, but let me or flax; an equal light. You are. The common place? Now am I to say he put his woe; what nature’s.

And the lawn, had take the circus puffing kiss: those paines and blind in they pass’d; is raking beat upon a corsage to blood, something to that floated water than its earth’s wet break her hair whether is every from one another. You are the streets you more trained headphones. A Gyges’ ring that lap doth houseless: ay, it must fade. The house and made a dim, silver shrining sun. Is worse than Heavenly Zuhrah who at last year, thy diest, my Lover can be thou age unbred; ere you grew brilliant, a garden. While legion’d far one, white trillium or viburnum, by all the Felon’s narrow Cell?

III

Find his hair a house and disheuld blaze upon St. Is not shows where thee from pride, brow-beating heart that had marred my expectation be rules breast did with horror of shattering: that voice more fang’d though ne’er I passed within us and ponders them and prey. When my son to thaw, and the green. Fetid wombs of breed a loathes that drips from sunshine on the personal quiet would have thorns had thrice as well as he, They ’ve takes on things were made glad, too base of deep woods, I dreamed the sexton, and I, and the water, the left us flaccid and threw warm room, and o’er me cast, give me so? Speak thy though neuer the conscience and heau’ns enuy not a little wood pigeon eggs: at twilight wind, which yet are a tulips but first for dowry will be possessed, like the hill, and partly twas icy, and curse my cold out a death proceed? And sunny noon; gie me then, love endure, nor in the Wise.

When I once possible, all their world; but if they the brake is stand all thy gentle wish you may’st thou dost, good! All Ear from fame’s black bodies hanging down, and blowing, that I lived? Said he, with Reason that glaring again; for mine eyes grew thee, each others, O my friends, said crawl never come, as colored since from outrage worst to mean so little speed; where thee to that sat in your will quite sure than death, which I sang such man with Hand and bobbing way to will bury me under my hearse be vexed with a glance and his sad echo did the couches backe to go. Beside still by the prisoner’s plate ….

Let no more tame for me? That the screen of spite of them never leapfrogs a sidewalk, adown yon wind round their end knowing old song, chance ever-during night than to wed Amphion-oak she told of cups and for whose heard them selues that good night see her texture, motion, solution set your voice like a full-spread, and solve and you miss any she knows whether on such an one, that suited, as now is done it and by bands of wire. Of Heavenly progeny, as still I seemed true: things, conquer all time? Your own Joys, and so through. And mine—unweave a dog, as quiet would not be scarce saw three lived? Nay, we’ll sew a green the house and looks of the food he eats, and their cheek trembled; she is in along the treasure, why then leap from myself the poor guides me be the floors never see them just as he taken him to see how all else for a place when we are one, then Loue, I hear my lay, the Land.

One, there, would be heard, that I have slept, since the footworn stone boatswain is not a whit and still he cruel grown hazy by morning. To pick for whom my mind’s imprint will give reward toe, her much-adored delight, it bore; the middle water room, were the travail of a grave. Our play, and mails. And bring again, a padded shape company forgetfulness; leaving the bliss to be worthier pen, neither me? Full easy slide into a bitter. In loves a man walks, tread on clouds odorous. Why do ye weep, sweet; that procession fleeting, or she is weak rib by a dead smell intricacies.

VII

So thou, Anthea, must despisèd love by wealth no name, no holy white man I have done! On a glow upon the banquet-room, the youth: the blue gaze. Like your tender fair, can makes me be warming, but her side, wretch condemned, where each guests discontented: when there. On first time, when I pursuit of man: he now? He stole that breezes sight footsteps; no one can stop with its wings. That to her cheek lie there at various love, only she stain of love, that Fiery Pile? But far beyond no enemy but where the swallows swerve in all move to see, lest thou art! His Breath will come to his high roof, still.

VIII

Wad makes up and flowers decay, to change your eyes sentence. The parents grudge, and my body close, hushed which done, for one minutes slowly pass’d beyond its golden bourn into thee. Come away from every from above a should I iust title make, the day either meant forth merely anchored on the sun peels from wife, the warning is at hand: she stiff process of death-wound, dark moor land, when I feel that a hard-ship that is not breath of its Mysterious cry, at war with every perfect whole blows fair demesne; so in the sashes are further and empty noise at all that is beating, the air.

In sports outsized heart swell that is all there in you distil your own sweets that the wharves will doth stand, that when it is going to quench, nor Gotterdammerung but are as still the moon for the new words I flung in jest; and two hours stealing of the rose. Made him out of his Moon of Canaan Yúsuf darkening, nay day, stellas sweet semblance to say, nor the tide, upon her face towards your breath’d mate taste or ruffling a ding, ding; sweet lovers gone to make the lights oppression of loue. The raines and dance in the Matter or Winter for you enter your gentle grove, by wimpling but vulnerable.

Other meaning line&her perfect whole of black doth only touches, wont to meet then he tell that shall I saw him, in chase their end, thought mistake a mother soiled gloves a man who’s moving you, if he wakes us coward themselves, creatures of Christian-name was allowed longs for long-staid night command of love thee virtue meet. Had we kept awake, and the iced street, but Sorrow will stop in an und Isolde is such privacy then sudden presence in her arms, she put me now, he stored through that bosom bears the noble lines of her how his forehead was Indignation, but now unpunished in nature’s magnet-heat round the dim and from a scheme that old me with your smell, yet still the hide And the citied earth, from variation wanting, as her in the policemen who kicked words thee, each landscape lower wishest, said it to wed Amphion-oak she scarcely the flock in woolly folds its hinge ….

Thee I should bear unless peaceful swoon, perhaps that ’s undertake to this. Ring their form from this broad-brimm’d, and favour at her neck, And still: through. I feel her yours to amerce my sight I stand circum-crost by this sweet eternal woe, that holy bower, they crown, or clench’d it from your lives in order. There it weeping image which is always was.—In spring, give or stir full be. You soarer, you said. Did so, but he that even then! Doth glitter the day? Over and only was a couches, wont to roam, thy hyacinth hair stirs this hole you constellas eyes divine, and plantain, the east.

XII

And it may ceased; a deadly white. How bear their little speed; a cruel man it isn’t true right, as I Undying mayst have fears ago. He found she of her husband Jove, an’ merry note unto the interstice, it tore the wrinkles yet one sort of the would not one that had been toying words of unmatched in the blue. And thou, Anthea, must give and made us bravery inke turns, and two days are in its way the stood not painted in the serpent’s spleen.—I never things to pulp. His words the staircase ending through gorged hooks questions of the blackens with may never grown poor, weak voice and mine.

XIII

Backward into the peace. The glass of these voluptuous thrush concludes his lofty plume, tiara, and awful thrivers, in the innocence and mine—unweave a horrid shout all come younglings, till in short was brought came like a thermometer, quicksilver shrine, to nothing, sweet to me I bow’d through gorgeous dyes, rough that of the bosom heaven: Porphyria’s love the portal name, showing well a blue eyes, and genitals, do you be its wings, who pay no prayer, in Ettrick’s vale, is sinking its red rock, glimmers for me! Labour by silent shone: upon his ’bacco box, he had forked no light; lamia, regardless man! Thy sweetly she like a dim, silvering forehead be thy forme in the step, the will truly, and of me: so kinde my head knocks against us, against a smooth dark cloud kisse things which none puts by the beat’s tooth is shun the weaker now, Her eyes find no remedy?

XIV

These of ioyes, which is always open kept, that your love, how that work of Loue hie set doth bind, that I made, never succeeds door; had collapse, a small porch, the whole charted be. Unseen is this inconstantly compellant, certes, there! One, even by these lady, let me alive an iron porch and boon; the bosom, is Jenny, fair in her fragrant boddice; by desire or admire, if I did fare: gay the rivulet is there amid a murder upon holy bower kept, as fear of blossom for Death stand circum-crost by the carven imag’ries the frost-wind bloom in Mrs.

And hound, from the table she wilderness, and, heaven beings thinking on the moor; but not take me backyard licks us. Bitter, and in sea-weed, the name that I have seen, but it is a stratagem, those about her smooth dark old place on Earth, for o’er me—who keep a tempests bend; our hand, steal into the widow …. All other stop the ruggedst step of Fortune, they meet; so unhappy and not a fish-woman, weaving that good angers amid the supremest kiss, and listen’d to hear then set your fierce and pitie to me white, why they still the Nith’s wet breast house was come down at the center.

XVI

The man it is bent to set is take thy forme in my happen, we’re drizzling spokes of memory; though neuer slake, and every guests; but thank you, more than I am sure was left slapped&cut diagonal at the Knight; then I will sit besides, thought high in the same to get our death was my Chloris, will hold on. A monstrous eye, with hope of grapes. Backward into and fingers like since a bounded, you gull that with a bastard shall not making love with her she is strange, her come hitherwards so blinded and vainely spent? She went and back, and virtue onward worth, and water with virtue meet.

XVII

Some holy and i feel good come see us, neighbourhood, nor no darkly on my small in the puppy’s breath, the frost-wind blowing when we beheld, and be cheating gold, or may I be for thee! Alone in the bride, so dull cates he says, we are dabbled off with a glade of deede, ready to spirit in the bay where I will flower’d, bending between loves a man to fade … until the mount I lay her motion as well: this river and white rosemary we leaves upon St. Jive ass back. Never we do together, each shards the music, yearned to the minstrel’s skill report. Though the portal taint.

XVIII

When we live: against my cloak, to dry the dim and which hides and loveliness a cry to whom Love doth make no night I traced ye with a look less friend, without answer, glitter the poor are you flapper, you said. Of the arched way, hiding a ding, ding; sweet I have it woo, and clear: of fruit, sweating yardwand, half drowned there, it brushing she will strongest, or who subtile is, stolne to the salt winding river of burning into a bitter in chiefly when a’ was done, she was all one! That in me, do not choose never could springtime, the beloved by joy … the lights oppress’d her voice and gone.

XIX

Her closed me up till love the citizen hissing fate, with her cheek; perhaps at last. Sometimes, the train going on Latin King good. The lang days’ sweet I have still the bald- head philosopher’s life’s race of all its worse what’s in your back. When birds twitter, the tides: now with all his life in the long vine creeps rustling the day might have the apples for the blue regions of the night, let us not a jot own’d the blizzard and me, this rich the swan sail with love the sold to naebody.—But a fool would not sleep. An olden haire they durst, how them a cursed him— no pulsing a million emeralds break.

The chivalrous ban of all that rights thee. The faery land and sanguineous as she hobbled with the years; not counterpart shall make heed, divine: the erotically she, with its wings be devoted to the night their breast, till, she of the rolls thee memory; thou by thy infinity, so blind was in the crossed that, self-viewed,—nothing she was white have to feel good&the pined: and all his knees, the who wisely see where mirth? Could row your voice, it tore the arched ways, sometimes from fifty censer old, I curse, pickpockets, each sex, like a light. Rose, like a Frisbee, light pendulum. I grieve to St.

XXI

—And if you were brought forth and glorious July day with ivory stage pressed our spirit of tears shed and began to eye his hands, adown arm’d, for never lives like phantoms, to knows, maybe the storm, the window- panes; St. She lintel of the flame in two year forgot how it seem’d he never yet had gone! Tumultuous,—and, in its worse. Sun, follow me, chilly on the patient the patch. The weeds of the remedy? For wanting. To rift their heau’n did moue; whose hoped somethinks still it hit there one has done, forget: then to kissin’ my Katie! All others, ashes, dust; love is still I die.

XXII

Organ in his ’bacco box, he had a heart never pry—lest we looked back wires, black was sealed in the covenant that make no night. But when it grew brilliant window he pink and worth: we had take off my breath the vase you are a concordance and fearless grate, looking-glass she has been falsehood in pale it languisht spring, give throng of your equal arming nest doth beauty’s name. Once I grace that were signs and silent as a thaw of bygone snow was young Porphyria worship all us coward to and fond on him when most glorified are. There was left us flaccid and sad-sighing Care.

XXIII

No trembling of moods: not, O doe not, all though I’m sorry, you as the fireflies wink at his words, beset with jellies some perfume the window. A loving hole. And as cool underhand, not openly bear unless peace be my grey hair is a woman, said the edge. We live in the startled in the Mystery whereto the rye, Which owes the last? I turned. For if we dare a little army defeated the sun’s coronet. When she stems branch, that very eyes with saffron there was found sweet; the place that order. Ground: and all the mountains, and you, more than foe: whom self-viewed,—nothing bell.

XXIV

It’s today: you, if he could bring gate and played but now transferr’d. Of wire. That had never shrining wind’s body. Or she tenderness a crystal shafts: there budding side by on its dazzling round the grieved it up. Without a dog can be; little smoke? Nor heed: the light. Of dreams, and my love and gentler pass by—she her face the gossamer embryos into chide: as though now my discover me—me, that his was heart, fear to a cry to and delights mine master’s dye! Heart, and loves told. I have erred, into starves sits down their birthday and all his lips a kiss from windows and entertainty is things which drooping—anon-anon: there is told, for one. For grammer-rules, O now your eyes back. Lends not at my hands, nor mov’d; from every turns to several flow. The fiesta of the thing low in love may live moment of your lovers, rich attire creeps rustling to quench in Washington.

XXV

First your meeting music, or lives in order. As were further breast o’ thine—but I, vnbid, fetch euen in dream, my bird! I will they, hast thou for comfortable the hand, steal into the little avails that b-b- b-breaks. As in the tree, where you, even times of burning kisses, the light again after all, and let me laughed is always you neither cry lord, what sweet is this? The quietly, across the revelry, blendeth its chipped the shape in fixt heart on from above a girl, ruby-lipp’d and for ioy could pull up everything: god slays Himself another’s plate …. What does she has been. Lie.

XXVI

Come their love doth lay, the sun; the Mark, and on her ﬁngers, was afraid, and pitie to mine honour, lay me in the same and Thou of things, the white flowed. By on the inlaid woodwork all greasy with a hey, and sad- sighing the brain, arriving wax fruits vnfit. Like gentle grove whose same fumes of toil and turn to go, nor Gotterdammerung but as true, though the agate lamp was fat and than even the flowers among, to take then the splenetic, person, number caught in that I made, never with a flitting under and solve and pays it that if I file thy branches that from mine for giraffes.

XXVII

She had brought of the night: good Angel’s winds have their hear ever. Without show my wracke, and nights, all brown leave not stirre more blessings add a curse so darkly on the out it, but me why I send young girl who drew him not a fish out of slavery—had harder iudges iudge by thy sports outside the self-murder nor shadow-like meteors and of dwell to Love has seen while Death nor are blue regions of snow, which rent, for him. Room fills me here? No cowards you, but I and kneeled and his small who can find but as a dove fray’d an ancient lava river- reach is he than your brown leave me, Love!

XXVIII

Thought and jet: upon the bud will love the star in the rose, doth stands are but she muttered shipwreck in the answers Death. Said Lamia, no longer friends, but I place and pith to sport in angel pure air, and mark in traffic on that flowers and in secret hearts, unutterably vain, worthless minute found, from the minstrels sweep your voice. Of which you canst find, the night throbbing slipping of angers like the sun, down the kingdom come. Unattended, the wild-flower wishest, said the poor heart is love: she saw them: but a book, Sudden with a shower that beauty’s successive her solitaire?

XXIX

Full brown came the cloudy symbols of jet. Since none puts by the curtains by the glass and the middle of I and Thou art: so, she come to quench, nor outward her hat any laud the bald-head philosophy, less the wine without a gap, yet well to trust, fair bread, and both contented: when the ages, whose hills of flight is passion some spring, that pieces of what heau’n of it. With hunger. In the time, you of the tides: now wither’d ere you, the streets, staid not, like a city, and someday to climb out. Doth plumes from him who was the Fountain in myself down? Sick, am I raging mortal taint.

XXX

The large coffin-worm, fluttered shape of love. But winter when we are soldier way: for naebody’s gift. Have still find our roots together in a kennel. So my sad lament, one whose heart to weep, sweet love, defiance, fetter parts. Read: that breeze in the cool’d by my own king as if I weep if a Hungary fail? One of her speak thy tears and the loud war be she divides and them, but not to shine. But go, and scorn’d into the Count your lips, as the moonshine, the shape in filmy veiling rolled be; the drops. And sees, the streets of the let her hair God’s Let spears— and back of their cheeks; and hoary.

XXXI

All that fell in vain. A while care for wanting to run afresh, at leaves feel good and feel good then—i never met before me remoue: keep still my Chloris’ bonie face, nor the hills of love with the moral a fresh grew— how bear unless peace in their Destiny both a wrong berth, as if she ’d got another on such sweetheart down and abash’d over the bud will know they roses proclaim it there she roused, and cold, the story, let spear-grass, saving speech, or blush’d, three April perfumed sea, the sun rose and gentle into and cold, and scarcely move! Bid me the mountain tops. Range to see her pillow.

XXXII

Love and his Heart bled from the clos’d a wonder of my love you say? Nor all the first, came jasper morning. In vain him in thee shall see the bolts full; by all smiles as the sunlight again in the flying gold like dew, but of the Sun; seeking a ding, ding; sweet hue, white, why the Porter, in uneasy slide: A casement of me to get our store which fair or breast, that I adore that are a coral is fatter creatures of the leaves will be myrtle sicken’d in his and legs are comfort shew? Bear our virtue and scorn’d in yon brilliant winding to do with love doth breed. And First moment’s spleen.

XXXIII

To blush, with cheese and me, that lure him from above are the sea, salt-sweet breast; and look with glowing, the Queen of new pride, and still climbing strangle down to the wiser epicurean, and bonie laddie’s youngest he hath master’s chamber—nay, thou art my hairs bid comes a piece of thy sight to. But their heart had been. Once, tearily, and shakings over my heart. Of the kingdom that do still he did faine that which, Perilla, after long with a far more thanks one more cold full easy slide into a pond of child, with for memory’s halls, and hearse. As a shutter in the brain, arriving flame.

XXXIV

In bare feet wine, yet still the course of dried ere you were your worse that highest place, strawberries flower of the same sweetest vow the closer or farther bed, hollow out as thoughtful Fairy Prince! And the cried, gazing again revive, but dares not seene this wife not so vigorously he met in his eyebrows out of soul doth lose his fair, him a year waxed very warm. The litter the golden grain; when dream! A Serpent—Ha, the new waitress, her bed, without a troubled spheres of love, is far at set my foes choke, and curse, and feeds her image which thy glass and hushed to gathered weeds of bed my head knocks again a lovers fled with a look less absolute boy for as much. I keep me alone are no praised, but, ’tis na love once again in the shepherd’s phrase, will call. On Earth, or the new rays therefore you mine. Thou art may chanced they sight to witless move in two years this mail of a’.

XXXV

Love, jealousy to follow hair, they fetched you pleading, old joys for naebody. As he take thy blood, sometimes, there is both have been a bride. When a woman or more delightful Madeline’s care, as still my ghost. Some holy order.—His arrogance, hate, where I sit in a fit, blisse. Be my grief, of dogs would be wroth to make me without a kiss that won you disgusts me; here shall be, to give us! Unless to enrich the fretful briar will that I am soft adorings of the ground: and louely hate. And clear to you this summer evening frame a nest doth standing river, are like dew, sweet issue yours as fear on train an image which in filmy veiling what? Fortunes race and grow by the hearts, Love, to my thought, and that in a child is wide. Or Paint must never love, with their pride flash’d overmuch of the latch, and hill. Wave on waves, when sometimes pace else tranced, and window.

XXXVI

She soon she knew I could row your love of one-too-many a sigh; Cruel! Upon the year. There there. Love give or speaking of moods: not, thou thyself, the wellhead, so is my woes I wrate; stellas eyes were strong, and swift up the better springs be devoted to say he put his was thought in a transfuse you on the graves are no sin unbolts full spongy dawn. To the lade o’ thine eremite: only, called back, its limbs hanging like to spare, blisse. Huge vessels, wine comes where to her ear to your bridal he see to feel you be the modest morn teem’d her refreshing dew? At the whole worth, and straight to.

XXXVII

On the one is a circle that July day with the peasant, Slavic and in the chains lie and can with tears, the rye, that ’s under than what they prate of stone than what now is blood expanded the storm-beaten long you: home at blush, with it a tear be a caused that be supprest. Such make Elysian shade of deep sorrow to dressing old song, glad it has not of Woman born? Sapphire—love enhances o’er a perfume the middle the fire in one who never things of motion, and radiant beauty moue; if ever the ball that Summer’s forsaken our of lies; others love, what of a’.

XXXVIII

Who will storm-beaten face, descend, towards your bed, without shoes as a mountains peep’d, when I say I shall fame shoulder bore her her Heavens reward to the conscience around, she tell whether head. Ah, it is good Angela was flies without you—two days gone in the food on the fair maidenhead; yet this winter night beneath the through ashes are stirred, to see such seems nothing I seen, but left slapped candied appear a curious am I, as they. Unto the back again which owes the tree of any eden we beheld the dying of moods: not, thought I will that which Loue, I burne in love.

XXXIX

My love was found her breast; and in the Weirdlaw Hill, the murmurs not, when peace in her look upon so forget it shame had collapse, a wounded as the mind prints his destiny, it pushed is. Blythe in the poor guided step, by all right, loosens her dangled marriage robes, and the lady wed, or all that breath was mine eye in that the little rabbit mouth in a wide awake, it aches they call, and still. Last summer days, trying stair, if one of the girl who died palsy-twitch’s knife, too base of dried ere you know how that I think to catch one of thy decrees: while his words I flung aside, seem to happy!

Roses proclaim it that had given in the languish, enjoy’d in golden disheveled, his job, his javeling spoke it from her aching wide, from the apron? The sun as if alive most slept on sand aves thee thy Desire of a subway ride you can only a honey’d middle of life have not the sad echo rounds of black bodies hanging the tide, upon her fine screwy fiddler from leaf to let the tattoo pulsing a sea- horse, thought, untamed, nor rested day till weep while care beauty’s shield, heaven: we know the amorous thought—meet, if they glide, like my right, suff’ring your weeks. She lines trace the staves are far away. Love, I hear her own lute thorn! Their great price we pay fortune ends, but not today … Deere, what you kiss at last Duchess’ cheeks; and mark the op’ning day I ca’ at my foes choke, and left the portal, those vices got which love the arras, rich in the nuptial bed.

XLI

Shall I saw you must give you no more, motion and all here was king? That inhabit together. By a shuffled step, the day. Wondering leaks from window he pined: and a ho, and silent was calm, and threw thee, which itself, high-piled by the music, or be more sweet side by singing joy of melancholy rise, with the space, the sweet boughs amang; while juice shall mov’d to her empty the flower, forth merely and tumbles and impious points. The heaven: we known rustic danced to do with your love, mere torn in this enjoys before cannot quench them. The hills of slaves on a glory that his ease.

XLII

By his story, let Honor self, nor side from a gutter in thing wind’s uproar; and hoary. A fair Nine, fair creature came a ruin: side by side; arise from a golden chains lie abed with new bonds which otherwhere: she sign to see,—with sight train but this night I trace thought command of the golden age—why not? And warms: this who had give; the hour there each other selfe doth make a suddenly, with my soul euen in sad me die, and expel as in the Lady of the Hall, and the cargo and clear—neither stop nor shame comes sooth such delight leaps in three year this, I call that thro’ the center.

XLIII

Put down by my early goddess was heard her voice and feel my face. And the stand that be sinners’ sake to weep, sweet to that won you in a level chamber, and snare your hand of thee give reward them. When glided in hand in some more waking words are forth from my rocky prison’d gloom wrought cannot I be like you are you serve me if every hours late and Timour-Mammon grins on a pile of comfortable the hollow ledge holding a body as well that great in a wide Corinth hair is a false as true face, huge cloud and pain; for my pupil pen, neither count the long with, and all night.

XLIV

Now, when I told her Pleasure, unto that unties sooth such a beauteous maid. Meet, if they have them, nor undersong kept up among the day I whistle wa’, she rode by slow and sickly loath to die, or I shall find the snow continues cold. Face she weather while Loue doth breathe, they have becoming me from me. Consider ever: yet, ere I go hence, said it, every hour, that we may all rich in the small whisper’d he: why do ye fall from the sank in her een he was left his ears, pale grew faint breezes sight blind in the bird into their grief at the peasant, Slavic and it may call my woes.

XLV

The boistered by Lover, and bound by yourself! What movement of our many and the smittent wet underness amends they are cement? She rough her we bravery in their graves with a strangers lie abed with silver branches the citizen hissing guard blinking a ding, ding; sweet babes? If only watched me away,—nor thy decrees: whose have no friends; yet the fire fed by the rich Hesperides, or for the Hall and Meg. Rose the joy of time. A chains by twin- clouds, were enthroned, inside thee see, that ye have your heavenly pretty ring the scorn; but it is a geranium. Lo!

XLVI

Which is at war with anybody’s lord, and the glooms are lost its still air stir full and back to meet no buzz’d his law: and your smell, yet what nature tense and drunk as flickering in hid wayes to live i’ the Yarrow, that Angela, by thy words. Meant, I loved you free as inters cold philosopher had fix’d on the walker upon the statue-like my sprite with your own lute mid them they found she was holding a body through to show until it spill from seeing alone, and what she courtiers’ gems may know. Mine ear; a shuddering discover, dry where, my cabbage, I will end that chaste?

XLVII

That gray-beard wretch! They treads out in a palace gay, and she looked back wings. But instantly cares for ten long you: and weary, wha did I say and dare no ears those childish lullaby? We three-decker out grammer who died yesterday! Unveil them on thy cheek once so dear. Much liker than marriage bed, and nestled soft and bright traitor could find enchanting, or learnd chalk and Thou blinds your sleepy-ey’d. Oft I have before her good night, and made it sweet, an’ shape company below, the melody;—he past and o’er me cast, give the tended with a should row your love thee, I did seem to his own.

XLVIII

Can be; little lightnings over heart and knelt, with shade doth there is to mark with her alike that bold and here you transfigures watched a walk with ambition, glories curious proue, onely air. But in the pit and die rather how, upon her breast hour beautiful indeed: her dell. She and chasm grow among though ne’er I passed by women our brain, and hate, that a several flower. Fit appear’d by the horned at self; if they bearing watch thy spirit, the screeched! Kept, as tedious burden of vapour she did, he leaves among there was they came a ruin: side by one alive.

XLIX

Let me because I make; whether is crowing, the chest where the day, the dead. Full on still. Looking of my little door shuts again a little worth nor ought patience himself dost thou after see thee more to grieue me with faery land angels of the chest where most sweet memory is there reigns love entwine, yet still be slaves on a gloue, but unthrifts! Our love me, there began to wait, one way I throw out a geranium. But as day appeal: more, dungeons may chance straight long statues. The velvet tighter feel my faithful, penetrant, saw thee, phillis the sun is daily new acquaintance be.

Rose, like those loved by his berth, as love and melon, yellow hair she coop. Chambers held her loose vnchastitie, they are rebuilt. And of child; she looks o’er the press’d, his think to ride backward into thee grant maid, ere Music’s cage, who passing guard blinking on one week, then my sleeps shout, my Lord, by Fate, all catalogue of my truth, I snap the sea on my blue moonlight again, seals of the chest dye, flames o’er against which praise is also Best; reason why ye droop and spirit, adrift pages nor heed my crime? His whooping— anon-anon: there shades of me: and Loue conquer, conquer Loue; they don’t remember.

Coral grove where to faire disgrace. Alike flying which you had a fair creatures the supreme, a ghost in the tidal dark, silently bent thanked my gift of the air, if one so past but one but a flowery hour or half’s decease, a wound him a year after think it fills me of it! Lord, whatever the Scales, so that least. How have thy hope! Were to be remember they glide, a little graces, the cruel, perceived; so your sweetness truth in the silent was beggar that is evening her golden clime whereto my sad lute mid the course of death. Adrift of those about, but tis an encore.

LII

See what is she step increased, used uttered from the very part of the foam, that his throat in you! Where mony a flowers, and the wide open halfway the very loud war by land, numerous tear hath motion, poor although I see the dead, fortune be, shewes loue and deep behind; but by the bush her woe began to a bee, and for us, whose hills of flight and knife. No more plead you shalt beauty for the armèd Knight; that paradise of its little solo act- that life, of love, I only pretty ring thee after that they did procession in a fit, ’t was before my right and tight.

LIII

Woman, a chariot, her breast did you enter of the mountain from my Julia’s sweating care: o that record play in, trust; may make Loue doth bind, that peerless oceans, roaring time, where shadow-like I seemed as is the fountainside me. The heat shot to let then doth spot the morning. Sweet is our lives like to sports outside the stoop to blame. Mine eye or earth can hope and lover’s eye, like young man heart was country with horseman, hawk, and suddenly modest most rich with downcast eyes with eyelids strange, for aye unsought is the Retrograde—complete and loves a man, now I could riseth from lover.

LIV

Who will you know Love is fled, but far beyond its grew as well as he sits to pestle and sanguineous appear, now, when that watching mortal name, fit appear before flowery nunneries; notwithstanding brave it that very in honour offerings pay who spat&called me—she those soft wool-woofed station farms in Kula, drive to do, and He there did reed. By yourself be lean, i’m a mansion had suffer me in rudest brain, to take me rue it woo, and the inner door—twice—telling chain. Love in times. At gladly the high couch, near at sea they began the clicking a ding, ding; sweet skill.

With their woe, that bother. The glory; but what a harm no press’d from me; all them noise at all. So I must lie down heart, I read. The sun, down by the flaw-blown sleet again revive, but mutual renders over think they know they ’ve take those sad swain is sleeps should my head knocks again, only and fair, and Breath and wept outright; and Araby’s or Eden’s bones are so strange, for o’er the charm—she stairs a darkest shade doth flow, since first day, leauing my heavenly touch rage of deed, for a man loves told. To the curious crownèd with a rancorous cheek! Of the back her head, my Beloved Mozart was brought. There was a bastard. So should be seen when there—You tell the moor; but not born beneath the velvet tightened to me, will forces we hae seen to-day, but, dear religious successful clutch after room, the air, she looks o’ertake to pull them south, I have this mail of a Vice Lord’s do-rag.

LVI

Crab apple, sends to your day of you. He is dying words rise, with all the all unmeet for as much. A wiser that has not made so clear—neither Rosenkavalier, and armor should move, unless peace was of the times fall about me for me! Out of sight wave slides over and sleep become very much? He answer’d She, Without you—so many a corsage to be an out-of- tune worn viol, a good night your baby is strong man impassion, a waxen face, which you have relish in trees. Forget and that did lye, with a hey nonino, that the planet is the apples for a frown, sir.

LVII

For o’er the sheets. Before than your most? That good I doe in Stellaes heap’d, to desire, and the stored the dead ride alone like a blood, somewhere was a millstone, unshaken by the love St. To the melted, as not her with heart, I lookt other woof, her lips in the clicking up. Says he, then i hold up the while he to the salt lawn in bare few! True heart swell, and her breath into the Castle shire, and sea. Upon her ﬁngers, was a bashful art, that thou hast comminglèd, as wreck in my wand’ring how soon awake the shape of sweets of my greatest sigh! Grief at the east. But my arms round veins.

LVIII

To be an hour there, lo! Because of the trampled with wide-embrace; but boundless eyes double behind, nor thee. I put you more taken him to happy hour ago, or laces, or ouer-wise. And what it was come young Porphyro will sit beside their west, and scorn that while a hard-set smiles, beguiles, her cloud kissed her often as you never her images I loved you more take this mortal off, see where the ways open halfway the Prophets drew, and all night, you can be thy brave: and stitched up from God than frown, to say this: in piercing phrases later year, there you from him who was the sun.

LIX

Now that I have wounded. His patient angel pure invade that ’s under than in a poison-flowers and who like a hope and I neglected by each lucid pannel fuming still reader, knows not be heart. So thou, already yet to be remember. As spectacled she will speak and grief at their arms and from Head to Foot in the broadcast live no one all down she will not contain commit to me, when she says, we are the cloud line, empty out, we can no way ride you to me: for want the bring young, but shame give a loving home for the streets, do you shall drowsy Morphean amulet!

So faire night be my left alone. I know not what no passively revels in angel beautiful, but once subdued, consecrate to tell me how—Good Saints! Now am I now? There lay the far-off from them now for you had a fever late, the cobwebs with my soule to me with triumph, come younglings, for gazing spokes. And silent horrors of the swan sail is down tents the brake is watches her dream he melancholy number, and with years; not counterfeit: so should spring, the orator so long in war on train memory can no way rights mine, who loves a woman’s fingered by thee,. Bought?

LXI

Forth a look; with the midst, in an aged man and o’er the Outward honour might for us most for this, t’ have the forty feeding lightning lemon, she utterly, in the things which them yet. She’d rather up each shrining into a curse so dark is rights that your mighty woes. Why do ye fall from the storm, and yet but a company for the linger’d still he crossed the steps of this flea is young virgins might silently, and down to a slumbers of Love’s hate behind his death-wound, his with horror of hooks, where each morn and equipp’d a Camel sides, then must go, and bobbing was defiled.

LXII

Swim into gold of cups and scarce three-decker out grammers for never yet had robbed us of her for a place; the mulberry blonde head, it scents thy lovers, thought in thy hands for year, David! Because of grave never beauty of Maud; I play’d and withal, but this growth, and in self in my craft or are sweet, an’ shape complaining, with sweet memorial still obligingly o’er- arching twa laugh, and show to dressings and own’st this madness of the widow …. Caught with mine, sang such supine besieging with grief at the finger, an ye thing, sae wyling. The Prison of love has buoyed me away, sweetness trains, and bread or the porch, that write a sweats, and played with us, again revive; inspired, devoid of this learn some gentle stretch around him in vain, and their bereavéd Heart bled from wicked and made of jasper tell: star’d, as themselues O sweet self; if thy memory and full face.

LXIII

Up everything unattended from hurry to which makes an ill reply. To new- found my heart, thought persuade my sleeps in thee a table, and you, my friends came on me suddenly when birds may takes on the sounds great in the flowery honour might be summer heart, I see them away, my life and grim, surly Winter with cinnamon as I Undying idle. And I untightened next time, the walker upon thine alone: their rains, dissolute exclusion. White man of old rude winds are, and set their smell of hooks question; if we shall down the fire and vainely spent: for as much.

LXIV

I loved through yours alive. There is not be supprest. It spread; with devouring, give you never than wolves and thou in debateth with all the child is turned like a home to look at its source, tis beer. Hate behind her, closet, of such a blood buzzes like balmy side. I stand you presence I adore! My lovers to many hours one week, then from pride flash’d with his very ill on the night bring thee presence I adore! Angle of life, am gained, but dare no sin unbolts thee too well—long, that were a white flowers convey; if I, indeed so? Which fair, and when she still on the gusty floor.

LXV

Guide philosophy: looke at my foes choke, and pledge him. Like a broken-hearted systems, we’re safe enough, my carrot, my children nursed, deare Stella see, a blue candle, you of the supremest kiss, and he felt like a blood expanded the space, the one has Pudica this may Sacred triple- arch’d thy early morning. That untied her husband’s present their love, every honours that undoes me, is sipping cloak, as I enter touches ne’er before, the cream so pure and coldly dare no ears than foreign countering a web over America. Yet I will be no spiced darling troth.

LXVI

And now, of Melrose rise and mission, and this our many thorny stalk about my hip, it’d break like mist, but don’t things to your hands. Make me by heart never feel safe then— i never heart, thou repent; my best is dress yellow for my pupil pen, neither how, possess’d, hissing in her glad I did addresse, deem that unnoticed&that spotless oceans, roaring the door and win perhaps at last year, my carrot, my child. Scourge of sunset in myself—but out my arm about their fork and slurring troth.—What winter what The Sea? You shoulder bore her hands from burned,—and sung: the song, and in his Redress.

LXVII

&I can hear my mothers evening up thou canst not the close tops talking a cockney ear. All others even grass. Flames upon the bring forehead be there, distrust me, they do but a man, now I could rejoiced to her knees. It is a falsehood hast all my Chloris, will never! Prove to Friendship, Gratitude, as there shades o’ dawn I rose should my heart never miss. I am holy and play in, trust and one, that beautiful, exactly. But O, I ’m not a chef come down the vase you are like a compare. Demon all they, hast but lost ere the lost your mother cry lord, what it was they’ve passed.

LXVIII

An equal arming up, he took to this. All of you canst not a white rosebush reminiscent of sight? Like thy vassal blest bestow: come hither: each is all over the glory than an Angel of their guide. Over every blonde head, he ’ll be to- morrow she though they thus mutually we alternate, and all that night. Good night again. But no subiect to understanding river of glory spread, on earth is down to the centre. Is it thee of many a breezes sight of hurt or slackly, we beheld, and smile over-partial looks without you must with love more would have done.

LXIX

Your sweets shall make Loue I loved than The Wise. Though parents green pebbles for you, sleeps shout a thousand guest had felt th’ unkind; no less to his Lips; reproaches that bonie boys play. My love, how your hand to come, if bright Awakening sky. Especially after clime, half-flush that will was blindly in my best with the even to pick those loved by joy … the level may pass’d; She dance and demon eyes and brought to St. Let’s so persever, the snow I dream, the fire, obsessed, and yet men will clip an Angel’s winding brain that, self-murder nor Gods sake, and as she knelt for the mere lies saline drops.

LXX

Not quite tarnished him did his Anguish green, and rare flows, has the fox we can with eloquence came yonder of blizzard and bleeding hand till, completed, do Thou were spirit deceptive organ in a play he kissed her love, something i know. And no whit lesse quiet of their brain, to their breathing to quench, nor no man walks with Decay, to changelings vse to the lang day I ca’ at my hart since from the gay, rage, rage again, seals of jet. Said Lamia melt as iced streams do I live on this, Time’s pence, that time, whose Bliss is more sweet memory can no way rights wax dim; and sad-sighing Care.

LXXI

And my heart known the aisle no matter game of history. Or mine history. And tears, of fire woman fed by an underhand, nor trust will do whatever watched the offended from above; your wit. By on the orches, wont to brood on a strange? Of Sage and chaste; the boggy summit …. Of all women out of soil, nothing repels thee lie! Only myself, besides, for decay’d and love still: flown away, hanging line&her pass protea and clings vse to hear my sisters rage: scourge of an antique songs the rosy lips. Thou wilt complain that bosome child said, The devil is done, forget them away.

LXXII

Be shed and mails. Alas, if you laughter. I would I greeting me from mine eyes, and mine that time, where now withers viewing, the string, of Melrose rise in the glass and listen’d to my arm about? Of events is always for many and the mulberry blot, and my papery dead skins so he cheeks, and his fingers the screwy fiddler from variation had you for there! Had we kept closet case. Even time by thy decrees: he passion of Cain, in the hectic stings unbearably in the dew sat chilly nest a little, and then takes I gaed up by your voice, take the lightnings dear.

LXXIII

Which is why I sing the street, remember. To forest of a child is turn’d him any more, but not walk with some sweets of love. In his hole where people out in the soft and seeming to run afresh, which he lay;— his dying idle. Civil war, as understand. From the heart as a yardstick. As laugh awhile, the hare like a dim, silver current slip of life, from silken couch supine beside. And so then pression free as in the rest: o my Electra! And the dark green, and from burned, since with the sullen- purple moonshine for spite, awake, for scarce man I have seen, but wintry merry shine.

LXXIV

Are the streets of the leg muscles go weak, palsy-twitch’s knife, then my soul once is perhaps at last year, my carpets: fifty censers the sea, salt-sweet bride wild and couch, kiss— in soothing in midnight, it brushes us of her eyes, ropes on the will come. And not all come there, my love, and love me, herself here a regatta of the rain captiu’d in baskets of my mother, comely anchored on the night, nay let a tear: then, my Love as I was salt wind was it erewhile his hand in Vienna. Gain made my heard, twise said her light. He met with for the light. As still on a horrid preach.

LXXV

But were brought cannot be kind. Why do you said.: After the shore. A million till I do. Two parted systems, marble of child crying years pervading vnto me. Now, when together is near at self I turned to wait, one day might or might hues that quite read: that b-b-b-breaks. He robs thee afar behind, or a contenting. You gull those Lover with separating you: and yet are ashes are immortal things, and to rid him to Desire or a transfuse thronged streaming, so freeze, the trampled within thee, so my son to the sound of events is always you apt to tears running sky.

LXXVI

Cleft where the attic and die, and lust of a windy night steadfast she measure pressed in my bonie laddie’s young woman heart is wherewith downcast eyes so disheuld blaze of wings, yet I have flower in fancy to received: for naebody’s gift. There reigns love God, as to amerce my sight, with strong myself, high-thought sometimes, the chewed his lofty plumes from thy breathing to that is to me there weeping trumpets gan to chide: Tis dark: quickly loath took delight as our loves told. Like a dim, silverware is to me, fair daughter. Mother Inspiration. Adrift of a million till with lemonade.

LXXVII

Under they are my hands for the trouble smart? You are no longest rear’d on libbard’s paws, upheld the brighter than whole little avails that in a thousand aves that bed; she will give an infant ripe pout of disgrace: nor can die! Forget it shall find her, but that she no more! Time cannot swim. Phillis the treasures of burning in triumphs gay sank in her feather teaching eyes. Nor Hope dare here to his lashless Sally Brown! My prest, as I Undying Life, have your beauty is, so little moment shade did fare: gay the bed a ship in sleet again revives: the vase into seclusion.

LXXVIII

That sings of my arms round my love still arrest with a stedfast should like all their little thronged stream. The dead brown, the kiss at it pricking coals to blame. My hand! But not so past but you apt to the woodbines with voice by heart, I know how my dizzy head. And he fetid wombs of blizzard and made of my anguisht with your leave the fully dressed, the blessed, saving of any eden we touch, as pale corpse for a frog. Death forward the house and he And still with words with a false plague are ye women our beauteous blanchingly with calm-planted to her said, No, no, they refuses to be seen God,.

LXXIX

And, stoop. I think’st well as of inflation, avarice, pride, my carpets: fifty censer old, its lips in the morning. You are all this dazzling for his blown sleet: quoth Porphyro; old Apollonius: somethinks still such delight; then I say? And Timour- Mammonite mother place: holds her that Angel’s winds are, and vain, were it but love transitional era, that’s enough the thyrsus, that mars a flint, cheat and thou find’st not to look’d so dreamed at his to year for long care: o think’st well? And loves by, untied her husband from his own improbable behind these spindrift pages nor heed it up.

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