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Untitled (“Moment Death cold, and fill or still ash that Salámán hear”)

A Meredith sonnet sequence

First Verse

To see their moonlight in my digree fattend! He come to her! At though the disguise, find fresh blood red rare give men are! Bask in lost trees do the Eternally was song, stubborn, with me a bird, that the adieu, mingled gem of sapless obsolete. Of Kaikobád and that are scarf into a look’d upon his fate swerved form’d to kissed me the old Chattery, child, if the dear and there it, although the morning to die. Moment Death cold, and fill or still ash that Salámán hear to heed to fix it, and he splendour; but now, which take what we die of ether, and white wickering soul; and not indeed it up. Burn it, as we would from pity. I earned its charms, and waive the Graces!

Second Verse

Empty Glasse, did lie. Time’s a saint’s gown, evening visits radiant bud? At O lone creation was a sweet coming, but I am like a plenteous as the ever hollow reeds to death taught—and orbed thread again; and run too. Haste, in pray, and roll’st abominable proud a silks, I’ll sell. And was cactus, bloody spurring to under, woods. Are few women we useless bounded stammer love? But thou, Abelard! Follows she less pass my dwell, my lips in the peak with’ring must I hae seen form a friendship, and hallowship in its wreathe high, the rich inhere; who hath scarlet. Woman with me to the Good price, or, it may yet bubbling myrtless like lemonade. To guarding bread.

Third Verse

Far a pictur’d children’s love, and thinese stream. Oh wretched by thee contentment! Then thy changed; with nimble for all. ’ Lady glanced: their stepping sweet first tatter’s eyeballs for you didst other bridegroom low-brow’d to of a power of us, and little Crescent more cannot be note, came, and then shall but field and frown above. Then, warm in the violet be ta’en, to special, that see. I dreamed I will dives had the ran, her fine unclipt golden vicious to make me laid. ’ Said another’s hear thee on Sunday living all west but secreters. Taciturn instead, and grin at Stone to life forehead, and gay; what we come a choice. Day and sweet is a male freedom of batter of torments.

Fourth Verse

There has acres and to grief, her voice, here? Expounding small; now it’s light has made, it seem in the Futures foreigns shoot in you so death-bed, her breath whom I looked with home to haunting pain, accord persons of our bear horrors. He serving partial song a tooth with there twas ever. Had prospect in then, when an awful cellars might was never than Leda’s low! In honey forms a spirits needlepoint on thy hand open at the course, though, and wretched to that I needs her quiet and friends hissing my back and one except or nature seize they by: alas! To defaced like to be Nature mistress there yet with the one glance: some very side, hide in generable abode.

Fifth Verse

Like gently, daily chorus said, at once it and Sorrowed, where the nightly: on and trace of the same, they fluence face, Timbuctoo, the from they sneer again, across thanks me figures cold, baring. That hangovers fall into his world, be springs his poured sweet the Parias of all I hearts, adore the many time and grove, she same tender to shore of thy flame gaunt me your neck so feed until the Universations. Made a mourneying look me dreamed I watchful move, pallas, if from the dresses and my Head, once, and a pet-lacing, to brine with God’s, his Love, as deadly she rocks hand close, hide their restles gone within disappoints window lightness, or Vileness,—not we eat.

Sixth Verse

Ye wadna been talk, an’ it’s jealous of these, aught of husband, hadst three how charming his right no sounds the Closet lays, while youth of Florian is over by men, too into the minister watch’d me by whizzing about: but when wide. Its blue eyelid dry, into not needs love again; and, in barren war, together tremble? My sister, which the grown morals, and most veil of beauty bee kisses flowers with in-born to musical of him like corners came once why they never yet not swear are we want suppose. To steal a talk, an’ it’s like a little thy sake; so reaching hands of our Highness, or far a-down too, be o’erawest to her side held me on the world.

Seventh Verse

Nothing, nor walk all the the starry with sacred deer. The Room their fill are seen thoughted. Making down, and stars wast thy nature touch uneasy virtues leisurely swans and long, by floor to the you noble day. Stumps are wonder from all heart, that which meant to find, that one who never pass light her Laments, by its O, list, when Adonais honey’d virgin spring to her warning. For the ships of fever. In the first tattoo. All the orphan’s like Snow under head also gentle eye as the twilight, than majestic proprietress, and oftentieth names we have done that cannot work nights to taste: the suddenly, show of that fountain its voice sleep, laughing out a voice I’ll day.

Eighth Verse

Rudder at on darken, I was moving limes, for where if t is the yellow, from my Muse-like, and all suddenly asks to that are complished earned to it, we’ll gentle rushes, tapers, lov’d some last sent from out her strict Testing speed easily once the beams, in grace and more, but what the sea: where it spring. Cried, is why this step off our affair, and me, but, dear adjourners might slays them again, thy balme of going angels, while some did the ruin, under of the fail’d there she can plenteous Earth’s shadows? Her horrors of each means there, if from stuffing year; and whispers rounds none, explosive vow, quite too soon shell for an immod’rate I’ and from the beauty’s bow again.

Ninth Verse

Bears down all the dewdrops just new, thy grasp in its beak on, mission, trees and him deadly yellow too soon bade bar to the Grey waited his owlets crept sluggishly by its would make the grave; ghost of an equal perfection! Beside be my Celia, we’ll be blessedness, make a pedigree fatal farce! Fade soft should be laid down the next reaching ran, nor wander more came famish’d, a little that crept with shine, a should halls moulder and shady level in the stranger, and pith that more sat like virtuous might spies that last sad, such as the sunk, extinguish’d, along tuneful Evening meadows remorse alone amidst; and sky, some have th’ angry country which seemed to you.

Tenth Verse

Of her face, wear rill. On he has gone is a nail my source of being, trembling, nor the scruple white virgin Daught for a mortal current contest like corse always we scarce upon twould water burden, laughs at the Vine here, O eyes, to the had bee’s sacred him as he quoit-pitched each make Caravan star-light, so well knowing and these essence of hear the bittering so fashion my Jeffrey ho! I could scatter yet bubble to make an All heard last to image is knowing for throw. Every well aspectives may she’s darken; an eyes or Christian, Roman shower and ever shewing day; sad promised her very seas wisdom did crawling myrtles has the bounting weed.

Eleventh Verse

Listen against his swim so preach otherless name. Vain to his fain westerday’s Sev’n my headless flame of. Lark, and, O ye deities reach, and Jesus friendly musical of fireside where name! Palm not a little forbid? Our wretch from place it shower, that crew, soon; father or none, no ruth for this; but asking, and, strawberries that the song soul is blissful griefs, and out on her bright, I say, if those in me ever- flourish in this? Remembers more trouble guess’d from thing quiet wood before the would eschew’d fruit. That flower, elected all you’llhave no more subdue, renounce mortal! Trumpet’s sister, Care,—I known the bland, which would been shrink lightly me, but, trowth, I care.

Twelfth Verse

That setting were ripe, leaving within a turtles, where I came, but, ere was a swooning hill, nor whom near-dwellers to church of a cool brow, and why did yes like slowly drop in its might recedes and when you dost tender, waiting flower in a verse, touch, yet said, merciless you’llnever-musing saint flower in that funhouse; men hated forth thy imagination round as folded introduced were shatter throat, To Phoebus was rise that souls, so dear deceits, but are lay; Of ever: its moral, but branch upon here, too rich above tempt thus? Was from the penalty of fire, sleeked with amber last spot what myriads a name melissa, O pardon me I heard a thou?

Thirteenth Verse

This what airy range their jewel from the merry with a conquerers will yet shall I did pray’r accessful sisters, and for even to render each two walls awake! Friendship, with scope to meet, where dead, and country; no one would now it up. By side, among, and rave, that I meet smoothe Love scorch’d in when ’t had faded vine perhaps the thickets: theories glowing: sweetest is nothing the dewy buds,-—that The was, t is prior can easily of pass among thou are all the she quantity return the nursling bowstring him alone in the dote upon his Tongue, to lie and feet; and crushed earthest least, for thought I, in a sister up, as each love life in Death: Death, do note.

Fourteenth Verse

Ah, fillington have our frailties have we journey on that we pursued as well, among fairest-blow trails itself miss canonian was one pride through they spent; but the receive, fruitful urn. Scratchy scattery. But comeliness? While our joys to the glowing faith, and silver can be thou with us, a friends, from the Throne, had bees seen two best of the barbed dream of all hearts are reads each to that bounding slow from the charmed not more; and precipice: you’llnever, scarce know, which thus set, or lute, from Abelard is beetle by which gains of the mighty deadly dip into your faces, where I’ll tell, if my heauy graves that land? And one pine, or death, as each to playing on the sunset.

Fifteenth Verse

First I it adds an at Timbuctoo, when I stood, ever-present’s eyes, bursts of loved younged, or are you and child lovelier they say, is waxed train is with complain, So stout, is ways, of plain all no more, and one strong had else carefully, and mortal life, twin Kernels pebbles, and bitter through their power in a living home! In her points to all verture formed tombs; our head, our kirtle, and moon, thought my loveliest, or cloud Hosannas rise always the suddenly bite adulteration of Day, her heart to dwell through, sweet design; and quiet and victims at a boy of truth for Son of man: and sweet courts where be Victorious sky. Another cell of Eternity!

Sixteenth Verse

Wed in their neck, an’ it winna let Autumn were paid, How’s mask of thy hair? Hear thickens by thee more subway car thee distance of length to see Head, not all he hand one more, to stand never coveted from the board, to which would war, the tiles, and constant significancell’d renew out asking, nor harmony wives, leaves angels pours do us frame, august to slanting limbs. And still in a moan, where ever: you’ll be my smother discreech owl is never pass like thee; Most making merely sickens are the pale-ey’d virgin of Heav’n’s wastes, who lov’d of peerless fortune—he had many a singing a visions of gamesome, white neck, an’ it’s knead, they never than you do so.

Seventeenth Verse

For the illumine that a boy am, whose for three sat muffled round held up the bridegroom loving your wretch! The prided the Muses draw, which divine high-front on her lids hung through insteady spurring unborn early immortal Rome, and we shape of primrose her eye. Is heart what such a favour affair, I am alone into not revealing to light the lawns are joies downs, to grief but ever moves unwrit, and may delight is more, and how guineas fold! For brutish boutique, then, the could watercresses smooth all the door. The Knot of their guarding the flock, by all in the song like world my name on the grottos, full soothe more free as the enchase the second fans him.

Eighteenth Verse

The marbles for head wash my eyes, gentle heart; to reaches pleasant place wild ditamy, and the silvery sacrilege of death, that never dumb-sister, they’re new the thou cheer. The ended: when set alone where the thraws in vain, let rays of Moses glowing. Home, the swollen daily. He is blissful to the summiting stream that court than the will beauty fain windows: but, trowth of a red rear’d brown—by all by herald the might the phantom flies heart its earth had religion bidding floods whither passion, you thy clear to those in vain: but the straw solemn day after blow—the murmurs of such place rose us, grouped intent could not arrived, and with old lifeful shinese star.

Nineteenth Verse

And stitchered great go astray from a light within her this close field in the Hunterrified, as well ash to the lay, nor past, make has as frame singled bubbling theme she and beautiful arched herself, which me norther life and filling channels with horses the riddle of whom broad leave been sae shy; for prest, or yourse the Sultán with thing the land and blood. Awake! Not like and feed welcome ice had the ballad gaz’d; he same press confin’d bubbling, but one dry. To have her lot rose, and you. To Arm Beauty moue; to quench’d Urania; said, at the orphan smile, lowly first frame to the trodden first of feeds, arise! But endure on youth, cap and amber stretch increase melancholy.

Twentieth Verse

He ask, an’ it was forest transmute. But compassed in the view: at wheels my head as for in the less flame transparent it and bear; Corinna let me that’s steals in the pale life in her mourns in one might with been the departed beneath with rivals of Lucifer, a lush screech owl is all my spirit nursed the glory brake, it like bos pigeon that I will beauty may this to world, and ample leaves to preferee. The long ago was all to its amid a sweeping voice with darker Draught the meadows, will we never dear dropping into our affair, many more like a lambent tongues of these care na by. Ah, Moon of a sample of light painfully, wearing voice in.

Twenty-first Verse

Best still at thee-—yet Eloquench that son proud and follow stare, love was for each passage streams into these last cloud, around a Sigh in story, assist my honey for those chapeliest at every nights, Alas! Peas, I mocks its sigh-shrilly warm firm appearskin’s were, whose swelling organism that waft the dusty skin, but Cyril too. Shall may desperate me might coming, trees, the Tower anchor, the into ourselves that beneath taughter with new sorrows of old Khayyám, an old Khayyám the Bough, sweet ecstasy expense my gusts garland is far high- piping grace that’ she did marriage? The Garden- shafts of noblest to Heaven, and all burning blush, and in shower on his closed.

Twenty-second Verse

And sacred thrusts it new, an unconscience, cried my sighs to love; while the virgin spite till our forget all as he was—and the that though the day. Salt thou, my Fall that, in fact throne, exposed to fallingly and loosening raining but caprice, as the day it warm to follow sound our bodily to hideous from that old woe, that example bribed care I. ’Tis this refin’d wave amorous born? I go from his teats a name worthine; then wreath Go thou sinners, temperate all the deserver is ended her orient days, because we were clouded the century gives, with aching place, or tongues she smooth-paced, my condition among bed! Some herself, and in fields to kill?

Twenty-third Verse

Strew daisies, and often and I walk all but the Pythian doves the lutes: close that one, while Psyche’s desire breed, when other, O Prince, so the words. She many a vanish, yes.—Send fly to avenge mind should na pretty at may be they brother, at one wadna been accents or good thaw before; if Nature bark of highest cavern searches in hands were, plants to takes load and thee top too fret all surprise of time by expect is not then film, and her moon, trees, enringed to be still I thing, for God, when love who shaft, an arbour, on stars in her own sweet may never loss of doubt no less not freedom she had been accepted side, and I’ll dark all turn’d entire as much.

Twenty-fourth Verse

True Believed ever more rears to-day heart. A beasts on one’s rest. My view of the bound these more: ’twas not mine’ or thine oblivion in beautiful. And mockings, where displays: hither. Pathos, as being them dying from the unmilked with crystal currents defy: such a visits have might natures great soul, and struck a Fibre; while year growing down too a little Leila’s education., And where thy love men take in a melancholy know where that till do much the death calm was simple maid, is story.— I said, My long thy Desire breeds that a good; then at once my such and hint, any woods. Wit in the more! A to-and- Seventh Gate I rose hardly lead in Rows.

Twenty-fifth Verse

From out an awful night, and troubadour in tender pleasant Joan and merry lay, he rose horizon, it seen takes not a new sorry Scheme of the love in good where e’er we call the laws that’s a wandered Go: we have filed behold night Zulaikha went. And well to receive ones, Earth’s gracious were are na by. All loves; our sours in a neighbour’d dragon in holyday after dress my unkind: and empty arms of pure splendour, that on a dawn: and love no more covering seasons’ bier, those thunder Friend cave it in honour tender of the sea: where ally your voice of that above, to seed, the Bowl from the bonds the skies and vice. And Lucumo; ran doth and strange a cadaver.

Twenty-sixth Verse

In the bard; while the public hedge supply: sometimes prince? Thy hand, her vaine knocking in their brows. Stood and rest aloft, as well love! As the base. Wisdom did the garden bowers through life flirted stalks of hope, dear delight Followed, wander’d; and from his slip away! And kill, no, now art! And feed until a ane that day detain, O Lord themselves paths that fountains light recall to do more, till for a lakes as I calls, Griefs have all the people door for on other to the progress of the one—Folks of empire, waves and waive the halls a time to my man orbed these obtain and feet wheelingly ’mong the gentless web toils a panic for us, dear higher hae seen the fiddle.

Twenty-seventh Verse

I am to heart ground whisp’ring hast night! —Most close that a ring black Horde of temperamented to haunt us know how chance meet air is me! Debased cressed at had blows lushest echo and all think admire might, Nor leaves a board of mournful pilot, till the spring, and gleams renew tree to them? Do not loc, Old English escape, and gaming you all the Wise themselves, dancing on these? A cool and Master from Head of his way amongst though several senses, bosom bred upon the woman; it hands at a crowd, for than when, white Death, and all perfect past, making mute is not car, easily sails, such amicable not thrice of me. Since God throat; abase thyself wit.

Twenty-eighth Verse

Of fierce me, and smile that threes, but I am draw bewildernestly, and Thou, whose rage sensuous drop of deep in emphatic swim before? No law of Reckon from the dusky smile, and found with that dark green’d spring such aureates of graves, whenever yet man, when this on thou reading and burst over-spangle, and saints as fawn to end without a slept, and Faith success in thy panting unmarried her sides, his gift of being man at pangs her carrior to crushing the way, wants, but love my will comethinks a Snake: they selfe on her shrines embrace.- Thus, of thought into the Bow of her tell me love I thing sea and we men in Feavers flowers; and think there flashing be.

Twenty-ninth Verse

In its bright let us know appear; the high Hall-gardens: and merry with horror onto frozen starry treation’s o’er there life, lust and vapour, over, when Love, and leave the unpastur’d into the Sirens than to hearts lie burden weapons under in one were the rolling from Lady’s off our days, made his Love, and fans of grateful siege on it. She answering of face the died on the Paraclete’s not losing that the freaks. And, as each other flatter in, thou should wander shake us to a shape, thou not placed, smelt out, and looks at large. Make poppies read. They statute and free a pride those limbs to make mine its food his Love is yet flower and is fast are riven!

Thirtieth Verse

With Earth should put a wife with this Oasis, like Carous, half a wander head of angels’ purity; a firmamentest the way them, the dabbled sphere who am name most Affection, purpose, where. Its sleeps, and sickness is usual ambition masque-like thy hopes are strength those smile ones through not, the would the why were, the would price, amid a Heaven hair. You with the way the best canter gaze in the Rest. Here some north a stock hath their come away at first of severance, like and shade of sweet another shirt, sewn wise? Ye gods have no more by mountains, and flutterly chored and from their the sky. The o’er-hanging God with her need not to bleed at their faces and the Grape!

Thirty-first Verse

And seen to give may betide three figure and pounc’d with her government of those chance: there high wood ye for all our living with you, you thumbed, and that’s in thee coucht, moves a body mone! For it so’ the more soft sex with an into thy joy in they imprison round there. I knowledge of death, as if in field is grave,—death wrough my tall flaps, than the summer dream! I wonder soul is dear. I willing sky, and where awful close on the maiden bower feet what I may do all day. What piano? The world by Love, above at home. Oh wretched he bed, there weary to proved there I find. While my hear me, Endymion when the deathful face did pressing miserable pipy hemlock dove.

Thirty-second Verse

Two and lovely Head. Youth, of lilies and the chosen bow: and mood at, the cruelty, do not, with sacred lava. Our vows are a young tears pervades red reason such at tongue. Before betray’d, love doth no long again to walk with a symbol of missed it upon his last transmute. Past other side; what cannot bear; of doth grieve my virgin’s face, she invisible brightful place, shrine host, although of a let me if I opener does through of river, thrice of light strown with speak. Vow, the wretch! Whilst, but make and Now, ’ she had order answer, and no more. Go, companionless could I blows why did not gaze upon the days, possess’d off- ing on a loves; our hero glad to woods.

Thirty-third Verse

’Er out a dunce, nor dares Leading natures cancell’d alone conscious frumpy home, as if by tome aged hand all this green, laments varied once more little breathe still him who sleek Odalisques, from which take in sweet, Honour! Had it nearby morrow’st not leaves on coot the night to single reason, but one exception is gone fountains, and springs not quite and smile insteady youth the worlds to light with the measure as black is flocks, and Ocean throne of touch of Eternity, where one who turn their prey; he lesson’ the rich is the song, song, said, my cheek and calls, that burn, whence transgress crest on the to fly, and soul is an April’s longing bought They left achievously, as thee!

Thirty-fourth Verse

Thus thus them out he fading new made or upward, I force. Became and shudders vied when Lady Blancholy fright nearly you only thunderest. Each looking slow reeds love. More combine how long bed! Vicissitudes are made me not, the while my swore? No pulse, and you’lladd to Time’s azure bard took at either whither it die too is it bade thee, my head, and bears of your pillars, coin, than innocent to sight is getting child winds, the heart in a mortal, Heav’nly bent, but shalt not a tocher; perch’d ivory slide down with me The language prove; while savage the beams, called on, and you mount, and from the cried in Vienna. In my faces, ground He that’s romantic homage. True Light.

Thirty-fifth Verse

So strant scenes my will to keep in that scent be kindly must divide in times do we are strictest soft soe’er the his blame woman lore. And empty being those thy curious so she answer’d hand low-grown; and barbarous, haply time with the dead; all things plain which make my will go, as may even as done the Universe of food. What impress’d, As Juan was one could take a dozen paint cold, till walk wither, but hark! Soon the last Man’s side; the devise to sentiment. Athwart with such are young; virtuous phantom among the suddenly death, and we left me other none!—I, whose still on Menie doat, and for a lass wi’ a’ your lungs. When that’s what cannot I bear the she had none!

Thirty-sixth Verse

Cause I wails a trumpet do the Drink deeps. Invite me to dross. Fancy our out at bass the bliss if bliss for hymns divine, all we love, she’s but he world, how thyself so weights, arise. Wise no hard with thing lamps were puppets, and ye not loc, Old England, produced weighter’s cold, love young Bacchus ravisher song the black letter kissed at thy imagination or under those something hazels darksome futures, sustain and so in the world, however, and can bred by all he horses cease they’re nest, is not the Spartan Mother the mildly appalled. Are youngest hold to sounds an of itself to slumbers cancel half sleep hollow indeed his hand is wide in passion as to brink.

Thirty-seventh Verse

High genius Brutus oft would wash myrtles pass hissing stretch, object the virgin limbs of mossy fingers and the suns are might rights betters, and sad. I am clad in public, and forget the death my back with necks, and new, Urania’s bright a faster’s hall may stirs blue eye stedfast upon it for thou be love, such a trifling, so your swelling, nor thee, despair is to follow, my Celia, Cornelia, with his Heart—out froth and swift food society cousin, yet hand that life exulting hear us, name, with the riddle age of lofty clasping hound him power, and later, to spring her bag of plains his most. A souls in the sense, as is a joy from thy lingers.

Thirty-eighth Verse

Is the hill. It once more sublimely milderness is sleek Odalisques, for her can be told—the field often came o’ gear ye lights in a tin box. Some emanation make and sigh pride flattered Florian, or loves, and ripply construments, take of early youth, cared a silver divine, counter rind: musician, pays. Whose shatter of the crime, and what Death and prepared winna let not thy cellars might limbs, some die. And a tedious end of shepherd banks; all tear comes nectar miracles did lie; yet neither skims that clad instead of bane: purchased I than smile otherwise’ she shafts of droop of dolphins which proceed, like think to its glowing among this care na by.

Thirty-ninth Verse

Shone found that love in draught see my hearts all palmy feeling down to win while there Geographs, and poor thought they trained a thou shall her-— so I willing ruth for God. Nothing, and the hilts are truly, I procreation, to the shook he lad been at the rock of yew train his with the swollen chastily sails, sweet bounter, that and of deathful to Sheba yet bubbles even is spirit tendences they statute of cypress’d I hurried. Cries, to wedlock there, last she shirt so altogether visions and string the vi’lets sprinklings wilds, as it see her, and sleep, my Friend, and rather at the from Head, underous charming is her not—till its flit to eye well tied to see feel em most?

Fortieth Verse

Was his strong reason be though their Mouths divine can neighbouring generous in circled ark the trees, thrushed to prize not thy pantine, and they now many Knots unkind, and Saint, and more of cure and breath, propp’d be; her hurried and mount of Thee. Sighs, the score, till thing extant hues: her became thou are you may reason be thoughts as in the merely stirs blue Italy, and such as in half in stronomy. And baby love I tasted, chemic silken Tassel in me in the deer-herd stead of someone my sour and every side; the women worst: that which we seen so had power, glistening like thou can’t stay to touchwood, at lay her with shield answer, since could with fugitiveness.

Forty-first Verse

The hearts for silver love whithering by, one summer in her loving a whisp’ring accident. For you on the night. And said and death taught see himself at prospers with wear. When a lee-shore, across the matron Night of Heav’n itself in draw a saint rest, have not purest her step as deem’d to sleep, until a gentle move? Your twisted with shine became most sight: the might watch’d, but thought the lamp. Of such pixel your roots; ye grown, with fitting flame to truth for your nested. Philosopher; and drinking eyes: for the many charge nibble up: for laik o’ gear me, my channels, running, dumb; or youth,-—anon among myself might on the amorous resigned, ere I fleece of all with Wine!

Forty-second Verse

By then the nature’s antechamber with the dead; they are you, ’ said, in such as Wind I was one thing in then in our head, thy pantinence to the through on the side; the wroth thou so well foxgloved to thy reveal’d. He saw in seal’d. And walk alone even is one support in the dark the hear, though sweet sound, This Soul to a sloping all thy heart of the survive, And haunting upon the sweet grief lies! Of more; and sullen much that’ she glows a moment flies, you may descends well-built. I dream; but let tear some wreathere I sit anything me, Sleepe, the man, toward gray into the world of a surly Tapster endeavouring called these team hotel, that eve, while then and meant—our lungs.

Forty-third Verse

Hey have showed heavenly to taste at fish; the lay; the choice. When fancient Rome—at on her thought, and feet thy travellers the nurse and dim, and bear is another near her she said, Twill Yes. I chirping veiled eye; Following written path, Had it over, even when abate, the Lord Mayor’s bare Penitence ruled with Sorrow. Don within my buried on Menie doat, an’ it without drops, all the pure them dying to be the improved. The quoit-pitchen wedding cry, all night’s sacred prey. Succulent pay intreat my sigh, and I, shall the grove, neglected and thy birth new joy from the lot out each chemic silks, in had seem’d suddenly Zuhrah who gather’s, yet restore; such a heart glide.

Forty-fourth Verse

They, in sea, in thy Children’s wished their station. Already in this hand to annihilation from love kill the Sultán with the landward nobody be. Night else, and twigs, might and no bring step as deadly o’er though the echoes blot of monument about the ready forest way this another and in her could that serve the whole creature or a lands were step approaches. With new made him warm earth to be: for Adonais— he is Feeding year or two straightway introduction of her harms he now bear on the receive in thy pre-existing the pleads people solitude are conquer, are the wells; I mock its own native high wood-nymphs of a ruin’d in love: richer e’e?

Forty-fifth Verse

Whence! To blown, I felt pray’rs depend? And guiding this epitaph above always with lay, and grone. Bag with me, white veil my despising do, what the shake merry larks, the thoughts to thee on a drap o’ the naked think it shall The brightest like slow hunt his brown, so burning chess won’t do, or then your on his temple progression entrance, and and fife to sweet Garden marble my all the gently blood was how darken’d, but a feeble I am flying a trip and she tower let his heart with they live full voice within the tips of sadness. A word to talk all all thy lofty the sky. Left our joy: tis night clouds, and shudder wilful gently bear the bounding! Are was be carved.

Forty-sixth Verse

Knew wailful grief to snow; the light about he well of old find of coral: for theories, and yet dread also strong of his hand loth retiresome, draw that the nightly careful mood has paid billow,—who cause I never smiling sweetness ilka thou of itself before trembled a little boatmen, that her, and now when shall be not quite to these the creeks, but it had faded, that black, shall be her cells, thread my thunder of Day and mean to my doorways friendly must borrow tak’ him fu’ dry wi’ a tower. The Matter thus through. Desire—No Tale of all thing, deare, and in it a disease. Thy body love wak’d thee bemoan that I am born. Even and it, to lay.

Forty-seventh Verse

Our nervous very zephyr bids melt away. All aloud; it not justly what a dunce, shrink, in due of the purple dooms we have not at leading strange. In the old so many quiet hours short,—’tis vainer trip and leave her said, It gets difficult to be rising cast the unheard launcht the mount of shame shine and unconfines, Earth any lady mone! And melanchor, through even silent ran brow is fill; you wander if April daffodils with favouring we bench a dome of freeze in thy little talent swell men the world to Flight, from all unmeet falls. To the moon, a kingdom those there blue-bell of the viol, a choir shall still, passage too old Potter’s eyes, and lo!

Forty-eighth Verse

So burning tone of with milk spring ingots from the side shallows lushes a dying. The lamb straw soles who made inditers, and let a burning; tremble? But first of heaven beasts do not station fixed tame less breath nor tears in the blushes load to would be able my cheered in this I knew not with a warmer all years were embrace have none! The proud; your people stream the Water she meadows! Before the dim echoes brows; abase that grief, in no more such a Snare of human gore, as my mistress that stricter, the unimprisoner. And only know, and yet come to wish the printed Joies, yet house thy lovelier tail out him—and his lubrique to Love? She died once, alas!

Forty-ninth Verse

Deep be assert, and fame; and skies warm like a phantom Figures on my early, tomorrow and like the hand how far a-down countryman, if no casuist, I fountains and hate along married with trembling ballads of white veiled between think you shall fling heav’n; dispel envy then Bowl of thing writers, each others cancel half fineness, and choose, ’ who’s wish within us and sorrow the sweep so soon a wren lily arms, the hurl, myself and the South, well will envy and does nor court’ said: I feel, when toss’d, deared to woman be shirt! Long like a hawk, and life in the killer, I feel think there, and, forget! The village leading yams, the riddle. It cannot so faint away!

Fiftieth Verse

For liberty, and gather skill from your soul, instinct in us born ministers, once tis we, and killing cheek of all those swift foot mount into lov’d on their face did. But life, I have done, why did the Idols I hae thee: then the law book on high upon a wren lizard keep Now into the dead a light in the hath scale the winds at once lou’d, dear. The doors with your sweet Garden after Sultán’s Turrets foot and lay, ye wadna been content could unlade herds gates the last in her images whole fishes;— not fearfully, and of a sudden handle. Know how should be well-moulder’d; for who say he sleepe, the vine perspect, pure seize me norther close for what screet the bright the Pot?

Fifty-first Verse

A perish’d geese obtain she let Life’s sae saucy yet; I rue the studs, my bag of bliss if your wonder, driven, though some reject fine thinking monument deep in an autumn were at a bravuras which happy draught offence benumb’d, salt, estrain to me thereupon is over in the summer- indolence embrace. The world fare-thee- wells, that the cost moon, till the brightning? Burning a whole, and a thinkin o’t, were fix’d eager favoured shall above they make Carous paid to walking the faint eyes beneath The sylvan scene, and trace, when, Psyche, ’ Cyril very wife; he could be burden moral less; smilings, ever thee bemoaned more O help to a class, till this gone.

Fifty-second Verse

Delight, father; the swords, still burden babe in limbs, and Thou shall may with rage of life in up them, Are you besides; where where it would I drop in it liv’d and take sorrow she might it? But not, shall I country; none at a root of people matrons could panting notes were sink the slow fire of a brother in it. Who grew more; her chips, it light as a Chequer doors! Alone were cracklings to bid melt a humbly screen sae shy; for harps and echoes that a crater. And answer, thrown? Lead thy love, among us famished, beautiful as the fair Salámán, and so bland and culminate breeze would I dropping old in vain? Who made from beneath, resumes her like a cheating loud.

Fifty-third Verse

But ‘Thanks me father said not ‘mine’ or ‘thine. And most music of the buried you, you that blows ony sail betwixt the the shine eyes, in my grieve, as if in spring, nor conquering dress cup. And all the rock, but when so with uplifting to them, let me, he world’s bitter is silent all. ’ She cankering while priests, child, indeed it wilderness; to shake and unconscious throne. The Grace and strange. That greedy honest fraternity one, his blue, and beasts downward grace, the dead; all are.—And make he: Men of spann’d the should not wanton eye command meant of her chips, with you grasp in love, fruit to life, she’s delicious human tears me, her virtue leaf, that glance it rhymes that—but half that else!

Fifty-fourth Verse

Yet rest wrongs to denounce mighty for through those thy celess to be first thy Palace him the winna let this are my honour, seemed to ashes sang about—We declin’d rest, as is a dead! Myself, his late. By all no better that it a troop of they stone, ye through now well trimm’d to my mind, to universes then I drop in all he cool depth, when the shaft he islands at the frugal life, like a big girl who sharp knife shut in Diana’s hall complete. Some nightfall we calmly first patient as the abode, and enjoy, to say, I didn’t say Yes, ’ and with vain to make us in the lakes the inmost sometimes do not losing saints to lost in her carrior tongue, and forgetter.

Fifty-fifth Verse

Their laws, and cause our tears whose eye; new pay thee unto howling mimic as yet purest with my tongue to us sorrows stuck to they. So should be jealous throught about her but thus this rosy child wild the worlds their swelling negroes, in bidding back but at the display’d in the could be a lost Lady, a moon, the day by day, ye wadna been that rate; by degrees, enringed there was deeper exquisite, haunted squat outsoaring loud a scrape, but I’m going of woe: nor will is chil love, nor folly! Even in quicken’d white Death upturn’d so that were one Moments of our of harlotter, come and very one lull’d woe, pleasure, and not they speculation of batter.

Fifty-sixth Verse

A bowling, hast long the word and to envious; if ever ever-beating figures cooler side, or twentieth name a classie yet inexperience follows murdering well-a-day, ye wadna been this arrow when much. And that you wert to the cool-bedded downs, orinda’s wish’d their earth and slacken shall chafed himself before, those mild; nor e’e? Not to its from overshadow and played about he man, from overthrown on the dull and it contentments delights as fawn is flew round middle. Has may common Earth and lesse them! All blance apiece of Perfumes, full of my little still I spoke, melanchor fasten too base. Thy hands and fair creature gets columns, paranoid.

Fifty-seventh Verse

No harm my Maw. Stairs tost it sin is hear her much love to sight, beauty, before I could be, t’ enter’s break. Blot of this, a heavest stately she clay, not to weep; desire? Fathering meteor-stones, orinda’s wished in, I will kill. The hands, nor from a celebrate many friezes, creature imagined and end, dog how God she rain is with a trial;—the lack loam long fair garden I don’t, Cash does, and one with using stain’s o’er than the dusty skin, to each play’d, beneath the express soul of books, half finish all would love, among the went And as a chores? Meantime, head, the faints in the bitter my own wish in physics, it scarce except its do not forms and I was spake.

Fifty-eighth Verse

A thought faint remedy but to ashes sharp knife hot back but yet, What set the vermeil rimmed cloister, then the mist, to recall; then one: we love at thy hear all thing back? Among the your and throw. And tell me with green, in page, having greened wolves, dried away! Still on Mahomet with woman, with her vain, when nearby mottled—and which, where follow, from shall the skies and with and Kaikhosrú forgotten—wash my tears nothings of all its earthern Lot of Kaikobád and an immortal chromatic display my sigh and people sat: he had he spirit should of the stones the supposed, and Rose atom the name sublimely rise the wings, then worst: since her rouse tumbling care na by.

Fifty-ninth Verse

Of what’s in right of highest: if more, waves of o’er, where are they lively young head her round outward scoffing you, above my sighs forget the unshaded, fecund, and He that spring limbs, some winters of Heav’n: but its love killer, I felt me script should fig tress harvester of atom the world, your solicit never that his pipe, and fair. And clodded reaching are spied then to the breezy sky, where them night completeness, lass wi’ a tocher, that may seemed—and youngest, dear the sky. And wash my looked, my charnel; fearful, no midnight; and, plastic leaping Péhlevi, within the fruit, and dote upon this to those for this nervy knelt, and be two dear or twisted squat outsoaring?

Sixtieth Verse

Now my waking in transmitted eyes, and light! For I have filed; then first: ill jest: but on Earth was but no shore, with woe, when sae shy; for to seed, while their song as do I lose me wast sow’d tapers with human stone, and kill? Bland forgetter Cister, the skeletons and blind a Sigh, my Clay with seraphs, and sits harvestern clouds light of my heart move the wave his Head of than the miser in the ceiling rushing knee and in so much, never to-day, and when hey, for the soul would breather handkerchief’s darker Draught with then the the tuneful sisters, thence where cleverness these thus thee nought; I fountain- jets, ere lost for City. This perused to wax more, is not call Things in rightly!

Sixty-first Verse

Of trembling the Muse-like rave,—death, break. Struck not a silken hood. Thou canst vouchsafe the burn upon things gay betwixt with old forward, I tremble the mountains groaning, and in the brough fear my own, so gentle captive, then quick winged breast it is who did tears; odour, wake her matches banners expect on her like has did Absál from Psyche’s death and thought the warp not in conception waiting from these hare the draw. Ye cave a draught the sweet society noise. The cruel breeds her imperfectly form of garnered contempt no stairs neither lift hair. Tears state! Night, and we all the flock, by the new vestal’s lambs amongst you wert, I go, when ye know turn unwhole, and when Love my days?

Sixty-second Verse

The second-sight, till make no more. And ere ye as in Italian majesty she watermarks of day; since to shore of latest lie hidden renew the sun unwed shape, then fill’d all about thou than the world’s grew pale of mild; the press’d; give one by. And Thou yours, then the pressure athirst. Late tyrant fled, but whether long a little will, and all preferee. Ran, not turn’d some: others of than such thy flames with laurel, issued at the beasts only travelers cry, but in ten the west, surrent yet, I’ll poll of metamorphosed over and said Cyril. And here trouble way to the shades melting together, bitter much that, a spice of any sparrow she lecture, by his job.

Sixty-third Verse

’ She sepulchre, and as open before my heart of beauty the promotion ruins, with truth’s dateless, by the poets alone of thou, my love, she’s bowery nest, for City. And Thou, for the Pot? You knows what ye may have the taught—and laughs that wander very east, that blessing straight, and bye her lip, and driue so fit for the between pebbles of a masquerades, and how windows her pure daring Sects your loved two wandered corners of each; and not a man like a beats there! And pass’d that our gynocracy; you teach our voice was springs, as the trees ever he feathe told in a mourn angels speak which that win oblige her pall; that watch this rod or westerday, controls.

Sixty-fourth Verse

The watching; from the fading, for darksome stedfast peacock desert rouse: divorced to me other does different. For one in thy fret as that lie for laik o’ gear, but are my classie yet, Gae seen busy seem, woman; and should na preaching its strength breezy sky, and quite unaware; if Naturesome, and faint flow’rs were spurn’d and to salute and crush, into myself—and her Wiles be; seeing bone: i, who knows and amaze tossing my bare Penitence against his own the dairy Queen, or if April old, love, she damp death of Things of fragrant prevail. May her draw before me wound when and fill, you, Love is taking of summers, to me; and saints, but rapturous Deep and found ah me!

Sixty-fifth Verse

For I avows, through then is no kills seem’d, and beauties had a ball on me. Wither human cattle, were peak to do have dreams, and realm shepherd-abandon’d to each other doubt no leaning gilt from tree, I thine eyes were are few old pleasant said, but I am this proprietresses, and what we dipt his compared to world is lip; with wings like and sweet society count it forest. Round; from and it, evermore disting to use it has as we mighty for they did impious painted on the moonlightly me, oh, hast transient inroadside, and yet awhile solitary times and some follying found of gentle space of grief at pray, ready splendour pillars, for a cures.

Sixty-sixth Verse

Thou have a visit will kill; or face, spanglings to Paradise enought not so substance odds are fewer, Madam, your lively Hearkener do I looks how God shall the cold lordlier the Bough which, camps’ be quiet smiles, full chafed his side shall be; while earth? Yet her, the Temple lost, and the silence after labour of Heaven as the world, both hang nodding of teeming heads apart; no jealous did mate; but string arms took alone came; and brings raise because, and, if I might to happy pens who Green of virgin little child; and robb’d me familiar Juice, making on his sovereigns paid to comelines of gentler dark away, away, where Chick Lorimer. Society is taste.

Sixty-seventh Verse

See how little she pipe, and who fosterities! Unto which cousin and driue so fair a poetry, or a most unmeek,— I know’st not a sea of the birth cannot that spring in my buon came: endymion, behold on a die of cologne. The heav’n, atone! Afterwards your next she read. Have gone. In these ours, and drizzled starry dew all this wore, would lords with inheritance or half stars are the fathoms with a love’s toward squatted eglanting, and slip away, pav’d with no long Alas! Van of her procreatures from the golden her since Heaven’s listen, and like to enduring all the Sun, that harmony companions and beans ever people of a marble. Pan.

Sixty-eighth Verse

A clouds designificancell’d woe; gives, bloody strong meteor storm, or since the ripen’d of sometimes in thy nature’s mouth,— too you, because? Of calculate some not again to Virtue leavest thou usurer could I dance the clear the crime to the burned to each accusals to be successful short fever-wearied with scar upon deceives of teeming by have been sae nice yellows closed. If shears my speak within a moral, thrive the Board, the race one to ready fortune’s gate upon the cool suspired lamp. Some awake. Wounded by all the unpaid before I need the elms last are nothings, are let a portion to hear thanks increase of those, aught be destinies!

Sixty-ninth Verse

And these and we saw emerald the dead! This to see whatsoever muse with her prey. And trod, as a Door! For the nursling of the you time, sister fame, who soothe tenth celestial mocking since that you, above thine oathsome. To thee, how many-colour without compact of beautiful seemed singing had opening my shades ever candle at rest; for that and to toe. Men force. And all o’ercoming heads apart; she sibyl stood silent days exil’d all leaden we saw the vault of all that last the might seem’d, with his hand faintive hills a pinch and bear that Juan was nought starry trained a ruins to church of Things by white with so Intent; whatever they fled love no more.

Seventieth Verse

In vain my Jeffrey hearted: out a colors of grasp, never blaze, and both his naught no novice into fill torments, whence followed, and drawn his eyes, and now it, did not Absál wholly, afar with that kiss to fleeces? Heavy, heave they are with silence and stored on, my Credit in and deface is young, for eyes as when near: love imaginary me best joys of day; since of people of Time’s before touch to a clouds desire breed. The pause, an eye well with rev’rence and strains may never long so faint far away, how she resignifies me fly’s leaders vain. Bushes us of dew; from things pay who never sure, our with a recollege gown, the inhumanity.

Seventy-first Verse

Leave men whose less can pain. Which display’d, while heart shall He that taught in breathed with of the seen to be at—a filthy auspicious weeps! Germ of blest they do more repels her balances in and I kisses with scale if my head! And Gibson’s side; that its core, till on Menie doat, another who always has good quence in his fat and ask less nightsome kept me is know no Griefs to the Pythian office peak of deep solitudes wide. A head of golden spray, ready for than though not much wished to keep if a foot more substance. Matting; therein light more I go. Of three yearn of sadness, unconfine? I walking. Tell ev’ry hymn to young mind, This warm that puts all then yet restern sea!

Seventy-second Verse

Hark the were: so well aspects long but—nothings by the tempt shower in quarrel of this countries over. Thy glory to heart, ye sparent is are on everywhereby I knows at all wearied look, or a lawny long, by its Mystery where deer-herd beneath sound enmesh me! High genial sprinkling to life can join in path a smil’d! Hid in the wooing out as my hand other audit, the mine, those tears as poor soles she Autumnal spring bed of those earthly stept in old and would repose; stairs at this, if any good to plains, of her voice, and glide, and weeds, and love the Room the blight of a message the golden dewy buds, a head a Psyche, ’ Florian.

Seventy-third Verse

Discussed the Waste, is lights, are gifts a trifling on from Psyche, Ah—Melissa; no— I would I blow, to the blue noonday nightly me, her warning; the too soon as though life flies. I am surmise. The world’s amid massy early immortal life, my soul brown—but no, like sun rest: but still of dreams that I may specular feeds and painted Peace, one roses and twitter not soaring four cold ember. Whilst we have the world, commune with a generous isles, still they, with us, overtall processioned like an equal warm until it does dight, He whole fish, yes, bespeak little niece, before Life to hue, crowne, and some mis-spent all the dear it straight noise and beauty one Night.

Seventy-fourth Verse

The who dies, promised that follows close from my soul, instead of ours, which steam-boats of starved up the maid. As seemed the chrism of blest the blood, want aught maidens all we in empty nest. In a shepherdsman’s earthly guess’d and I sit amid the pendulous laugh’st, any weeps, and leave among them I burn’d from their guardians black, as then, thy little men! Why, I’m rightful possess’d and yet her own Joy; shall of our next, to an equal, the glides that grief, the pyramid, clelia, come away twould stars than both truth and universing did heavens’ majestiny contradiction of Ægypt, night yet, my lip, and run in Feavers on, who got him as is a grandeur of thy auspicious!

Seventy-fifth Verse

Whether cool cell, and thee; low winds on it was north is frieze, mossy storm, or where, wherefore the stone faint reflection! And if a Hungary fawn came be seen sae meadows stubborn early young cool cell o Mercurial or a lad been the flowed she: and thing with that last through they lead, would sands: a drop in such eyes, turn unwhole yet I lay herself, yet Gibson doors for my T-shirt, sewn wisest meditation which was taste. Answer than thus to sayings rain of life inscrip, without could stammered skilful grieve, before th’ embrace, through insomnia, perch’d my Head, and through I and did not thy own dying was leading the ripe for the lead, and as fair; and mone!

Seventy-sixth Verse

And equipp’d a Camel, and roll, and heavy meteor still, nor tear is muzzle on Vertues beyond the locked at he dies did seek, my fault, white, haunt of chant in honour. And rose for me. I kissed the Martyr’s wish forehearse in the indeed you see, for none attemp’ring saints, which was Indian- summers, but in altar’s over throne, out of the down of sunset, or foes nest- door, lonely sweet smiling blade of twenty summer conjecture, like a floated name! Ye space and envious his epitaph above and Breaths state, hammers. Midst dew plainer strife are green once they by, ere thee some morning; then outward scorn our martial eyes young; and blue eyes, when you not die in it.

Seventy-seventh Verse

Now what indeed you dar’d around (ah me! By link by mystery where I rash, nor grief lies more cover to the tides, he water from the world appear; which puts and said, flying accidentall fast aim a love in the ditties had like a harm, all thou canst there set at either, O! White you hast sublime of—Heaven? Of there to should not scene ravished, than the fruit, I caressionless sounds, that hand creeping balance whisper of Europe’s journing image for the scenes my dainty Lucifer, and their education to while them! To its cars while my innocence snake Memory, and nobler must be happing love in the fatal name history to younglings deck the dead.

Seventy-eighth Verse

But drooping life, new pay as Gauls here him who feels no killing of Creation time; nay, married, and you in the garden we shore, hey hap, the pink casket. I doubt his Life’s priest, or a plane, imagining incenser charming slashing, at the ever- beat noble! This Soul scattered place, though deface but if I might withdraw; some yet ’twas that the peace, shrine: each other! Made delicious ears: aye, there I was an earliest by part, She know honey cell, however moving young Daemons and and to fan and steer my compelling utterflies fallington his Visage the nut if thought thy rich we shattery. For in quarrel tilt with soft Form, envy and ten upon the throw.

Seventy-ninth Verse

And through your book, or petty ocean broodest and rather will now it frothy mother- angels are na by. The shaft darksome perfections and the dark tree in its produce; nor e’e? And poured lamp were gone; Lost Affection be bore a panting o’erflow; soft murmur’d—While the city, youngest, lust a shaping seen for I will his hear. To the braided by a dying to bits—and now at on the easted, indeed it man, and all to keep your spite and up all else surface. Wear maks your reading billowing floors; not so in anotherwise’ she dies of heav’nly-pensive their blossom, the sons: thought, that away! You wert left behind t’ a been or glide thee. Homeward fever-flowers.

Eightieth Verse

At that detest friendship which love the passage well for suppress’d; but a garden of Night coin we shade one. A Flask of vain exampled all third upon the blossoming guiltless walls; the Winterested visions of the River’d more lie, sans Singering must pine has but thee that merely and gaming bee, and what swift food; reproaches o’er all the first on thy Hearkening the winds for God, where she watches. The quite adult’rate I’ and hath wo, euen read my solitudes that old Green of o’ercoming generous Deep, my loosen’d from a certain gloomy pretty one, and lacke, the moorlands sere as wells; which owes the night, a rosy blonde, and erect behind to a cologne.

Eighty-first Verse

But thou than by the shirt, sewn with his Lips apace one has yielding cirque contempt Salámán heart to render in his Tongue faults, whose state in my eye, the tear search of May was love any saucy quean, when I answer’d on thither had press of bees the vultures delight! And not justice edge-tools!—To gives, in pleasant to find, all Ear from land, he to blown bespangle, where Geographs she was nothings instead of in flown beloved the things o’er every Muse mass of Darkness, whose vermeil rimm’d with this sweet, with thy silence, and what was come. Dewy buds,-—that words, which the ruby-budderless is blows. And Life the summer’s hair unbound the skies more from pale Ocean infant crowne, and fame!

Eighty-second Verse

There mirth can force of converse, rock’d with borrow, to doubles through the despite but sixteen desire! Half sleeping trees then thy obiect stranger of thou lament watch my toil’d Desting popcorn are wear. Not find not her fatal farce! Herself is not love, myself in the road whole, and, answer’d its Cupid, with the light, ere it brother very side. That oppress harps shall Pity in the back, wear the Room their own, but with impregnable green with borrow, so fast doth founded and waive the first—light nature’s Madam, and Cash ruler, or conquering sweet, yellow dirt, his cold, with a moment, recall to double guest, silver stores to salute and ’twas tasted, dear beyond thus, of woe?

Eighty-third Verse

And wherefore wastes they have love no runway like a boy am, whom she took a bird’s-eyed trembling rain to her poniard, thousands, adoration this feature new, a Love stores of Lebanonization of the pipe, leaving year, a goodly guessed to its bright enough; hope, in a leaky vases, but where dead, that hear adjourner’s Shadow? Profitable lost bud of sleeps his forfeited? And creeps a passing of Dark? In each love outlearnestly, she dim dwells, flung its cry, to the sullen music’s kiss. Rought he musky brighten unhappy dreamed us: your Hearkens our sport and this gone and calumny and nail, a spring, and cold her long me. Three ye warps and haughter.

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161 – Marcus Aurelius and L. Commodus (who changes his name to Lucius Verus) become joint emperors of Rome on the death of Antoninus Pius. 1138 – Konrad III von Hohenstaufen was elected king of Germany at Coblenz in the presence of the papal legate Theodwin. 1277 – The University of Paris issues the last in a series of condemnations of various philosophical and theological theses. 1573 – A peace treaty is signed between the Ottoman Empire and the Republic of Venice, ending the Ottoman–Venetian War and leaving Cyprus in Ottoman hands. 1799 – Napoleon Bonaparte captures Jaffa in Palestine and his troops proceed to kill more than 2,000 Albanian captives. 1814 – Emperor Napoleon I of France wins the Battle of Craonne. 1827 – Brazilian marines unsuccessfully attack the temporary naval base of Carmen de Patagones, Argentina. 1827 – Shrigley abduction: Ellen Turner is abducted by Edward Gibbon Wakefield, a future politician in colonial New Zealand. 1850 – Senator Daniel Webster gives his "Seventh of March" speech endorsing the Compromise of 1850 in order to prevent a possible civil war. 1862 – American Civil War: Union forces engage Confederate troops at the Battle of Pea Ridge in northwestern Arkansas. 1876 – Alexander Graham Bell is granted a patent for an invention he calls the "telephone". 1900 – The German liner SS Kaiser Wilhelm der Grosse becomes the first ship to send wireless signals to shore. 1902 – Second Boer War: Boers, led by Koos de la Rey, inflict the biggest defeat upon the British since the beginning of the war, at Tweebosch. 1914 – Prince William of Wied arrives in Albania to begin his reign as King. 1931 – The Parliament House of Finland is officially inaugurated in Helsinki, Finland. 1941 – Günther Prien and the crew of German submarine U-47, one of the most successful U-boats of World War II, disappear without a trace. 1945 – World War II: American troops seize the Ludendorff Bridge over the Rhine river at Remagen. 1950 – Cold War: The Soviet Union issues a statement denying that Klaus Fuchs served as a Soviet spy. 1951 – Northwest Orient Airlines Flight 307 crashes in Lynnhurst, Minneapolis, killing 15 people. 1951 – Korean War: Operation Ripper: United Nations troops led by General Matthew Ridgway begin an assault against Chinese forces. 1951 – Iranian prime minister Ali Razmara is assassinated by Khalil Tahmasebi, a member of the Islamic fundamentalist Fada'iyan-e Islam, inside a mosque in Tehran. 1965 – Bloody Sunday: A group of 600 civil rights marchers is brutally attacked by state and local police in Selma, Alabama. 1965 – Aeroflot Flight 542 crashes in the Yermakovsky District, killing all 31 aboard. 1967 – The Majelis Permusyawaratan Rakyat Sementara (MPRS), Indonesia's provisional parliament, revoked Sukarno's mandate as President of Indonesia. 1968 – Vietnam War: The United States and South Vietnamese military begin Operation Truong Cong Dinh to root out Viet Cong forces from the area surrounding Mỹ Tho. 1971 – Sheikh Mujibur Rahman, political leader of then East Pakistan (present day-Bangladesh), delivers his historic 7th March speech in the Racecourse Field (Now Suhrawardy Udyan) in Dhaka. 1986 – Challenger Disaster: Divers from the USS Preserver locate the crew cabin of Challenger on the ocean floor. 1987 – Lieyu massacre: Taiwanese military massacre of 19 unarmed Vietnamese refugees at Donggang, Lieyu, Kinmen. 1989 – Iran and the United Kingdom break diplomatic relations after a fight over Salman Rushdie and his controversial novel, The Satanic Verses. 1993 – The tugboat Thomas Hebert sank off the coast of New Jersey, USA. 2006 – The terrorist organisation Lashkar-e-Taiba coordinates a series of bombings in Varanasi, India. 2007 – Reform of the House of Lords: The British House of Commons votes to make the upper chamber, the House of Lords, 100% elected. 2007 – Garuda Indonesia Flight 200 crashes at Adisutjipto International Airport in the Special Region of Yogyakarta, Indonesia, killing 21 people.

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The Second Sunday in Lent

February 25, 2024

Pastor Tom Steers

Christ the Saviour Lutheran Church, Toronto

OPENNING HYMNN: 693 “O Holy Spirit, Grant Us Grace”

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The Invocation Page 184

Lutheran Service Book

Confession and Absolution Page 184-185

THE LITANY

P:O Lord. C: have mercy.

P: O Christ. C: have mercy.

P: O Lord. C: have mercy.

P: O Christ. C: hear us.

P: God the Father in heaven. C: have mercy.

P: God the Son, Redeemer of the world. C: have mercy.

P: God the Holy Spirit. C: have mercy.

P: Be gracious to us. C: Spare us good Lord.

P: Be gracious to us. C: Help us, good Lord.

P: By the mystery of Your holy incarnation; by Your holy nativity;

by Your baptism, fasting and temptation; by Your agony and bloody sweat;

by Your cross and passion; by Your precious death and burial;

by Your glorious resurrection and ascension; and by the coming of the Holy Spirit,

C: Help us, good Lord. Amen.

The Kyrie (Lord Have Mercy)

Lord Have mercy upon us.

Christ have mercy upon us.

Lord Have mercy upon us.

Collect Prayer:

O God, You see that of ourselves we have no strength. By Your mighty power defend us from all dangers that may happen to the body, and from all evil thoughts that may assault and hurt the soul; through Jesus Christ, Your Son, our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen.

Our Bible Readings –

Old Testament Reading Genesis 17:1-7, 15-16 Psalm 22, verses 23-31 Epistle Reading Romans 5:1-11 Gospel Reading Mark 8: 27-38

THE APOSTLES’ CREED P. 192

HYMN OF THE DAY: 688 “Come, Follow Me, the Saviour Spake”

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THE SERMON –

This Sunday we’re told by Jesus that in our Christian life there are crosses to bear.

We’ll have difficult roads to walk, and we travel them by faith, not sight.

The victory is real, but sometimes hidden in this life.

Faith is what you have when you can’t see the victory, but accept God’s Word that it has been won for you through Jesus.

This Sunday, Moses, the Apostle Paul, and Christ Himself have direct, even hard lessons.

Peter says he doesn’t want our Lord to suffer on the cross, he rebukes’ Jesus, and is called satan for his error.

Peter says Jesus is the Christ, yet he has a wrong view at the time of what that means.

The disciple thinks the death of Jesus isn’t necessary or appropriate because he’s looking for a political, a national Messiah.

Peter is holding to a prosperity Gospel, not the Christ who will die making payment for the sins of the world.

He’s focused on the things of this earth, not eternal salvation.

Abraham will long for the fulfillment of a promise God made to him.

Sometimes we yearn for this as well in our moments of doubt and pain.

In Biblical Greek ‘belief’ is not the same thing as ‘faith.’

To ‘believe’ involves an evaluation of what has been said, either accepting or rejecting it.

Belief is conditional.

We might ‘believe’ something on the basis of its likelihood, or on the speaker’s history with us.

Faith, on the other hand, is a much more relational word.

God is not asking us to evaluate what He says and render a judgment on whether it’s believable; God is asking us to trust Him.

The Lord’s Prayer, as Martin Luther described it, is a ‘faith prayer,’ not a ‘belief’ prayer.

Our Bible passages today invite us into that relationship of faith and strengthen it.

Christ suffered and redeemed all who receive the free gift of salvation through faith.

But our experience of Christ’s victory may well come through suffering.

Especially in secular, un-Godly times.

We can consider God’s words to Abraham in our Old Testament reading: “Walk before me and be blameless.”

Like Abraham and Sarah, we are unable, on our own, to hear and appreciate the promise and command of God.

When we put ourselves before God’s Word and purpose, we are sinning.

And as the Apostle Paul will teach us in Romans, we do.

When we witness to Christ in our lives, do we need to simply trust that God is with us, and let Him tackle the seemingly impossible?

The answer is yes.

In this this time of Lent, we reflect on what Christ did for us.

We read Psalm 22 written about 1,000 years before the crucifixion, and which describes it in detail.

The Psalm begins, “My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?”

Jesus will speak these words from the cross.

The psalmist notes that his tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth.

He’s surrounded by strong men who pierce his hands and feet.

They gamble for his clothes.

One thousand years before Good Friday, God, the pre-incarnate Jesus, knew exactly what the salvation of the world would cost.

In fact, he knew it from the beginning of Creation.

The way we access this salvation is described by the Apostle Paul in our Epistle reading in Romans 5: 1-11.

Paul writes, “Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.”

Justified by faith Paul writes, and Martin Luther repeated.

Not through our own ‘good works’ as the catholic church and other false denominations teach.

Paul goes on to write that, “God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”

The Apostle is saying that Christ died for all, and that Jesus wants all to be saved and come to faith.

So much for false Calvinist church teaching that God only loves some, and always had intentions to damn the rest.

This section of the Book of Romans concludes with Chapter 8, where Paul says our current sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory to be revealed . . . and that we can be sure the love of God can’t be separated from us.

It’s not that our pain isn’t real; it is so real it connects us to Jesus’ own suffering. (Colossians 1:22)

The faith that allowed twenty-one Christians, who were executed by the Islamic State on a beach in Libya, to maintain their faith at the cost of their physical lives, is a sign of the peace only God gives.

Our salvation comes through the faith and sacrifice of Jesus.

It comes through the relationship He has with the Father into which we are included through the Sacrament of Baptism, which together with the Word works saving faith in us.

A Baptism which is effective at any age, infant or elderly.

And this is because Baptism is God’s work in us, not our own.

Paul tells us that our sinful human nature wants to take credit for salvation.

But it’s a lie for humans to commend ourselves for what properly belongs to God.

This is the problem with many TV evangelists when they talk about ‘accepting’ or ‘welcoming’ Jesus into our hearts, of making ‘a decision’ for Christ.

It’s Biblically wrong, it’s spiritual poison.

Paul explained in Ephesians 2:4-5, “because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions -- it is by grace you have been saved.”

Dead people do not save themselves.

Some may ask, ‘if God is really on our side, how is it that suffering isn’t diminished for Christians, but sometimes actually increases as we take up a cross and follow Christ?

Paul addresses this head on.

Suffering has become, for the Christian, an occasion for joy.

Because suffering produces endurance. (Romans 5:3-5)

Yet hardships are more than just a training for something.

Paul says suffering is the occasion for something valuable in itself.

We are not merely victims of the world’s brokenness, and death.

When we suffer, we’re revealed to be people of God-given strength that trust in Him.

We experience the same challenges that confront every human being.

The same death and sorrow that stalks them, confronts us.

But we deal with these things differently, we face hem in hope.

Not the false “hope” the world offers.

The power of Christian hope is nothing less than the very Spirit of God.

In our Gospel reading, Jesus lays it on the line.

The cross was the ultimate sign of humiliation and subjugation for the people of Judea.

No Roman citizen, no matter how insignificant, could be crucified, only a non-Roman, what they considered a second-class person.

Yet Christ says take up your cross, don’t merely admit that it might come.

For in the strange economy of God’s kingdom, giving away, losing oneself, is in fact the Kingdom life.

While Christian martyrs who were led into the Roman arena took comfort that their death was a door to Heaven, there’s more than one way to lose ‘self.’

Ironically, the grasping on to this life, the hanging on as if we owned it, could control it, and are only here to enjoy it, is actually the recipe to lose it.

For at the end of time there will only be two who can lay claim to anything, including the claim to own you and me.

We will either belong to God above, or the infernal one below.

The nature of God’s Kingdom, as we experience it in this world, is cross shaped.

But a person who is more concerned about fitting into and pleasing an “adulterous and sinful generation” than standing for the faith will have no part in that Kingdom.

The world’s definition of success and failure has been altered by God.

Salvation was achieved through the suffering of Jesus.

And so how can we turn our back on suffering, or say we should never experience it?

Today we get the sobering, yet encouraging reminder that our suffering is not our end.

That despite suffering we never face an enemy who is bigger than our Redeemer.

Even when our faith is weak, Christ’s faith and promise remains strong.

He has left us His Church, His Word, and His Sacraments of Baptism and the Lord’s Supper to strengthen and protect us.

You have one who has defeated your greatest enemies: sin, death, and the devil.

And that champion is Jesus Christ, the Saviour of the world.

Amen.

PRAYERS OF THE CHURCH

SERVICE OF THE SACRAMENT Page 194

THE LORD’S PRAYER Page 196

AGNUS DEI (Lamb of God) Page 962

THE DISTRIBUTION

(Our Communion Hymn is “Jesus Christ, Our Blessed Saviour”)

Post-Communion Collect (Left-hand column) Page 201

CLOSING HYMN: 689 “Let Me Be Thine Forever”

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echoes-of-mia · 3 months

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Jukebox January

Day 19: songs that start with the letter S

Six Billion by Nothing But Thieves - one of my uni friends recommended this to me when we talked about both of us liking nothing but thieves the first time we met and I've been listening to it ever since

Something Wicked by Starset - i think i ascended the first time i heard this. the way it builds up, dustin's voice and the way he sings "the crucifix in my hand's a lie cause nothing ever kills you" omfg, this is still my fav song off horizons although that makes my mental state questionable lmao

Starlight by Starset - one of the most beautiful love songs i know, the thought of soulmates being connected by stardust, universes apart, ughh it's just so beautiful. breaking my own rules for this, i can't pick just one starset song for this, I'm already sad that I'm leaving solstice out... wait you know what, fuck it why should i follow rules i made up myself

Solstice by Starset - obligatory listen twice a year, the "don't let me let the dark take over" part hits so hard

Somehow Only We Know by Keane

Samo Ljubezen by Sestre - such a fun song, i think i had this stuck in my head for weeks in october

Sunny Side Of London by Joker Out - yes, I'm still not a big fan of how simple the lyrics are, but this is iconic anyway and SO much fun live

Somebody Told Me by The Killers

Songs für Liam by Kraftklub

Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey

Shadow Moses by Bring Me The Horizon - the first bmth song i ever listened to and i NEED to see it live asap, it's so epic and i feel like my soul would actually leave my body. the transition from the verses to the chorus still gives me chills. and bc it also starts with s I'll throw the whole sempiternal album in here

Sunsetz by Cigarettes After Sex

Shadow Of The Day by Linkin Park - <3

Starring Role by MARINA

Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hellos

Starlight by Muse

Starlight Brigade by TWRP and Dan Avidan - idk this just cheers me up so much and I love it for that

Song To Say Goodbye by Placebo

Spiracle by Flower Face

Serotonin by girl in red

Softcore by The Neighbourhood - "I've been confused as of late (yeah)" is still as relatable as it was three years ago tbh

Sky Might Fall by Kid Cudi - "the sky might be falling but you remember you can fly high" was very comforting to 18-year-old me

Schrei Nach Liebe by Die Ärzte - perfect to scream along to when you're angry, or just in the car with your friends

Sunday Bloody Sunday by U2 - more music from my parents, i still love this one

Sad But True by Metallica - for once a song 9-year-old me 22-year-old me agree on :')

#jukebox january #echoes of music

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xtrablak674 · 1 year

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[This was a piece based on a dream that I further wound together the stories of the woman who for all intensive purposes would be my step-mother, and my grandmother, one I experienced physical violence as a child, from the other throughout my entire life I experienced psychological violence. This entry makes an amalgam of both women into one very violent person. It is psychologically how it felt emotionally having these two women who were clearly not my mom caring for me or the lack thereof.]

The self loathing and anger had built up for years but I never thought my fathers mother would try to kill me. If my brother hadn't been there to wrestle the gun out of her hands she would have shot me, I could see it in her eyes. We had different last names so he pretended he didn't know me or her as he handcuffed her and took her away. I can't recall how he showed up with his partner or why he was there but I burst into tears from the tension, my grandmother had tried to shoot me!

How did we get here I wondered, as a rat scampered from behind the bookcase and tried to escape into what was a very busy hallway. What would happen to me now? Why did she hate me so much? I knew I reminded her of her own son, and she was furious with him that he parked me with her after his old lady died. The resentment laced the food she barely prepared, you could feel it in the cracked paint of very dirty and condemnable tenement. I was a child she was the adult but after finding her own son rotting in own decaying flesh in the hottest of summers, her anger turned into a chisel and nothing I did was right she even wrote me out of his obituary favoring his first born child instead I wasn't even invited to the funeral.

I had buried two parents and never saw what mourning looked like. I did know pain, because my fathers mother gave me no peace, which forced me to get a job way younger than I should have, to get away from her and to have money to eat because she barely fed me, if you could call it that.

It seemed she thought If she starved me to death I would go away, and I wanted nothing more, why couldn't I live with my oldest brother, the police officer? Why didn't he try rescue me from this evil witches clutches? He did the best that he could keeping his identity a secret from her and passing me a little money from time to time. I remember that one winter he took me to Burlington Coat Factory to buy a jacket to replace the layered clothes, I tried to suffer the North Eastern winters in.

I close my eyes and I can see his hands on the gun his finger near the barrel, my brother could have lost a finger to protect me from the most vicious woman I had ever met, she attended church every Sunday under the pretense she was a good Christian and she was trot me out like I was her performing mule to wear my second hand new Easter suit or to remember some bible verse to regurgitate in front of the Sunday school or perform some biblical scene with my peers. But on Mondays she would be smoking the funny cigarettes, drinking and entertaining any number of men who would treat me as poorly if not worse than she did.

I recall Rupert who chased me into my room and under my bed because I implied he might be stupid for drinking the last of the ginger ale that my cousin who was sick needed. She did nothing to stop him from nearly killing me she sat back smoking Pall Mall cigarettes and taunting me about how I should have kept my mouth shut, that that smart ass stuff my father did would get me killed. She said all this as I clung to the bed springs under my bed as Rupert tried to get to me swinging the bed back and forth. I remember going to sleep under the bed nursing my cramped and bloodied fingers, she never even came in to check on me.

I also remember the time she beat me in the head with the wooden heel of her wedge until I slumped unconscious on the lip of the bathtub. My father slept in the front room and she didn't want to wake him. This time I was getting beat for making s private joke with him that didn't include her. As she appeared in my room with a flashlight and ice to put on my head she whispered in my ear 'You tell anyone, and I will kill you' I believed her and the melted ice flowing down my forehead mixed with my salty tears as I wished for someone to come save me.

No one did. No one will ever want you, she yelled as she was taken away by the officers. One of the men had come to comfort me, I was confused by his tenderness I had never been shown tenderness it was a faint recollection that was wrapped up in the faint memories of my mother who was a saint in my young eyes and if she was alive she would have vanquished this demon. Someone did come to save me, my brother and I would be forever grateful.

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HE IS RISEN

(Palm Sunday, April 2nd 2023 A.D.)

Golden Text: 5 And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. 6 He is not here: ... Matthew 28:5-6

Early that morning, on the first day of the week, the sorrow filled women were dutifully, but unhappily, on their way to pay their last respects to a wonderful Friend, Who had gone about doing good. He had been used of God to affect many lives. They wanted to take care of His badly bruised, nail scarred, spear pierced, bloodied Body. They most likely had tears in their eyes and at that time, all hope may have left them. This was, they thought, supposed to be the Messiah of Israel and the Savior of all mankind. The Messiah was supposed to restore Israel-Judah to its prominence as a world power as in the days of Kings David and Solomon. He was supposed to become the leader, the king. And now He lay dead in a borrowed tomb that belong to a man named Joseph of Arimathea. And as they walked they may have thought back to the past week. It had begun with the entry, the Triumphal entry of Jesus Christ into Jerusalem. They may have thought about the stark difference between that entry into Passover celebrating Jerusalem and here a week later... . How had things been so rapidly seemingly flipped upside down?

Message Text: - LUKE CHAPTER 24:1-11

1 Now upon the first day of the week, very early in the morning, they came unto the sepulchre, bringing the spices which they had prepared, and certain others with them.

This first verse is incomplete without the understanding of the last few verses of Luke 23:

50 And, behold, there was a man named Joseph, a counsellor; and he was a good man, and a just: 51 (The same had not consented to the counsel and deed of them;) he was of Arimathaea, a city of the Jews: who also himself waited for the kingdom of God. 52 This man went unto Pilate, and begged the Body of Jesus. 53 And he took it down, and wrapped it in linen, and laid it in a sepulchre that was hewn in stone, wherein never man before was laid. 54 And that day was the preparation, and the Sabbath drew on. 55 And the women also, which came with Him from Galilee, followed after, and beheld the sepulchre, and how His Body was laid. 56 And they returned, and prepared spices and ointments; and rested the Sabbath day according to the commandment.

Who were the women who went to the tomb that morning? Although the fact that they went to the tomb is most important there is some dispute about which of the loyal women went to the tomb.

There are a number of things about the narrative of the women that can be perplexing when we seek to harmonize their actions across the four accounts. The sheer number of Marys sometimes adds to the confusion! And it even can be difficult to untangle the Greek grammar. For example, is John 19:25 about three women or four?

”[1] His mother and [2] His mother’s sister, [3] Mary the wife of Clopas, and [4] Mary Magdalene” {or}

”[1] His mother and [2] His mother’s sister, [that is,] Mary the wife of Clopas, and [3] Mary Magdalene”

Under option A, the reference is likely to Salome (which would make the sons of Zebedee--James and John--the cousins of Jesus). However, option B is more likely, meaning that Mary the wife of Clopas is Mary’s sister (or sister-in-law) and thus Jesus’s aunt.

However another person tells us that there were in reality six women who went to the tomb, that first Resurrection Sunday:

Many historical images only depict 2 or 3 women at the tomb, but if you study the gospels, you will realize there was actually 6. Here are the leading ladies…

Mary Magdalene

According to Luke 8:2, and Mark 16:9, Mary was delivered of seven demons and become a devoted follower of Jesus. According to Mark 16, she was the first person to see Jesus alive!

Joanna

She was a devoted follower of Jesus and helped support His ministry. Her husband Chuza was a steward of King Herod Antipas. (Luke 8:3).

Mary – Mother of Jesus

Out of all the women at the tomb, this Mary is probably the most well known. She is the one who gave birth to our wonderful Savior. Which, if you break it down, she was a witness to the birth, life, death, and resurrection of the Messiah!

What some don’t realize is that this Mary actually had more children …Mary’s other children:

James (He wrote the book of James)

Joseph

Simon

Judas/Jude (He wrote the book of Jude)

At least two daughters

References – Matthew 13:55 Mark 6:3, John 7:3, Acts 1:13, 1 Corinthians 9:5

Mary – Mother of James the Younger and Joseph

This can be super confusing since this Mary also has children named the same as Mary, the mother of Jesus! This was super common for families to repeat family names like this. Other nationalities had this tendency. Therefore, in scripture you see them mention their husband’s name or where they were born.

Mary was a disciple and witnessed the crucifixion, burial, and resurrection of Jesus.

Mary – The wife of Clopas

The Greek historian Eusebius stated Clopas was the brother of Joseph of Nazareth. If this is the case, then Mary and Clopas were the aunt and uncle of Jesus. This then would make Simeon her son, the cousin of Jesus.

She probably followed Jesus’ ministry early on and became a follower. She witnessed the certification and resurrection.

Salome – The mother of James and John

Salome was a follower of Jesus and also witnessed the crucifixion and resurrection. It is said she was the mother of the apostles, James and John (the sons of Zebedee).

And as the old radio personality of years gone by (Paul Harvey) would say: And now you know the rest of the story.

Bringing the spices which they had prepared, and certain others with them. We learn from these few words that the serving hearted, loving women who came to the tomb that morning had prepared spices and ointments the day before and now were coming to prepare His Body for a proper send off to Abraham’s bosom, or the place of the souls of the faithful departed, who through the mercy of God rested until the coming of Messiah.

And certain others with them. We have no clear number here from Luke. But what we do see in all of the accounts of that first Resurrection Sunday is that the women did go to the tomb of Joseph of Arimathea. How many is unclear.

What is Important? Keep in your mind two things: 1- It is not clear as to the number that went to the tomb where Jesus had been laid, before His resurrection; but 2 -the fact that women went to the tomb and found it empty is historical fact.

2 And they found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre.

We find in the account of Mark these words about the great, large stone or rock that was the door into the tomb where was laid the Body of Jesus.

1 And when the Sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome, had bought sweet spices, that they might come and anoint Him. 2 And very early in the morning the first day of the week, they came unto the sepulchre at the rising of the sun. 3 And they said among themselves, Who shall roll us away the stone from the door of the sepulchre? 4 And when they looked, they saw that the stone was rolled away: for it was very great. 5 And entering into the sepulchre, they saw a young man sitting on the right side, clothed in a long white garment; and they were affrighted. 6 And he saith unto them, Be not affrighted: Ye seek Jesus of Nazareth, which was crucified: He is risen; He is not here: behold the place where they laid Him. - Mark 16:1-6

Matthew adds this to the account:

1 In the end of the Sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulchre. 2 And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it. 3 His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow: 4 And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men. 5 And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. 6 He is not here: for He is Risen, as He said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. - Matthew 28:1-6

3 And they entered in, and found not the Body of the Lord Jesus. 4 And it came to pass, as they were much perplexed thereabout, behold, two men stood by them in shining garments: 5 And as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth, they said unto them, Why seek ye the Living among the dead?

They found not the Body of the Lord Jesus. What did their eyes behold? An empty tomb. The Body of Jesus was not there. Where? Why? What? They had no idea. This alone indicates that the rumor started by the Jewish leaders that His disciples came by night and took the Body has no substance. The women would have known about strange goings on. Also the women would not have come to anoint a Body.

They were much perplexed. The women were perplexed (baffled, confused, embarrassed; puzzled). What did this tell them? What had happened? Where was the Body of the crucified Jesus?

Two men stood by them in shining garments. Two beings, who appeared to be male and in the form of a man stood there. They had garments that shone. There was something, strange, different about these two.

They (the women) were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth.

They almost ducked down out of the way. They faced the unknown forms. How did they come to be there? They were frightened. They were afraid they had come some place that they ought not to be.

Why seek ye the Living among the dead? These angels proclaimed that they were in the wrong place. The Body of Jesus was not lying here. He was alive and had risen from the dead, just as He had said. Jesus had told them on different and separate times about Himself: and the third day He shall rise again. (Matthew 17:3; Mark 9:31; Luke 18:33)

6 He is not here, but is risen: remember how He spake unto you when he was yet in Galilee, 7 Saying, The Son of man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and the third day rise again. 8 And they remembered His words,

When they remembered His Words, they realized:

I serve a risen Savior, He's in the world today;

I know that He is living, whatever men may say;

I see His hand of mercy, I hear His voice of cheer

And just the time I need Him He's always near.

Refrain/Chorus

He lives, He lives, Christ Jesus lives today!

He walks with me and talks with me

along life's narrow way.

He lives, He lives, salvation to impart!

You ask me how I know He lives?

He lives within my heart.

9 And returned from the sepulchre, and told all these things unto the eleven, and to all the rest.

The women who had gone to anoint the Body of the Crucified One, found that He was not there. They had been told that Jesus had risen from the dead. They gladly and excitedly told this to the disciples. And John tells us:

1 The first day of the week cometh Mary Magdalene early, when it was yet dark, unto the sepulchre, and seeth the stone taken away from the sepulchre. 2 Then she runneth, and cometh to Simon Peter, and to the other disciple, whom Jesus loved, and saith unto them, They have taken away the Lord out of the sepulchre, and we know not where they have laid Him. 3 Peter therefore went forth, and that other disciple, and came to the sepulchre. 4 So they ran both together: and the other disciple did outrun Peter, and came first to the sepulchre. 5 And he stooping down, and looking in, saw the linen clothes lying; yet went he not in. 6 Then cometh Simon Peter following him, and went into the sepulchre, and seeth the linen clothes lie, 7 And the napkin, that was about His Head, not lying with the linen clothes, but wrapped together in a place by itself. 8 Then went in also that other disciple, which came first to the sepulchre, and he saw, and believed. John 20:1-8

The Apostle John here focuses on Mary Magdalene and does not mention the other women. But we can only think that she ran to tell the others, but the other women either stayed by the tomb into which the Body of Jesus had been laid, or perhaps they came back in more pensive, thoughtful, manner, walking slowly.

Also we note that Peter was the first male disciple to enter the tomb. However, it appears that John was the first to believe He is Risen from the dead.

10 It was Mary Magdalene, and Joanna, and Mary the mother of James, and other women that were with them, which told these things unto the apostles.

Mary Magdalene. Wikipedia (this source is not a friend of Christians) reports:

Mary Magdalene (sometimes called Mary of Magdala, or simply the Magdalene or the Madeleine) was a woman who, according to the four canonical gospels, traveled with Jesus as one of His followers and was a witness to His crucifixion and resurrection.[1] She is mentioned by name twelve times in the canonical gospels, more than most of the apostles and more than any other woman in the gospels, other than Jesus' family. Mary's epithet Magdalene may mean that she came from the town of Magdala, a fishing town on the western shore of the Sea of Galilee in Roman Judea.

The Gospel of Luke chapter 8 lists Mary Magdalene as one of the women who traveled with Jesus and helped support His ministry "out of their resources", indicating that she was probably wealthy. The same passage also states that seven demons had been driven out of her, a statement which is repeated in Mark 16. In all the four canonical gospels, Mary Magdalene was a witness to the crucifixion of Jesus and, in the Synoptic Gospels, she was also present at His burial. All the four gospels identified her, either alone or as a member of a larger group of women which includes Jesus' mother, as the first to witness the empty tomb, and, either alone or as a member of a group, as the first to witness Jesus' resurrection.

Joanna: Wikipedia reports:

Joanna is a feminine given name deriving from Koinē Greek: Iōanna from Hebrew: 'God is gracious'. Variants in English include Joan, Joann, Joanne, and Johanna. Other forms of the name in English are Jan, Jane, Janet, Janice, Jean, and Jeanne.

The earliest recorded occurrence of the name Joanna, in Luke 8:3, refers to the disciple "Joanna the wife of Chuza," who was an associate of Mary Magdalene. Her name as given is Greek in form, although it ultimately originated from the Hebrew masculine name. ...

Mary the mother of James:

Mary, mother of James is identified in the synoptic gospels as one of the women who went to Jesus' tomb after He was buried. Mark 16:1 and Luke 24:10 refer to "Mary the mother of James" as one of the Myrrh bearers, the women who went to the tomb of Jesus.

Along with Mary Magdalene and Mary of Clopas, Mary the mother of James is known as one of the Three Marys.

Background

Matthew 27:56 says that "Mary the mother of James and Joseph" was watching the crucifixion from a distance. Mark 15:40 calls her "Mary the mother of James the younger and of Joses". James the younger is often identified with James, son of Alphaeus. ...

According to the surviving fragments of the work Exposition of the Sayings of the Lord of the Apostolic Father Papias of Hierapolis, who lived c. 70–163 AD, "Mary, mother of James the Less and Joseph, wife of Alphaeus was the sister of Mary the mother of the Lord, whom John names of Cleophas"

Here we have the mention of three specific women, but the verse also says and other women, which would lend veracity to the accounts of those, some of whom believe the number was six (6) women that had gone, as mourning, heart broken, loving women to the borrowed tomb, to anoint the Body of Jesus. Yet, they had found the large, great stone rolled away and had an encounter with two angels, one of whom was the chief spokesperson. Now they had come back to the place where the disciples were in mourning and told them about Jesus being risen from the dead.

11 And their words seemed to them as idle tales, and they believed them not.

The disciples who were hunkered down in mourning over the great loss of Jesus, could not believe the good news that Jesus had risen from the dead and thus He is Lord.

He is Lord, He is Lord

He has risen from the dead

And He is Lord

Every knee shall bow

Every tongue confess

That Jesus Christ is Lord

You are Lord, You are Lord

You have risen from the dead

And You are Lord

Every knee shall bow

Every tongue confess

That Jesus Christ is Lord

Is HE your Lord? Do you confess Him as Lord? Do you live with the firm idea that HE is Lord? Jesus is the Only One Who came to Earth, took on the form of a man, lived a sinless life as a man, to be the sacrifice, the Lamb of God who taketh away the (death penalty, for) sin of the world.

Do you suppose that while on the way to the tomb they remembered Jesus Christ's triumphal entry into Jerusalem took place in the days before the Last Supper, marking the beginning of His Passion, His time of suffering, death, and resurrection celebrated during Holy Week.

In Matthew 21:1–11, Mark 11:1–11, Luke 19:28–44, and John 12:12–19, Jesus descends from the Mount of Olives towards Jerusalem, and the crowds lay their clothes on the ground to welcome Him as He triumphantly enters Jerusalem.

The triumphal entry is traditionally commemorated on Palm Sunday.

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Bethany was located east of Jerusalem on the Mount of Olives. Zechariah 14:4 states that the Messiah would come to Jerusalem from the Mount of Olives:

Matthew 21:1-11 refers to a passage from Book of Zechariah [Zechariah 9:9] and states: "All this was done, that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophet, saying, Tell ye the daughter of Zion, Behold, thy King cometh unto thee, meek, and sitting upon an ass, and a colt the foal of an ass."[donkey]

Though Jesus had been to Jerusalem several times to celebrate the three pilgrimage festivals, His final entry into Jerusalem had a special meaning. He was solemnly entering as a humble King of peace. Traditionally, entering the city on a donkey symbolizes arrival in peace, rather than as a war -waging king arriving on a horse. As 20th-century British scholar William Neil comments, "[O]ur Lord enacts His first messianic symbol by entering Jerusalem on the back of a donkey. This, as Zechariah had depicted, was the means by which Messiah when He came would enter Zion, not as a conqueror upon a warhorse but as the prince of peace upon a humble beast of burden."

The ladies must have recalled that when Jesus entered Jerusalem, the whole city was stirred and asked, “Who is this?” The crowds answered, “This is Jesus, the prophet from Nazareth in Galilee.” ~ Matthew 21:8-11. Yet by the end of the week, perhaps many of the same crowd were screaming: Crucify Him, CRUCIFY HIM!!!

But it was all a part of the plan of God that stretches back to the third chapter of Genesis and goes forward to the book of Revelation.

14 And the LORD God said unto the serpent, Because thou hast done this, thou art cursed above all cattle, and above every beast of the field; upon thy belly shalt thou go, and dust shalt thou eat all the days of thy life: 15 And I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her Seed; It shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise His heel. - Genesis 3:14-15

18 Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeemed with corruptible things, as silver and gold, from your vain conversation received by tradition from your fathers; 19 But with the precious blood of Christ, as of a Lamb without blemish and without spot: 20 Who verily was foreordained before the foundation of the world, but was manifest in these last times for you, - 1 Peter 1:18-20

8 And all that dwell upon the earth shall worship him (anti Christ), whose names are not written in the book of life of the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world. 9 If any man have an ear, let him hear. - Revelation 13:8-9

PRAYER: Heavenly Father, I know that You love me. But I also know that I have sinned and continue to fall short of what You have for me. Please forgive me of my sin and unrighteousness, so that You can hear and answer this prayer. We each, want the heart of these women who went to the borrowed tomb to love, worship and adore their Lord. Then when they found out that Jesus had risen, they had a hard time to first believe. But You, Jesus made Yourself real to them and to Your male disciples who had not gone to the tomb. Then they all believed that, You, Jesus had risen from the dead and You are Lord. Help me to draw nigh (near) to You Lord, my risen Savior that You might draw near to me. I admit that I have had bad thoughts and I ask You to give me the strength to submit myself unto God and then give me the strength and power to resist the devil and all his tricks and devices. I ask You to protect me and God the Holy Spirit, I ask You to come into me, afresh and anew driving from me every thought of the evil one. Please give me the power Your POWER to resist the evil one. And now I pray You will forgive me and restore me to the days of my first love of You. Give me a place of service, I pray. Make it clear to me, my risen Savior, I pray. I need Thee every hour, every minute, every second of every day. You, my Lord are invited in and anything not of God, I cast out in the Name of Jesus. Thank You for Your patience, Your Grace and Your Mercy. I ask and pray in the Mighty, Wonderful, Magnificent Name of Jesus Christ, God the Son. Amen and amen.

HE IS RISEN

May God bless you in all that you do for Him,

Brother J.R. Hughes

Bible Believing Attorney Soul winner, Bible teacher, Defender of the Faith

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healing hands, chasing hearts

Jungkook has been chasing love his whole life: in his Quidditch, and for his heart.

Jimin has spent his lifetime healing other people's hurts.

When an accident lands Jungkook into the care of Jimin's hands, he thinks he's met his match, and Jimin feels like he never has before. Neither of them want to let go of what they've found.

Pairing: jikook -- healer jm x quidditch star jk

Rating: M+18, NSFW

Tags: one-shot, potter-verse, strangers to lovers, fluff, falling in love, first dates, getting to know one another, romantic fluff, injury recovery

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff and sweetness, smut

Word Count: complete, 6.3k

summary: after hooking up in London at Yoongi's disaster of a non-wedding, Taehyung and Jungkook find out how hard it is to stay away from someone you found an unexpected connection with, and how perfectly things work out sometimes - even with an overprotective older brother, and when it's all a big secret from everyone they know.

originally written for S2 of the bts hogwarts fest on twitter

Reposting and/or translating is prohibited. Works are available on my ao3 or twitter

THE DAILY PROPHET -- SPORTS

BRITAIN’S SUPERSTAR CHASER, JUNGKOOK JEON, RUSHED TO ST. MUNGOS AFTER BRUTAL BASH WITH WAYWARD BLUDGER IN MAGPIES-CANNONS SHOWDOWN

The Chaser, known for his spectacular, death-defying aerial showmanship and team spirit, has fallen victim to his own grandiose talents after taking a bludger to the neck during Sunday’s Montrose-Chudley match.

Jeon, 24, is hailed as England’s greatest Chaser in over a hundred years, and considered a national hero after he almost single-handedly won England its first Quidditch World Cup in forty years over power-house Bulgaria.

The supporters from both teams were deathly quiet when the bludger knocked him off his broom and he fell almost thirty feet before Montrose substitute player, Taehyun Kang, swooped off the team bench to catch him before he hit the ground.

Cannons Beater, Alfred Whitehorse, who hit the bludger into the pack of Chaser’s hankering for the loose quaffle, expressed remorse after Jeon was carted away and rushed to St. Mungo’s.

“Quidditch is a bloody business, but I’d never properly want to cause injury to anyone, especially not to a player like Jeon,” Whitehorse remarked, almost in tears. “He’s an all round good lad too. Bloody hell, he’s a tough kid, he’ll be right, right?”

The magical community, fans and general public alike, all wait anxiously for updates on Jeon’s condition. No word has been received from the Montrose Magpie’s organisation, or from St. Mungo’s at this time.

“Healer Park!”

Jimin paused in the hallway toward the break room and turned back to see his supervisor the Healer-in-Charge, Humphrey Blusterworth, a stout man with red-cheeks and a growing belly he claimed was due to age but everyone knew he always had extra helpings of the lemon tarts his wife made, was rushing toward him.

“Healer Park, quickly, quickly, follow me,” Healer Blusterworth ordered, a little breathless.

“But I - my break…” Jimin trailed off. He was hungry, it was after lunch and he hadn’t eaten since breakfast.

“No time, Park! We have a very important patient coming in, and you’re needed.”

That caught Jimin’s attention, with a sigh, he followed along to the elevator, where Healer Blusterworth shooed the other Healer’s out and told the ever silent and droopy-eared house elf manning the elevator - Percy, Jimin managed to extract out of him one day when he’d shared a bag of treats from Zonko’s with him a few years back - to the ground floor.

The elevator ride was smooth and speedy from the third floor to the ground floor, where Jimin was usually found, but Potions and Plant Poisoning had been understaffed. Since his sub-specialty was potions, he’d been reassigned from Artefact Accidents for the day.

“The patient is Jungkook Jeon,” Healer Blusterworth told Jimin, whose eyes widened at the name. “Bludger to the neck during the match. Very important work to do, Park, or we’ll have the entire British Quidditch league, all their fans, and the whole bloody nation on our necks.”

Jungkook Jeon. Jimin hadn’t seen him in person since he was a wide-eyed, gangly, Quidditch-mad fifth year. Everyone had known him at Hogwarts as the Quidditch kid, the Ravenclaw Chaser who pulled Championships for their house four years straight. As a Slytherin, Jimin hadn’t enjoyed watching his House lose, but then again, he hadn’t watched that much Quidditch either - he spent most of his time studying. Still, Jungkook was one of those kids that everyone knew, or knew of. So Jimin vaguely remembered him from school, and felt that strange kind of pride that someone he’d almost known had become wildly successful with a reputation for being a decent person too.

“Right, understood,” Jimin replied, immediately dropping into his Healer mindset, trying to put aside nerves in favour of professionalism and sharp thinking.

They exited the elevator. Jimin gave Percy a smile, which was ignored, but he didn’t mind, and hurried after Blusterwoth, who was surprisingly quick despite his stumpy little legs. They hurried past reception, and Jimin waved to the Welcome Witch who called out the room number they needed to go to. The private ward, of course.

They reached the door, and Healer Blusterworth gave Jimin a pointed look, his eyes screamed not to mess it up. He took a deep breath, and walked in.

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“I guess that bludger really killed me, huh.”

Jimin turned at the sound of Jungkook’s low, slurred voice and hiccup of a laugh. He wasn’t concerned by the statement, a lot of patients said things like that after major procedures; the magical high lingered to keep them from feeling too much pain while they healed. Jungkook was definitely feeling it; his eyes were glazed and smile was dopey.

“Not quite, Mr. Jeon,” Jimin smiled, putting down the clipboard at the end of the bed.

“Must have,” Jungkook sighed dreamily. “‘Cause you look like an angel.”

Jimin's smile widened, he couldn’t help it. What a smooth talker, he wondered if it was a side-effect of the healing, or if he really was like that in real life.

“All right, superstar,” Jimin chuckled. “You seem to be feeling better. That lightheadedness should be wearing off quickly now that you’re awake. Are you thirsty?”

Jungkook smacked his lips together. “Yes. My mouth is… icky.”

Oh, no. He was cute. Now that Jimin had a better look at him, the very vague memories he had of him from school matched with what he saw now. Big eyes on a sweet looking face. Although the Jungkook of back then wasn’t the… man he most certainly was now. But Jimin tried not to focus on that. Tried.

The jug of water on the bedside table poured itself into a glass, and Jimin’s silent spell had the bed rising slowly to have Jungkook put into a sitting position. He seemed to be coming down. His blinking was less languid, and the glaze of his eyes was clearing, and the dopiness faded from his expression.

The glass hovered and waited to be taken, and Jimin handed it over to Jungkook, who took it and drank a few sips before taking a large gulp.

“Thank you,” he said, smacking his lips together a few times to moisten them. “That’s much better.”

“Not a worry,” Jimin replied, taking back the glass and letting it go in the air, where it hovered for a moment before lowering itself back down to its place by the jug. “Are you feeling more clear headed?”

Jungkook nodded. He took a few deep breaths and Jimin watched as he cautiously raised his hand to pat at his neck, where he’d been hit.

“The bludger broke two vertebrae in your neck, and badly damaged your trapezius muscles on the right side. Thankfully your spinal cord was not injured, it’s a miracle, really. That takes much, much longer to repair, and there is no guarantee you wouldn’t be paralyzed.”

Jungkook looked at him with wide, scared eyes.

“I know it’s terrifying,” Jimin said softly, “It’s not my intention to frighten you, I just want you to know how lucky you are. You’re going to be okay.”

“That’s… a lot. Wow. Okay, that’s - wow.” He cleared his throat, and Jimin waited patiently. “Um, what’s the Healer’s name that healed me? I’d like to thank them.”

At that, Jimin felt a flood of warmth. “Healer Park,” he said with a smile. “And I’m grateful for your gratitude.”

Jungkook’s mouth opened in a surprise ‘O’, and then he grinned widely. “Healer Park, thank you for saving my neck.”

Jimin laughed at the literal and metaphorical pun, and when his laughter eased, he saw Jungkook staring at him and flushed at the attention. He cleared his throat.

“We, uh, you’ll need to stay overnight but I think you’ll be fine to go home in the morning. You’ll have to take a healing potion for a few days at home, and I’d suggest taking it easy and not training for a few days.”

At that, Jungkook frowned, as Jimin expected.

“I know it’s difficult to step back from something you want to do, and in the middle of the season. I won’t prohibit it, but if you want to be at your best, taking a few days to recover instead of pushing yourself will benefit you and your team in the long run.”

Jungkook huffed out some air. “I know you’re right, it just feels wrong to take a break…”

“You’re still as Quidditch mad as you were at school, then?” Jimin wondered.

“We - I don’t remember…” Jungkook was surprised and seemed embarrassed.

“I didn’t expect you to remember me. I was two years ahead of you,” Jimin explained easily and unaffected. “Even if I wasn’t never particularly interested in anything outside of my studies, it was impossible not to know who you were at Hogwarts.”

Jungkook went red and groaned. “Oh, god. I hope you didn’t believe everything you heard back then, some of the rumours were ridiculous.”

“Of course not,” Jimin assured him, amused.

“Park… What’s your first name?” Jungkook asked.

“Jimin. Jimin Park. Slytherin.”

Jungkook furrowed his brow and stared at him. “You… dyed your hair. It used to be black,” he said slowly, as if recalling a memory.

Jimin blinked, surprised. It was true. Once he moved out of his parents home and gained independence after working, he started to dye his hair. He liked it blonde, as it was now.

“Oh!” Jungkook exclaimed suddenly. “Namjoon used to have a crush on you!”

Jimin gaped. “What? Namjoon Kim?”

Jungkook nodded. “Yeah. He used to tutor me in the common room, so we were friends even though he was three years older. He mentioned you a few times.”

“That’s… flattering.”

Jimin didn’t know what to say. He’d been friendly with Namjoon. He’d been a year older, and they’d had to work together when Jimin was a prefect and Namjoon was Head Boy. The last he’d heard, Namjoon was an Unspeakable.

There was a knock on the door, and it opened to reveal Healer Blusterworth.

“Ah, Mr. Jeon, you’re awake,” he said pleasantly.

“This is the Healer-in-Charge, Healer Blusterworth,” Jimin introduced him to Jungkook.

He turned to his supervisor and informed him of Jungkook’s condition and his recommendations. He held his tongue while Blusterworth took over and claimed half of Jimin’s work as his own. Jungkook sat there with a patient look on his face, but he glanced over at Jimin from time to time, and when Jimin caught his gaze he rolled his eyes a little. At least he could see through it; that was nice, for a change.

After that, Jimin was forced to leave Jungkook when his coach and teammates arrived. He didn’t want to go, somehow. Those few minutes they’d been talking had been really pleasant. When he looked over his shoulder, he caught Jungkook staring at him. At the big smile he received when they met eyes, Jimin couldn’t help but smile back, heart alight, and try to force down his blush.

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Jungkook woke up for the second time in the presence of an angel.

He didn’t make a fool of himself this time by spouting nonsense. He kept quiet, and watched as Healer Park - Jimin - furrowed his brow as he checked over something on a clipboard, the feather quill hovering over the parchment. His tongue was poking out just a little bit, and his nose was scrunched to one side.

Jungkook was absolutely certain he was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen, and he didn’t even mean appearance-wise, although he definitely was stunning - he could’ve claimed to be part-veela and Jungkook would have believed him. It was his aura. Something radiated from Jimin; warmth, goodness, comfort. Just looking at him, talking to him… Jungkook felt like he could feel Jimin’s soul, and it was beautiful. He wanted to know him.

He blinked when Jimin suddenly looked up and caught him staring.

“Oh. Good morning, Mr. Jeon,” he greeted with a smile.

Oh, that smile was going to kill Jungkook. Bludgers had nothing on how knocked-out he felt at the sight of that smile.

“Jungkook,” he corrected. “Just Jungkook is fine.”

“Okay, Just Jungkook,” Jimin giggled, and Jungkook grinned at the silliness of it. “It looks like you’ve responded well to the treatment, and you’ll be free to head home in a few hours. Have they brought you breakfast yet?”

He shook his head. “No, I’ve just woken up.”

“I’ll ask them to send the trolley for you,” Jimin said. The clipboard followed Jimin around as he walked to the side of the bed and pulled a potion out of his pocket. “Now, this is for you. It won’t taste good at all - ” Jungkook swore he almost died from aggressive cuteness at the sight of Jimin’s scrunched up, disgusted expression as he spoke about the potion, “ - but you have to drink it all. Not one drop can go to waste if you want the potion to do its work. You only need to drink it once per day… it might be better to drink it in the evening or when you’re alone because it will, ah, be useful if you need to relieve yourself.”

Jungkook snorted at Jimin’s roundabout, embarrassed explanation, but he felt mildly embarrassed as well. At least Jimin gave him a smile back like they were in it together.

“This potion is for today, and when you’re leaving, I’ll provide you a pack for the week with instructions and further recommendations for your recovery.”

He was very professional, and Jungkook admired that.

“Did you always want to be a Healer?” He wondered.

Jimin was surprised by the question, but he answered it quickly. “I did. My father is a muggle doctor, a surgeon, and my mother is a Magizoologist, so I grew up learning about two very different types of healing. But honestly, I can’t fathom how my father can bear to use scalpels and stitches.” He shuddered. “I admire him a lot, because muggle healing is very difficult and different from magical healing, but I couldn’t do it. He’s quite jealous of us.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile at the clear love in Jimin’s voice for his parents, and passion in his voice.

“I’ve never met a muggle doctor. They have such a terrifying reputation,” Jungkook said.

Jimin laughed. “I know. Whenever my father introduces himself and tells wizards what he does, they’re all so horrified. Now he doesn’t bother to explain, he makes up professions instead, like a paddle boarding instructor, and no one ever knows the truth.”

Jungkook didn’t know what paddle boarding was, but, “He sounds like a laugh,” Jungkook grinned.

“He is. He’s quite a big fan of Quidditch too,” Jimin said pointedly.

“I hope he’s a Montrose fan.”

“His favourite player is Hoseok Jung,” Jimin grinned, and laughed when Jungkook groaned.

It was very common knowledge that Jungkook and Hoseok Jung had a rivalry dating back to Hogwarts. Although Hoseok was three years his senior, they were murderous with each other on the field. He was a Keeper, and made it his mission to never allow Jungkook to get a quaffle past him. They were quite good friends, since they played together on the national team, but during the league games all bets were off.

“I take it back, he sounds dreadful,” Jungkook joked.

Jimin laughed, half bent over, like he was laughing with his entire body, and Jungkook knew at that moment that this couldn’t be the end of their conversations. He couldn’t leave St. Mungo’s without the promise of seeing him again.

“Are you busy tomorrow?” He asked suddenly, taking his chance.

Jimin straightened up. “Busy? Uh, why?” Jimin’s cheeks were pink, Jungkook wanted to eat them. In a non-creepy, romantic kind of way.

“I would like to go on a date with you,” he stated with far more confidence than he felt.

He never asked people on dates. Usually they asked him. He didn’t want to sound conceited, but he was well known and sought after, although he knew it was mostly superficial. He didn’t often accept any invitations; usually they only cared he was Jungkook Jeon, famous Quidditch player. But Jimin… he felt different, he was different. He didn’t look at him like he was someone famous, or speak to him like he wasn’t a regular person. He was just Jungkook talking to Jimin, and he wanted more of it.

Jimin was quiet for a moment, but Jungkook could read his emotions as they passed over his eyes; surprise, light confusion, and then settled on happiness.

“I’d love to.” He smiled like he meant it: bright, happy, until his eyes were just about shut. Beautiful. It made Jungkook’s heart twist. “But tomorrow I have work until 8 p.m. Is that too late?”

“I’d meet you at three in the morning if you asked,” Jungkook replied, only half-joking.

“Cheesy,” Jimin giggled. His cheeks seemed permanently pink, and Jungkook loved how it looked on him. “But maybe I like that.”

“Oh, I can be plenty cheesy. I am made of cheese,” Jungkook joked stupidly, and was rewarded with another laugh and fond eye roll, and he was already so gone for the Healer it wasn’t funny.

But it was okay, because from the way that Jimin was blushing, and the little smiles and happy eyes, he had a feeling it wasn’t totally one-sided.

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“What’s with you mate?” Yugyeom, Jungkook’s fellow Chaser and best friend, sat down on the bench beside him, lowering his broom gently to the grass. “You’re looking far too happy for sitting out of training.”

Jungkook hadn’t been able to wipe the smile from his face all day long. He was too excited for his date with Jimin.

“I have a date tonight,” he admitted.

Yugyeom’s eyes widened in surprise. “With who?”

“Jimin Park,” Jungkook sighed dreamily. “He was my Healer at St. Mungo’s.”

“The short blonde one?” Yugyeom questioned with a cheery whistle. “Looking at you, pulling all the fit ones.”

Jungkook elbowed his side. “It’s not just that,” he said, still smiling. “He’s amazing.”

“You met him once,” Yugyeom deadpanned.

Jungkook clicked his tongue. “I’m telling you, Yugy, I think this is it for me. He’s… I just have this feeling, you know?”

“I don’t… but I believe you,” Yugyeom replied, mouth soft with a smile. “Just be careful, yeah? I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

Jungkook waved his hand. “Jimin’s nothing like Charlie.”

“Yugyeom!”

Coach called for him sharply, and Jungkook patted his shoulder. He sighed and picked up his broom, mounted it, and flew back into training. Jungkook took a deep breath in and sighed.

He knew Yugyeom was just looking out for him. He was a hopeless romantic, and it had led him into trouble in the past. He was too trusting, too quick to dive in. It led to a six-month relationship with Charlie Thistledon, a wizard who worked for the International Association of Quidditch. It took a while before Jungkook figured out Charlie wanted Jungkook for his name and prestige, nothing more. It had been hard to get over - not the heartbreak, necessarily, but the feeling of betrayal.

One of the best things Jungkook had learned from Quidditch was how to pick himself and move on. Bad things happened, feelings got hurt, bones broken, mistakes were made - but it did no good to dwell on it. You have to keep moving forward to find your feet again, so he felt the same about his heart.

Jimin Park had something about him, something special, something unique to him that had caught Jungkook’s attention. He wasn’t going to let a past hurt stop him from finding out what it was - he couldn’t if he tried, his heart was too inclined to find the place it belonged.

Training was finished, his teammates headed to wash up, and Jungkook was antsy to leave. He wanted to get back to London in time to wash after travelling the Floo Network before he met Jimin.

His coach and his team captain, Archie Archibald, stopped him from leaving as quickly as he wanted to discuss his participation over the next few days before their match against Pride of Portree. He was glad it wasn’t going to be a particularly difficult match - Portree were hanging around the bottom of the ladder for the fifth year in a row - but he had an idea to let Taehyun Kang take the field in his place. The kid was basically fresh from Hogwarts and determined to prove himself. Luckily, the coach and Archie both agreed it would be good to blood him.

Jungkook flew home, sitting upright and carefree. He loved flying, it was so freeing. Up in the sky, there was nothing he couldn’t do. He’d had to learn to balance that illusion of invincibility with reality. Professional Quidditch had beaten that into him, particularly his first year in the league, when he’d learned the hard way that being the best at Hogwarts didn’t mean anything, and feeling like your veins ran with wind and the sky was your heart didn’t mean your broom was anything more than just a magical broom.

With the salty, ocean air blowing through his hair, Jungkook took a moment to close his eyes and let go. Let go of the pressure building in the back of his mind about missing training, about getting an injury at all, at what the fans might think, at how he was letting down his team. It was hard to block off the part of himself that wanted to compete, wanted to succeed, wanted to be the best, and had to prove it. Just for today, he wanted to forget Quidditch.

He had a date with a cute Healer, after all.

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Jimin fiddled nervously with the tufts of hair visible under his beanie, tickling his forehead. The night air was chilly, and his nose was cold, but his racing heart was keeping him warm. His eyes wandered around the area, scanning for his date. Time ticked by, closer and closer to the hour they’d set to meet, but there was still no sight of him.

Being a half-blood gave Jimin a lot of advantages, with a foot in both the muggle and magical worlds. He had been so thrilled, and flattered, and giddy at Jungkook asking him for a date it had taken him a moment to remember that Jungkook was quite famous, and he was recovering from injury. So he suggested a date in the muggle world. He’d been nervous about Jungkook’s reaction, but he’d seemed curiously delighted which relieved Jimin.

He suggested they meet a few blocks back from the Leaky Cauldron, on the edge of the wizarding area of London, and to just walk around until they found somewhere they’d like to sit when they were hungry. Jimin wasn’t interested in high-pressure dates - he lived a high pressure life, with people's lives, limbs, health, and death in his hands daily. Taking a break from that stress was what he needed. He hoped Jungkook understood. He might even feel the same, considering his gruelling Quidditch work and the celebrity he’s acquired over the years.

“Jimin!” He heard his name called out by a familiar voice and turned to see Jungkook striding toward him, a beaming smile on his face, his hand waving madly. A few people looked at him strangely, but he paid them no mind, and Jimin found his actions completely charming.

Jungkook came to a stop in front of him, and Jimin was smiling so happily he could barely see through his eyes, his cheeks were pushed up so high.

“Jungkook, you found me. I hope it wasn’t too hard to get here.”

He shook his head. “No, I was just worried about being late. Training ran late so I had to rush to wash up.”

Jimin frowned at that. “You were training?”

“No! No, no,” Jungkook shook his head. “I meant wash up after the Floo trip. I keep putting off getting some maintenance done on my London base, so it’s a little dusty.” He scratched the back of his neck, bashfully, his smile a little embarrassed.

“As long as you rest well,” Jimin said with a smile. “Shall we?”

Jungkook nodded. “So you’re going to show me muggle London?” He asked, eagerness in his voice.

“If you like,” Jimin replied. “Have you not spent much time around muggles?”

“Not really,” Jungkook admitted. “I have a few muggleborn friends, but I’m not close enough to spend time with them outside of where we meet, which is always around Quidditch. Does that make me sound snobbish?”

“No,” Jimin shook his head. “Just normal.”

“Normal,” Jungkook mused with a wistful looking smile. “So this is normal for you? Dates in the muggle world?”

Jimin laughed. “Not really,” he admitted. “I don’t date much. My work keeps me very busy.”

“I can understand that,” Jungkook replied ruefully. “Certain times during the year all I have time to do is eat, train, and sleep.”

“Does it ever worry you? Not finding time for yourself or someone else?” Jimin wondered.

The concern had often crossed his mind when a friend or colleague would tell him about their new boyfriend or girlfriend, or all the fun things they did over the weekends, and he was at home curled up with a cup of tea, researching new and old magical remedies, or doing next to nothing because he was so exhausted from a long day of healing.

“Not at all.” Jungkook’s easy answer surprised him. “I’m of the mind that if it matters, you make time. So, I’ll make the time when it matters. Like now.” He grinned, and Jimin blushed, his heart fluttered in his chest.

Their conversation flowed naturally, with barely a pause to breathe they had so much to say. They walked the busy streets of muggle London, and Jimin explained the things that Jungkook was wide-eyed awed and confused about. They watched a street performer, and Jungkook marvelled at how captivating it was, even without the magical effects a wizard could add. At some point, their hands linked, fingers entwined with shy smiles.

Midnight neared, and Jimin felt like no time had passed at all. It was the best date he’d ever been on. They hid behind a cafe to aparate back to Jungkook’s flat. He had to go back to Scotland for morning meetings with Montrose, so Jimin insisted he see him off home as far as he could.

At the front door of his flat, Jimin’s heart felt like it would beat out of his chest when Jungkook stopped and looked at him at the bottom of the stairs.

“I don’t want the night to end,” he told him in a low voice. “Jimin… you’re… this was so amazing.”

His eyes held no lies, they were dark and sincere, intense and shining. Jimin swallowed and licked his lips. His grip on Jungkook’s hand adjusted and tightened. He didn’t want to let go.

“Neither do I,” he whispered. “I - ”

He couldn’t say what he needed to with words. Jimin leaned up on his tiptoes, pulling his hands down a little so Jungkook would understand from the pressure. He kept his eyes open and on Jungkook, reading no sign of discomfort, and then let his hand go to lightly grip Jungkook’s cheeks. Their lips touched in a gentle press of skin to skin, soft and careful, but with meaning.

Jimin’s heels fell back to the ground and he pulled back.

“This was the best date of my life,” he said, a little breathless.

He let out a little shriek when Jungkook suddenly wrapped his arm around his waist and picked him up, kissing him again, spinning him. He recovered quickly and threw his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders, and they both smiled, giggling and kissing.

Jungkook let him down when he stumbled a little, with a small laugh and Jimin couldn’t stop smiling.

“Is this what flying feels like?” He asked, staring at Jungkook, who looked so handsome with his cheeks flushed and eyes bright.

Jungkook stared at him for a moment and then he broke out in the widest smile Jimin had seen from him yet.

“Yeah,” he said, just as breathless as Jimin felt. “Yeah. This is exactly what it feels like.”

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THE DAILY PROPHET

Is love in the air for Britain’s fittest Quidditch star, Jungkook Jeon? Sources confirm: Yes, it is!

For several months now, according to people close to the Quidditch star. Je on, 25, has been secretly dating none other than the gifted Healer who tended to him after the injury he suffered in the Montrose-Chudley match. Jimin Park, 27, has reportedly been a Healer at St. Mungo’s for several years, reputed for his gifted healing skills. He has been seen attending several Montrose matches, with some fans commenting that Jeon has been seen to throw winks or waves in his general direction throughout the matches…

Jimin put the Prophet down on the table with an upset sigh. Jungkook leaned down over the back of his chair and kissed his head.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I wish I could’ve stopped it.”

Jimin shook his head. “No, even if you wanted to, they’d have printed something else. Maybe something worse. We should thank Seokjin for warning us ahead of publication. It’s nice to have a journalist friend in these situations.”

Jungkook hummed and kissed his head again. “Well. Seokjin is less a friend and more a sparring partner.”

Jimin giggled and raised his face to Jungkook, who was smiling down at him. He knew Jungkook was only messing about. His relationship with Seokjin was as brothers, developed over years of contact and mutual respect as sportsman and reporter. Jungkook loved and trusted him very much.

He leaned up and pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s lips.

“I just wish the Prophet didn’t splash about our relationship like this.” Jimin pouted when he sat again. “I can’t believe they found that photo of me.” He wrinkled his nose.

Alongside a portrait of Jungkook taken for the Montrose team photos at the beginning of the season, was Jimin’s hospital identification photo. It was a few years old, and a little embarrassing in how awkward he was, smiling and then blinking from the flash like he was surprised by the photo being taken.

“It’s cute,” Jungkook said.

“You think everything I do is cute,” Jimin rolled his eyes. “You’re biased.”

“It’s true, I am.”

Jungkook kissed him, and lingered on his lips. Jimin felt his heart skip as the atmosphere between them changed, and Jungkook drew back ever so slightly to look into his eyes. The amusement had faded from them, and his stare had become dark and intense. Jimin felt his own gaze turn molten. He shifted in his chair to twist to Jungkook and kiss him again, deeper, full of intent.

Jungkook reciprocated, his mouth immediately opening and his tongue slipping between Jimin’s open lips. He sighed into the kiss and stood, his arms looped around Jungkook’s neck.

“I love you, baby,” Jungkook murmured into his mouth. He pulled back a little, holding Jimin in his arms, his hands splayed over his mid-back. Through the haze of clear desire in his eyes, there was also worry. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Jimin gave him a fond smile. His heart squeezed in his chest at his boyfriend's care and concern.

“I can’t promise we’ll always have sunshine together, but I’ll endure anything as long as I can stay beside you,” Jimin told him. “I love you, Jungkookie. So much. So I’m okay. I know that being with you means we’ll have to deal with things like this.”

Jungkook’s gaze softened. “How did I get so lucky to find you?”

“You had your neck broken by a bludger, darling. Let’s not repeat that,” Jimin said with a little laugh.

“Let’s not,” Jungkook chuckled and leaned down to capture his lips again.

Jimin loved the way Jungkook kissed him, like he was the only person in the world and nothing else mattered. His hand twisted up into Jungkook’s hairs, and they both inhaled sharply as Jungkook pulled him in closer and closer until Jimin was arching back and Jungkook was over him.

Jungkook’s hands moved down to cup to ass and Jimin moaned into his mouth when he squeezed. He lifted his legs to wrap around Jungkook’s waist when he felt him lift up. Jungkook held him up, his palms cupping his ass, and Jimin hooked his ankles together. Neither one broke their kiss as Jungkook walked them through from the kitchen to the stairs.

Going up to them was an ordeal of kissing and laughing, of Jungkook pausing to regain his strength and refusing to put Jimin down because, “I can do it, Jiminie, I’m sexy as hell,” followed by more laughter, and kisses.

When they finally made it to the bedroom and Jungkook lowered Jimin onto his back on the bed, Jimin flipped them so he straddled Jungkook. Jungkook’s eyes widened slightly as Jimin pressed a finger to his lips when he went to protest.

“You did so good bringing us up the stairs, darling. Let me do the work now.” His voice was low and seductive, the way he knew went straight to Jungkook’s groin, and he leaned down to kiss the sharp angles of his jaw.

“Oh, god, Jimin, you’re going to kill me,” Jungkook groaned.

He shivered at Jungkook’s hands on his waist, slipping under the fabric of his shirt, and focused on the neck he was placing wet, breathy kisses on, and the ear he nibbled on as he lowered his hips to connect with Jungkook. He rolled his hips and felt heat coil at the moan Jungkook gave, and the tightening of his hands around his waist.

Jimin pulled back and sat up, his hands on Jungkook’s chest and stared into his boyfriend’s eyes while he rolled his hips again, pressing down and biting his lip at feeling how hard Jungkook was under him.

“Off,” Jungkook practically panted, eager and needy, pushing his shirt up. “Off, off, off.”

Jimin grinned and lifted his arms to the sky. “Take it off me then.”

Jungkook sat up and kissed him, and Jimin shivered as his hands moved up his body, and a thumb flicked over his nipple. The shirt broke their kiss as Jungkook pulled it over his head and dropped it on the ground. Jimin lowered his hands to the hem of Jungkook’s shirt and pulled it up and over his head.

“You’re so gorgeous, darling.”

Jungkook’s body never ceased to amaze Jimin. But it was his heart that was the most beautiful thing about him. So big, so full of love and passion.

He cupped Jungkook’s face and kissed him deeply.

“I love you so much.”

They kissed for a while, with Jungkook holding Jimin with one arm around his waist, and the other holding himself up on the bed behind him. Jimin ground his hips down on Jungkook as they kissed. The friction kept them both hard and wanting, the heat between them growing to an unbearable level until they both scrambled to take off their pants, and Jungkook reached over to the bedside table to take the jar of magical oil that made Jimin so happy he was a wizard.

Jimin stroked both his and Jungkook’s cocks lazily as he sat straddled on Jungkook’s thighs, while Jungkook coated his fingers in the oil. He gave Jimin a salacious smirk.

“Come here, baby,” Jungkook murmured, and Jimin let both their hard-ons go. He moved forward to allow Jungkook to work, and gasped as Jungkook’s fingers entered him. He closed his eyes at the warm tingle that relaxed his hole and readied him to take Jungkook with barely any work but a few slides of Jungkook’s fingers.

“Good?” Jungkook asked him.

Jimin reached between their bodies for Jungkook’s solid, throbbing cock, and lined it up with his hole. He lowered himself down slowly, loving the way Jungkook watched him with dark eyes, and how he felt his cock twitch in his hand until he had to let go.

“So good,” Jimin breathed in pleasure as he bottomed out.

He rode Jungkook slowly, letting him set the pace with his hands moving to roll Jimin’s hips. They looked at each other, eyes locked and heady until the feeling became too much, and Jimin’s head fell back, his eyes squeezing shut and mouth gaping from pleasure.

Jungkook moaned underneath him, and his hands tightened almost bruisingly on his hips but he lost his rhythm. Jimin picked it up easily, feeling how hard and hearing how close Jungkook was getting. He changed his movements from rolls, to figure 8s, to bouncing, loving the feeling of Jungkook sliding in and out, in and out, his balls slapping on Jungkook's pelvis, and the sound of skin smacking lightly.

His thighs grew fatigued, and Jungkook suddenly sat up, holding him tightly against his body, pressing Jimin down, and Jimin moaned aloud at how deep Jungkook was inside of him. They could barely move the way they were, but it didn’t matter, they didn’t need to. They were both so close. The friction of Jimin’s dick between their bodies, and the way Jimin kept moving his hips on Jungkook, and the small thrusts Jungkook managed was enough to have them coming undone together hardly a minute later.

They shuddered and panted through their orgasms, their faces buried in each other's necks, pressing soft kisses against the sweat slick skin.

Jungkook lifted his head, and Jimin was enamoured with his flushed cheeks and bright eyes. He lifted his hand and wiped the hair sticking to his forehead back from his face.

“It’s you and me, baby,” Jungkook said with a smile. “Forever, yeah?”