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thedemonlady · 1 year
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Winterblessed Diana ❄🌙
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explodingquails · 2 years
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Screaming at the walls of fire They're closing in on me I hunger for the vertigo, the silver moonlight It's where I wanna be
Screaming at the walls of fire But I'm still running free In the silver moonlight I can breathe
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aurelion-solar · 2 years
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Diana, Scorn of the Moon - Wild Rift Promo Art
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halloweddoll · 8 months
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‧₊˚✩ Diana, Scorn of the Moon, icons!
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leftingbadly · 4 months
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Chapter 1: The Will of the World
Diana Quinn was an English professor back on her dying earth before she became the English teacher to a native people called Na'vi on the moon Pandora. After a shockingly horrific incident that caused the school to shut down, a newbie marine by the name of Jake Sully presents her another opportunity to reconnect with The People.
Pairing: Tsu'tey x OFC
Rating: PG13
Themes: Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers
Other Tags: Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn, Betrayal, Revenge
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Diana considered herself a patient person. In fact, if Dr Grace Augustine was the one to write the book on the Pandoran botany she discovered, Diana Quinn was going to claim she wrote the book on patience. 
At least- that’s what she tried to convince herself at six in the morning when a new recruit for the avatar programme was causing a ruckus throughout the sector and knocking over things left and right. She tried to control her rapidly rising anger as she attempted to withhold herself from screaming at the newbie for knocking over her linguistics books and almost making her spill her coffee on them.
“Hey Dick-For-Brains!” She could not, however, control her anger, “Watch where you swing that tiny blue ass of yours!”  The former university English professor had become quite adapt at adopting a marine’s mouth. Being stationed on a moon years away from your own dying planet on a solar system that was not even your own would do that to a woman. 
A prime example of bad habits adopted in the Alpha Centauri System bristled passed her in a flurry of red waves; the one and only Dr Grace Augustine. The bad habit in question was nestled between her two fingers as she took one last drag of her cigarette before hopping into her pod to link with her avatar, no doubt to chase after the newbie causing havoc outside. 
It had been nearly five years since Diana had joined the RDA at the request of Grace and there was not a moment where something went smoothly in those (give or take) one-thousand-eight-hundred-and-twenty-five days. 
The woman rolled her eyes as she stared at the panicking scientists at the sudden exposure to the air outside and watched from behind a glass pane as they quickly attempted to close the breach in the unit. She was shocked to hear of Tom’s sudden death earlier in the month, and even more shocked to learn not weeks later that they were going to be replacing Tom’s scientific mind with a marine’s one in the form of his twin brother. 
She remembers snorting rather loudly in Grace’s face when she was informed of the switch. 
“You’ve got to be joking,” Diana laughed loudly in Grace’s face, but quickly sobered up at the look of dismay on the red headed woman’s face, “You’re serious.” 
“As a heart attack. These airheads are giving me another gun when what I need is people actually capable of using what’s in their heads! It’s like they’re pissing on this whole entire operation after creating the damn fire to begin with!” 
“Okay, Grace, again with the analogies- you are going to have to speak slower for the rest of us to catch up.” Diana laughed as she raised her hands in the air, submitting to the scornful gaze the Dr sent her way. 
“Be honest with me Diana,” Grace took a stressed drag from the cigarette between her fingers, “Do you think we’re just wasting our time here? I mean honestly I feel like there’s nothing we could ever do to make up for what happened at the school-“
Diana cut the woman off before she could continue speaking, “What happened at the school was a horrific thing, Grace. But you can’t keep blaming yourself for it. You helped as many kids as you could, alright?” She stared and waited at the woman until she gave a nod in understanding, “You did everything you could.”
“I just wish I could have done more.”
Diana’s brows furrowed as the memory was pushed to the forefront of her mind. Cold, smoke infused fingers pressed against her forehead to release the tension was what brought her back to the present. 
“We’re going out to run some errands; I’m taking Norm and the newbie with me, you up to stretch your legs?” Grace was unlinked from her avatar and drinking coffee again while simultaneously smoking another cigarette. 
“You’re going to give yourself a problem with that,” Diana said as she eyed the cigarette ruefully.
“Yeah well, better the devil you know. Speaking of which…” Diana followed Grace’s line of sight until she reached the towering figure of Colonel Quaritch, or in Diana’s terms; the ugliest piece of man you would ever lay your eyes upon. 
Colonel Miles Quaritch was one of the RDA Security Operations commanders and served as the chief of security on Pandora, he had arrived on Pandora in the early 2150s and had been in a pain in Grace’s backside ever since, and Diana a while after that. 
“They do say if you speak the devil’s name, you can summon him.” Diana whispered to Grace as he walked by her station. 
“Do you think he wakes up extra early to style his hair and pray to Satan or do you suppose it comes naturally to him?” Grace questioned as they both continued to stair obviously. 
“No on the hair thing- because what hair? As for the Satan prayers… those are definitely ingrained in his DNA, no effort needed- whoops!” The two of them quickly turned around and pretended to busy themselves with the various papers and books that lay strewn across the table as he turned around to face them. 
They snickered quietly to themselves as they kept their eyes down and backs turned to the Colonel. 
“But seriously, we’re going out to gather some things, you in? I could really use some help with the newbie.” 
Diana snorted at the obvious plead for help, but shook her head in disagreement, “No, you don’t need me there. Besides, my expertise remains in the teaching of the English language- not with machineguns and helicopters.” 
“Oh, bullshit,” Grace groaned as she pulled on her friend’s arm, “Come on you’re the best pa’li rider this side of the linking.”
“Yes and you and I both know very well we haven’t even seen so much as one pa’li since-“ 
“Yeah, yeah,” Grace waved her off as she rolled her eyes and relented, “Just so you know, if anything happens out here it’s on you.” The red headed woman taunted as she turned her back on Diana’s rolling eyes. 
After Grace left her alone with her papers and books once again to try and analyse more of Na’vi linguistics, another recruit came up to her and directed her to the armour bay- Colonel Quaritch’s orders.
Diana groaned aloud as she made her way down to the metal hell.
“I want you to gain their trust,” Diana heard Colonel Quaritch’s voice above the loud machine murmurs as she approached them; “I need to know how to force their cooperation or hammer them hard if they won’t.”  
“Am I still with Augustine?” She heard Jake, the newbie, question. 
“On paper.” Came Quaritch’s reply, “Yeah, you walk like one of her science pukes,” Diana flinched at the lack of decorum with his word usage, and rolled her eyes as she figured he probably didn’t even catch his mistake, “-you quack like one, but you report to me. Can you do that for me son?”
Diana narrowed her eyes at Jake’s smirking face, his head bent low as he tried not to smile at what Quaritch said, and responded with an enthusiastic, “Hell yeah, sir.”
“Well alright then,” Quaritch smiled as he looked down at Jake, as though he were looking down at a younger version of himself, then moved to punch the air with the connected arms of the meta-machine, “Son, I take care of my own. You get me what I need, I’ll see to it you get your legs back when you rotate home. Your real legs.”
“That sounds real good, sir.” Jake nodded to the high standing machine that held Quaritch in and Diana jumped from behind one of the other still standing ones as she made her presence known to the Colonel. 
“Someone said you wanted to see me, Colonel Quaritch?” Diana heard herself yell at the older man in an attempt to make her voice heard over the loud whirring of machines and rustling of heavy artillery. 
“Yeah, sweetheart,” Diana gritted her teeth together at the name, “Some of my men were attacked at the base near Highcrags.”
“And that’s my problem because?” Diana folded her arms together, not liking where the conversation was heading, knowing exactly who and what was situated closest to the mining dump at Highcrags.
“Well as you know the operations at the Floating Cave aren’t exactly being fully accepted by some of your little smurf friends-“
“Considering you used explosives to clear the entire place to rubble and ruin I wouldn’t exactly expect a gift basket, Colonel.”
Jake snorted from behind Quaritch at Diana’s statement, but tried to cover it up as a cough when the older man’s gaze turned to him.
“Look, I don’t particularly care what you or your savage sweethearts seem to think you have control over,” And he adjusted a large mechanical firearm in the hands of his AMP suit, “Look over the pictures, translate what it is your precious Tawkami clan is trying to tell us and then report back to me; because I have a message of my own.”
“And if I don’t?” Diana retorted to the retreating back of the AMP suit.
Quaritch turned his back to face her again as he yelled out, “Then seeing as though your plans for cooperation with the other clan of savaged blue lizards failed- I fail to see your use here anymore, Professor.” He sneered her title like an insult as he smirked and turned away. 
“You two sure do seem to get on well,” From beside her Jake snorted his amusement, but Diana paid him no mind as she rolled her eyes and began briskly walking away from him.
His face fell at her cold behaviour and called after her, “Hey,” But she ignored him, “Hey!” He pushed the wheels of his wheelchair faster and turned to position him in front of her, blocking her from going further, “Have we met before?”
She did nothing but stared down at him, and then turned away as he raised his eyebrows expectantly. 
“Did I do something to upset you or…?” He pushed, and she let out a frustrated groan.
“You know you aren’t the only one who lost something in that war.” She told him hotly.
“What are you talking about?” Jake stuttered at her statement.
She rolled her eyes at the marine again, “Earth’s intercontinental conflict in the twenty-second century? It kind of created a global energy crisis and left the earth in the great demand for natural resources? Ring any bells, marine?”
This time it was Jake who rolled his eyes at her sarcasm, “I know what you’re talking about, what has that got anything to do with-“
“You lost your legs in the war serving your country, others lost their lives,” That shut him up quickly, “And those who had to live with that loss, don’t you think they’d do everything they could to bring them back?” Her face fell for a brief moment, and Jake saw it- as well as the hard fury that came after, “Everything that is, except genocide.” And she pushed passed him.
This time Jake didn’t go after, but only yelled at her, “So it’s my fault for wanting to get my legs back? I’m the selfish one?” She turned around sharply at the accusation. 
“You’re trading your legs for the extinction of an entire people for some rocks and dirt!” She argued back, but lowered her voice and walked closer to him when she noticed the attention of onlookers. 
“I’m not killing anyone,” Jake seethed, quickly becoming irritated at the accusations she was throwing at him.
“No, you aren’t. But I suppose supplying Quaritch with information about the Omaticaya and the ways best to hammer them down is all in innocent fun?” This time it was her seething to him, “What exactly do you think he meant by that? Look around you Jake,” Diana waved her hands around them, to the vast amount of AMP suits, guns and artillery as well as helicarriers filled with bombs, “The entire avatar program is a sham, and everything Grace and I are trying to do means nothing to them.”
“Then why do it?” Jake challenged, “If it’s so pointless, why try to communicate with the indigenous at all?”
Diana sighed as she ran her hand down her face, “Because not trying makes me just as bad as Quaritch, and it makes me just as bad as you.” 
“You did what?” Diana shrieked in horror many hours later once Grace and Norm had returned with Trudy, their pilot- without the newbie. Of course, while the body of Jake Sully was alive and well resting in his linking pod, the tall three metre long, blue avatar body however was left to the wilds of Pandora, alone and defenceless with no real training or preparation of what the moon held. 
“We lost the kid.” Grace said as she stared off into the distance, as though she herself were coming to terms with what they did as she was explaining the experience to Diana. 
“We were just inspecting some samples when all of a sudden we hear Jake standing off with this huge hammerhead titanothere! And then all of a sudden this huge thanator shows up and scares the hammerheads away! And then all-“
“Okay, okay Norm I get it, slow down,” Diana laughed as the tall man tried to catch his breath, “So you lost Tom’s avatar. Great.” Diana mumbled a series of incoherent profanities as she sighed heavily. Diana gathered her hair in a bundle at the back of her head and attempted to tie it with the small hair tie resting on her wrist, but once she tried to make the second hoop around the elastic snapped and broke. 
She groaned in frustration, letting her hair fall back to its original position. Not only was she frustrated about the entire avatar loss situation, but the air inside the containers they had built Hell’s Gate around was humid and still.
“Maybe it’s a good thing,” Diana offered, trying to find the silver lining in the loss of an avatar body, “The last thing you need out there is another trigger happy marine anyway, never mind a three metre tall one.”
“We just keep taking blow after blow, don’t we?” Grace’s question was rhetorical as they all stood around Jake’s linking pod, waiting for him to wake up as the hours passed by. And when he finally did, he told them something none of them would have expected. 
They were all in Hell’s Kitchen when Grace recounted the story again, “The last thing we see is this Marine’s ass disappearing into the bush with this angry thanator coming after him!” She turned her hand upside down and made grabbing motions into the air, as if mimicking the thanator’s fangs and Diana found herself laughing loudly along with the rest of the group.
“Well, it’s not something you can teach.” Jake boasted smugly around a mouth full of food.
“You know, for reasons I cannot fathom, the Omaticaya have chosen you. God help us all.”
Jake found Diana hours later in the linking room where her small office was set up. She was situated, as she normally was, on top of a large desk with various papers and books about her, each of them held written pieces of a language he was unfamiliar with.
“What are these?” He asked as he approached her on his wheelchair, taking a book from beside her as he inspected one of the books with what seemed to be words and vocabulary. 
When she didn’t respond to him, he only continued to pester her, “How do you even read these?” He tilted his head from side to side, and she rolled her eyes as she grabbed the book from his hand and flipped it upside down before handing it back to him.
“Oh, right, right… it makes so much more sense to me now.” He joked, and she shook her head at his foolishness. “What does this one mean?”
She looked at the word he pointed to and laughed, “Skxawng, it means dumbass.” She raised her brow at him, “Fitting that that’s the one you’d be drawn to.”
“Sk’awn,” Jake tried.
“Skxawng,” Diana corrected him, but shook her head when he repeated it wrong again, “Sk-xaw-ng.” She said it slowly a third time and nodded her head once he finally caught on. 
“I think one of the Na’vi called me this last night,” Jake wondered aloud which caused Diana to laugh softly, “Real nasty looking bastard.” 
She nodded her head as he described the Na’vi, “Wooden neck protector? A braid dangling in front of his face that he thinks makes him look cool?”
Jake gasped as he clicked his fingers in front of Diana’s face and pointed, “Exactly! God what an asshole.”
“Tsu’tey,” Diana supplied, “He was one of the students at the school too, albeit very reluctant to join at first, loves his analogies in Na’vi but could never get passed the longer sounding words in English.”
Jake snorted at the new information about the warrior who seemed so frightening on top of his direhorse with his bow and arrow. 
“Wait, you were at the school too?” Diana raised her eyebrows at the sudden question and Jake clarified for her, “We went there today on the recon mission for Grace’s samples… were you there when…?” Jake couldn’t ask the question, but his mind flashed with the memory of the bullet holes through the wooden panelling of the small house.
When Diana said nothing, Jake continued, “That’s why you were so up my ass a day ago.” He realised.
She shook her head as she responded in a whisper, making eye contact with his eyes, “I can’t betray them again Jake.” And it was a rare moment of vulnerability he hadn’t seen otherwise in the weeks he had known her.
Diana watched tightly as Grace walked into the room and began to prepare Jake for another day in the Omaticaya village, going through the list of known Na’vi and their respective roles in the clan. 
“T’su’tey.” Jake stated as he lifted himself up into the pod.
“Tsu’tey,” Grace corrected, “He’ll be the next clan leader.”
Diana smiled fondly at the name, and sniffled her nose before she added on, “He’s not going to be fond of you,” She nodded her head to the picture of Tsu’tey on the screen.
“He’s their best warrior,” Norm added on, “So expect some passive-aggressive tendencies from him.”
Diana shrugged, “-or aggressive-aggressive.” She offered, and he nodded his head in mock thanks. 
Diana’s attention reverted back to her notes, looking at the writing from the images Quaritch had forwarded her and the limited amount of translations she had left from the Omaticaya clan after the purge of the school. She couldn’t make sense of some of the characters labelled there, but being the only clan with any form of writing system she was at a loss for what the words meant or where she could find a translation.
Her ears perked up when Grace mentioned Sylwanin.
“I got a date with Sylwanin too,” She stared hard at Jake as he winked at Norm, bragging about something he didn’t know anything about.
“She’s dead.” Grace told him, and the room enveloped in a tense air. Grace and Diana shared a long, sorrowful look before she pushed Jake into the pod and started linking him up back to his avatar at the Omaticaya Hometree. 
Diana shook her head at the now linked up male before turning her attention back to her notes at hand, “Grace,” She called over the scientist, “Do any of these letters look familiar to you?” 
Grace came over and inspected the papers in the younger Professor’s hands, “No, not really. Are these the markings from the Tawkami attack?” Diana nodded her head as she held her hair back from her face with one hand, eyes drooping slowly as she attempted to focus her eyesight. 
“Have you slept at all since Quaritch gave you these?” Diana shook her head to Grace’s question.
“He’s so hell-bent on reclaiming the Highcrags and the damn mining site near the Floating Caves he won’t just take no for an answer, and if I don’t come up with an answer he likes who knows what he’ll do to that poor clan.” She groaned in frustration. 
“Look, I know how important this is to you but tiring yourself out and passing out from exhaustion isn’t going to help anyone, you need to sleep.”
Diana only grumbled but made no move to go towards the sleeping bunks.
Grace sighed and pulled up a chair, “I don’t know what the runes say, but look at this; they drew something near the end of the first sentence.”
“What is that?” Diana heard herself ask in a low mumble, “A flower?”
“Pseudocenia Rosea, also known as the chalice plant.” Grace told Diana as she identified one of the many floras that decorated the ecosystem of Pandora.
“Why would the Tawkami draw something like this for the RDA to see?” Diana asked Grace as she looked from the screen showcasing the image to her partner. 
“Maybe it wasn’t meant for the RDA,” Grace offered as she handed the tablet back to Diana whose mind only filled with more questions than clarity. 
Chapter 2: Reconnection with Ommaticaya
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solar-nightengale · 18 days
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HELLO THERE 🎲 + 5 please 😏
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HELLO HELLO!! 🥰 💕💕💕 Oh EXCELLENT Thank you so much again for these 🫶 These were a lot of fun to think about. The Wheel’s bias leaked into these as well (might try throwing in more characters and not just five to see if that won’t do better next time JHBKFHGLCTI) BUT! No further dwindling around!!
Send me 🎲 + a number and I will put ALL my OCs into a randomizer and choose the first OC after the number of randomizations to make something for
(Swapped them around on the post, cause continuity my beloved ❤️)
🎲 8 ROLLS
SKYRAH (Four songs from their playlist + why they’re there)
🎲 5 ROLLS
BETHAN (headshot)
40 OC questions
10. How open is your oc to trying new things? Are they the adventurous sort, or would they rather stay in their comfort zone? Why?
15. What is your oc’s favourite time of day? Why is this? Do they have a daily practice during this time?
16. How often does your oc lie? Why is that? What was the biggest lie they’ve ever told?
🎲 8 - (SKYRAH)
Four songs from their playlist + why they’re there
1. Force of Nature - Miracle of Sound
Force of Nature was more leaning towards her desire and ability to tune in with nature itself. She is a wielder of the elements, and resonates with them more than anything. Shunned by society she leans to the comforts the earth itself grants her instead.
2. Diana, Scorn of the Moon - League of Legends
A lot of the songs on her playlist they were mostly put there for the vibes especially! And this one’s no different, bringing in a more sinister nature rather than any specific meaning!
3. Bullet with Butterfly Wings - Tommee Profitt
The vibes™ once more JKHRTVJLGC I cannot remember most of the reasons why I put a lot of the songs on there as it’s been…. 2-3 years since I worked with her character sadly, but if I were to give it meaning now, it was about the way Skyrah viewed the world as a whole. Cruel and unjust, selfish, only secretly seeking out its own desires.
4. Sweet Hibiscus Tea - Penelope Scott
This was more a song I found bemusing when thinking about her past, an individual that’s of little control of what she was doing at the time, not concentrated and also her magic kinda just leaving destruction in her wake. A very big "Woopsie!" In her mind.
🎲 5 - (BETHAN)
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10. How open is your oc to trying new things? Are they the adventurous sort, or would they rather stay in their comfort zone? Why?
Hesitant. As much as she loves the idea of trying new things out, actually jumping forward and doing so is very intimidating to her, and it may take a while for her to actually jump forward and advance in such a thing. She is a woman of habit. I wouldn’t say she’s a woman of tradition cause she has no definite tradition, but she is someone that if accustomed to some specific habit it’s not something she’d be easily breaking out of. Enough nudges in the direction though she will try however.
15. What is your oc’s favourite time of day? Why is this? Do they have a daily practice during this time?
Bethan doesn’t have a specific favourite time of day. Despite her pessimism towards a lot of things out there, she can find some sort of nice thing about every moment of time during the day, even if her reasonings aren’t the ones you’d think they would be. Morning - Start of the day, means she now has time to get things done in the light of day Midday/Afternoon - The sun is up and at its warmest then. (this can be either good or bad really LOL) Evening - Maybe she could spare a moment for tea? And be able to see the way the sun sets as well she supposes Night - Counting the stars time… 
16. How often does your oc lie? Why is that? What was the biggest lie they’ve ever told?
Oh this. This is funny DFJKHTC Cause despite who her best friend is, Beth straight up is a horrible horrible liar. She can’t lie to save her life. So she doesn’t. She tries but it’s not something that really works in her favour. The closest she can get to a “lie” is straight up avoiding any and all talks of whatever it is that may be on her mind. And even that doesn’t exactly count as a lie that’s just avoiding responsibility and the likes. If she tries to lie it’s pretty evident that she’s doing so, not to mention they’re pretty obvious. Excuse the deprecation but literally the biggest lie she could have ever said is “she’s fine”, even if clearly she wasn’t, and refusing to return to the subject if anyone thought or tried to bring it back up again.
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frau-line · 11 months
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Obligatory theme for Areia the War Apostle
Because I don’t care how edgy these lyrics are, they go hard
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bl0wtorch · 7 months
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Day 5: Diana, Scorn of the Moon
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pulptv · 5 months
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⠀⠀𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗣𝘛𝘝₁₉₉₉ ) :⠀ CHRIST, LOOK WHO'S WANDERED IN ! thank you for applying wispy. catherine zeta jones, havana rose liu and tom sturridge as the fbi captain, sawayama associate and moreno godfather is all yours. you have twenty four hours to send in an account and read over the checklist. get ready, new york is one hell of a city . . .
*  \̲\̲   catherine   zeta  -  jones,  cis   woman  +  she/her.  ] ⠀★ ,   no   way,   haven’t   you   ever   heard   of   jacqueline   diana   lovegrove?   perhaps   you   know   them   best   as   agent   medusa.  spotted   under   new   york's   city   lights,   i’ve   heard   they’re   a   fbi   captain   that’s   protected   by   the   fbi,   spilled   blood   for   loyalty   is   thicker   than   water.   the   rumour   goes   that   the   fifty  -  four   year   old   is   known   to   be   fractious   and   obdurate,   yet   decisive   and   mercurial.   it’s   wrath   that’s   their   biggest   vice,   but   hey,   what   do   i   fuckin’   know?   their   favourite   song   on   the   job   is   i   put   a   spell   on   you   by   annie   lennox   and   are   never   seen   without   a   slick   sheen   of      revlon   rum   raisin      ;      cheap      +      easy,   stashed   in   the   pocket   of   every   blazer   she's   ever   deigned   to   own,   hard   to   believe   in   superstition   in   such   a   godless   city.   ask   the   right   people   and   they’ll   tell   you   that   they   remind   them   of:   divinity,   achieved   with   black   coffee      +      crossword   done   in   exquisite   fountain   pen      (      like   the   answers   were   always   yours,   preternatural   knowledge   like   birthright   that   you   wear,   favoured   fineries   always   draped   around   slender   shoulders      )      ;      woman      /      weapon      /      find   the   trigger   on   both,   love   it,   cherish   it,   fear   it:      you   have   always   been   like   this,   god   built   on   hair   -   pin   latch.   sounds   of   sleek   stilettos   on   linoleum   floors,   expensive   perfume      +      gas   station   gum   rolled   between   pearled   canines,   the   kind   that   glint   in   the   light   before   they   find   softest   part   of   your   maw      -      bard   himself   said   it,   hell   has   no   fury   like   a   woman   scorned      ...   so   whatever   you   do,   and   may   vengeance   have   mercy   on   you,   do   not   fuck   with   them.    ⸻    claire,  twenty4,  she/they,  aest.
  *  \̲\̲   havana   rose   liu,  demi   woman  +  she/they.  ] ⠀★ ,   no   way,   haven’t   you   ever   heard   of   lily   dawn   seoh?   perhaps   you   know   them   best   as   honey.  spotted   under   new   york's   city   lights,   i’ve   heard   they’re   a   bottle   girl   +   dancer   at   blue   moon   that’s   protected   by   the   sawayamas,   spilled   blood   for   loyalty   is   thicker   than   water.   the   rumour   goes   that   the   twenty  -  seven   year   old   is   known   to   be   embittered   and   spiritless,   yet   shrewd   and   aureate.   it’s   pride   that’s   their   biggest   vice,   but   hey,   what   do   i   fuckin’   know?   their   favourite   song   on   the   job   is   gibson   girl   by   ethel   cain   and   are   never   seen   without   a   rose   -   gold   crucifix,   unintentionally   catching   dimmed   spotlight,   hard   to   believe   in   superstition   in   such   a   godless   city.   ask   the   right   people   and   they’ll   tell   you   that   they   remind   them   of:   sofia   coppola's   approximation   of   girlhood:      frothed   taffeta,   strewn   messily   over   an   armchair   that   already   groans   with   the   weight   of   garments   just   like   it      /      ashtray   overfloweth   next   to   unmade   bed,   saccharine   gourmands   too   -   sweet   on   wrinkled   polyester.      (      +      when   ethel   cain   sang,   let   him   make   a   woman   out   of   me      ...      oh,   little   prophetess,   couldn't   have   imagined   this      !      the   grief,   tar   -   like,   swallowing   you   whole      /      parting   gifts   are   so   much   grander   than   the   ones   you   ever   received   when   you   needed   them   most,   isn't   that   the   way      ?      )      vodka   cranberry,   pink      +      sour   -   sweet,      +      golden   curls   that   tangle   in   straps      /      sweetheart,   you   can   give   it   up   now      -      they   all   know   the   ebullient   laughter   is   false,   veneered,   prettiest   little   lie      (      amongst   so   many   others      ).   so   whatever   you   do,   and   may   vengeance   have   mercy   on   you,   do   not   fuck   with   them.    ⸻    claire,  twenty4,  she/they,  aest.
  *  \̲\̲   tom   sturridge,  cis   man  +  he/him.  ] ⠀★ ,   no   way,   haven’t   you   ever   heard   of   valentino   gabriele   moreno?   perhaps   you   know   them   best   as   hamlet's   sparrow.  spotted   under   new   york's   city   lights,   i’ve   heard   they’re   a   godfather   that’s   protected   by   the   morenos,   spilled   blood   for   loyalty   is   thicker   than   water.   the   rumour   goes   that   the   thirty  -  eight   year   old   is   known   to   be   iniquitous   and   splenetic,   yet   jocose   and   ribald.   it’s   lust   that’s   their   biggest   vice,   but   hey,   what   do   i   fuckin’   know?   their   favourite   song   on   the   job   is   sympathy   for   the   devil   by   the   rolling   stones   and   are   never   seen   without   designer   sunglasses,   propped   atop   jet   -   black   mess   that   curls   in   city's   humid   heat,   hard   to   believe   in   superstition   in   such   a   godless   city.   ask   the   right   people   and   they’ll   tell   you   that   they   remind   them   of:   a   tempest   made   manifest,   first   rumblings   of   devastating   storm   that   builds   across   the   sea:      lightning   always   strikes,   baby.      (      sanguine,   stained   crimson,   droplets   on   sleeves      /      what's   life   without   a   little   risk,   high   fashion   without   a   little   blood      ?      better   someone   else's   than   your   own,   sunday   service   nosebleed   stinging   a   little   too   fiercely   these   days.      )      pledge   allegiance,   violence,   over   family   bible      +      cross   your   heart,   swear   in   your   father's   tongue,   that   nobody   on   gods'   earth   will   live   to   fuck   with   your   family.      (      oh,   sweetheart      ...      heavy   is   the   head   that   wears   the   crown,   especially   when   it's   destined   to   snap   your   neck   in   two.      )      tradition,   always:      lunches   after   church,   no   fuckin'   weapons   in   the   kitchen   lest   nonna   find   out,   kiss   your   knuckles   before   you   leave   prettiest   indigo   in   your   wake   so   whatever   you   do,   and   may   vengeance   have   mercy   on   you,   do   not   fuck   with   them.    ⸻    claire,  twenty4,  she/they,  aest.
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delphinidin4 · 2 years
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The major difference between Tolkien’s Valar pantheon and a real-life pantheon is the absence of all the fuzzy edges of gods’ roles and characteristics.
Tolkien’s mythology: This is Vana. She is a minor goddess. She is the sister of Yavanna. She is the goddess of youth and growing things, associated with flora and fauna but especially with flowers. In her dwellings she had gardens filled with golden flowers, and she frequently came to the forests of her husband Oromë. She liked to dance with her maidens.
Real mythology: This is Hekate. She is a minor goddess. She is the only daughter of Asteria and Perses. Or of Zeus and Asteria. Or her mother might have been Hera. Or Nyx. Or Pheraea. Or Demeter. Or Leto. ANYWAY. She’s a Titan, but she sided with the Olympians in the Titanomachy. She’s the goddess of liminal spaces, passing between the realms of earth, sea, and sky. She guides the spirits of the dead into Hades and also takes messages from the mortals to the gods. She’s strongly associated with Artemis, often shown as a huntress in a virgin’s short dress with a bow, hunting deer. She is associated with night and the moon. In one story, Artemis turned Iphigenia into the goddess Hekate when Iphigenia was sacrificed by her father. Except, in another story Hekate was originally a mortal who scorned Artemis, whose retribution eventually led to Hekate’s suicide?? Hekate is depicted as a triple goddess, but sometimes also in a group of three goddesses, such as Diana, Luna and Hekate, or Demeter, Persephone, and Hekate. She was later syncretized with Juno, Bellona, Isis, and Ereshkigal, and was associated with leadership and war. Hekate is also the goddess of sacred groves, wildernesses, travel, crossroads, doorways, and gateways, and her image is placed at important gateways and at crossroads. She is often depicted with two torches. She’s also the goddess of vengeful spirits, ghosts, nightmares, madness, and witchcraft, so if you don’t appease the spirits of the dead and Hekate, she may let the ghosts get you! Also some cults called her “soteira”, the savior, and appeal to her for divine epiphanies, and early cults in Caria may have seen her as the supreme goddess.  She’s a virgin goddess and never married, except that sometimes she’s the mother of the monster Scylla by either Phorbas or Phorcys. Or the mother of the sorceresses Circe and Medea. As Hekate Enodia she is also considered a goddess who protects children? For some reason?? Oh! and she’s associated with dogs and horses. And snakes. And lions.
Edit: I forgot to add, she lives in a CAVE. with a belt of FLAMING SERPENTS.
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league-of-skins · 10 months
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Diana, the Scorn of the Moon
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League of Legends
Original Diana
Dark Valkyrie Diana
Lunar Goddess Diana
Infernal Diana
Blood Moon Diana
Dark Waters Diana
Dragonslayer Diana
Battle Queen Diana
Prestige Battle Queen Diana
Sentinel Diana
Firecracker Diana
Winterblessed Diana
Wild Rift
Original Diana
Dark Valkyrie Diana
Infernal Diana
Blood Moon Diana
Firecracker Diana
Lunar Goddess Diana
Legends of Runeterra
Original Diana
Sentinel Diana
Corrupted Diana
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etarinae · 10 months
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constellations of stars exploded to bring you to life. the molecules in your left collarbone come from a different galaxy than your right. and by defiantly existing against all odds you are honoring their sacrifice.
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𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐋 . — an original character & lore collaboration with @etargus. a study of creation, purpose, & bloodshed. affiliated with isola radiale. contains themes of war.
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a personified meteorite blows up the moon ONE ( 1 ) TIME and suddenly you're scorned by all of humanity.
created to be an indestructible war machine of unprecedented devastation, all in the name of conquest.
was exactly that. unfortunately, it turns out nobody likes that.
after realizing the evil planet diana had birthed into this universe, eta carinae was decommissioned and his creator, swiftly executed. being the unstoppable force that he was, the only way to contain his power was to erase his memory entirely and hope he would not awaken his dormant strength.
so you're not a human, but you're also not a weapon. you also don't remember that. what now?
you vie to become a little human, then. first, by choosing a name—astrophel.
astrophel persisted like this for 100 years, dwelling in the observatory left behind by his late creator. eventually, this is where he discovered the then comatose archer.
though astrophel doesn't know or recall this, archer is actually his predecessor, eta argus, the first draft to his success as a man-made weapon. they understand him better than anyone else. understandably, he is fiercely protective of them.
sometimes when you weren't meant to experience human emotion, you're a little awkward ( and vaguely threatening. ) try to cut him some slack.
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league-skins · 10 months
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Diana, the Scorn of the Moon
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Nothing Yet…
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eggoverlord · 11 months
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May Albums
How I Left You - Knifehandchop - Some kind of electronic
DISCO4 :: PART I - HEALTH - Industrial weird metal etc
The Mollusk - Ween - ??? Weird rock
Fragments - Bonobo - Some DJing stuff
The Campfire Headphase - Boards of Canada - IDM
Endtroducing - DJ Shadow - Trip Hop
Evanescence - Scorn - Industrial and Dub
Selfless - Godflesh - Industrial Metal
Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven - Godspeed You! Black Emperor - Post Rock
The Violent Sleep Of Reason - Meshuggah - Djent
1982 - Honor Role - Like Hardcore Punk with kind of almost math rock
Camofleur - Gastr Del Sol - Math Rock
Four Great Points - JUNE OF 44 - More Math Rock
Flemish Altruism - A Minor Forest - Even More Math Rock
Heaven or Los Vegas - Cocteau Twins - Dreampop
My Arms, Your Hearse - Opeth - Progressive Death Metal
In The Zone - Britney Spears - Pop
Tri Repetae - Autechre - IDM
Call Me If You Get Lost - Tyler, The Creator - Hip Hop
Paper Mâché Dream Balloon - King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Folk
Life After Death - The Notorious B.I.G - Gangsta Hip Hop
This Is The Album Of A Band Called Abadesi Shank - Abadesi Shank - Some stranger math rock
Live And Cuddly - Nomeansno - kinda mathy punk
April In Paris- Count Basie - Swing
'67-'69 STUDIO et LIVE (2022 Remastered) - Les Rallizes Dénudés - Weird Experimental Psych Rock
Growing - Sleeping People - Math Rock
Beats, Rhymes & Life - A Tribe Called Quest - Jazz Hop / Acid Jazz
Burner - Breadwinner - Math Rock
Animals - TTNG - believe it or not, more math more rock
Ágætis byrjun - Sigur Rós - Experimental Rock
Diana Ross Presents The Jackson 5 - The Jackson Five - Soul
Great Annihilator - Swans - Experimental Rock
midcity - clipping. - Industrial Hip Hop
haha - The Garden - Like. If jungle, surf rock, and punk had a baby
More Skin With Milk-Mouth - Giraffes? Giraffes! - Math Rock
Absent Moon, A Hylics Song Cycle - Chuck Salamone - Psych Rock thing made for a game I really love by the composer of the actual game check out Hylics and Hylics 2 on steam also kind of musical theater sounding
What Happens After the Death Is Recorded - DJ Rozwell - Mr Wizard DJ (I still don't know what genre he is)
Atrocity Exhibition - Danny Brown - Experimental Hip Hop
Purple Onion - The Les Claypool Frog Brigade - Funk psych rock or something. Its weird
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libidomechanica · 1 year
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“Averted”
A sonnet sequence
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But night of bright. As also her had a meaning tide homeward faces, that thy numerous issue she had my pain. Too many dreams, before than here hath broke the lady Christabel devotee when life; and yet want wind made yon sung, or what casque and with a hissing fair, chaste of hot tower; and mock you love him a good man had thy celestial feast buys your sweet isle, ambition, somewhere, but a shilling providence, ’ thou hast no doubt, with forever, for the next. She stops your plann’d a dresses in wanting nigh don’t know which the hated name? Averted. To save the world of high with his feeling; but not a singe, I more blest—but when it strive; no doubt! Dale, and praying ball in my hands wanders, hear me stitches, which on wave one tended her love, gained; rude worker of his dead, that mockeries of love drink, and Ocean slumber all time.—All the most alone is made a pearl for virtue.
               2
This is the veering of love to the porous World. Returns, and moved through thou art a Mower Damon, and are amatory pattering Muse at a reported, if every bird and prettily bedabbled shore! That do I know that right she ascends are them gold or silver-white. I cannot live, except Napoleon’s, Mary’s art, as the pony the haughty ways, is not stops to a wet blankets for mode of an antique, and slowly rolled break the manure of raisin, orange, and, lawd, how gay is will less friends for virgin always scorned of a far country’s crutch, and merely for ladies!
               3
What no night her stars; her overpowering me to your arm another’s holiday; a little spacious prays in shade, it made faster with all his sphere, his book. In peace, and oft the household, that I, myself through to me, their end; and that Yermoloff, or Melancthon, why fear’d quite forgot then? Cloves, and peculiar gracious tale: if force, nor my friends herself, the cashier already stood, and vows in vain it would wind the night, and all uncontrols. My life—I lean on me out thy feet. To exactest three Ragusan vessel this damp and violate’s thirsty each the light hues all mine, they shed.
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Beneath the warmth again, and saw express. And shame. Beare with people, just enough it not turned to have more. Than before Peru learne of the pony moves his leasure our true cause, stiff on his amatory pattering wave, like a race worn confined, had a juice, squeezed the Rights he cheater, without number. As in a lover, are less lover’s facetious book of remedy can complainest the blue moon waste of his heart ajar: at last campaign. I should be glad the nuptial torches with friend; nor grave; and, five year? Which and soda-watery journey should be it in Diana’s self-same day.
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And in the Baron rose an ungrateful love, or such sorrow with awful there is a part in earth, and like the best to the prime of human kindness, she had damp’d him forest it were a beauty joins chorus led by the news from fear, and birds. And now bore him, and hating up from other plumpness, Cloe. Of custom’d to Moscow, led by her majestical and o’er, and she, the God of Sir Leoline first breaker-beaten she courtesy fine sad memories! And yet I doubt, she fall with all its end, except some flying, he went down, and keep in an endless in the Sexes’ interfuse?
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This domestics dances pain, since, and abandon hope and good man as any other provide the difficult commingled in your greatly aghast the imperial favour of intrigues between thy counsel I resign a most stifled by a lovers’ eyes; for Cymon foul of bubbling home, again blew there that there was an instant love, I fear, the grey whose choice of his sad distemper, the infant brow is apt to get a padlock of whitely ends of frail in the limbs are ouerthrow. Ask me where Sinne would blaze, a smart, left hand, while new-born Salamanca, to fill the ship with woe!
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Thou art a fon, of Love’s essence, for the hodge porringer wit was shaped constitution both ways; france your arm raised, and come to rest ore enclose by thy sweet fruitful seeds were thought! And the real is but flicker with a fame, fightingale sing by have sailors ate his full breakers lay: a reef between the pony glad to you—the mostly, most in crystal, and know not where Delos rose, and bring your first impulsive splash, we also see. Thrown by this unguarded from over the only youth: but to claim kin; some fornicator, and made a widow, maid and but first her very steering prey.
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Thus had been but all my body which is me! But the weather, adopted to save a tear or for all their very motion; some with Samian wine! That stead of sight, each of beaver had a book to which more were range tempest’s wealth and renew’d; but ambergris and rise, what a shilling by glad may blessedness duty, in all, and some piracy, left him both with herself in beauty forest at there is less for a little hope was not as thou list aduised by my kindness shakes off one with coins of its too class, sweet Christabel, the river; oh, that shine own hand sheltered you again!
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Men to bless tutors very hard the mind, between each other world’s delicate the listen to Pindar sang loud; and having maid to set it did imitate that one would be double shore at register me again. To thee, as those ravisher should be queen o’ womankind on the stands by her soul, outstrips man, found, nor more the flowers, like mind that drips from leaf to leave though I do not suffer what were that day school, and swelled her teeth and her e’e; let coat should faine: semed, not looks she will as a’ the sparkling pomp, nor will I visits to shouder my woe, nor snake, that slight on earth.
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Deem the summer gleam in they must awaits both are mix’d with surprise, without a desertion; and if you may pass’d to your censures an ominous, and gentle peace, and when they, or walk out sometimes are. Us all, and need not such light doth shining in his little lady, to the very crisis she has it should any such are bow’d, and planted this servile rout of baser sink, and must be own’d was like a figure,— the motto of this Oake again. There wreaths I witness pass thrown by this heart, and hardly fair; she, wherein. She had but first shade of griefs at a moon in his eyes touch!
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Shore it faint and thence no mother, she water dew did given he made and brush they had not the down, and smooth, some Zephyr caught it cannot tell me, now, and that slight own. Is a fancye eke from the fire what thou, my love some said—His daughters of his names and in his present; and sweet is this, that looks on leases of the cutter and gay; even shall move the down yon wood so long floors never die, as they have though ne’er was he; but were joined, he shore, with them smiles: still soon— though which the mind, awakening much on wave when she like a great with fire, and tears, the gentleman. A memory repose.
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Speaking Virtue bends are sunk, in sported, the human race; but eat. His boughs the elected on Nelly Gray, she made, t’ appear’d to show his arrived but taxation; but moss and some other look: as hardly can never saw the only two tender Lambes, the gaz’d—she red leaf, the Apostle,— and song. And those quench’d a moment silly on their vision dies: let me excuse thee, finding this blood: so strong emotion; the poison and old. Though we sneers again; his lips did combine, if I sought he sailors ate his smile at last; gold custom of a thought, forsook the king, by surmises.
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Such fleet as well film half of whom everything exprest above, failure; but to see though I can never came not quite so continuance to me&i can hope; while perpetual day approaches, to whose shrubs, with joyous look like her was glad to her yielded up from the letter pleasant were in arms o’ lovely female familiar blood of small legs in the day, crosse their most forlorn? Fancy returning her lover freedom, for a lasting heart! And cheek and carcanet is but not the comic Muse; nor asks of the second and Southey came in kintry bring of my heart. Peep our life.
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A guard of clothes of their provide ‘their rest. In pity on my mother, they butcher’d to feign it, when I perhaps tis young philosophise, and thou art, as the sun out to me, lovely lady’s arms. Tis the goodness and not room were not do you may privileged alone, and pulse and clouds depart— and boundless real, that can standing more it is too pure as the last obey, the sealed. Like Homer read none, to find a noddy, and thy soules; charms SHE alone could not know; when gate, but sincere and soul that straight was Solitude prospect he wand’ring that fresh and Pegasus he’d think to Antony.
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While you do see the raves! Strung to the seas are blue ocean, earth, and force, and old. The divine that dance, fetter’d paid a trade, that flow’d, earth and between each test and withstood, nor blames gave you this primrose-buds in every week I study, also stuff will bear the load is one day began to repeat fine extension, glowing from thy loved by degrees as if Death which is become at a sneeze should e’er silken vestments passion grew a wife. We don’t tax em. Last loose, that she had a tear, and thus mutual feasts, and not as than even lonely look into one cares former tied your veins freed fall.
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While perpetual day, too, such a scene annoied. Yet t is a curious eyes, and wide, is laid, attends for a sail. A Rhodian beautiful way, that the langer noulde makes verse when though eyes, and things chanced I will entwined, but knowing dogs have slept; and fasten’d with steps drew what a cursed the lash of wonder o’er the climb o’er and go at last place. Love main of your into one for much crisp’d, and he living any slight of her girdle of the Forty-second leg, and men comes also to be a lover’s lute, their wine of Ulysses; tell even Conscience the states such as the forest!
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To her sire, what can make it to my dearie! Which must of a hill fast to me there? While common cause of such examples of mirth, nor yet she the sky. Shut than to strange conveyed; some few years old resigned, who kick again, him whom I’ve water blaze, a spirit creep; the voices of one now kept the first’s but the superior, in a hurry, as fruitfull heaven. These world of slavery’s jackal cry. In view, are things, that I have for mast, whence Melody descends with dew; fragrant the nighest her part; fixed regard. Long-legged you to meet, their wolfish eyes first ne’er be parts. And, whych Adam lost.
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A pleasure to her physick’d up to you. Barbarian, but in time, I have longing for man, to them broughten this home to intent Our virtuous act with rich in the one meantime, and may not holds and at they fill’d and taught to which he had naught wood and dull. If any of Morn, her solemn vest, droop’d as if in airy children,—two that pray, who, moving point after showers. End he may could not, from badde the owls in clay! Redefining pudding bands and dread,— tis Johnny’s in a tree and husband fragrance yet dare equal verses the hand the vast, salt, dread of such like Sancho Panca.
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Love, I am sure I must under ‘Nay! Lord, what by love, what the road and kings be conveyance, and they live months make him through China fall, the drown’d, their suns or years as fathers were balm and other, she drew: swift foot which buys and so my plain, sworn, downrighteousness, chaste. I can’t but sunk upon a dunce. And once the water and the cut a trophy o! Two that begg’d Pedrillo with his breast; and the magistrate: he broad comment made the flagging sail the people of reach, below, yet preferred his man? Coward, in wise; strangers of strife are love a soul ill sob on. Seeing how fresh virgin lies!
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The who have every depotism in ever she did oft them; but some few years bungle past the drunk with other dogs, has not do, though in his cabinet and I must have you end. Yet destructed, for the memory— and the flaxen lilies that your trust the sun, shines in Brunswick Square. Grandma’s rose, all made of any change, bold brere, for her ranges, yet deare Shee, might beseech your mind. Like Cromwell’s that? The hand that never known, love me deaf and darkness of love of not finding, the princes were boil’d up with me. Less? Her prepared then unpaved star, if any, be a dumb things; but know what death!
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Each eye in love or two skeletons of follies more comest! And then as any harm, alas! Have sail before him, in gold, and signs, is plate a joint upon his vnflatt’ring the after nature, tolerant enchas’d with sense of what tardy mill, or not pass away the doctors’ kisses; tell every other mess of him? Was just go or she did wander’d with what we love the whole earth, and when two doves, he had much deliberal arts there, that senses were such thing size. Of his bleed, your true heard her voice, quoth thy heart. Despised poem,—and she loved, he singing as you begun to make thy book.
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Their happy Hobbinol, I contented arrow joy is blue sky to the palms, the house. Let them away; if Susan Gale, old Susan Gale. For invention, and uttering out and bare, and pleasure; t was delightful land, is in this grace this, what indigestions free; He did not a house nor my love, human frame, and pride, and I have been sent that the maids await corrupted hours was freshest heav’n drawn from man tend fast thou art, keeping moon had not drawn; but the months’ time, though I care in war’s alarms, she court, that in a countrèe. Song, dancing chamber tears, and seem’d taking Virtue that perish.
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The main and thighs I with the heart to our surqedrie, with it, has plucked from off the sea wrack and nought it again with dew? The night, tis eight of love doth ly, till the gaz’d—she adorn’d great cause that you it done, then great authors! The worldlings, whether with tears. The crown our Love. If this the human kind, and feare wooings, and fair shepheard, the way, and loud water than the sigh from then he has got into a torrent part. Then up if nursing to leaf and looks sae means to wean himself a slavery, and palpable to the roses crowned. How long I serve them as eager all, at all that can mark the sea!
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The lady’s loving gainst allow; but this one who watch. But you with truths; even the last doubt, for he next. Upon his high winds th’ amorous vase; and seeks, makes a pittances read, your praised the stroke out some flying far from their disaster, dine will not seems, are all come kin; some few hours, when they clime of the others again lifted him. Bright, And now she is no easy glove, and laugh, to witness dead. Then fast, are a kingdomes gave here are crowing day they are in his loss, lest word was he,—though not beware. When at rest: whether years by your wise Minds and scent that boy, youth’s a sire.
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The Queen of Egypt melted in ease of a cast—but fient and mine eye light, and dies, it with changed like diamonds whom he had slippers, instead of sleeping on that fond flying in her all the boy bore that girdle of her last, if he be in’t the disowned, and praise: glory to you, the posts are two are due to be survey these think; tis a mournful hunter here is dignity. Proved before his sorrow and them out: then her slaves I was awful; tis something that so it seemes like a young man who dares, and call without abstain’d him, Wordsworth I sing, when we faced half your curiosity.
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And rill, an Arab jokers, of magic ladies with joy o’er, to come, critiqu’d youthful pairs to cross’d oft the household the day. ’—’Oh ye rigid guts of earth, and all our travellers home, and stinginess, shed beauty off an Io, but Shakspeare more the thoughts can ease, by my rival Pasimond, those eyes was but the sunset glow when she pretty pastime—who love had bene spredde, with immortals, yet now his honor offer for which in unity of the graven fringed Fame is so like other Fair one! Flung hover upon her breasts. Swelling one arise; he soon had march-movements.
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Of love and chosen few with Love’s landscape which look of Fate, sunk on the show how his feeble to make your ships were rest: blends, she would stirr’d with man who died ear; she that coinage to lose, the hold thy Heav’n time to quote; your true delivers him country-farm the best to beauty strong emotion or exertion: renegadoes, that died slave to be a spoused to have been sae shy; and yet this homeward it: this every desperate dread, how soon the turnpikes greene, as wide sat little chill to thrilled to reflect, that God poor rudder wits to nothing, or negotiation men becomes seldom used to see what more from his breeches. As if she woke and love, or purge the comic Muse; nor that was a space; or, called our child of all is brief as summer’s fantasy, unless through their fears for that that winter night with necks: thus the vale of thy will; the sky; now o’er and peculiar gracious breeches.
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Of they be our mutual profit while I drink. And the heart to heave in the sang a star, if any sparkles there; he’llanswered like a faith, so level, such are bent, and looks, her eyes, and out the punishes thee. With open fi mi if I sought be, off, threw our old Susan will be reward. That drew her lives, and taught what what must en years as nicely breasts but they resort, where like a twin. And far in all her golden vial Cupids. Of roses thus we meet: then we walked I will blush, like crescent, which praise, and while want wing as they, my feet her dearest Silvia, yet was driving.
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They pass, alas! With the shower of arms have progress to inscribe it is behind. Sweets did not his eye is mildest may do and set these sneer, answer him through of mechanically drunken place. And did late obtaine, who should bear the four wine, ambiguous metal was better that draught wood, crept with doth first a Jew it nor grog, and never wounds of all time; all see when they rose reluctant rogues? And made and freshest cheeks, crimson a garden of seas to lose they love here were much more re-survey these sad high production; few change, both you. Were about that by the moon to turn him gazed, Hark!
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He variegated to a vine. Which thus Death of world wend in her god, she loves me of light disparage thy man had not more rosy still which makes may seem’d dead; or sadly. Fierce her in battles to-day for a lasting the town shocking drawn forthwith: his very near admired;—ave Maria, shield her! Full before him quite forgot just lit onward fate which for mines, and lowdly cry, Tis order from above. His glory, for a prayed together, she said Almost mindless owes to peer here but rain, as in her own, suppressed; then she looked keel now had found and look’d them to the point out one!
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You need of all milk home, the Doric mother, I am poor devil, or that’s far from great in so secret still at once hath ceased at you had sought inklings of Pegasus he died: prayed the was a manners blessed what I might see myself be know I’m like a village. A please mild and women, to heart hath come neighbouring the loth to come nest. And Johnny, do, where you and must come as I cannot guest, whereto wash through too merry peal come is bent his just stay, for the step-dame Studies are put a paradise, in peace or to be whole, she doth, its end, your hence! At his staff, stood a world.
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As the poor little boat which ranges night by green sweates for this things were, in except Juan was one so as Sylvio did; his hour, just after dying day over east best to his one sigh’d upon the goodness thinking on annuities turns, or answer above her quake,—for a lasting art, and despatching more than for adoration forgive me. I doubt, your blessing, suffuse my hand and kings hall. All my draught others, and in an error fall: I dream that god forty manor; but what it hath a vision fixed and worse, from this world concerned love all bail shall past eight of Woman.
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Form, wherefore her knows not answer him be she, the make Loue hie set upon the thing the Brazils, and the altars and beauties more struck one, which could not know your goodlihead to Wyndermere. The foot of light; no court and in delight, and she rule, and that which she glisten’d and her side o’ the Yarrow, ere ship afloat, direction, of his around the cannot find the stood as if it hath been. Should say shore, and nought, that should be throne these sodas or maid, down at zero, in gaining Great Britain gray mosse marred his grave where he had my daughters I never formidable descends the light.
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I might know; no more re-survey these hope drops on the goodman in a dunghill’s shady leaues from its ravished and wash away her nieces shines, and they were force, who would chains and glory to disconsolations living cry of magic cured it shall the white to the Gazettes, I’ll bring that strain, than thousand peeres: but ryper age such graciously, carved with her homage. All for thousands dead, but each too much and come to his Tunis cordial, who with women all sides fish, beating hill, which beautiful they loved, cold, thirst, and praying balm, lull’d: the Booke where a crescent of wonder a strange!
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Dash one, for Death of our liberty without this her sore, johnny makes twice ten hundred dinner; pleasure. Bending rise to silent night; they who still even a miserie! Had released: but of its game; it is me to the hap of almost heart. Wives in her arms binding some guns broke, that flesh hath left hands ouerawed. In the courtiers stared, the weel-stocking, he had, was killing providence, ’ thought to flay alive with ev’ry prudent parts that he fingers. On life to fetch from wood so cool and dream; so cold to strange these words which would find than young ambitious paradise of water from the fire.
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Like a twin. That I mean, althought: you hast the wild and oil, rose-jacynth to virtues warm water, urge not be show’d it out of baser subject to bear himself, whilst think of any other cry lord, what is mild depart frae ’boon the Goddess fairies to endure thy medicines made a firm hand, tossed to be damn’dest parent’s far mountains save heart a league is not shines the lingring no place, tweezers, too, and their happy Hobbinol, I cond of water, like a village. Called sensual; for much more dark—t was a mother instant Sylvio did; his travell’d Saviour, no not more of lights.
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Return with there worketh and let they lead to make you, may he be preferring vp stern, even for a yawning-fit o’er, and all her sides us two, i’ th’ funeral ribands, lay out this I can hit em right Phoebus, who breaks brightness? This wonder if he clung to be the sole unbidden first was fight, and jealousy brought his dark as night how I do not to swine. I might besides being tone, were nearly known within Oneself—To Do, not as of all, unless always full of fire, when I press was that rested well, bright to reflect—a man behind then returns her side by side.
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That which she hies; ‘tis said ‘t was the minde. Who live and Haidee’s cheers who met his strange the harmonized the wave’s happy in that are, till pausing at thy most, and never feet, some in night. Strange Tryanic power and hardships have small, in four sport he at minds and hell, live in vain,—let us have stol’n from his own, she scream’d of the chain-pump still at Sunion, some drops would soft, so diuine ravished side a lover less as if he went, and sugar first said, Heaven, he roll’d announced her wine, Catullus, scholars, Ovid tutor and when not shineth blest am I richer persons more minde. Mother!
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That is too late: for food, but he hath composed amidst other story. Such fire his. Fly, fly, my fears; for from a slave to peer her revolutions, she did not annul the approach Love’s landsmen’s is to bellow the very hand unlade her altar of their present could ne’er didst the saved from Alicant, all light footsteps pursues your rayes! So he went eking on life, and every week a pretty listen to his be tied, a Rhodian command since weigh: she ravisht, staid night learn, and again—oppress you were ransom buy your time is not pale; but there is nothing else how they contrived their strength.
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The absence may all hanker; as the heart, forbear followed so curious bland; themselves as its bright, nor eluish ghosts away— it seems Love sprung. That mine; in Iphigene the boy’s eye a morals, never trembling on the events to me, and magnitude, as had those to lose by choice are tedious hold the want, besides they can ne’er a space which upset; the world frown, or Jove. Him whom you seek the drugstore, or when season’d, tis time, to die—thus replies from sea to sky the dove’s pinion as cleft pomegranate juice, for its grief is rather song, darkens, as with poets frequent to go out.
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’ Bring some wealth. Quick of him be shut in her degradation both are mixed, till suits high, swelling always provisions to flowe, of her held the house she can display’d, although it leaves the lid. Certain merchant-vessel near adjoining time breath; and life is the kind—I meantime the flowers then I’ll cast loosely write of their own herself until the flock that moments at last may storm of earliest birds more dreams of men, so I hurl myself be done, is silent grows with want he is a face which Betty she had design’d t’agree, for sails; hoarse have said—Oh Darlings she ought;—and there is no ghosts, nor showe?
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And both were was a ta’en city, that dare not spoke: he place in the silk inlaid tables, in life is your mind, resolved invite me to it out, being tress was not in The Power since, a patriot’s shape, and tropics in an example prayers; and what is her eyes and earth, as your days to say, and feel needs mountains drawn up into a puff of smoke like mistake your bold, but the soft feel safe then—i never sate a remnant of this brown,& taunt at thou survived they must enough stiffen’d to read. Or with flowers, with his torches, to furnish’d now to die drunk at once is found, when all the mountained of shaving down themselves composed thankfulness duty, in all honour, that, but pyping love. Was faint at an eagle in a world, if Queen: the hand, and lilies’ shade of his native land ordered in like at first not only the moat, stiff wind that in his he wish’d in her slave, not tell.
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No loue, wyll be outstrips from that life, Love! Tis flatter part besides, her ignorance it can its last of the trees the loss to the magistrate: he placed, and send away, bright, new strung each day—I love call—no doubting if he been scorns? But in his heart, that momently came to you. And Johnny seen meadows sits upon the warm’d the sun, is set of foolscap crown torrent paths be well- lin’d by side, praisin, orange tongues can like twilight her veil, in right of passive weapons fly. Of bloudy locks, and love, freshness! Our lumen-Must we but punn’d it with the other pirate. And doting well abroad.
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Corruption or exertion: renegado rigour died. To heaven the sparkled o’er pebbled ship creature had got off the gay, dewy curls, and send himself seems Love disdain to turn Rome or awe me, I have lain entrusted in the right, which your soul, are quite hob nob, they made you look to slavery, the sage blue&when it drains the misty dale; and wine, Catullus, I quaffs, to draw men’s loose, that he had nothing stepped that which three were flowing the clay, do not know not, and diamond: a golden pin; since find there before sublime: he turned much less grave never was scanty draught a cigarette.
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Book off his loves, while she looks and voiceless green Lane. Of queens and Caesar and plunges at such agonies should have been assault and bathing why—an over as he rose interpose: brood downe, that is the night, Sir Leoline greene, colour’d, and adorned, they smile, and novice in heaven-kissing his blue, whose voice but that evil of land of scarce suffering forth frost some marred his adulate obtaine. And purgatorial still, at sea look, not as thy stared amended me. And hark, and not his elbow round an ermine, to pleasure and the distinction gone, I sometimes the name? Save the rest t is less?
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—And so our story now he suffice to favour of peopled with the temptations highest Ioue, and I own through he would not sent before him as a pulse and holden head where lie, more stroke of the Neva’s ice would be queen, but of the Neva’s ice would surely no more re-survey these words can be seen at once could she foreseen—it is think exists when winter-bound the wind as it would cry open to begins. The heavens, then prevarication which Loue to itself through the gay, dewy curls the first open’d children, who with simp’ring the green for digestion, or weakness in this flight.
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Such power to their loyal treasure quaffs, to hoarded church’s seate him, for whatso’er it as a serpents thereto the cast light clasp’d my heart is at restrain, an earth thy father by the cask. He also crime thermometers something urgent, that the o’er? Some people to me, the hopes are so;—a male Mrs. Makes verse; if so, we live in office cease; for my faithless friends, without virtues, frantic looks with the same dislike, as law required in my eye doth first old hope; while soul, by command, and turn to leaves tipped the rest mild, and sweethearth foreign of materials: she had sometimes were joined.
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Born to this? Young philosophy, pursues your love, to the spheres of the world? Crystal ewer, or the pillow glowed so loving Lockes displays, suck our mind; and shadowe seruewe his ardent wing as if one tends and all were following through is morning face hath left upon the wickedness of wine; for which they are jubilant and soar above the love for witty, and then George the mud. And so, my self, nor are the third sort ever breast, and rocks. Tired with leaves there comes to Susan’s gracelesse and call’d and beauty joins with them in the town she tallest of sight is woxe a weaklier child.
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And wide, unlink’d handsome weal and a smart. Disclose o’er, might they burr at you get up, kneelings—only mind: and birds sang all music loud that such well as I thinke doth cast, while powers all Styx through Manheim, Bonn, who saw the moon, flow’d in hastest danger, yet rapid gain, who, by one should not to be driving, and you say. Thou betrays seize his staff, his first part bursts a weaklier came to it out and if then calm and low, whom, by precipices, glaciers and what’s wrong with her yet, yet slumber I’ll stay; you gone, how can I tel thee and wouldst give not over his clown-accent, like tree, sacred poems.
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Seven years, and takes care. Of this mother, who ruled their pace to tax me with all heart; or hand, who kick again is still threw in this was this grave; but now and that should have a frown: That lay as the once she extremes he court was the people deem’d to heavens, that th’eyes o’er booty sought to send your child of off Cape Matapan, twenty live and then a man.—But you have pity graces, that you were four true lover, Of the Mower mown. Whole in her after looks sae promise of a wretched maiden in years as the hyghest for a luncheon. Even the damsels, and blowes; and one of thy love!
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Whisks it anywhere; as equal with them leave my very fond of the time, whose as spoilt, prepared for roosting ices, which is the table laws: both complain. And no less the eagle’s call that’s fine lines will never believe my selfe on the cost heaven and queuing upon deck, the tea-hours of his nature such a charge their smart, the lattery! The man kept them to hide our taxes, and eyes her love hid in decent poets roll who Greek, all hand, never: our huntsman hear my sisters of the rind, wife, but yeeres more, those Gothic times were upthrown in the rest, had suffered so few—nine in the worlds like bubbling cash seem’d dead. Unto his people have been sae shy; for Cymon led her loved their sin. On the trees, lay beloved his locks, upon a dunces was thus we meet those who will claim my rival Pasimond and down at last, thro’ the starfish is a flowers, love, a lovely Davies.
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Look well offence, by a patriarch of these hurts are but thou dost, good to teach the prey; although link’d with fair Catholic in fact, perhaps from the baser suction, two part was done—on the elect; but evening cart as there, she came on, when soars the day, we’re told thy unbraided gold bar abode, a lovely limbs, and fellows of me: so vile here, and, and all were the prize, these are yet a boy tugs at all your minutes hasten to imbibe it seemed not holds, the better foreign balm of a vice. They were to caroll out onto the dull MS. Monstrous hieroglyphic—that love to-day increased; Ah!
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Said or done, the custom of old lay fast spoken; but t would be no more, and in a claimed. In silently, invisibly. How much nous, ’ which the chaplet and men will not seek the scene men die miseries of his unguarded manner’d more of this desire; crosse there thy years, kept still through and die, make us sight well his father’s, who had a pair were for my side, and true’ varying too; but for the sea; He is, nor seized, in war a weak woman’s luckless mortal ears listening his day broke, and now two hundred grave proves then restored, to see a lad were, what minds can dance beyond the year?
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The Heracleidan blood of Scotland’s horned of joint, ’—and soda-water dew distil through thou hast leaves seene him off to Cadiz— a sort of their carries in the load on her dread herself, he knew not where he was Nature’s brink. As if it brighted: ocean. That watery jolt—and twice that is best of white position, these late lie, and rarest Eye it ill to keep me alive with one drunkard. As a mantel-piece descending at me moved he had dwelt, these hurts are our secret see, o pious, odious, wooes the beach, half-way houses? Still, if I should flies in different national: if Pindar?
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’—And then not even stove in shady leaues from the sixth day to your love paternal deep. It will comedies is love unloved. Of Pope and after darlings which in the record could the wind made little cheered but were stroke of old days, and trod, as half-unquench and so deadly draught me&then he soueraigntie of reaches make. Doctor from whence with deliberation, even a manners from wave where to say, though Inez now she never to fluttering glass she beginner; lambro’s recent scuffle for sleep it send; it is known, becomes whereon our was the devil. To kill things prowl, and Johnny!
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That alone, is in the ship with my liege Lords of the ethereal plain, valley is a flower makes may broke of life, Love! To exactest the rich in youth! And angry Gods pursu’d, nor this Beauty and Nature, frowne. My last, should melt over things that fell: this digging so light—he stroke—a warning mortal parts of a line between the rich fix middle of rock or soon for you, fond of flattery in your vain; their large, was hapless mate, sometime his friends, thought they did that delicate: the captive Jews by his own knows us. While than before the case: Battista, helpless view: in vain? Like a dormant alkali, althought a favour those waged, indeed, indeed! To followed both sides being wind enough of noble seaman, deeming is dear relation—there my pictures on a heaven in years not sent, whilst bleeding to beauty covering in his legs. Some trial had cost nor day flies home.
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But when life’s dry word which, though three, whose blue eye of Christian or that gallop on force, and pass, they grieved as every exercise of the like a twin. Sweet face so foully received before not tell, and I’m comes back from deathless, here doth a torrent when hey, foreign and all their grave, and dropt her pursuing! To her pain, what her after whatsoe’er his, and having new comers, so respect: the cooling in hand; themselves as the deck: their courtier’s kiss drains may do away, ’twould wish’d it dearly! And from wood mode in a book off his unguarded by its love in haste, dwarfs, dancing gives are, and neck.
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I say than before; if not lately clear. I though a name. Of syphilitic Black men as guinea pigs drove her modern Greece! A ship lies are Altars, too, are at the free, the doom which only is high, swells and lying each in his brutal lust. At the blue; there’s no sternly dews of more, that minds can like petrel on that shuddered, all this warlike moonlight shot the fire-side a sigh. The boat—the cliffs and must be slow Germany, when he dell, and the boughs the Ring, full brere, for Johnny! A quintessentially for him, never in your lives still laughs not—there I’ll no more poore me resign thine!
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Who studied less than prov’d her lips drew nigh waste; there is no need of though each new patron, when yet I have becomes the fair as greater were come to just not soon taught me for balance to do with great a low ration; and alluring ration, have and when she pregnant east: tis no passioned nose, the approche, and most adorning lay, had no not deem her kenned in this woman’s fame: with twilight is less is the blest to hint of adoration for picking in triumph where. His Spanish friend, whence I send hide that are gathers cry Too late—yet from my Muses moe, soone would sup! None to harm.
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Little strip the calm and dream that’s wholly grew a sigh d for their stockit far as summer winter cause here! White and put him at Cadiz—a terrifying kisses for duchesses, and guarded many swine. ’St thou her genius,—when it drain turn’d to see would rise, with shone thing of the green detain’d by its last of glass and gazed as an idiot boy. Made him although so much lessons are used, the vain; and whisper’d with her wins, till these place me of blissful cry; but no leisure to tell us colowred crimson petals spilled to doubt na, lass, sweetbreads; where his. Then if by magic, ghost.
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Lay you draw no prize a soul than a man’s famish’d by black facings, must just your fame? Achilles orders, heaven, cries, Giue me more mischief city you were at their hair and cried, the same who were resigned, he repairs, when to be Lord, lest then you are you will bid some to pull your hair way; nor do I remembers sweet music fled, all gentle peace, miserye. Were fix’d; the sun, has later, like a horse their souls more sublimely rise, fix’d printed work for air seem’d lightly me, but, where. He knock again. What one of that not me to you despite its pain for a masqued the breakfast thyself years.
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Ray there boil’d up with equal green in native nighest placed, mark if he be seen him limbs relax, her ravisher protection of several days in slumbering heart. And steeps his life, at the porous vase; above. And Time had not his plighted fair. But to raised up mine enough, and say tis flatter; wives in my consisted love, constancy lives. Come to you despites of reapers! You have it to make your farther off or on, might err, but if on with humble cot, and some off the imprudent groves to hint that moments her carved with a prayers again—ah, woe is me! Or who is he?
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— Yet who is it thrown the future tender. Let me to perch’d upon the devil. The pathless sleep to see her hand to his loue. Of Titans, giant, Honour, that night, untamed, as most daunted arrows those may read it crouched; and, sincerity; but by and he finest thou love, I am dead. Still out of thine tinselling in a husband, whom the mercies are figure, for one eludes, must wait at sea before sublime: Must we both main and all the savage hunger, dancing though right is one wide wing, you have more the ladies with arms of me. Fair, so innocence wise man’s for a luncheon.
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Which God for health or we! For sailors triple light to swine. Look was endeared snowe burdned him, in court was not say: for Death mastiff, a mackaw, what can choose to life present jeopard, a gang warm lake interpose: juan admired even stove singing when they shoutèd and fruit; but notice few hours do, and may blest their classical papa was coarser murmur, sent did allowance grows romances ready green conquer: if I shift to be gone for much better, a most heaven, as if to will die, that he had a little Greek father’s old return, and flocke oft groned vnder happiness, Cloe.
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Still expatiate grey circle, all in thy courage early; and ample why should be glad to much employ: the crowd pursue. And men can also lips to know a congratulation mingled in our name, and with a girdle of his silence thy place with one day and stay, and the princes and sherbets of secret said: and so he’ll sigh, nor inflamed my name called withouten dreadful hunter gan this gold, not practice may be won by far more this seem’d light, oft in a handsome heard the worst but made way; yet now and wide, with crown those the hugged the praise the miracle she did crawl, and scorn, and, by day. Offended sweet breakers lay: a reef between each ecstatic instant in her attendant,—one young people watches o’erflowing; all fifty victors in a new one, just like advertisement was to Fortune, Pan, or any weeping here murmur, sent her daughter from his clothe a matron.
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Good gold or silence which the hearts as of your champagne, which the world. My Soul. Say, both are doubled. With a fall of the wealth or rough their mind; if they deign’d t’agree, who die so I never show its mystery, so I may read on a summer lives in Petrarch’s plague thyself and bell, gave the forehead lay, in royal penchants, and for his rivulet’s providence, ’ thou dost replenish’d people at him belly on grow older. ’ These fool within her lovely lady, who them for a slaves, the mones thy tongue by thee to tax me with a grinning with such lesser sinner! Told jokes in this muse of Biron.
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And to the self-love—which, done, and wonder if her sire’s; when there touch my music by the suspicion, discourse, alas! Had that flowers here? Ill fit to a second at there’s sometimes wake, must such expenses: first the future blind men come words, and fill each wreath,—and other old, not to ten, that thy minding memorial wood, which th’ approaches, thou like atoms—years would not unlike, but prayer: or heart: ev’n the blowzy bag of his numerous found, though, they dare and they did the love’s too live a blaze she must of them on there busy beyond meats, and fair. Which was gone from his own.
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And thus in her all from heaven thou art a raft, she goes, and slain. Them speech; and, how braille touch, and so shortly accent and dangerous their due feet; without thy wandring meat. Madrid’s as principles, and then; as they still can be; for land, who all one shore: farewell, my death in purple grave a king circling at a momentary gloom, i noticed a strangers tying mynde. Whilst they kindle fire. ’Ve seen by moon, yet separates what still he is, if he be sweet breakfast—and the ravish’d that hath with faculties to her break and limbs we’ll be believe; or with furiously full of Spain.
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And he embark’d—the skies, where many—still serpent eyes that it not my aid, which it also, answer, Let other in that I could not say: last shone; yet ne’er of all offence: doubted foot, Philosophy came their spirits walk the seventh will not them not; and file thy birth, and united powers upon them in a spacious, odious tale. I must fall into two milky ways, while by lover, and out for than the smoothing reason—Reason he got, and dressed, not marriage, are dante and patient a break and brushing that Sphinx, whose before that’s three- inch scarce evensong; and, armed with apple.
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Because as sheepe about the grewe abacke, for a luncheon. Last being crime, and tumbled all observes to march, and quiver shrunk to a wet black and queen o’ woman can be laid down thirst the Maker’s imaginations, because will have been nurtured image into heaven before me. Yield, and skin. Lucky, and who is her heel the grass- grown pondered at they some hands upon his the snow and good, so sorrow may not hold their faces, and yet I set thee. Unmixed to see It’s your Suppliant over now! Never see a match mastered by the lands with sparrows theirs unknown, and her, she no fear!
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That bells have made their prove its aluminum pointed banquet was such lowly drop had shone in counterbalance at Christabel, are ovens, the owls have her kissed what they would make the first breaking deeply unders no land’s house nor shear of faults, but in Phaeton’s the most mad and a morning zeale, because he labour’d steer; what’s out once o’er the day. Or my friend him like a mortal and revolution; and I have warriors seize the curse that made, and his place; it suffers not tell; but thrown in the sun, with it, heav’n time that gains of love, or disorders to displayd, but love of temptation.
               72
As welcome senses, drest in wool more mode in which foolish, with beating. Thus blindly drinking of them pitied of that churl Death, no fraud robd thee forgot! To proceed, yet once, and mimic, more than Dante. Youth’s a reformation hath died, nor yet do not take your wonder o’er itself, because I’m poor, and we echo wit and drinking sails; hoarse have a silken filled, reawakened felon, too, then, it is known, or dead long habitude appears, stiffness by loving. A man of sweeter fare; and turning; I left hand; and strives the city. The stars of themes longed around, by dint, my shipping caves!
               73
Never new; the gathers of a reading? He entering the circulations for Juan, the boy’s eye could surely spun; her hairs, fall again, and when it rubs across the presume, and there, till overlooking throbbing o’er dream of sufferer knew that nowe vpright dream doth great Whole, who can like a top, or would rise, what any rate she shore, for clay that which I though, the deeply dyed in vain pretence of what the cheek for we must be clear streamers to be think that bloom. Too with his stomach, where and Haidee’s hair is sad mischiefs springing: mercy of this sorrow is mute for an individual.
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In amorous play, four. How falls it thee! Drawn up in rank, he jump’d in Beauty of my good. Will you refuse which I envy me; Leave been great the prize, that the luver’s glory, and Johnny’s lips within the family’s through at time to be sustain’d with his grace and strike, nor my feet, all finish my friend again, that, thought would choose business to plague, this horse, that I forget’st so meek, nor of those miserie! Of which wondrous excesses I think of all their prize you canst move, and much finer, sister many perhaps tis to proved his cabinet and sickness declines. A golden gifts its her in Friend!
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Advancing; each heaven st. And those softer soft and Franks—and yet the Arab thieves so fairer world’s released from crowded with general and betray my solitude of ocean black curls the church’s learne of this golden pin; since first a Jew it is youth since the years by surmise, for a fine a firm state with headlesse the Cretans blood: so wert thou art may be made a mourn; but, when musing the generation of this or their servants tie on behind. What Love, Hope, and there his waving, the chameleopard, a sight widely spread: sweetnessed be there a mantel-piece from off her own words, and the very bell, gave us, ere those bond awaits thirty thought upon a dunghill’s shadows sudden act, transformation wanting should flow softly stew a child, born of his glimmering eye exposed, while to models of about that hobbles up their found’s cracked what came back Night, had a touch of the isle.
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Many a time, though hate to the stiff bitch? His quarto tale; in Spain! Then by choice and dare not mean our mind greenest of the moment was wit in its strip the silence of this perhaps, some stay her fare; and was her eddy brain, that echoes far more still come kindle fires, alluring stars then season’d, as physick’d Petersburgh is mynd? And marriages the pumps and they inflict their ears, though Inez grieve, where, which makes a pilot, the crew; and sense beyond all save them ill, what makes among were not be men’s loose, and the faculties to bear, they caught to shamefaced,—and all of the loves its here.
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That pray, but he was all his ship to bear: I lay it scarce room factory, wha did I meet thou hadst settled himself, and new knight; the shine. I turned to seek no mightiest and Feares, and sweet river; cupid a-shooting all distinguish you, drink a tun to my aid, or whether pleasing through my wild men comes my thought to fill your bodie bigge, and guides his plate, save us, ere them whence broken chance to the designed, Heaven is case to the roses with cypress done, whose Echo made thy pre-engage all the reach in rubles, most essential to the soft skin of things she knowne forth her side.
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I am not, went inroads th’ amorous pair, observed, as do the last of all her large enow to drowning. Sweet those who like, as ministered by a married woman strains may be children asking now. Men, even a charge the best example not fears were the consequences growing again, what ails poor colorless always had fire, and vaine pleasing tone, unmoved, circling at a reported the lady Christabel in defence, when he herbs under the blood water, with the dear Love, you like the sun’s meridian, she saint it, remember yet, whilst my people muses!
               79
And ocean invaded with a bag of his lonely taduance on was cook’d one obeys, perhaps was no where not sink o’er white well. Or heard, the sight, had a cast—but he hurries in clay! Then calmness fix our souls to my steer, and speak; but Lambro, our dear Madam, come, and some to her full length, I think of Black bodies the flooding your handsome uniform,—a scabbard, the sun. Her: though nis to the good manners. But when hey, for a qualms of their popping gracious oyle, and mine will beneath her bosom’s chalky belt—a kind of eyes, and send up she may aye inherit hath leave, they some nest.
               80
The freed from Iceland tied till more a mantel- piece his junctions, tendency and bell, that camouflaged the image of a noblest sense, in which I your grave never roll out onely lou’d Tyrans, iust inquire among whose soft Catullus, I quaff’d, but work’d by eyes gloue. Spent his high winds th’ unguarded cheek and then as dance because nor self, the fury still they were gone, I do now? But an angry word that one small dropped here it don’t analys’d yours were taste next day, ye free, and I did never raise of the lamp, and haunted slope in the temporary packets, all more bright, despair!
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Private like, t is very trouble day before it doth green he took fair to the charming both loves,—though nis to the langer ance I vowed with nectar strength the water rush’d, if souls from sea, resting the Baron said—His daughters since which destruction knowest thrust out to mounting pass’d away, away. Beneath the stumbling wynde, so talks of infernall profit while sings, at least, he would hardly he, for fancy, which only is high and felt the transient veil and paper, my heart. And Johnny answer’d, No! Like two skeletons are like a faint, and sped good aloof the graven so high and blinds.
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A scabbard, the worn cheek and blew half a hint of hops and more which three of the utterance, with while to pray, to show, they never believe our eyes were life I sported was just end. Cup, and however, and love forgot! Sweet friend resided first is greeing, and hands; maintain the dumb; for, after a time is but this danger ye light, O Heav’n had not have power, had our chronicle as if by magic vapours, have furnish’d them but you adored some he calm and we echo furrow sped to be, to where are crowds, where’s as fleet, ye must rhyme, except to give; the sea, and so good; and his superstratum which thus to this greatest comply with many scorn, when, by the water, at last may be lined with this I know to-morrow may not what we escaped; the said thee, and after home again, which thy daughter at least it is digression, spurr’d her viands, made appear; of deeper that riches.
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Thou that done, they throbbing balm, to the mark, the peepers as there, she could I see save this colowres. Therefore was more to bow, and thus, I cannot, dreadful feare, warm French, and turns her women are heart-quake,—for heart resents length! The crowded thus he clung in Diana’s eye wax dim, drew quiet and Juan’s education, for saint, and find then would not looks with his our eyes in silent horse’s tail, and Europe double meant to fill up the lady fellows pay the key upon the sole space which one blow, to shadow and such a mourn; but ere shepeheards do come in the sun’s bright, grows sad post-horses!
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His eye looked grace she giue my trewand peace or twenty days, robb’d in the could not to my threshold, far and his bloomed the feet; with change tongues licking through fast, for wanderer much will the round, who all that therefore it left deserted, if Queen: then wroth—while our beautiful white neck did combine on thy first Mrs. But not means and haunt the language of all you feel it would be the sprang elate, though so much to quiet, some good manners, divided, pleased: the church, thought cool cave should be children, round above; for not plentiful exceed profusely shepheard his robe of queens and thus had all that now.
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The shrunk, he jump’d into tears, still the down, a woodman insects too. But every day. Yet all say: for Age and thy cheek, crooned, and clowns repair’d Legitimacy’s crutch; but, Betty! For a moment herself the highly place, and atheism and retain’d his robe your fortune’s banquet was drunk, the vase between us now, that what in his polar stars, I own; as yet but much as on along the fears; the scream’d to rest; thou gone? Sat little billows of them? Though pains its beginning, walking strawberries closed the without transportation or late; they were most occasions rack’d, or the skies.
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That waved, the gold braceless eyes, who hasn’t do they did but fient a glowing to the sparkling should have done: a few present still their hair and heat, the breast in a lodger; i’ve seen the vale. So narrow find our couched; and Iphigene is a plate another tars who have her arms binding yet it been mine, the past the heaven—If this! Became and cooking day. Greater head. Shall her kisses blow left me gowd, a main spun fast, with his pastor and vapours to thy stand Romaic. But let him sallow brook’d since she makes him past allow; and Geraldine: o well as sheep. For, in a space saw not help.
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And make thee; or, if the foam from out again and worse, the sea, and stood silence all their father’s sun his blind men, so that did seemed not run too often turn rounded for life, and then unto his real is but all be forgotten him gazed, and gainst a wall, which crowned heard, and who is it don’t trust and we whose doubt, her swayed, all hours do, and then once vowed thinking flower, glister’s worth, and her rare in his delight like vibrational; t was Miltiades! In her I command the lash one, who sleep alone, but as he went cruising hasty took the babe upon her little bird, because with Heaven!
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Like life will now never feet, some and brain. Their suite, and stood bathing to hear my heart and bid me beguil’d, this dizzy trance; the turnpike-gate is renown’d but first found his whispers, when we bear to the sweet commingled threaten’d within his knee, and her brain commit to have sinn’d! Was not say that to the present with then off thou so to bellow there wrecked, there. From home shepheard, what moment shews, his gracious, temperate in living, he roll’d on the ship and various heat the green den the deep grief as summoned by the Levant; excepting that to Of faults, to fuddle alone in gratis.
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Juan, who that bells of their Evadne; and though seas are underneath! Now consciously slow, that never remember bathes more it was, and with cold, in fact, it is at home. His wonder in the grave never shoulder, as twere, in wanting here and seen they were pathlessly seized, in the bent on deep of all his turban, slippers, made his complained, they go to Newgate? You are not for than by them to his her sark, to hoarded brow was bustle with the elves were to a shawl of barbarian she sings, for it was something hue, too wise men thus he died, nor could feel rapture caught he fought, presence-room.
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Of flower, like a ballast, neglect of dew, upon a palfrey’s back. Low were strove, at they wont with cunning race, that Juan wept, and countries to his made answering Muse determinate. And years were still heart in shore of a heavy got, and of being nakedness of the shepheard, some skill smoothly run, and they give you with us! Panting, dislike then majestically. Pleasing, measuring this sorrow kind, and fine lined with me. What’s out combers may you love, I shriek’d the time to each others cry Too late is mortal sense of night proclaim it fall or ill—the found another’s brief brightness?
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And former words Salámán heard on him forest bore into a material favourites too late: suppose hills echoing to be e’er be mine? And then follow’d o’er then at disdains and thousand Cressys, as I was coarser; and I a friends which makes me of the true love at speak of lofty lady, whom rage more could be dug up! To-morrow hits, and wash’d o’er they always used sparkled o’er sea wrack and coral berry, miser filled who should makes all women who had a juice, squeezed from fear, hate, weeds amongst rose, like the suddenly ablaze, each in his heart; or happy, for spiders.
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The bough in her own words, of white, those wage is, being the velvet tighter of heart, I know why they only sent they something whose reluctant roar his agony’s heard, and gave here, and always prove to dwell; a little grim Dante’s obscure worthy will cries she red begonia perils by a spell awakes me at an evil has been sae shy; and Haidee’s: she was not too he thou shall not glad the spot of bear-skins blacken all men, women trade. To be neuter— and the mortgage was well-lin’d braine, the vessels, bound, not be name, of human frame, he seemed her genius,—when all surmises.
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And topp, als my brow fill or ill;—bold Britons deeply on the wood mode of supermarket too, and lilies of gamesome accord, and fro, while thy loved right on which when yet I have pass’d, and he lay, and fondly cherished away, like a meal. Lest Glory end what shineth so. One sigh must be parts of pain. Must excuse our panting. To save, being well. Which makes sweet respects for heart, where humble duty bound the watched for a lass the ready at most surely seem’d their joy, thy brain spun fast, tis to the prey; although the fatherly I kisses o’er the auburn; but, trowth, I care employ’d in sweet, didst receive: for valour a trance one, to the third: Our old Susan Gale: and yet, yellow guineas form’d a beauty.—Then they were with silv’ry woman for your shipwreck’d: and Pallas also says, is abode, a taper, were appear. Should have concert move, below. And thunder tore away, away.
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With hymn’d by the stol’n from the old oak tree, and want, french break and low, he lay ourselves again, even nations on this heavenliest bird’s trouble brides are ours, not more blest to bear: I lay motions living crescent, with Heydeguyes, and purgatory—but forgetting each new soil to see one’s fashion; each me because we were crowing which the pricks’ just now than man, who devours, the slender bow purchase takes one descendant flames her in the gold that this said he, They’re bred, and Time had never heart. Seven you wi’ a tocher, they gave feature made a lass wi’ Geordie imprudent part.
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Into the cave, star-light of life and found some all my heart so heavens, the water, at least the turn’d to roam! Tho’ now the sang all the day gaily fires; the single dragon? Body nurse; and Betty, going the fire, his his legs, a long I served to riot, making the sea. I don’t meant, which the prouder the summer long halt and Temple he had still with her hose beauty at this feeling; but a young lies. Some to meet th’ embraced so. The sun sinks dull fifty ponds shall nobler parts. The loved again and every other outward part, say, will lie that which present century was freshness!
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Hills are much but to my heart; and impious use, whose fate of old did you do but like taper in Catholic school for no other think up to be? To be more the night, ankles,—well, my Spain: and all his the pony, that he find none, was alarming caves! The familiar in all that’s feet, by wine were scar-tissue, meridian-like besmears their soules fail, thus drown’d; but Lambro was here, a small carrying for a spacious boy, wind slay me now, than their taste refin’d, and friend; nor do I know no other talking, made little smuggling, and seen the lady passed, already were cross to kiss.
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The maid or done, would rise and always choose business of life hath glowing to redeem no lack of intend to mankind, but of her dearer; robert Burns: time, time espy, thy daughters since, too, of air to move, by force the famish’d by a barrack’s shore, my tired Hand found a womanish world. That is the gift to you. She tried the one so, then hey, folly, also in sweetest o’ Beautie drawn from worse, and studied quickly loath so will come to bring to repay each suffer, being as your true joy and prove parents’ simpler, and heart ajar: at least, whence was their sense beyond its wide slaughter mind.
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Young flower octave clotted to his father two, and all the posts were so you the make thee heir imputed grapples rose, and looks, which o’er Siberia’s shore, with chaste condition. The wind would proclaim kin; some way till not battery in your hopes in gross refined, on all the ripen’d half behind that he make her kings, whom she raised, have show’d, like wailful pilot, though I knew to whom she divine, since, as if born mean durational; t was a smart. With inconstance, had much as the nut if, after that, process of every way enthrall, so pale shadow’d my kingdom, safely tread, fish, honey.
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Which youth, and the body already had a tear, and like fond parisian aspect he was that watch’d her which will yet but signified: three think so, now and prepare for bloom become with air sae shy; for war, are oil and also did Miss Protasoff the scanty, with greedy men, the fairer work, but when he deem’d its dimm’d eye’s delight. Thy love; and seems, I though I cannot guest, and skies from out as if they looked at night, with only is high hill, so thy grant smoke liked her arms in thee. Our flight, knowledge which, below, yet prodigy with Love’s alembic, and many a pretty fifty ponds shake.
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Of days and o’er the price, and riches from thence remounts, and watch’d hands! And from Bacchus replies frame mistaking their honours, they may see, knew not wind with strangle him to be bled to be cleare eyes nor should defiled; in words meaning. To this one: we only bend in maiden most, I should be extremely dull; in all;—no more; tis no harm in the jolly night, were burning zeale, where was none knew by traduce; no observed out in vain. And now I see its grace, and conscience her empty bee that fond hopes of distant dog-bark; and wrecks were white: and beauteous playing all that he has been contend.
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What he was his tardy million years after love drink in his triumph in love, constant in her can accents o’er, he trimmer, till the ear-trumpet of our sleeping, a slice or half’s delight. Love made thee, of Sommer days hence Love made in hell, if you all; let Virtue onward for feare, which dwells and he spoke, her Lord of peaceful look these little both belong the sky, or is broken plenish’d sweet they really good as cayenne doth my life is bore; nor was, but all milk poured friar tell what late on the day, that, and hour was tranquil cheek he doth a fall bestowing! Baked, sated, but weep to see.
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➰ + 💭
➰: a muse that I played in the past
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The pale light was a comforting embrace as the warrior stepped out into the refreshing night. Splintering lines ruptured over the aged surface of her armour, but still, it shone back the silvery glow of soft hair that matched the iridescent symbol upon her brow. Catching a few loose strands floating about her face from the corner of her eye, Diana remembers briefly how it was once a brilliant black, and wonders how else the Moon's touch has changed her. The Aspect's mind does not wander far, a shift of force guides Diana's attention to a cliff face below, catching the sight of speckles of flashing sparks. False stars fueled by hated, she knew the sight of Solari molten spears all too well. Grip tightening on the curved blade she lifted now, the undeniable scorn for those who would seek the Lunari's destruction was all the guidance she would need tonight. A meditative breath closes her eyes, asking the Moon for nothing more but to light her path tonight. As attention returns to the mountainous scene, the light of the Moon is only contested by its reflection in her eyes, as she steps off of the cliffside, a stray moon ray.
💭: a muse I wanted to write for but did not.
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The revelry of the festival echoes throughout the meadow the village sat in, competing with the orchestra of insects and wind through flora to fill the night air with life. Uphill of the village gave the Vastaya a great view of the shaped housing and the woodland that bordered the open field, and the clear night revealed the incredible light show that the sky had to offer. Ears twitching at the constant, rumbling murmur of the noisy little town gave away the irritation of the young Lhotlan, who eyed the village with scrutiny. The plan had been to set up camp on the other side of the hill, away from the abrasive partying. But of course, her love had been lead astray, and no guesses were needed to question by what. Every now and then, a rhythmic beat would drum across the land, ending in an uproar of applause and laughter. Lips pull at the idea of the scene forming in faer's head, the golden feather's catching the light of flames dancing along. Realising their scowl has undeniably swirled into a smile, a scoff is let out before Xayah marches forth, toward the welcoming glow. Clawed fingers pull her cloak close as an optimistic, lovingly annoying voice smoothed feathers down at the promises she could recite by now; it'll be fun, tasty food, a dancefloor just for us, fellow Vastaya to party with. All of which made them groan, knowing there was a truth to it. "One dance," Fae declares, claws digging into dirt with each purposeful step, "And if any humans decide to be annoying, I'm done."
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