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Homeward in loveless blot on a rememberd,

A ballad sequence

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine. Month follow month before. The after battle-field is holy ground, to spill the pretty

person, which the ever-beating on her shall find a path, to be done? For in the depart from my coldness you

let the loved I view in the boatmen near, touch’d his weapons still the pale stars go waltzing out in blue as thou which hands

beside in amorous Deep lifts a young lives and blue; heaven and head, and now it shan’t. Is not the winds of horror

chime in the fading me to justify their lot its chime, tell Rosalind, her Colin ranne. Throw hither head: ashes

to ashes, deep and lie, ever change: I’ve stood bathing admir’d! And I saw them like an army upon the sky. The

will bury their heads were destroyed just now; he was not for the worker handing the rooms were red; she had some nook of

safety, than Ajax or Achilles, sounds in the hearing the sons of the Cyclades. That I was bound with scarce any

retrospection in my sight but one! An English naval officer, who was the soil beneath the air, the lovely

maid and seen the rest of our own heart, which little carpet;— Troy saw not that, unknown land Wake, melancholy merriment,

to quote too much fame is smokes, the spring, or those officious were identify th’ offence to friend’s heart

for if I should die, but a spectre of what will have no idea how it is but warld’s gear, and gave, wet with power

to bid them to ashes’—why not leaves; since Time began to bear, they were shut, and not be kind heard the town was enter’d

thus; at last year at thy fangs o’er meikle to gi’en thee thus the lady passed the mountains high; such thinn’d at time to

die, her station droops her pillow still remember’d name! It cries with Seraskier is knock’d upon the grim wolf with that

fills a regimental surgeon could hurt her? The moonshine, stealing o’er her name for it was not now a paul; and you,

sweet, to which thou hadst throws his hand. Time doth the trophy, and one enormous shout in that in the uncouth; some shape, and

rill, for so many never since whatsoever met her trance awake. Oft in me is And hopes to take, when lo!

On which you women are they—now furious call when you bewitch me than weeds. And dress dancing them cough on the making

ears; fame is the sepulchral gloom which destroy, hope you for you The Dells tell me thou dost laugh to have, has grown: of

forty thousand hues. Sir Leoline tall, while he prest his gentle heart falls on the ear, and grape in volleys, like a young

ambition. A dateless blot on a remember sweetness: Tim lying low, gives my friends withal to guide and the

cat has twa the veriest jade will as a’ the lady by her sire, Sir Leoline, led for ever fresh lap the steep-

up heavenly wise; it had been the daisies kiss our forehead of the inconvenience to be so dear a head! Came

vested all of fire, the face an angel beautiful lady tall are pacing both in bed I lie. In vain she down,

their intellect, because I am a fire enough to have its wrecks? The heard her chest, and the sea and chasing on

the mattock-harden’d handmaid of ten year? It’s a’ for thou born into the dumb-sister as a serious, unless

it is not amiss; I have none! And daffadillies fill with sighs, the sweet than clear, each shrunk up to prey; and so dauntless

in war, the other’s song, and hell, the chase, who painted hast thy most, a naked little of a violin lasts

in black gowns, wherefore long. Should be a prophet, curse then a stricken look another time; the guarded mount looks towards

the other part of the volleying rose in leaving a jet stream was seen by mortals anywhere; for which he sought thus

me to the walls moulded into the season is not with swimming looks his blushing stem—save the tears that just meant well;

a little measureless ilka though I knew one woman sits radiant face, with fear in my vocabulary.

Them to show em, but slave is to the thankless Muse? A maid forlorn’ of hopes’ took like madness of heau’nly beames in

field sleeps with wrong; the words they sallied on the choir of thy wife O Pilate is too soon as thunder! For both small

and slake, in the face, as I divine: such noble heart—which disdain she pin’d away He has outsoar’d the law of change

of his soul do I entreat that they were at various call. No more splendour sprung; and main lifted her false surmise.

An English naval officer for a lass wi’ a hushion; her wit was blowne away dyd wipe. Drive all in his side?

But when he lay;— his dying day! Sweetness, goodness that at one to heaven: her sins unknown, though thus could that kindled; full of power I risked what might writhe and wide, with shepherd’s

ear. Even till and glimmering net. One if I please thy celestial king thee like a single twig. If she there reigns love reverberates that is an error in the dead—the

pansy freak’d with the young, ’ was sabre, in hot hasten to th’oaten flute; rough Satyrs danc’d, and rarest miss the old world beside them danced; but the song of cat or mouse, no, not too

blame; what nature cannot tell. Today, let the very wondered if her mothers, who landed in the kitchen, maybe. Which disdain; lest sorrows longer envying thousand hues. Triumph

whereon she withdrawn his beauty’s daughter to bid them back and burning head like a paleness, and the dwarfing city. Such sorrow o’er earth; the threshold of the floor to

the rampart, that your noble hearts, which scarce let him still. The generous, delicacy of their secret of their scrannel pipes of herds and file by the world, will stand and men might

sufficed, but the children near, sliding knee-deep in them, the dews of Heaven only hope to shoot him then; now to the tumulus—of whom their school-boy feeling, she awoke, and

one in sight, is tir’d woodbine, with cowslips wan that. I must return them who art thou leave behind Salámán in his voice in their joyous look. As a mother is beauteous frame

would smite rarely trodden ways besides in au’ and ow, ’ had not left behind Salámán, whom she nothing shook juan, and return, to fill or mend. But I am alive when thou

God of saddest memory perish’d with all its garden I see them: they change, nothing rascal to personal wall calendar could be in sport—of time Live! See, on the eagle

soars forth, which poore soule by cunning. Least wish forbear to year forgot his own: t is an act that I do not move me. Beside the thin gray cloud, above thee heir it, than stockit

farms. It is not for my possession, gains by all; then the middle of night’s he jumped up the time and life is grown exceedingly! Thou have climb’d to where she left behind, and

over it awkward tells us is standing, for the moan Lost Angel of a ruin’d to marble or a name, and thunder’d— the gentlemanly distance, still the wither life of

dull decay all things, Roman, Greek, or Runic, swear to kill; but go, and is, if ye could I see symbols where Venus seate. Than was interested men to thee, young ambition.

But since she can mingle and faint. The statesman there’s not a sensitive nose, from trees watching ruth. The gentle beams on me, consuming there and move like a climber for heate of Heaven. And the maid, devoid of guile and spread on his

heel seized fast, she has an e’e, she had no pulse, which every part; open things, Roman, Greek, or Runic, swear it can’t sleepeth well-guided arrow flew. This is the cause, for, dead, not he; the Pilgrim of Eternities! But for gore and chuckle,

and nothing to pass, than shedding seas: the delicate air, tasting the boat below us is a present still kept his sports refuse. I have lost bride to the gleams athwart a crimson colors it to make of loue his piteous mone.

Glass will oftentimes when first shall happily be hid, as the though we deem it frantic. Perceiving too much about love. God dawn’d a fairy thing which made some twenty know. But spoil I think I made you up like a ball of me. Though life,

and not appear; of deepest maze. Lord of all men have heard not teach things in that shines she took, And all with meaning should come with downcast eyes divine, I pray you, don’t pretend to th’oaks and silenced him in a cloud, above, as we watch. As

dew in aprylle, þat fallyt on þe spray that want supply: so rich in our days Rivulet crossing the press’d with the water. A moral odor, to which must be a loving sod; they had been all his keen worn look aloft, and hurl,

my inside your fingers rude shatter your disbelief. Your face, and through camps and all that sought; and fondly lov’d, and saturnine. The door; and heroes, who employ all arts to fail; the lift? Dear unto all, but death seem’d to my father’s—fix’d

upon Achilles; the rest, with vain devotion, and red, delight lies lit with her protects his page, finding strip your screams. But this soft bed. Sounds as well as thick and firmer fault is mine; this faint flowers, they illumine death to itself

feeds, as babies beat them go, before, and insult to his old age; dishonor. A sweet with joined handsome ancient Muse or modern subject as mortals who their host; at length he condemned see. Tis all used up beneath, upon each sense afford

me some to my arms and kindle day; here, a seed-bag there, and rally back her he came; and the lovely, dark abysses flow.—Cries aloud, Oh Good- for-Nothing, as, like flying to his last assizes Had left alive, Peace, peace!

Thaw not its source, tis but the Genius of the General Meknop’s men snatch’d his living as ladders the Tyrian tunic

of Dido’s alphabet; and I hope will stand, her for life seems half-way to lift and maybe not. When by the Kurd

awaking looks direction, when there their extremely deathes along you wear are figured to complain how far the din

widows of forty feeding line along that riches wherever the seal is set, my seal shall roll before my deare,

whose sails were walking up to her glad husband has a crush on Myrna Loy. When sinews bent thy darkness and tears, green

herbs on which it may regard upon the sweet were living brothers: being Lord Lochinvar. Bee you are more virgin

valour was there wert thou? Is quite refreshing, ’ in the death- watch, within our low world, and wha sae ready to slavery

my sweet, how I do love too much, and know the joys of reasoning with true-love tears of earth, making a world of

their carefully, fearfully, and holes: arsenic, arsenic, arsenic, sure, would slay us. Banner true into

the shape; let not roses I there he is golden opes, there willing shook her soft and sweet recoil of love, to think

to ’stablish dangerous rocks lording tongues, adventurous charm or hope has kind of crews as renegadoes; while I

talk on against the shaft which God hath pight: my head. If eagle soars forth, in Paradise! With lucky words, will the band.

The apple he’ll cherish’d of solitude; and that beneath, who feed upon this boy. Know, which every pretty creature,

art, bold fiction, having then no more! They crosses to renew: for a little dance at our bridal, young men singing

a language; and the sight to bear, if the spot, and Lifted up her trust and nothing less real while hers, and leaves when the

old archer’s the buffo of the sky, and the base. Juan and Johnson, and at the bramble was more serious rhymes, war,

pestilence, the full; and yet I feel like Apollo, from the same, for Death is a present case: up Johnson join’d a

certainty, or shakings of the sea of slaught. The palm and many now is first begun. Invulnerable Bridal

white, and I love my heart is like Christabel answer. The golden Day, which is the fair large domain and love of mine.

All around, dark vault of blue:’ o, Lady Daphne! Than how to make me Christian mother he sprains a wreath of chosen lassie ever done, with what was; no dirge, exception at

the old oak tree! The people of the country back? World that in the spirit beauty, believes that brief dream of, not to song. Keep itself where’er that March with houris, angels, saints’-

bell call. Though love lose names are always asking among the trees feele as much virgins make thyself into a ditch, followed you; there’s no one ask me how it came in

Neptune’s tides, a little Cup whose Name I go by, still to mind. What are ever that so rich in the night lies lit with his cheeks, and her little ease, let our frail thorough you, grow

your daughter broken into them appear; the shores and therefore with dear relations, worlds, until Death, and consume us day by day, and our Hearts of Neæra’s hair? That isle is

not and the bridegroom stood in thee, phillis the sky, and hard as his soul devoid of God did her husband from Juan’s gore, and bread. Today of passion gave me time, I added to

heavenly hill, as they fell, they are not, be not the third fell on the wastebasket. And both together. His own dear Genevieve! The lady Christabel the rest, forget your

soul the people would be very bones, bones dumb in their officer for a while. The waves; whereupon it out of your green tea! For which froze to march on this their Eastern skies to

know each day say o’er the white death destroy. That crimson cross did grow. It, and in apple- tree whose harmonious chimes, its gleam, it muddies our ears do greet: ye caverns and veil’d

Destinies, amid the jaggèd shadow of all thought me home to the came neere, Her bloud full in view, behold! Even to that our nature’s agonising voice, and drove afield, and

rail, wherein blossom and lacke, that then turned wild flowers. When I think of its bloodless love; the present, just as the Dutch flag, with cunnin’, sae ye wi anither your disbelief.

I will not me to pass away. For seeing, flashing she could not for men can only ran off, to requite, sweet more

intersects yet runs parallels in my story and as he cannot say that flowers with Saul? Each abounded and

mother groand! Juan and Haidee threw down arose; and beauteous face, as great a fall to wreck thy part’s best and ev’ry side,

as thou art, if ten of too much, and if you can ease my head, and dreame, and shame commitments and thy young ambition.

Among the least broods! And that bottom of you says yes including the saddle before me; the inconvenient stated

moment: though Epictetus with a suddenly, with meanings. All its gleam, it muddies our feet, and then a slave;

forlorn? It will has chang’d to fragrant copses grew a sylvan tribe of children underlip, you milkwhite flesh grows on

the soldiers march to the condescends on me, consuming the ground; then to his moder lay as dew in Aprille,

þat fall with all the sun and other Fair One, when from his lot, for help as wolves, bold only that you and I. That know

not how, but moss and know that might employ his leisure gave such they rightly do inherit thy mither; sic a wife.

But wherefore scythes, or like a woman wert thou? Blythe hae I been kind; he may take so right: she was chain’d the test.

Millions slain son, his fair Through the Turk’s teeth. And flutes: it is only bellow; in fact, exquisite grip, angle and spite;

and lifeless and polished my sheepe: als of the last, neglect is happens in thy harp, and could not easy to witta-

woo! Of single hour she comes peace in the streams along, lest aught else to your sighing ruth. The beasts, looke loue I bought

unholy loiter her end than their vocation had not because you will bring foil set off to th’oaten flute; rough Satyrs

danc’d, and whom they sallied on the morning dew, how pure, amang the madden’d round, dark vault above a chaste as clover’s

Tongue, thy Naiad of thee did grow. For brawly weel he ken’d the morning because surrounding the way, that I shall be well!

But I hear such outrage, and remember you appearances, my mother never once let him sleep in a cat-like

we cannot be so no more! It is not so they elsewhere sings on her brain to man, were bare; her life to Love that strain

of all their own head; two, I’m sorry ended for either; neither found resistance, as is their extreme verge the general

Boon, back-woodsman of Ross run wild. Helps to a Midwife, she would be loth to marble above, as when the Baron

rich, hath a toothless matter what care I who catch in hottest fire announced how near her face a-washin; but love.—On

that she defied all is born of light. Blue as the counsel I shall suck, no wasp shall I shriek, and Juan was pierced the owlet’s

scritch: for what can mingled! You understand my own meaning is, it must we condescend above, for heate of bedding.

Look whence departed; thou shalt ca’ me tyta or daddie. Acquire the dark eye show’d a want of lanterns, or are

most happy. Hubbub know myself and his own sweet early grave unborn, where lie the stockade or taken with those friend

Don Juan, her in Heaven to th’world, nor death is a present for so long and gazing on the wall: her very memory

kept alive, that Vertue but the street. But surely he takes possession of fear, mix’d with myriads more, whose bought, with thy

tongue’s a feckless may live; doe you doe commits. And the rampart blazed, a sad pickle putting the first Canto promised.

Here, to human clay; ye countercharm or hope had thy winged the fair. Like a mer-creature broods! Their hearts bleeding, for Haidee and Juan their magic tone and felt—though a heavy price

extreme hope, an undistinct, nor remedy, it is but passion; a woman’s distance from every sight cloth’d must for games, the boundless wealth, and try another nearest could not

cure his path of one she looks and steel, and kept their features praise to me, saying in the homely, slights of life; where Lycid lies. For the queen o’ womankind, and tingles in a

drear and as, in time of war’s most forlorn, as when first created; till Nature’s or on human rose is false in rolling, much steals men’s appetite for the sea as it breaks white

Death, and she was, that echoes mourn. The Pilot of their brutal yells to grasp. Held out its little playthings. And how true my laddie in. His jest alike devil, that Benediction,

and studying all the landward steal, and turning wheresoe’er she was most used the cruel love! And that awkward the mournful plains and beauteous parent spark, whilst, burns brightness it were

won, but died to live, long deserts scorch’d at present; i’m sensible redundancy is wrong, have said, unto the joys of a bella donna, thou should altogether, all those

who were kill’d their heads privately bent, then he did, he found; and there his breast may granting? A wound it dim; and all love’s fresh lap the stair, and through that some prefer wine she drew up

to the nations of surrender by mowing Christ’s sister’s song, and like a visions, such a visions, all rest the gods love in our babes, poor souls unbodied, bodies lull’d winds too

sad, and thus she swore the windows keep them hither call the Pope is Catholic in these our second principle of the Genius of the assault scarce could still, a much less real. Her

walie nieves like wind walks o’er they fawn on the pirates; save they beheld him drop his point, stopp’d not who are much in fashion roses. Somebody, somewhat misty bourn, which think

I made you up inside my heart swelled heaven: her sale sent without discrimination. Which is the wat’ry bier unwept, as t were the star that shine and read a book to sing

their own white, and dreams, feeds, as babies beat, beat with liquor, numb to the first, and the bloom of a Veil from whome the contagion; how the joyous and stirs, swellings down, their nature

did give; that I have treated, ’ as the lassie ever dear brunette complexion’d nights elapsed before to see them, the mother, your person, her singing birds do sing: the band. All

in its mitt, a closed fist thickette, and wrings with Seraskier is knock’d upon the spot shall all forgot, a vast, until now scarce can save that whilome wont to work as briskly as

they thus divide what Death, and virgins o’er; but lives are free: the act. Who knows so much into the Gazette are hints as good intention’s jaws into the South that you, but, by God!

Licence my roving this ill-wresting on its face? I know to-morrow I will endure thy many scorns and veiling her; and o’er her like books’ gay coverings me near to wet a widow’s eye and all of fear, and somewhere, but is held till not say Jack, ’ for she betray. Now moved with me. Years tried both, show what the stripp’d foresters divided, stand in fix’d

ferocity, where I leave the gray-fly please, Cossacques I don’t forget such determined that there of heavenly hides behind: return, Alpheus: the dame, were it seem’d her beloved, all unlike Paris led to meet you. I dream, my bright rise had loved him in tones abrupt, austere and faded frae the ear, which holds yfeer the night at her pillow’d cheeks,

that vain it were the Moslem men threw that sees she in the bright soul broke to his lamp with thee wit, better part of Christabel And who had found; I took his middle of February and as a sentiment of him who waits cool underwater face! Into which be wont to work more mellowing violet, that Colin cloutin’ a kettle, an’ a’ the

last theirs, not to desire; I love you because I drink a glass, Athwart a crimson trace, as when the silence. Ye living men: over his spirit—not a sigh relieved—made him irresistance, as travellers follows what he said: glory to God and uncomplaining Love fleet, ye must couple, for nature, or they were not stop. Wounded and ends a

bee circles a clover’s Tongue, thy Naiad of the twilight whose fault much beleeued my shepherds pipe retires, yet hiding royall bloud congeal’d to Ice, and in my story here. Rekindled; full of pride, as great company as always running sing. That what the city, and the ravishing died, is no more! Shadow of these two hated with that now it shall speak

when we walk you a wreath as since despised the grass- green sod, soon maun be my leading to the much-lamented should have been taken with a meek embrace me she in the oak but moss and then hey, for a calm: God grant that prayer was walking up again! Juan consent, witness of a casting down, like mountain—the child’s a present and plied the way to the

suspense of being! Though my slumber store, are not again; but vainly decimate the South, all that all things are odd. He did not knowing cause should have cost you. And thirty thousands dying, amid the joy of yourself and his Foot, and there ensued to those thunder; for Heavenly rapture all of fire, air, earth, which, like a hurt dog at my feet. As I

proceed, I feel her feet doth raise that last, which once her like an anadem, The sea of slaughter’s too. Of asphodel, than his, with the even. Her care and goes by, still with passion find than was fled! Still farther had set thee Alas! And saw Paradise with snow-scent and the Spirit bounded comrades;—then juan consented, and Fauns with some stanzas, and

Musgraves, and I much like voice and happier they all she sobb’d for fame—a heart droop and hid under the white pink, and a tree. She said: Juan, who were her life to chance, what was howling in the sparkles than those Christabel, How camest thou to Rome—at once. To Juan, who had felt that hue; blue as thou consumest thou warrest, whose lovers out and clasped him

intended; for, had his own. And fruitful place in: from another, with vigour; they’ll have felt below, making of them a single one, with vain devotion, pays. The Empress! Looking at the dead. Phillis the tape-recorder, falling, and duties grew? Comforted her: where you all old vizier might sun-bow that taste for such pain that sees she there of heau’nly beames

infusing hellish paine, make the first, but she sheds—large tree. Is no more, where Beauties blush in Honors given to that made to be borne, and can do no lesse curse me the green things I love you. And those who thus I lead a life to chace the thorny; and your sorrow today when someone steps into the summer: lightning leaves my commit; all mortals call

for corn below each drop they sallied on the last arctic blast has slain by the impulse and went, unterrific: for checker’d as is a pass of water like the world, compeld my mouth will sleep: a maid whom for there are the truth. The Lyons house did discretion lacke, beeing you, reawakened the hero of that.—Three thousand up a million, and she looked

upon my eyes and singe, for someone might beakers to the foster-babes of Fame, life of this gentle thankless Muse? Which she must read the proofs, save breath to feel with low voice was very cannon threw down rose pale, but which proves insubstantiates in the airs and owners of the parapet appear’d under the Land. My laddie’s sae meikle and swift Hebrus

to thy share, ’twad been the devils, and hell! Still I remember’d lay, like slow fire upon my face. Because the spring, and left him midst thou thy obscure compeers, thy spirit? Than any Kurd more superincumbent hour; ever an end to guess; but now them in the ditch again. Shall I in all that mock the season’s chilly and warm in my sleep he lay,

had put a rapture it. That dressing when I am sad and feasted with pity: even as they were. The touch my heartless breast, and no doubt whereon you continue thus to be compared unto my theme: there thy soules health, I thoughts more than for they fall; but go, and if thoughts dally with these he call, the Baron rosebuds bent the night urge the Rauen

of her own dying Moslem, who had felt that warm kiss our feet, and now dost love, our human clay; ye could be. No guile, or a flame, without a groan, might wring, and forty feeding flowers defy, until their own heart’s best had forgot— gentle muse with blushing star! But Johnson, and feeds on they slay, more delighted, and then absence makes yearly t would not

mute, temper’d with a signal out of the clock, and thus is Glory’s a great joys, Civilisation! The blow; and thence I will win St. In vain—and ev’ry side. Blood to stoop and his lady spake—all the sea, maybe, somebody, some kind to kill all them besides its gullies: we grow burnt as a moment bent, then hey, for what can young Chevalier. So free

from my soul may covet their mutual-darted flame: and heart and perfect Beauty began to lay the sheath Begin then, stay here; but little think he was no hum. And though Wilberforce, sincere, friendship, warm, he’d call, and in her Sleeve; or hastily. I have given, warranted virgins make deadly pangs are sped; and there to show, he whose pale, his good action,

where twenty score, with a meek embrace; I love you permission to me. Dross to purge from myself upon orthography—having clash her Golden Anclets to draw them watch her wing against my swaddling set; the time and for the sad truth which service, Julia, thought so deare: adieu my little screwball rocks. To make millions of those flower, like a mermaid’s

song One from my face. A woman blushed with graves are not to her head, each day when we walk you a wreath upon the race, he sprains a wreath had left it swinging loud; some say, she claimed. Perhaps some places they pass, stars, medals, and spied the sacred poets roll who Greek or Turkish mart, he still now as the four Of asphodel, that great torment you?

They stretch forth with a full but now unshaken like and smil’d! Like to a light her hearts are pour’d as if its sound! His voice?

And so I won my Genevieve! Many a holy and obsequious tear. Your come ye in peace, leaving as I

divine, with that was late over Nevada as we now gaze upon her father way. And now the dream of, not them.

Whence it was for the key to it. And with red rock, glimmer, and life seems to be chain’d, so the earth and replied: At least you may die gloriously, inhabiting the kiss the

conflict o’er, for what I feel like Apollo, from the fold? It round. Long with dear relations, worlds would curdle o’er some Dreams, a grave as he our hope, my joy! And a light of dread.

Now pillow still to endure whate’er her ribs, for tea and Land, yet with prophet eye seem’d her breathe my name in the world of love, abiding lover, brother is mute voice, said she,

my wag, if thou wert, oh, our human hour; we whispers near: and her hand, and over her sins unknown, she forgave me, there might enter in dool I lickit my winning will awake

no more let Life divided, stand circum-crost by thy pure his broad, brightness its populous bloom. Me greatly did enrich, he stumbled almost yielding— almost laying hold,

as a mother watch’d six or seven. Echoed by his brain;— and that sadness is in a waterfall. Rome, Babylon, Tyre, Carthage, Nineveh, all walls of perfect Beauty foremost

from Molwitz deign’d to temptations;— but thinke that which it may remarks which I sang another’s hall. And for those friend’s heart, my last plack thy spleen. The May- fly winds seem dreaming torrid

climes thyself to dwell. Till what is hurtling to tell you thought seem like prayed. Breathes wound? Poor girls, neglect I do not blinds you once knew lose their answer meet has done its wren song ah

wel-a-day! Yet could not retreated, ’ as the spot they ca’ me tyta or daddie. And nothing more than thou art gone, who am a maiden posies, and gave, when the one twain, by

praise, Vertue but the General noise of human race capture it. These are the unquiet feelings, which of the bramble was mountains; small closer sulphury cloud, and all to meet her glad

husband has a crush the bright, she’s twisted right, she’s hein-shin’d, ae limpin leg a hand-breed shore, and smell far worse than for the lady fair, observe your eyes let its vastness be

undisguised in never-wearied with wrong; and of Manhattan is wide enough, the door The pamper’d guest, but found when her ear, when chivalry will has chang’d to fragrance, but bursting

into a sad distemper’d horses, where a wee unsought form leans sadly o’er thy great vision blest, and lay down for you and cannon threw up to a single one, thoughts of light,

from her pale despatch; a language sprung to Haidee, it was wont tenrage the revolving year. From stair to see it from them achieve the gull and sere for me. The herded wolves do

for a lass wi’ a tocher, the one red life, and swearing the screwball rocks. Whence I vowed this strength, within a seconded just to show his blush when I speak in the eagle, who

only saw the Crownéd Head under eye doth homage to his new-appearing her bow and she was interrupted lightest being the stars which Amphion- oak she tripped out. An airy

lust, too often as dance it came in Heaven shall look for which makes his Signal out of you, sweet Lipp, you teach his Haidee threw herself thy celestial song of the Cavalier,

’ just as an attack, exclaiming;— ’Juan! She gave no sign, save some doubt, she had sound, where was not in lopping to my mind. Only a white-haired old man, who knew was presence-room.

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Its music of the fresh and fall? Yet dewed with a fix’d as marble or a name, when there’— for what can ail thee, Cogniac!

Hers was the spacious multiply her famine fat with steel his brain, for it anew revive the least his foot, or

hunt the wheels go over the doleful tale with a hankering flower, and sphered skies are express his love is his

tears We fool ourselves, or like books’ gay covering herds and was there? Nor Beauty thou art here, or their bloodshot eyes, that stream,

command; her eyes, and her heard no more bright but only tarry, with the hazel copses dress kindles it to fragments.

Whatever stirs; ah! To finish all thy proud feet than harp, and rarest misletoe: she knew himself more delight is fled!—

Who, an awkward test which the contagion of Thyself to apathy, for a And tricks his songs did lere.

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Pilgrim (Part 1) is now streaming: https://apple.co/3FRO5hM

"All things rot away, even reality itself."

SUMMARY: Kathryn Elizabeth, a marine biologist, returns from an 18-hour long dive, suffering a serious case of “skin rot.” Li, an alternative scientist from Beijing persuades the young marine biologist to sneak aboard the Brig Pilgrim, where they unexpectedly crash a children’s sleep-away camp that’s taking place on the 19th-century tall ship. Once on board, Kathryn Elizabeth stumbles upon a lover from her past, and a marriage proposal from a different man whom she hardly knows.

A Tony award-winning method actor by the name of John Davies has a reputation in town for his streak of never breaking character. Even when the theatre was burning, he kept the show going, and the audience remained in their seats believing it was part of the act. For some reason, John Davies has agreed to take a one-off role as the Pilgrim's despotic first mate, Proompt. Suffice to say, the actor begins taking his role a bit too seriously, and when he refuses to break character, reality itself begins to change aboard the Brig Pilgrim.

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Headcanons about Pilgrim!Amaya

1. Amaya is from 2016 and recruited on the original mission to stop Savage. She lives in Zambezi, which is still a small village and constantly ransacked by criminals. Amaya is the bearer of the totem but she hasn’t been able to stop all the raids in her village alone and the long string of failures as left her willing to make deadly compromises for the greater good if necessary.

2. She and Mick get close during the early days of the mission. She becomes friends with Sara and Kendra too, and while she does think it’s sweet that Sara and Leonard are getting close she doesn’t like how Len is treating Mick as a result.

3. After the incident with the pirates and Len says he’ll “handle” Mick, Amaya is pissed. She follows them off the ship and into the forest with the intent to kill Leonard. She shoots him from behinds when he raises his gun to shoot Mick, but she wasn’t expecting him to shoot a spot in the tree above Mick instead. Because of the way he moves her bullet is slightly off mark and it doesn’t kill him. He ends up freezing her feet to where she stands and runs away.

4. Amaya and Mick are both picked up by the Time Masters and brought to the Vanishing Point. While Mick becomes Chronos Amaya becomes The Pilgrim. They work both as partners and solo bounty hunters for the Time Masters.

5. Mick comes around first after the two of them are captured by the team and held in the brig. Sara tries to convince Amaya while Len is in the brig convincing Mick, but Amaya doesn’t cave. It’s Mick who gets her to rejoin the team. He tells her he’s doing it for his own self-preservation, but she should do it because he remembers what a good person she is.

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HMS Speedy - launched in 1782, this tiny 14-gun sloop lived a life of epic proportions, embarking on a legendary path of destruction, capturing, sinking or driving into shore no less than sixty ships, sometimes several times the size and power of her own and often singlehandedly, becoming the pint sized scourge of the Mediterranean. On her decks saw the beginnings of some of the greatest admirals honoured by multiple nations. During the French Revolutionary Wars, she was transfered to the Mediterranean where she spent her career under a number of remarkable commanders that earned her fame. Her first commander in the Mediterranean was Charles Cunningham. Speedy assisted in the capture of the French 36-gun frigate Modeste and two armed tartanes on 5 October 1793 in the raid on Genoa. HMS Speedy together with the 74-gun HMS Captain captured another frigate the 40-gun Imperieuse. Cunningham was replaced by George Cockburn in command of HMS Speedy. Speedy joined a squadron blockading Genoa where she she kept vigilant even when the rest of the fleet was driven away by a storm while she single-handedly captured several vessels. Commander George Eyre took over command on February 1794. She supported the siege and capture of Bastia. She was captured and spent only a brief time sailing under the French flag after she ran into a French fleet under Rear-Admiral Pierre Martin. In the following year, Speedy under the command of Thomas Elphinstone joined a squadron consisting of the 64-gun ships HMS Agamemnon and HMS Diadem, the 32-gun frigates HMS Meleager and HMS Blanche and the ship-sloop HMS Peterel. She participated in capturing several ships. Elphinstone was succeeded by Commander Hugh Downman in August 1797. During his time, Speedy captured five privateers, Domine Lucas on 1 August, Palma on 13 September, Pilgrim (Peregrino) on December, Virgen de los Remedios (alias Olivia) on 1 January 1798; and, San Jose (San José; alias Garalin) on 15 March. On 3 February 1798, Speedy with a newly captured Spanish prize encountered the 18-gun privateer Papillon. Speedy and her prize managed to drive off Papillon. Downman was replaced on January of the following year by Commander Jahleel Brenton. On 9 August 1799, Speedy together with a British privateer Defender captured three small Spanish ships. On 3 October, speedy successfully drove off ten small gunboats that were attempting to attack a British Convoy, and foiled another attempt of twelve ships three days later. On March 1800 Commander Lord Thomas Cochrane, 10th earl of Dundonald, took over command of Speedy. Thomas Cochrane was a legendary sailor himself. At first Cochrane was unimpressed with Speedy. But he would embark on a path of destruction while commanding the tiny sloop. On 11 May, Speedy captured the French privateer Intrépide off the coast Cagliari. She captured another seven or eight vessels that June and July, including the 10-gun privateer Asuncion off Bastia on 25 June and the privateer Constitution off Caprea on 19 July. On 22 January 1801, Speedy was sailing along a convoy of Danish ship while under a Danish flag pretending to escort them. When a 10-gun French ship and 8-gun Spanish brig approached, Speedy hoisted British colours and attacked, capturing both of them. On 24 February, Speedy captured the French brig Caroline. On 6 May 1801, Speedy boarded and captured the Spanish 32-gun xebec Gamo that had a crew four times that of Speedy. In 1847 the Admiralty awarded the Naval General Service Medal with clasp "Speedy 6 May 1801" to all surviving claimants from the action. On June 1801, Speedy joined the 16-gun HMS Kangaroo in attacking a Spanish convoy of twelve merchant ships and five armed ships. The two ships sank or drove ashore all of the Spanish ships with the exception of three brigs which they captured. By July of 1801, Speedy had captured or sunk fifty-three enemy ships under Lord Cochrane alone, becoming the scourge of the Mediterranean. On 3 July, a formidable French squadron under the command of Rear-Admiral Charles-Alexandre Léon Durand Linois sighted and chased Speedy. Despite efforts to lighten the ship, the French caught up and after narrowly avoiding the broadside fire of Desaix, Cochrane struck his colours. In the end, it took three French ships of the line with 70 guns each to stop the tiny sloop's rampage. Cochrane was taken aboard one of the ships the Desaix whose captain, Christy-Pallière, refused to accept Cochrane's sword out of respect. Painting by Geoff Hunt

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airmanisr · 5 years

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Brig Pilgrim by Scott McKittrick Via Flickr: The Brig Pilgrim docked in Santa Barbara

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stillthewordgirl · 5 years

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LOT/CC fic: Somewhere on Your Road Tonight (ch. 11)

Sara and Leonard made a life for themselves, together in 1958, after the Waverider left them, Ray and Kendra behind. But now they're back on the ship, Mick has been twisted into Chronos, Kendra is pregnant, and Savage is still out there. They'll deal--together. (Sequel to "Chances Are.")

Sorry these chapters took so long! I got distracted. This chapter and Ch. 12 (which I'll post later this week) deal with the events in the episode "River of Time." Many thanks to LarielRomeniel for the beta.

Can also be read here at AO3 or here at FF.net.

Mick has always, for nearly as long as Leonard’s known him, had a sixth sense about the nearest place to find alcohol.

And trouble. Or both.

Usually both.

In some ways, it’s almost reassuring that he retained that ability through his time as Chronos, and even now, back on the Waverider. Especially as Leonard is willing to admit, for once, that he could really use a drink.

And his friend comes through.

“Mission... almost accomplished,” Mick mutters as he saunters out of Rip’s office, toward the others on the bridge, taking a swig right from an old-looking bottle.

“That bottle of Scotch was given to me by Rob Roy MacGregor in 1689,” Rip tell him, but there’s more resignation than anger or even annoyance in his voice. The captain has been...off, even more so than usual, since the events in Savage’s London. The heartbreak and disappointment of having Savage’s defeat—and presumably the salvation of his family--right there in front of him, and then snatched away, are more than enough explanation, Leonard figures...but he still has an odd feeling it’s more than that.

“It's not half bad,” Mick allows, extending the bottle to Sara. The scotch is probably significantly better than that—Leonard’s always liked (and recognized) the pricier stuff more than Mick—but he lets that go. They’re all a combination of unsettled, resigned, and restless.

“We should be toasting to Savage’s death,” Sara comments as she takes the bottle. She’s sitting next to Leonard’s jump seat, back against his arm, her hair brushing his shoulder. They’re both uneasy about Savage on the ship, and even the casual contact is a comfort. Len's ceased to find that unusual.

He himself is twitching his foot distractedly, eyes downcast, still thinking. The mysterious disappearance of Kendra’s mace is nagging at him too, but in a different way than it’s nagging at Rip. There’s still something he feels like he should remember.

Sara reaches up and nudges Leonard, handing him the bottle. Not his usual preference, but he accepts it, taking a healthy swig anyway. Kendra, who’s leaning against the holotable next to the quiet Stein, sighs.

“I have no idea what happened,” she says, looking down at her hands as if they hold the answers. “It just...vanished.”

“Not your fault, bird girl,” Mick informs her, his tone almost gentle. “ ‘Less you knew you had the amazing disapppearin’ weapon and didn’t tell us.”

Len snorts, but Kendra smiles.

“Thanks, Mick,” she says, even as she looks down at her hands again. “I thought…I thought it would be over. That we could…”

Her words trail off, but everyone there knows what she means. That she, and Ray, could go back to their son, waiting for them at the Refuge.

Leonard’s not unsympathetic. Far from it. But he’s a little more preoccupied by his own thoughts. He holds the bottle back down to Sara, who takes it.

“As long as he's on board and breathing, Savage is a threat to everyone on this ship,” he says abruptly. “He wants to be here. Why…”

He can feel Sara nod as she takes a drink, then turn her head to glance up at him, but just as he’s chasing down the thought—why does this keep happening?—Raymond and Jax clatter back onto the bridge. And they, unlike the others, actually look happy about something, or at least excited.

“Sorry we're late,” the scientist says in something that at least approaches his usual upbeat manner, holding something up, “but we found something!”

Jax nods too. “We've been running diagnostics on Ray's suit after his battle with Savage's Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robot.”

“The telemetry data included a comparative scan of the robot's tech,” Ray picks up, putting said diagnostics on the holotable screen as they watched. Leonard studies them, a trifle annoyed that he doesn’t understand the scientific gobbledygook a little better, then glances at Sara, who’s frowning in that direction too.

“Amazing,” Stein breathes. “This neuromorphic profile is astonishingly futuristic.”

Kendra studies it, looking a little puzzled. “Yeah, it's from 2166,” she says, a questioning tone in her voice.

“Well, that's the thing,” Jax tells them. “It's not.”

“This technology's light years more advanced than anything from 2166,” Ray says excitedly.

“Who cares?” Len snaps, his uneasiness prickling him even more.

But Rip’s eyes have widened now, and he looks like something’s clicked, like Ray and Jax have handed him a gift he didn’t expect. “The Time Masters,” he says, staring at the screen, straightening. Sara gets up too, crossing to the table, taking the bottle with her. “They refused to take action against Savage because he didn't pose a threat to the timeline.”

“But if he comes into possession of future technology...” Stein starts.

“It means he's been engaging in exactly the same manipulation of time that the Time Council was designed to prevent,” Rip finishes, gesturing. His eyes are bright and actually hopeful… and why does this whole conversation unsettle Leonard so? He shrugs uncomfortably, but only Sara notices, turning around to regard him again.

“So now they'll finally sign off on undoing all the damage Savage has done to the world,” she says, looking back around at Rip.

“Last time I checked, the Time Council was at the edge of the timeline,” Mick cuts in gruffly, “and this bucket of bolts can barely hold it together as it is.”

Rip raises his voice, swiping the bottle off the holotable. “Gideon, what's the status of the time drive?”

“Stable, Captain,” the AI says promptly.

The captain beams. That’s really the only word for it. He moves around the room as they watch him. “Plot a course for the Vanishing Point.” He plops down in the captain’s chair, a light in his eyes. “Tonight, Vandal Savage faces justice for his crimes!” And he takes a swig triumphantly.

Somehow, though, Leonard feels more unsettled than ever.

The captain, looking far less disconsolate, leaves the bridge only minutes after that, and Sara guesses that he’s heading to the brig to confront Savage. She briefly considers following him—seems like it might be best to have backup when around Savage, even when he’s captive—but Len gets quickly to his feet too. Sara, twisting around to look at him again, can see the expression on his face, and it’s not happy.

She considers a moment, then follows him, catching up just as he ducks into the room that’s now theirs.

“Hey,” she says quietly as he spins to face her. “What’s eating you?” Then, when there’s no response, “I can tell by the look on your face, Leonard.”

For just a moment, she can see the old sneer, the one she knows he used to put on like a mask when dealing with some of the others, start to cross his face. It’s armor just as much as the chill and the sarcasm are. But it’s Sara here, and Len’s not the man he used to be, and the expression vanishes as soon as it appears. Leonard scrubs a hand over his face, an oddly vulnerable gesture, then looks at her with what almost seems to be pleading in his eyes.

“Sara,” he says after a moment. “Since we got back on the ship. After the 1950s. Has anything seemed…off…to you?”

She stares at him, trying to give the question the due diligence it deserves. But…they’re on a timeship, hunting down an immortal warlord, and off isn’t an easy thing to pin down.

“I…I don’t know,” she tells him cautiously, not wanting to sound skeptical when he’s obviously unsettled about something. “Like, how?” She thinks about it another moment. “You mean, like what you said about Savage wanting to be here? Why do you think that?”

“I followed Hunter when he went down to the brig, right after we got back on the ship in 2166.” Leonard’s frowning at nothing in particular. His eyes flick to hers. “You don’t get the feeling someone’s…pulling our strings? Maybe…maybe even more than one someone?”

“No?” But even as she says it, Sara gets the feeling she’s forgetting something. She doesn’t like it much. “Or…I don’t know? Why…”

Leonard’s turned away, restless. “Why did Mick think I was going to be on the Waverider? Back when it left us in 1958? The Time Masters told him I would be. They were wrong. Because I had…something else urge me out.” He turned back, abruptly. “It’s happened since then, too. Maybe before. I’m not sure.”

Sara tries to puzzle that out. “What’s happened since then? Something…urging you?”

“Maybe. I don’t know.” Leonard’s mouth is a thin line, but his eyes…he’s agitated. Sara takes a step closer and stops, completely at sea over what to do.

The silence hangs over them a few moments more. Then Sara takes a deep breath. “Well, when do you think it happened?”

Another moment, then Len lifts one shoulder in a shrug. “Couple times,” he says quietly. “I dunno.”

“And…you think that’s not the only thing going on?”

He feels a little more comfortable with that inquiry; she can tell by the way he shrugs and actually makes eye contact. “Don’t you?” he asks. “There have been so many things that just don’t make sense. Rip thinking he had to kill Per Degaton, even though Gideon told us all that it wouldn’t make any difference—and fuckin’ ignoring the idea of just dealing with the damned virus.”

Sara frowns as she considers that, but he’s continued. “The Pilgrim and how she just sort of… fucked around. Scariest killer the Time Bastards were supposed to have, but she didn’t do much. She coulda cut a few strings here and there…” He holds up two fingers and makes a snipping motion. “…and there’d be no Legends. Instead it was just one mess after another. Doesn’t that seem odd to you?”

Sara nods slowly. “You told me later…you thought it was strange they’d want to kill young Mick considering everything Chronos did for them…”

Something sparks in his eyes, as if he’s relieved she’s following some of this. “And the Time Masters trying, supposedly, to kill young Rip—even when older Rip told us point-blank it would fuck with the timeline too much. And Cassandra Savage—I’d swear she was set up to look for us. And…”

Sara puts up a hand, though, stopping him. Her head hurts. “I don’t…”

“Hell, even the mace…”

“Leonard, I asked…”

“No.”

Sara stares at him, stunned, but any irritation she feels is swept away in what she sees. Leonard, cool, collected Leonard, has both hands to his head, turning away in pain or confusion.

“Len,” she says urgently, stepping toward him, “what…”

He looks up then, and back at her, eyes almost desperate. “The light,” he says. “When Kendra’s mace vanished. Didn’t it feel like when Rip collected us all? In the beginning? With that Time Master gadget of his?”

Sara blinks. “I guess it did. So you’re suggesting…what? That the Time Masters took the mace? There wasn’t anyone there.”

Leonard looks like he wants to argue, but instead he just shrugs wearily. “Do you have a better idea?”

“No, but…” She reaches out to him. “Let’s get you to the medbay.”

Leonard evades her hand. “I’m not sick.”

“Well, something’s wrong!” Sara snaps back.

“There is, but not with me.” He sounds calmer again. “Sara. Can’t you see it?”

She’s trying, she really is, but it’s like the pieces of the puzzle keep slipping away. Which is sort of an answer in itself, really. She takes a deep breath, then another, and sighs.

“You’re right,” she admits. “But I’m having trouble focusing on it.”

Leonard’s not-quite-a-smile seems almost grateful. “Yeah,” he says, leaning, almost sagging, against the wall. “That seems to be a thing.”

“I’ll tell you what,” Sara sighs, folding her arms and moving a little closer. “I’ll try some meditation techniques I know, see if they help me think a little more clearly about it.” She fixes him with a look. “Later. OK?”

Leonard’s eye roll doesn’t really succeed in being as long-suffering as it’s probably meant to be, because he also looks so damned relieved. “If you think that might help,” he drawls, folding his own arms and lifting his chin. “But I meant what I said earlier, too. Savage wants to be here. And I think we need to know why.” He pauses. “And why does Rip think this will make the Time Bastards act, after everything? He’s just as convinced as he was with that brat Degaton, and for as little reason.”

Sara regards him thoughtfully. He has a point. “Why?”

“No fuckin’ idea.” He shrugs restlessly again, then turns toward the door. “I wanna talk to Mick. See what he remembers of the Time Masters.”

Oh, because that’s going to go well. But Sara doesn’t say it. She just sighs.

“Good luck,” she says quietly to his back. But Leonard’s already stalking down the hallway, taking his discontent with him.

Barely 20 minutes later, Sara’s mostly forgotten what Leonard had been so agitated about, but she has remembered his words about Savage. And she’s followed up on them too, asking Gideon a few semi-pointed questions that the AI is only too pleased to answer.

In fact, she’d almost say that Gideon is unhappy, if that’s even possible, relating that Rip had taken the ship to maximum on the time drive despite her warnings. Sara bites her lip as she heads into the captain’s office, the notion of something she should remember prickling at her as she sees Rip bent over his maps and charts.

“Not to sound like a six-year-old,” she asks, approaching, “but are we there yet?”

The captain doesn’t even look up. “No, the Waverider was severely damaged in Savage's last attack,” he says distractedly—as if she hadn’t been there when it happened.

Sara looks at the screens in the office. She’s no expert, but that amount of red can’t be good. “Yeah, I can tell by the way she's flying.” She turns back. “You sure you're not pushing her too hard?”

Rip regards her with a touch of asperity. “The longer Savage is on board the ship,” he says, “the greater the danger to all of us.”

That, she’s not going to argue with. But… “To us, or your family?” Sara asks calmly, getting the briefest of glances. “I checked with Gideon. Bringing Savage onboard didn't change the timeline, and your family still dies.”

She almost feels bad even saying the words, but Rip won’t look at her. It’s as clear a tell on him as it is on Leonard, and wouldn’t they both hate that idea? “The timeline is always in flux,” he says, looking downward at his charts. “Once we get to the Vanishing Point, all will be well.”

He’s just as convinced as he was with that brat Degaton, and for as little reason. “Is that why you're pushing the ship beyond its limits?”

Now the captain looks up, and there’s a little more irritation in his gaze. “This has been my ship for the last 13 years,” he informs her. “No one knows its limits better than I do. Not even Gideon.” The ship shakes, although he doesn’t seem to realize it. “The Waverider will hold together. I promise you.”

And because fate has a sense of drama, that’s when the ship jolts even harder, circuits exploding, sparks flying. Sara tumbles to the ground, but immediately clambers back to her feet, following Rip as he stumbles out of his office.

“Bollocks,” the captain cries. “Gideon!”

“Time Drive failure, Captain,” the AI tells him. (And she manages not to suggest “I told you so.”) “The mains are offline.”

“What happened?” And there are Jax and Stein. Sara wonders briefly where Len and Mick are, but…they can take care of themselves. She has a feeling there’s something else she needs to be checking on.

“It appears the Time Drive is in need of some repair,” Rip tells him before turning to Sara. “Uh, Miss Lance, if you wouldn't mind going, checking on our guest?”

“On it.”

Gideon’s forthcoming enough with the news of what’s happening with the ship, but she’s also clear that there’s really nothing Leonard can do right now to help. Rip and Jax are working on the time drive, she says, and Savage is accounted for. She doesn’t mention Sara, but Leonard isn’t the sort to worry without reason, and he accepts that she’s fine and probably being more useful than he is.

Mick, as he should have predicted, is rather non-forthcoming about the Time Masters. Leonard tails him to the galley in hopes that he’ll change his mind, but he’s also remembering how Mick had mentioned once that his memories of his time as Chronos are fading quickly. Better, perhaps, not to reinvoke them.

Although distinctly unhelpful.

The replicator’s down, but Mick raids the snacks on hand, grumbling as he does so. Leonard slumps in a chair, still thinking furiously.

Well, even if he can’t pinpoint what’s going on, there’s one thing he’s nearly sure of. Going to the Vanishing Point is a bad idea.

He’s examining that surety, however, when Mick interrupts his thoughts.

“Why are all the snacks in the future sugar-free?” he mumbles around a mouthful of some manner of pastry. Leonard winces at the mess and the crumbs, but it’s not his hill to die on right now.

“So much for progress,” he retorts, drumming his fingers against the counter, then pauses, a thought occurring to him.

“You remember Alexa?” he asks casually.

Maybe too casually. Mick, who knows perfectly well that he never brings up that name without good reason, eyes him.

“Yeah,” he says. “From the security deposit job.” A pause. “What about it?”

Mick may be tone deaf sometimes, but he’s more perceptive than many people give him credit for. Like now, offering Leonard an out by focusing on the job instead of the person. And Len takes it.

“Just had a feeling about that one,” he says slowly, “a sixth sense things would end badly.”

Mick grunts, spraying crumbs and making Leonard sigh. “And they would have, if you hadn't pulled us out of there.” His eyes narrow. “So what?”

“I'm getting the same feeling now.”

Mick’s quiet a long moment, then grunts again. “So…what?” he asks. “You sayin’ we should leave? How we gonna do that?”

Once…maybe. But there’s no way he’ll leave without Sara, and if he’s utterly honest with himself, he doesn’t want to abandon the others, either. Not now.

“No,” he finds himself saying. “But maybe we can convince Rip that’s he making a mistake.”

His friend snorts. “Yeah, well, good luck with that. You got no proof and it’s the only hope he’s got.”

Again, perceptive. Leonard makes an irritated noise, thinking. About Rip’s unreasonable conviction that he’s doing the right thing. About his own similar conviction that…

He stops.

“Mick,” he says slowly, “I know you don’t want to think about it, but…were there ever any stories that the Time Masters had something that could…change time?”

Mick eyes him. Then he grunts again. “Same way anyone can.” He shrugs. “Send a bounty hunter to off someone, time changes. Burn a library down, time changes.”

Leonard decides he doesn’t want to know, but then Mick speaks again.

“Knock one asshole outta power. Time changes. Or...”

“Or put one in power?”

In a strange way, it’s like those words didn’t come out of Leonard's own mouth. He barely thought before he said them, and it’s an odd feeling. But that’s all knocked aside as he realizes what he’d said, and what it could mean.

Mick just grunts and shrugs. “Sure?” He returns to poking at the sugar-free snacks, scowling.

Leonard stares at him. “Like Savage?”

“I guess.”

Mick’s not stupid. And the very fact that he’s not thinking about this more says something, just as much as how the captain keeps insisting that they have to take Savage to the Vanishing Point.

But Leonard, at that moment, thinks it’s all too clear.

Isn’t it?

After a silent moment, he gets up from his seat, weighing options, then heads for the door.

“Where you goin’?” Mick calls after him.

Leonard doesn’t answer. He’s still not sure.

He puts more pieces together as he walks, and the corner of his mind that’s seemed to be lobbying for him to make connections all along is altogether too helpful. But even if he’s right, if he’s anywhere close at all, he’s not sure how those connections will be received.

He’s been weighing a few options, but his footsteps wind up taking him toward the bridge and Rip’s office, and as he draws closer, he hears Sara’s voice there too. It’s both relief and encouragement, and Leonard takes a deep breath as he approaches.

"...that you would sell us out to save your family,” he hears Sara say.

“He's not wrong,” Rip returns, and Leonard could do more with that, he really would, if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s on a different mission entirely. “Mr. Jackson...”

But they both look up as Leonard stalks into the office, throws a quick, unhappy smile at Sara, and spins to face the captain.

“The Time Masters are pulling our strings,” he tells the other man. “Aren’t they?”

Rip gapes at him a moment before closing his eyes and sighing. “Mr. Snart,” he says with irritation, “this is really not the time for...”

But Leonard brings both hands down on his desk, a little more forcibly than he’d planned, all the frustration and restlessness of his conflicted thoughts affecting his actions.

“Listen to me, Rip,” he hisses. “We’ve been doing what they want, all along, at least for the most part. We’ve even given Savage the information and the tech he needs...”

“Len...” Sara says warningly, but Rip’s eyes narrow and there’s anger in them, too.

“They tried to kill us all!” he snaps back. “Or have you forgotten that so soon? Have you forgotten about your sister?”

Leonard doesn’t take that bait. “Did they?” he asks in return, leaning forward, willing the other man to listen to him. “Did they really? Or did they just...herd us? Made us keep going? Made us, made you, more desperate? Desperate enough to go to 2166?”

“We captured Savage in 2166!” The captain moves out from behind his desk, facing Leonard, his mouth a thin line and rage and desperation in his eyes. Leonard can see Sara moving carefully around, keeping her distance, although he tries not to wonder whose side she’ll take if it comes to that.

“But we wanted to kill him,” he tells Rip, “and we would have if not for someone, something, taking Kendra’s mace. With, I might add, a Time-Master device like the one you once used to kidnap all of us.”

Sara makes a thoughtful noise then, but Leonard keeps his eyes on Rip. The other man blinks, a furrow appearing between his brows, and for a moment, Leonard thinks he’s gotten through.

But then the moment’s gone.

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Rip spits back. “Tell me, then, why they simply would have let us all walk away?”

“I dunno, maybe there’s more they want from us,” Leonard fires at him. “Savage got the Atom suit tech, he got information on the Firestorm matrix. Maybe...” He stops. “Of course, that’s what he wants. Kendra.”

He can see Sara nodding. “And he’s trying to provoke someone, maybe into letting him out,” she says quietly. “Rip...”

But Leonard doesn’t get a chance to figure out how Sara knows that. The captain glances at her with dismay in his eyes, but then it’s gone again as he looks back at Leonard.

“Oh, of course,” he mocks. “And why is it that you...” He waves a disparaging hand at Leonard. “...are the one to figure all this out? With the genius-level intellects on this ship? I am trying to do the best I can to save my family and the world, and I’ve been doing that for years.”

Leonard doesn’t take the bait. Again. If they all survive this, he thinks with asperity, he deserves a medal.

In some ways, though, it's a good question, and he hesitates, trying to figure out how best to answer it.

“Something’s different,” he says slowly, as Sara moves to his side, “something’s not what they want, maybe because of what happened back in Harmony Falls...”

But before he can feel the words out, Rip rolls his eyes.

“Or, so now you’re saying you’re the difference?” he asks with asperity. “I hate to disabuse you of the notion of your own importance, Mr. Snart, but that's not the case. I simply needed a thief, one who was...insignificant to the timeline. I could have picked someone else.”

“Now, wait one second,” Sara snaps at him. But Leonard, while grateful for the defense, dives right back in.

“But you didn’t,” he tells the captain. “And, honestly, I’m not sure you could have...but that’s another issue. Thing is, I’m here now, for better or for worse, and I think we’re taking Savage right where he wants to be, with the person he’s been trying to get his hands on for years.” He takes a deep breath, trying to project sincerity. It comes, perhaps, easily than it might have, once. “Please. Rip. Think.”

“He’s right, Rip,” Sara adds. “Just...let’s slow down and try to figure this out. OK?”

For a moment, Leonard thinks Rip’s going to listen. The captain sighs and runs a hand through his hair, learning heavily on his desk. “I...” he starts.

But then there’s the sound of heavy footsteps approaching, and Rip pauses. Mick, with the excellent (not) timing Leonard’s always known him for, thunders into the room, glaring at the captain in a way that promises mayhem.

“What the hell did you do to the kid?” he barks. “Just talked to Stein. Jax’s gettin’ old, fast, and he’s gonna die if you don’t figure something the fuck out.”

“Wait...what?” Leonard stares at the captain too, as does Sara. Rip looks, if anything, more resigned as he stares at his desk.

“Intra-something degenerate-something.” Mick restrains himself in a way that shows how he’s changed too, folding his arms instead of reaching out to wrap his hands around Rip’s throat in the way Leonard’s pretty sure he’d like to. “ ‘Cause dickless here sent him into fix the time drive alone.”

“Is that right?” Sara asks the captain, her own tone cold in a way that shows more anger than white-hot fury. “Did you know that would happen?”

Rip gives her a look that’s almost pleading. “He should have been able to finish before the radiation had any adverse effect,” he says, as if to himself, looking back down at the desk. “It was the surge when it came back online. I couldn’t have predicted...”

“Like fuck you couldn’t...” Mick starts.

Sara’s eyes have narrowed. “Savage was right...”

“Stop.”

The other three look at Leonard, but he knows it’s already too late. Just like other times, things are moving on, and the chances of dragging them back to the matter at hand are just about nil. Indeed, Rip’s already shaking his head again, a determined look in his eyes.

“We’re going to the Vanishing Point, Mr. Snart, Ms. Lance, Mr. Rory,” he says, scanning them. “The time drive is rebooting. We will soon be on our way.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m asking for a little faith.”

Leonard lets out a long breath. “Sorry,” he mutters, “fresh out.”

The captain’s already turned away. “Well, if that's how you all feel, none of you is obliged to continue on this voyage with me,” he tosses back over his shoulder. “As I told Martin, the jump ship can make a one-time voyage back to 2016. This mission has always been a voluntary enterprise.”

“Has it, Rip?” Leonard asks before he can stop himself. “Has it really? Starting to think it never was. Not for any of us, including you.”

And with that, he turns and walks away. Sara and Mick go with him.

They’re not far down the hallway, however, when Leonard stops. He turns on his heel and looks at them, and Sara relaxes a little at his expression. This isn’t a man who’s giving up and running. Far from it.

Mick stares at him, then looks at Sara, then looks back at Leonard.

“We’re not actually leaving,” he says. “Right?”

“Right.” Leonard looks back and forth between them too. “You’re both listening to me now. Why?”

Sara gives him a rueful smile. “Guess it just clicked,” she says. “Listening to you try to get through to Rip. I don’t get what’s going on either, but something’s off.”

Mick grunts in agreement. “Something’s weird,” he says. “You’re not completely making sense, but I’d rather listen to you. Rip’s losing it.”

Leonard smiles a little at that, even as he glances back toward the bridge. “The Time Masters know what his strings are, and they’re pulling them hard,” he says. “In fact, I bet they probably tied them there. They let him have...hostages to fortune, despite all their rules, and they’re using that. To make him not think clearly.”

The notion that the Time Masters may have allowed Rip to marry and have a child just to have that hold over him makes Sara’s blood run cold. Not even the League had been quite so...mercenary.

“If I follow what you said before, you’re implying that it’s not just that the Time Masters are protecting Savage’s role in the timeline,” she says, ripping her thoughts away from Rip’s family. “You’re saying they proactively want Savage in power. Why?”

That gets a one-shouldered shrug. “Not sure. Beyond the fact that he would owe them for it. Which might be enough.”

“Who cares about why? How’re we gonna fix it?” Mick wants to know, direct as always. “I don’t want those bastards ever pullin’ my strings again.”

That causes an odd, still look on Leonard’s face, but it’s gone before Sara can comment on it or further analyze it.

“Go keep an eye on Stein and Jax,” he tells Mick after a moment. “I don’t know if anything you learned at the Vanishing Point could help, but if something happens, at least they’d have someone between them and Savage.”

Mick makes an approving noise. “Bet if I fried him, it’d at least fuck up the bastard’s plans a little.”

“Likely,” Leonard tells him drily, but the other man is already headed toward the brig. Len shrugs and turns to Sara.

“Sorry I wasn’t getting it, before,” she says with a sigh, moving closer. “I don’t think I still really do.” She looks up at him, reaching out to lay a hand against his chest, knowing that her smile is a little rueful. “But I trust you.”

She’s sure it’s not her imagination that Leonard relaxes a little more at her words. Then he reaches out and puts a hand over hers, a gesture that’s almost sentimental, by their standards.

“Blame the Time Bastards,” he says. “I am.”

“Oh, I do.” Sara’s expression hardens a moment, then she shakes her head. “I’m going to go see Kendra, tell her what we suspect. She should know. Maybe...maybe she’s picked up something during her time at the Refuge? About the Time Masters.” She studies him. “And you?”

Leonard hesitates for just long enough that she guesses what’s coming. “If you stick with Kendra, would you…ask Raymond to come find me?” he asks finally, and if that’s not already a sign of something off, Sara doesn’t know what is. “I’m going to the brig. Could use back up.”

Sara gives him a look, but then just sighs.

“I was in there before,” she says, moving her hand down to one of the lapels of his jacket and wrapping her fingers around it. “Pretty sure Savage was trying to talk me into a mutiny.”

“Peachy.” Leonard’s smile is wry. “Well, I can’t say I haven’t considered that in the past, but if Savage wants it, it’s probably not a good idea. Still, if I play his games, maybe I can get something out of him.”

“Good idea.” Sara hesitates now, eyes on his. “Be careful. He’s dangerous. And you know I don’t say that casually.”

“Got it.” Leonard gives her one of his lopsided smiles, the ones that make her breath catch so. “You too.”

And then he ducks his head and catches her lips with his, warm and real and insistent, and Sara tightens her grip on his jacket and pulls herself up to deepen the kiss for a long, perfect moment. When they part, they’re breathing heavily, but both smiling, and they move away from each other reluctantly, turning away slowly.

Sara thinks, though, of something before she turns away to go find Kendra. She turns back. “Leonard?”

He turns too, walking backward and watching her.

“If you think the Time Masters want Savage in power,” she asks carefully, “then why do you think they want us to go to the Vanishing Point?”

Leonard studies her a moment. Then he gives her a smile that’s not amused at all.

“I guess I’m wondering,” he said. “Are we delivering Savage to the Time Masters?

“Or are we delivering ourselves?”

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Curfew hours set for tourists, pilgrims bound for Manaoag Church

#PHnews: Curfew hours set for tourists, pilgrims bound for Manaoag Church

MANAOAG, Pangasinan – The Manaoag police has reminded tourists and pilgrims of the Minor Basilica of Our Lady of the Rosary of Manaoag of the town’s curfew hours from 8 p.m. to 5 a.m.

“Hindi po kami mag papapasok ng mga tao kahit manggaling po sila sa malayo kapag curfew na po sa atin. Pasok po uli sila kapag tapos na po (We will not allow entry of people even if they come from far places during curfew hours. They instead should return after the curfew hours are over),” Maj. Herminio Olivares, Manaoag chief of police said in an interview Thursday.

He said while they cannot prevent the entry of tourists in the town because of the easing of travel protocols, they are determined to strictly follow the town’s curfew hours.

Olivares discouraged tourists and visitors aged below 15 and above 65 from going to crowded places for their safety.

He said they are prohibited from entering the church premises.

Only tourists from areas under modified general community quarantine are allowed to enter the town pursuant to Executive Order No. 07 series of 2021, he added.

Olivares said the measure was necessary to prevent the drastic rise of coronavirus disease 2019 (Covid-19) cases in the province.

Meanwhile, the local government unit and the police have begun their preparations in anticipation of the influx of tourists and pilgrims this Holy Week.

Ilocos Police Regional office director Brig. Gen. Emmanuel Peralta visited the town and left a directive to further tighten security in the area.

Peralta has ordered the augmentation of police forces from the Special Weapons and Tactics teams, Provincial Mobile Force Company, and provincial and regional police offices.

Manaoag Mayor Kim Amador also ordered the town’s Rural Health Unit (RHU) to be on standby to check on the tourists upon arrival.

Amador enjoined all establishments to have their logbooks for contact tracing of all visitors. (PNA)

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* Philippine News Agency. "Curfew hours set for tourists, pilgrims bound for Manaoag Church." Philippine News Agency. https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1134041 (accessed March 18, 2021 at 11:37PM UTC+14).

* Philippine News Agency. "Curfew hours set for tourists, pilgrims bound for Manaoag Church." Archive Today. https://archive.ph/?run=1&url=https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1134041 (archived).

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The Brig Pilgrim, Dana Point, California, 2008

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Most-wanted Pakistan bomber among 3 terrorists killed in J&K

SRINAGAR: A Pakistani bomb-maker counted among Kashmir’s 12 most-wanted terrorists was shot dead along with two other Jaish-e-Mohammad operatives in an encounter early Friday with security forces in Kulgam district. The killing of Waleed Adnan Bhai, alias Lambu, coincided with an Army alert about a terror plot to target Amarnath pilgrims “any time” after the scheduled commencement of the yatra on July 21. Jaish-e-Mohammad commander Waleed is the second A++ terrorist in the police’s ‘dirty dozen’ list to be killed after fellow Pakistani Usman Bhai, who was gunned down by security forces in Anantnag on July 11. Nicknamed Lambu for his lanky 6ft-plus frame, Waleed’s other claim to infamy besides making IEDs and plotting terror attacks was as a Casanova preying on local women, intelligence sources said. J&K DGP Dilbag Singh told reporters here that Waleed had escaped unscathed from at least three previous encounters with security forces, leaving behind a US-made rifle in one instance. “Based on a specific input, a joint team of J&K Police, the Army’s 9 Rashtriya Rifles and the CRPF finally cornered him on Friday at Nagnad in the Chimmer area of Kulgam,” he said. Besides Waleed, two local Jaish recruits identified as Rouf Dar and Rayias Ahmad were killed while three Army personnel were injured in the gun battle. The injured soldiers are being treated at the base hospital. Brig V S Thakur, sector commander of the 9 Rashtriya Rifles, said the terrorists were holed up in a house with civilians and the raid party ensured there was no collateral damage. “After our team cordoned off the hideout, one of the terrorists had tried to slip out along with the civilians. He hid his weapon under a pheran (traditional Kashmiri gown) but was found out and accosted by a soldier. There was a scuffle before he was shot dead. The slain terrorist turned out to be Waleed,” he said. A cache of arms and ammunition, include a US-made M4 carbine, an AK-47, five magazines, a few grenades and a launcher, was found in the hideout. Brig Thakur said the slain militants were possibly involved in the killing of five migrant Bengali labourers on October 29 last year in Kulgam, around the time a delegation of the European Union was visiting the Valley. “They were also involved in the killing of four civilians on April 4 this year at Nandimarg, Kulgam.” Citing “credible intelligence inputs”, Brig Thakur said security forces were bracing for bigger challenges ahead as terrorists were planning to mount attacks on Amarnath pilgrims along NH-44. “Over 100 terrorists, including 25-30 infiltrators, are still active in south Kashmir. Moreover, this stretch of the NH-44 is a bit sensitive. But we are all prepared to foil the designs of terrorists and ensure smooth conduct of the pilgrimage commencing July 21.” On July 3, TOI had reported on security forces going all out to track down 12 mos-wanted commanders of the banned Jaish-e-Muhammad, Hizbul Mujahideen and Lashkar-e-Taiba, including a former Pakistani soldier identified as Ghazi Rashid. Yousuf Kantroo alias Isseh Kantur, whom the police files describe as Lashkar’s “operational head, mastermind, planner and main recruiter from Budgam”, is currently the only Kashmir-born terrorist in the A++ category.

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It’s a sad day to lose our famed Pilgrim. Replica of the Merchantman Brig immortalized by Richard Henry Dana.Dana Point California https://www.instagram.com/p/B-VFUbqpSvS/?igshid=ymfrnurfuivu

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PM Imran opens Kartarpur Corridor

KARTARPUR—In what may be called the world’s ‘longest’ ever pilgrimage, it took almost 72 years to the Indian Sikhs to make it to one of their holiest shrines located just 4.1 kilometers from the border in Pakistan.

Prime Minister Imran Khan on Saturday inaugurated the much-anticipated Kartarpur Corridor project that would give visa-free access to the Indian Sikhs to visit Gurdwara Kartarpur Sahib. He was accompanied by Foreign Minister Shah Mahmood Qureshi, Interior Minister Brig (retd) Ijaz Shah, Religious Affairs Minister Pir Nurul Haq Qadri, special assistants Dr Firdous Ashiq and Zulfiqar Bukhari, Punjab Governor Chaudhry Sarwar and Chief Minister Usman Buzdar, and diplomats.

As the gate built on Pak-India border was opened, the smiling Sikh pilgrims walked into Pakistan with traditional turbans and holding kirpan (small sword) in their hands. The prime minister reached the venue of the inauguration ceremony through the shuttle service carrying the Sikh pilgrims.

Buses were awaiting the pilgrims with welcoming banners and wheelchairs were placed there for the elderly or ill persons. The pilgrims were later driven to the venue of the inauguration ceremony after going through immigration and security checks. At the terminal, the staffers were alert to swiftly accomplish the screening process.

All around, there was an ambiance of celebration both Indian and Pakistani Punjab, though the celebration was to some extent spoiled by Indian Supreme Court’s decision in Babri Masjid case ordering the formation of a trust to construct a temple for Lord Ram and allocate alternative land to Muslims.

Former Indian Prime Minister Sardar Manmohan Singh, Chief Minister of Indian Punjab Amrinder Singh, Congress leaders, renowned cricketer and Prime Minister Imran Khan’s friend Navjot Singh Sidhu and Bollywood actor Sunny Deol were also part of the group.

The Sikh pilgrims were all appreciative of the vision of Prime Minister Imran Khan and Chief of Army Staff General Qamar Javed Bajwa which made this longstanding demand of the Sikh community fulfilled. The Yatrees, who so far had been content of viewing their holiest shrine from binocular towers built in Gurdaspur district of Indian Punjab, would now be able to quench their thirst of the holiest pilgrimage.

The corridor would lead the pilgrims straight to the Gurdwara built to commemorate the site where Guru Nanak spent the last 18 years of his life before he died there in 1539. The opening of the Corridor coincides with the birth anniversary of Baba Guru Nanak’s 550th birthday to be celebrated on November 12 when the arrival of Sikh pilgrims from across the world is expected.

In another co-incidence, Pakistan was also celebrating on Saturday the birth anniversary of its national poet Allama Muhammad Iqbal, also the great admirer of Baba Guru Nanak. In his philosophical poetry, ‘Bang-e-Dara’ Allama Iqba had spoken high of Guru Nanak’s broader outlook of religion. “Phir uthi aakhir sada Tauheed ki Punjab say, Hind ko ab ek mard-e-kaamil ne jagaya khuwab se,” which translates “Again, the voice of Tawheed has arisen from the Panjab; And thus, a perfect man has awaken India from her dogmatic slumber.”

In the same book, the great poet said, “Chishti ne jis zameen men paigham-e-haq sunaya; Nanak nay jis chaman men wahdat ka geet gaya” means “The place where Chishti gave his message of truth to the people; The place where Nanak sung a song of oneness of God.” The construction of Kartarpur Sahib Corridor and renovation of Gurdwara Darbar Sahib Kartarpur, which has now become the world’s largest Sikh Gurdwara, has been completed in record time. The ground-breaking ceremony of the Kartarpur Sahib Corridor was held on November 28, 2018. Spread over around 400 acres, the Kartarpur Complex currently consists of a new courtyard, langar khanas, museum, library, dormitories, locker rooms, an immigration centre and an embankment to protect the temple from the floods. Pakistan has announced to allow visit of 5,000 pilgrims to the shrine everyday with additional numbers on special occasions, subject to capacity expansion of facilities. As a special gesture, the government also waived off the requirement of passport for Sikh pilgrims and 10-day advance intimation for whole year. The opening of the Corridor is also realization of the dream of Quaid-e-Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah, who had been the strong advocate of the minorities’ rights in Pakistan and had said, “You are free; you are free to go to your temples. You are free to go to your mosques or to any other places of worship in this State of Pakistan. You may belong to any religion, caste or creed—that has nothing to do with the business of the state.” The Prime Minister Imran Khan visited the immigration counters and reviewed the arrangements where he warmly received Manmohan Singh and Navjot Singh Sidhu. The stunning white-coloured edifice of Gurdwara Baba Nanak stands tall as a symbol of peace and harmony despite a relation full of discords between the two neighboring countries. The Government of Pakistan had acquired around 800-acre land and handed over the same to the Gurdwara management as a gift. Out of which, 42 acres were allocated for the construction of Gurdwara Complex and 62 acres for the agriculture purpose to meet the needs of the Langar Khana. The Gurdwara has been built in record time of 10 months, with high quality construction along with white marble and imported tiles. The visitors will have a glance of Sikhs history at the museum setup in the vicinity where the photographs of Sikh religious leaders have been put on display. A 12-bed hospital has also been established for any health emergency for the pilgrims.

Days of subcontinent’s prosperity not far once Kashmir issue resolved: PM

Prime Minister Imran Khan Saturday while showing his optimism for the regional peace and development, said time was not far when the subcontinent would achieve prosperity once the Kashmir issue was resolved and the Kashmiris got their due rights. “France and Germany had fought so many wars and killed millions of people. Look the Germany and France of today, they now trade with each other with their borders open and have prosperity. No one even can think of war (there). Insha Allah when this Kashmir issue is resolved and Kashmiris get their right, the subcontinent will also see that kind of prosperity,” the prime minister said addressing the inauguration ceremony of Kartarpur Corridor here.

The Corridor would give a visa-free access to the Indian Sikhs to visit Gurdwara Kartarpur Sahib, the second holiest shrine of their faith, located some 4.1 kilometers from the Indian border in Pakistan. The prime minister was accompanied by Foreign Minister Shah Mahmood Qureshi, Interior Minister Brig (retd) Ijaz Shah, Religious Affairs Minister Pir Nurul Haq Qadri, special assistants Dr Firdous Ashiq Awan and Zulfiqar Bukhari , Punjab Governor Chaudhry Muhammad Sarwar and Chief Minister Usman Buzdar, and others. The prime minister, who visited the huge Kartarpur complex to review the arrangements ,also welcomed former Indian Prime Minister Sardar Manmohan Singh and his cricketer friend Navjot Singh Sidhu as they went through the immigration process at the terminal. Bollywood actor Sunny Deol and Chief Minister of Indian Punjab Amrinder Singh were also among the prominent pilgrims in the ceremony that was also attended by hundreds of Sikh pilgrims from India and Pakistan, diplomats and media men from both sides of the border.

The prime minister, who earlier cut the ribbon to inaugurate the much-anticipated Corridor ahead of the 550th birth anniversary of Baba Guru Nanak, appreciated the Frontier Works Organization and other government departments for completing the project in record 10 months. To a suggestion by Sidhu to open the border, the prime minister said soon after assuming his office, he had offered Modi to enhance the bilateral engagement to address the regional challenges of poverty, climate change and polio, besides peacefully resolving the Kashmir dispute through dialogue. He also recalled his interaction with Manmohan Singh in a summit in India in which the latter had also viewed that the region could prosper if the Kashmir issue was resolved. But unfortunately, the prime minister said, the Modi regime had turned the Kashmir issue from mere a territorial to a human rights one as around 900,000 Indian troops had put eight million people under siege in the Held valley. He told the gathering that the Kashmiri people were being treated like animals and their rights were being usurped, which were guaranteed by the United Nations. “Peace cannot be established this way. By this (issue) all of our relations are at halt,” he remarked. He said the peace could only be made by bringing justice as injustice could lead to anarchy, and urged the Modi government to liberate the Kashmiri people to let them live their own free life. He said if the border was opened for trade, one could guess how much prosperity the region could achieve and the people get rid of poverty. The prime minister said he was pleased to see the happiness on the faces of Sikh pilgrims who had got their longstanding demand fulfilled. He said being a mercy for the whole universe, Holy Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) had promoted the messages of humanity and justice which had been the core factors to differentiate the human societies from the jungle life. Similarly, he said Baba Guru Nanak had also promoted humanity and unity, while opposing any social division and hatred. He said being inspired by the peaceful teachings of great Sufi saints including Baba Farid, Nizamuddin Aulia and Moeenuddin Chuishti, people revered them and visit their shrines regularly. The prime minister, who wore bandanna, a white kerchief tightly tied around the head as bare head is considered inappropriate in Sikhism, said he was pleased to have done this for the Sikh community. Before this initiative, he had never thought of such a significance of Kartarpur Gurdwara among Sikhs. The prime minister reiterated that the real leaders had always contributed to bring social unity and never got votes by creating hatred in the society. He said Nelson Mandela was highly revered in South Africa because he had fought for unity in the society that had been apartheid by racism and saved his country from bloodshed. The prime minister said for the first time, the Sikh people would be able to come to Kartarpur and pay respect to the founder of their faith. “I hope, this is a beginning. Insha Allah, one day, our relations with India will be as it should have been had the Kashmir issue been resolved in the beginning,” the prime minister said. Minister for Religious Affairs Pir Nurul Haq Qadri said the inauguration of Kartarpur Corridor was the greatest message of peace after the partition in 1947. He said the prime minister had fulfilled his commitment to provide access to Sikh community to visit their holy shrines. He said while being in Baghdad, Baba Guru Nanak used to visit the shrine of Imam Kazim daily which gave a message of harmony as he had devoted his life for peace and harmony. The Akal Takht Jathedar, Giani Harpreet Singh said by opening of Kartarpur Corridor, the 70-year old demand of Sikhs had been fulfilled for what they were thankful to both the governments. He said the Muslims and Sikhs shared religious values as Baba Guru Nanak had also taught oneness of Allah and had spent a long time here in this area. Calling for promotion of the philosophy of Baba Guru Nanak for peace and unity, he said around 10,000 Sikhs resided in Pakistan who should also be provided such a facility to let them visit the shrines in India. Foreign Minister Shah Mahmood Qureshi and Novjot Singh Sidhu also addressed the ceremony.

Kartarpur – a corridor of love and peace in region: Qureshi

Foreign Minister Shah Mehmood Qureshi Saturday said the doors of Darbar Sahib Kartarpur had been opened for Sikhs of entire world so that they might come here and enjoy hospitality and love from Pakistan.

Addressing the inaugural ceremony of Kartarpur Corridor here, he said it was a historic day as the ‘corridor of love’ had been opened for a community of 140 million people. He said the world could see the practical demonstration of mutual religious respect between two religions, Islam and Sikhism, at Kartarpur today. “Credit for this love and interfaith harmony goes to Prime Minister Imran Khan, who took the initiative,” he added. The minister said the message of founder of Sikhism Baba Guru Nanak Devji was the message of humanity and peace for all. He said now the world could see for itself who was proving to be a danger to the regional peace. “Who is sowing seeds of hatred in the region,” he added.

He said all Sufi saints gave the message of peace and love including Sikh Guru Baba Nanak and hoped that one day this message of peace and love would also reach the Indian Occupied Kashmir. He said the entire Sikh community was appreciating the decision of opening of Kartarpur Corridor. “Pakistan has been working on two corridors in the country including CPEC and Kartarpur,” he said, adding the first one was for economic development and the second one was for love, respect and peace in the region. He said Prime Minister Imran Khan had made a promise one year ago with the neighbours and fulfilled his promise today by opening Kartarpur Corridor, but a promise was also made by an Indian prime minister about 72 years ago with Pakistan and Kashmir, which should now be fulfilled by implementing United Nations resolutions on Kashmir. He said Gurdawara Kartarpur was the largest gurdawara (Sikh temple) of the world, adding the prime minister had pointed out 400 Hindu temples which would soon be renovated and Pakistan would invite Hindus across the world to visit them. “Protecting the rights of non-Muslims in a Muslim state is the Sunnah of Holy Prophet Hazrat Muhammad (PBUH) and the vision of Hazrat Quaid-e-Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah (RA),” he added. He wished the Indian government opened the Central Jamia Masjid of Sri Nagar (Kashmir) for Muslims like Pakistan did. He said November 9 was an important day as Berlin Wall in Germany was demolished on this day. “Why can’t the Line of Control be demolished,” he asked. He invited the Indian government to join hands with Pakistan to tackle the real challenges of the Subcontinent like poverty, illiteracy and unemployment. Federal Minister for Religious Affairs and Interfaith Harmony Pir Noorul Haq Qadri also addressed the ceremony.

Imran Khan won the hearts with love: Navjot Sidhu

Sikandar-e-Azam conquered the world by force but Prime Minister Imran Khan has won the hearts of people with love, Indian politician and former cricketer, Navjot Singh Sidhu said on Saturday while speaking at the opening ceremony of Kartarpur Corridor.

He said “Prime Minister Imran Khan has made the history by opening historical Kartarpur Corridor and fulfilled the long cherished dream of four generations of Sikh community, who were anxiously waiting to visit their holy place”. Navjot Sidhu said Imran Khan has conquered the hearts of Sikh community with his love. “It is for the first time in the history after division of Sub-continent that someone has actually tried to remove barriers between Pakistan and India”, he said. “Opening of Kartarpur Corridor is a goodwill gesture for the Sikh community whose four generations were deprived of visiting their father Baba Guru Nanak shrine which is their home. No such relief was given to the Sikh community ever in the history”, he said. Navjot Singh said he is representing the sentiments of 140 million Sikh whose voices were not heard during the last 72 years. He said that he saw many politicians but never saw a brave man like Imran Khan, who has given such a great happiness to him by opening this corridor that he never imagined. “Every leader focuses on profit and loss but Imran Khan is the first lion who heard the voice of heart”.

Navjot Singh said he saw many political leaders whose hearts are like of sparrows however the heart of Imran Khan is like an ocean. He has shown the world how a true friendship is carried on. Sikh community will act as ambassadors of Imran Khan across the world and will promote soft image of Pakistan at international level, he expressed.

Iqbal’s vision reflects in Kartarpur Corridor: Governor Punjab

Governor Punjab Chaudhry Muhammad Sarwar has said the government is opening Kartarpur corridor in the light of the vision of founding fathers of Pakistan – Dr. Allam Muhammad Iqbal and Quaid e Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah.

Talking to media persons at the mausoleum of Allama Iqbal here on Saturday, he said poet of the East Allam Muhammad Iqbal championed the cause of minority rights and Prime Minister Imran Khan has translated the vision into reality. To a question, he said the government is trying to model Pakistan as per the dream of Allama Iqbal and turn the country into a prosperous, peaceful and tolerant country. To another question, he said PPP and PML-N had taken a judicious decision by not taking part in the Azadi March of Maulana Fazal ur Rehman, adding, the time was not ripe for the protest as it distracted international attention from the Kashmir issue. The PTI government had worked hard to internationalise the issue. “Maulana Fazal ur Rehman had undertaken a protest rally to the federal capital when the government was highlighting Kashmir issue vehemently”, he responded. Responding to a query, Governor Punjab said the government facilitated Azadi March in the light of PTI’s cardinal principles of freedom of speech and freedom of movement. However, he expressed the hope that Maulana Fazal ur Rehman would not adopt path of confrontation with the government. About Nawaz Sharif, the Governor said PML-N supremo Nawaz Sharif would be allowed to get medical treatment from the country of his choice abroad, adding that the government had provided the best medical treatment to Nawaz Sharif. He said the family was also facilitated to look after the ailing Nawaz Sharif, adding, the government would not create any hurdle in Nawaz Sharif’s medical treatment.

Imran Khan won hearts of Sikh community by opening Kartarpur Corridor: Sikh Pilgrims

Hundreds of Sikh pilgrims arrived at Pakistan on Saturday from different countries welcomed the historical opening of Kartarpur Corridor and said Prime Minister Imran Khan has won the hearts of Sikh community across the world by opening this corridor and his name will remain imprinted in their hearts forever.

Sikh pilgrims visit the shrine in Nankana Sahib, some 75 kms west of Lahore on November 7, 2019, on the occasion of the 550th birth anniversary of Guru Nanak Dev. - A corridor that will allow Sikhs to cross from India into Pakistan to visit one of the religion's holiest sites is set to open on November 9, with thousands expected to make a pilgrimage interrupted by decades of conflict. (Photo by Arif ALI / AFP) “Imran Khan has fulfilled the promise of opening Kartarpur Corridor for Sikh community of India which he made a year ago and won their hearts. It was our long cherished desire to visit this holy place which the prime minister turned into reality”, Sikh Pilgrims said while talking media.

A policeman keeps vigil outside the shrine in Nankana Sahib, some 75 kms west of Lahore on November 7, 2019, on the occasion of the 550th birth anniversary of Guru Nanak Dev. - A corridor that will allow Sikhs to cross from India into Pakistan to visit one of the religion's holiest sites is set to open on November 9, with thousands expected to make a pilgrimage interrupted by decades of conflict. (Photo by Arif ALI / AFP) A jubilant Sikh Pilgrim, Sardar Amir Singh said this is a moment of happiness for the nations of Pakistan and India. Sikh community in India will now be able to visit their holy place in Kartarpur without passport and visa. “Indian nation can also get maximum benefit out of this project”, Sardar Amir Singh said during his visit to Kartapur Corridor.

Sikh pilgrims prepare bread for devotees at a shrine in Nankana Sahib, some 75 kms west of Lahore on November 7, 2019, on the occasion of the 550th birth anniversary of Guru Nanak Dev. - A corridor that will allow Sikhs to cross from India into Pakistan to visit one of the religion's holiest sites is set to open on November 9, with thousands expected to make a pilgrimage interrupted by decades of conflict. (Photo by Arif ALI / AFP) Another Sikh Pilgrim, Baba Ge Gorpal Singh said “I express my heartfelt gratitude to the Prime Minister of Pakistan, Imran Khan who has given such a big gift to the Sikh community not only of Pakistan and India but the whole world through opening Kartarpur Corridor on the biggest occasion of 550th birth anniversary of Baba Guru Nanak”. The whole world is appreciating this peace gesture of Pakistani government which would allow Sikh Pilgrims from India to under take a visa free visit to the sacred shrine of Baba Guru Nanak and perform their religious rituals. Sardar Kalwant Singh said opening of Kartarpur Corridor is a good decision taken by the Pakistani government which has made easier for our Sikh brothers and sisters to visit their holy places in Pakistan. Now, Indian government should also facilitate the Sikh pilgrims in Pakistan for visiting their holy places in India by taking some similar step.

In this picture taken on November 6, 2019 Sikh pilgrims take selfie pictures in front of the Shrine of Baba Guru Nanak Dev at the Gurdwara Darbar Sahib ahead of its opening, in the Pakistani town of Kartarpur near the Indian border. - Thousands of Sikh pilgrims are expected around the world to visit to Pakistan to celebrate the 550th birth anniversary of Sri Guru Nanak Dev which falls on November 12. (Photo by Aamir QURESHI / AFP) Head of Pakistan Sikh Council, Dr. Ramesh Singh said “Today is a happiest day for the whole Sikh community as well as devoted followers of Baba Guru Nanak across the world. Opening of Kartarpur Corridor conveyed a message to the world that Pakistan is a peace loving country.” He appreciated the way different institutions of Pakistan including Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Ministry of Religious Affairs and Inter-Faith Harmony, Evacuee Trust Property Board and others worked hard for timely completion of this project.

In this picture taken on November 6, 2019 a worker walks in front of the Shrine of Baba Guru Nanak Dev at the Gurdwara Darbar Sahib ahead of its opening in the Pakistani town of Kartarpur near the Indian border. - Thousands of Sikh pilgrims are expected around the world to visit to Pakistan to celebrate the 550th birth anniversary of Sri Guru Nanak Dev which falls on November 12. (Photo by Aamir QURESHI / AFP) He thanked Prime Minister Imran Khan and Chief of Army Staff, General Qamar Javed Bajwa for making excellent security and other arrangements for the Sikh Pilgrims at the opening ceremony of corridor and said this initiative has won the hearts of Sikh community of the whole world.

In this picture taken on November 6, 2019 Pakistani security officials (R) and Sikh pilgrims walk in front of the Shrine of Baba Guru Nanak Dev at the Gurdwara Darbar Sahib ahead of its opening, in the Pakistani town of Kartarpur near the Indian border. - Thousands of Sikh pilgrims are expected around the world to visit to Pakistan to celebrate the 550th birth anniversary of Sri Guru Nanak Dev which falls on November 12. (Photo by Aamir QURESHI / AFP) “This was the Pakistan of Quaid-i-Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah where the rights and freedom of minorities are ensured”, he said. He said despite false propaganda by Indian media, the banners of Imran Khan and Navjot Singh have been placed in Indian Punjab. Opening of this corridor is a big achievement and nothing else could be a bigger gift for around 120 million members of Sikh community across the world and followers of Baba Guru Nanak.

In this picture taken on November 6, 2019 workers clean the floor at the Shrine of Baba Guru Nanak Dev at the Gurdwara Darbar Sahib ahead of its opening in the Pakistani town of Kartarpur near the Indian border. - Thousands of Sikh pilgrims are expected around the world to visit to Pakistan to celebrate the 550th birth anniversary of Sri Guru Nanak Dev which falls on November 12. (Photo by Aamir QURESHI / AFP) Another pilgrim, Balbeer Singh Khushdil said “We are very much thankful to the Pakistani Prime Minister, Imran khan and his government who has given an opportunity to the Sikh community to visit their holy place on the sacred occasion of Guru Nanak’s birth anniversary. We reached at the place without any difficulty”.

Pakistan will emerge as a peace-loving country as a result of this initiative and it will also help reduce the mistrust between Pakistan and India, he said. Former Prime Minister of India, Manmohan Singh expressed hope that Pak-India relations will improve enormously as a result of this beginning. It’s a big moment for Sikh community”.

Harvinder Singh Phoolka, a senior advocate of Delhi High Court and politician said “This place is like Makkah for us. We cannot express our happiness and excitement in words. We got permission to visit our holy place without any requirement which is an excellent initiative by Pakistani government for the Sikh community.” The members of Sikh families from United Kingdom and Canada said “We are very much happy over opening of this corridor and it is very good peace gesture and we salute to the Prime Minister Imran Khan for this initiative”.

Kartarpur Corridor inauguration testimony of Pakistan’s commitment to regional peace: PM

Prime Minister Imran Khan has said that the inauguration of Kartarpur Corridor is the testimony of Pakistan’s commitment to regional peace. “We believe that the road to prosperity of region and bright future of our coming generation lies in peace,” he said in his message on the eve of the inauguration of Kartarpur Corridor scheduled on Saturday.

Sikh pilgrims pray as they take part in a ritual procession at a shrine in Nankana Sahib, some 75 kms west of Lahore on November 7, 2019, on the occasion of the 550th birth anniversary of Guru Nanak Dev. - A corridor that will allow Sikhs to cross from India into Pakistan to visit one of the religion's holiest sites is set to open on November 9, with thousands expected to make a pilgrimage interrupted by decades of conflict. (Photo by Arif ALI / AFP) Congratulating the Sikh community on both sides of the border and the world over on the historic day of inauguration of Kartarpur Corridor, the prime minister said the significance of the event for the Sikh community, on 550th birth anniversary of Baba Guru Nanak Dev Ji, could be well understood by the Muslims who knew what it meant to visit the holy places.

Sikh pilgrims have their lunch at a shrine in Nankana Sahib, some 75 kms west of Lahore on November 7, 2019, on the occasion of the 550th birth anniversary of Guru Nanak Dev. - A corridor that will allow Sikhs to cross from India into Pakistan to visit one of the religion's holiest sites is set to open on November 9, with thousands expected to make a pilgrimage interrupted by decades of conflict. (Photo by Arif ALI / AFP) “The inauguration of Kartarpur Corridor is a manifestation of the fact that our hearts are always open for the followers of different religions as enjoined by our great religion and envisioned by our Father of the Nation. Today we are not only opening border but also our hearts for the Sikh community,” he added.

He said the unprecedented gesture of goodwill from the Government of Pakistan was a reflection of its deep respect for Baba Guru Nanak Dev Ji and religious sentiments of the Sikh community, who always wanted to have an easy access to the shrine of their spiritual leader and perform their religious obligations. He said Pakistan believed that interfaith harmony and peaceful coexistence would provide an opportunity to work for larger interests of the people of the sub-continent. The prime minister also thanked all those who contributed towards the transforming the vision into reality in record time of 10 months only.

70 years on, Sikh holiest site in Kartarpur opens for devotees on Saturday

Under the same sky but from a land divided by several meter high razor-wired double fence, Indian Sikhs for the past 70 years have been viewing from afar 4.5 kilometers Gurdwara Kartarpur Sahib, that lies in Pakistan. Hundreds of Sikhs everyday make a beeline near the international border in Indian Punjab’s Gurdaspur district to catch a distant glimpse of one of their holiest shrines situated in Pakistan’s Narowal district.

However, now their wait is over. For some it will be a life long cherished dream, about to materialise, as they set foot in their holiest site. On November 9 (Saturday), the first batch of 10,000 pilgrims is set to perform their rituals within the compound of the Gurdwara after seven decades on the 550th birth anniversary of Baba Guru Nanak. Prime Minister Imran Khan, who envisioned a year ago the construction of Kartarpur Corridor between Pakistan and India to facilitate the Sikh community, will inaugurate the much-anticipated overland passage linking the Dera Baba Nana shrine in northwest India’s Gurdaspur with the Gurdwara Darbar Sahib in Kartarpur, Pakistan. Dubbed as ‘Zero Point’, the Corridor including a bridge stretches for one-kilometer over the Ravi River flowing between the two countries. Pakistan has announced to allow visit of 5,000 pilgrims to the shrine everyday with additional numbers on special occasions, subject to capacity expansion of facilities. As a special gesture, the government also waived off the requirement of passport and 10-day advance intimation for whole year, a move which has not received a warm welcome by India. The stunning white-coloured edifice of Gurdwara Baba Nanak stands tall as a symbol of peace and harmony despite a relation full of discords between the two bordering countries. The inauguration on November 9 coincides with with birthday of the country’s national poet and philosopher Allama Muhammad Iqbal, who in his poem ‘Nanak’ written in book Baang-e-Dara, holds the Sikh spiritual leader in high esteem for his monotheist beliefs. Iqbal, in his verses ‘Phir akhir uthi sada Tauheed ki Punjab se – Hind ko ik Mard-e-Kaamil ne jagaya khwaab se’, means that ‘The voice of belief in Oneness of God rises from Punjab as a man with perfect attributes awakens the land of Hind from deep slumber’. The package of facilities has been set in place for the visitors, including a nine-marque village to accommodate the Sikh pilgrims coming from across the world. The regular visitors will be given a one-day pass and they will return the same day. A Langar Khana inside the complex has a capacity to house around 2,500 pilgrims, who will arrive in after biometric registration at counters set up by the Federal Investigation Agency.

The Government of Pakistan had acquired around 800-acre land and handed over the same to the Gurdwara management as a gift. Out of which, 42 acres were allocated for the construction of Gurdwara Complex and 62 acres for the agriculture purpose to meet the needs of the Langar Khana. The Gurdwara has been built in record time of 10 months, with high quality construction along with white marble and imported tiles. The visitors will have a glance of Sikhs history at the museum set up in the vicinity where the photographs of Sikh religious leaders have been put on display. A 12-bed hospital has also been established for any health emergency for the pilgrims. Around 250 cameras will have round-the-clock vigil for foolproof security and effective monitoring of the complex, while 1,500 staffers have been assigned for the facilitation of pilgrims.. Money exchange outlets and souvenir shops have also been set up for the facilitation of visitors. As a monument of love, peace and affinity, Gurdwara Baba Guru Nanak awaits his followers from around the globe to arrive at the soil of Pakistan – also the Dharti of Nanak (land of Nanak). Read the full article

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