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jestroer · 1 year
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Girls night
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razmahdaz-art · 10 days
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Trying some new digital art methods, and this is the result of messing with Gradient maps and multiply layers.
Scene from a Book I'm writing. Tired Diner Hours.
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pinkykats-place · 1 year
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BakuDeku Werewolf AU
AO3 Fanfic Recommendations
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Disclaimers!
None of the stories linked on titles are mine.
Some contain mature content. Read tags.
Art work by @insinirate .
Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!
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Wolfless by Fether
Summary: Izuku runs an apothecary for many clientele, and keeps their identities under wraps. He isn't expecting to see someone from his past come walking through his doors, looking for his services in particular...
One Shot | SFW | No Quirks
Werewolf Baku x Human Midoriya
Let's Give Them a Show They'll Never Forget by Sol_Morales707
Summary: Katsuki Bakugou hates the circus he was trapped in for life; he, a werewolf alpha destined to raw, breed, and claim all the pretty omegas in the world, was nothing but a clown for the humans’ entertainment. It was utterly humiliating, and the werewolf lives a bitter life.
Only his caretaker makes it worth it, for a human; the boy was ridiculously adorable and sweet and the alpha is excessively fond of him. When he sees an opening, not only to escape but also to claim what’s his, Katsuki exploits it and gives the humans a show they’ll never forget.
One Shot | No Quirks | Circus AU
Rated - Explicit
A full moon by @silverynight
Summary: "Oh, but look who it is!" Bakugo smirks, leaning into Izuku's personal space; for a moment Izuku thinks he hears him sniff, like he's trying to smell him, but that would be weird... It's probably just his imagination. "Little bunny Deku! You're smaller than I remember!"
Izuku narrows his eyes back at him, which only makes Bakugo smile even more.
"I'm not small! And stop calling me that!"
"Bunny?" Bakugo chuckles, moving in circles around the green haired young man like he's some sort of predator and Izuku is his prey. "But you're like a bunny! A nerdy, little bunny."
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In which Bakugo is a hopeless werewolf trying to woo a human in the worst way possible.
Complete | 4 Chapters | No Quirks
Rated - Teen & Up
shiver by hutchex
Summary: The storm began in the early morning and quickly whited out the landscape. Nightfall came hours ago, but the rattling winds and violently swirling snows haven’t died down at all.
You wouldn’t be able to tell that it’s a full moon.
One Shot | No Quirks | OmegaVerse
Werewolf Alpha Baku x Omega Deku
Rated - Explicit
Tomorrow and Forever by crowsushiroll
Summary: When wolf-shifter Katsuki is injured and on the brink of death during a snow storm, he is found and saved by a hunter named Izuku.
While Izuku treats his wounds and nurses him back to health, both are wary and cautious of each other. But as the days go by and the snow storms keep them trapped inside the cave, they slowly go from complete strangers to something more.
{One Shot}
Rated - Explicit
Werewolf Midoriya x Human Baku
you smell like love by gochumilk
Summary: “They’re my, uhm, undergarments.” Katsuki refuses to meet Deku’s gaze, hands trembling where he clutches his satchel. “You’ve mentioned before that you really like how I smell and that it helps to keep you sane during and after your transformation, so…”
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Or, Katsuki goes into the woods to pay a visit to his werewolf friend, and to give him his scent-soaked undergarments that’ll help the werewolf with his shift. However, these triggered a rut, and Katsuki's determined to help his best friend.
One Shot | Age Gap | No Quirks
Rated - Explicit
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princeisolde · 9 months
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My yandare af Slytherin MC, Isolde Roman.
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They have my pottermore sorting🐍, wand, (Cypress, Phoenix Fether, 12.5” & unrelenting) & Patronus, lion with a huge mane. Pure blood, dead parents, and has a rich aunt that sends them funds. Throwing Isolde into this game was totally cathartic and so much fun. So because no one asked…heres all their facts.
Very classic tropes of a Dark Arts Kid™. They were my first oc for the WW back in 2010-2011 and they’ve grown up with me as my horrible other half. Isolde is always spending their time acting as a teachers pet, stalking Poppy, (she’s so pure and must be corrupted,) enabling Sebastian’s dark side, and constantly fantasizing about convincing Ominis to murder his family and take their estate. (Just a silly lil murder, gosh.)
Isolde favors curses and fire spells, and they simply love Occlumency. Any mind game is their favorite thrill. (They think imperio is kinky.)
They’re terribly sweet to people, but it’s all a face. Anything they want they get, take, or steal without a second thought. Selfish, cunning, pretty, cruel, quiet, curious, the kind to watch with a worried expression as you scream from their curse, stroke your face, smile sweetly, then cast it again. Isolde is really just the worst.
They follow Poppy around to make sure no one bullies her, but really they’re horribly possessive and just want her all to themselves, scaring off anyone trying to flirt with her. Those two boys that harassed her behind the beasts hut found themselves in hospital.
Isolde and Sebastian bring out the worst and each other and love it. Ominis does his best, but he’s wrangling two dumb dogs who won’t shut up or behave whenever they go out.
Teenagers scare the living shit out of me. 7th year, shits already gone down.
Involves: misuse of unforgivables, dark!MCxPoppy, MCxSebxOmi, dark!Ominis. corruption, sadism, smut, angst, elements of cannibalism (I’m sorry.) & blood. V dark stuff but it’s all so much fun.
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thirstyvampyre · 9 months
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Edgar Allan Poe
My Rankings based his works as found in 'Complete Stories and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe' as published by Doubleday
All Prose
The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether
Ligeia
The Fall of the House of Usher
The Purloined Letter
The Narrative of A. Gordon Pym of Nantucket
Eleonora
The Murders in the Rue Morgue
The Cask of Amontillado
Berenice
The Masque of the Red Death
The Oval Portrait
Bon-Bon
Mystification
The Assignation
A Predicament
How to Write a Blackwood Article
"Thou Art the Man"
The Tell-tale Heart
The Mystery of Marie Rogêt
The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar
Hop-Frog
The Angel of the Odd
X-ing the Paragrab
Morella
William Wilson
Mellonta Tauta
Von Kempelen and his Discovery
Loss of Breath
The Imp of the Perverse
The Spectacles
King Pest
Mesmeric Revelation
The Black Cat
Why the Frenchman Wears his Hand in a Sling
The Oblong Box
The Premature Burial
The Unparalleled Adventure of One Hans Pfaal
A Tale of the Ragged Mountains
Never Bet the Devil Your Head
The Colloquy of Monos and Una
The Man That Was Used Up
The Balloon-Hoax
Metzengerstein
Four Beasts in One
The Power of Words
The Gold-Bug
The Pit and the Pendulum
The Sphinx
A Tale of Jerusalem
Lionizing
Three Sundays in a Week
The Devil in the Belfry
Shadow - A Parable
The Conversation of Eiros and Charmion
Some Words with a Mummy
A Descent into the Maelström
The Literary Life of Thingum Bob, Esq.
The Duc de l'Omelette
Silence - A Fable
The Island of the Fay
The Domain of Arnheim
The Business Man
Landor's Cottage
The Thousand-and-Second Tale of Scheherazade
MS. Found in a Bottle
Diddling
The Man of the Crowd
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iklees · 10 months
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The liar in the library / Simon Brett
Fethering mysteries #18
Jude en haar buurvrouw Carole zijn goede vrienden, ondanks hun heel verschillende karakters; ze hebben elkaar gevonden in het uitpluizen van vreemde gebeurtenissen in hun dorp Fethering. Dit keer gaat het om een moord: een schrijver blijkt vergiftigd na een lezing in de lokale openbare bibliotheek. Carole moet het onderzoek -- grotendeels -- alleen doen, want Jude is de hoofdverdachte! Zij was de laatste die de schrijver had gezien, en zij was jaren geleden bevriend met de nu ex-vrouw van de schrijver, die zichzelf inmiddels ervan heeft overtuigd dat haar man een relatie heeft gehad met Jude.
But he was coping much more easily with being a success. Like many writers, he had spent a great deal of the unproductive times behind his desk imagining the answers he would supply when interviewed in a variety of arts programmes. So, when there was sufficient interest in Stray Leaves in Autumn for him actually to be interviewed on arts programmes, his replies were well rehearsed. Quite why that particular book had taken off when the others hadn't remainded a mystery. His new-broom editor, who had been about to drop him from her list, asserted that it was a vindication of the publishing house's 'long tradition of nurturing exceptional talents.' Burton himself claimed that, though no reader would ever recognize the authors's 'self' in the novel, it was the book in which he had 'invested' most of himself. It was the view of Jude, who had of course read the book, that if there was any explanation for its sudden success, it was because Stray Leaves in Autum was, at its most basic, an old-fashioned romance. In spite of some stylistic embellishments and the mandatory juggling of timeframes that qualified it as 'literary fiction', the book could easily have been shortlisted for an award from the Romantic Novelists' Association. Her own, private view was that Stray Leaves in Autumn was rather mawkish. While she coud recognize the sikll of the writing and structure, she found it horribly soft in the middle. She just hoped that, in the course of the evening ahead, Burton wouldn't ask directly for her opinion of his novel. Jude had never been very good at lying.
Het is al een hele tijd geleden dat ik boeken uit deze serie heb gelezen; deel 1 tot en met 3 of 4, en er waren er toen nog niet zo heel veel meer verschenen. Ze kunnen prima los van elkaar gelezen, en het zijn aardige boekjes, dus ik zal nog wel eens kijken in de bieb.
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libidomechanica · 1 year
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Untitled Poem # 17355
A curtal sonnet sequence
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Father course of your soothsayers have knows nought came on Sunium’s marry with him in; oft blind in such out loves man. The lucid round him a good Hobbin, I did lamentation which girds asia, since, spite, take a middle watches his face the come! Coat; how shew they could not so like summer days? But which would go: perhaps as we description, or thee, Give merry din—for Venus see. The bride, so much more in the rack, or stopp’d, and gums.
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Of the time with thy lyre, so fierce! Here Lolah on both my scalp and keep the thews of your forehead—and the jaws of vision; I mighty king to find a flowers, where memory stranger and old gentleman, are tedious thousand know the spoke a word, and above. Tis being their bad taste, and chase, and thus sprung! It is gone, and the leap’d amid a cruel fellow really ill the night; in love are gone, but charms. Would be caught, her eye.
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A solitude, to view want nothing sea! Or at length from the bright, ye daughters. The soil’d the senseless sorrow early lawn, for no one dead—too much to run, and on everyone else. And next day, almost so when he is now at earth of May? And I am become of a gentle rainy—tears, she as on thy Heart was Miltiades! It died too! ’ Th’ flowers fethereal band are but a wound I shall sway, to stretch an onion.
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” And the dust and wished day not the blanket. When the tides more his secrets of the heave to clime; marriage night peona kissogram. We left alone. The rest, and when the flood thing mood, for change to feel how far the porch with tidings of human hath misconceived between thine and flood below his faith, but evening: silence, ev’n to mend your vows, and in truth, take what bare and pleasant art could see no object high Jove’s sink to be acted.
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To catch virgins’ kisses; not alone for me. Began to moue; not all the creep, as, until he could like that light. In speechless came, and place. Do we in bitter crumenall. But babble down shall fall at last till the effect our was born! A Perfumes are a nation,—a terrier, touch we two young man his is overhead, and all the clasp’d each office, Muse; I teach a friendly from clime the valleys heard heir sakes—that ideal Grace.
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For the charge of Lolah demands on me. An old Roman place for past: on my grief, postes adorn: no, by Heavens, all the college yet, talking, artful, deep, laughing did shin’st, as the cote, and we’ll send outward tell me where Deva spread in the wish you can holding two? To have laid: a blew from deference upon his rack’d with woe. Fair damsel, pity love: instead of the world so fair. For Wisdom less, thou wilt, for his to takers.
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Proclaiming sleep: or what tower: so find the Pen of any state, in those eyes are exhausted, wae is me! Soul is parity above all its amazement, but on her to the grave, and ne’er expressive heart who like. Shall grace and half sight without not a shade of the hearts to indication had not better leaves, whereat the dog, and praise but must somewhere shall ripeness it shall speak, nor such my hound his other eyes inspir’d?
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Who remains, our berried lady, did princely Heart; her hair, they all dreriments taught ease, that all alike mischiefe dead. A higher suffering; she sun-brown’d the same; whether life arose, and that other lords to name, also thy breast—but pause. I don’t making like slept along to sound by winds, had not thy infant but such as clefts of some fell in a chariots of meek unknown, the summer week: much more among thee, and if they now!
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A land to shock, than half alive again. To countries, oh miserye. The tree although briars, my father! Surely cannot speaks of Christian-name way, where the self-passions bred, beheld phoebe, no! And sweet ecstatics meantime to them; and the green, and one swift decay; is the hair. Or I’m caught winne some few who met him great sting ice, he trod, her to be, he real as refresher foes; but that could revoke the bridale poses, the world.
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The found no more? And, sings were twenty ages on him? He saw Menalcas come to belt of silvery word I have examined few pair of things I took his knee, had made for Use and moves her smiles, wan as primrose- banks, yet destroys most like they ’d made the little wish’d by another, whene’er disarmèd man, too, could not, like to drink, and truth shake that sing no custom’d this brought ere Though the midway slope up which wouldn’t move, and my joy!
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Weary dreamlet’s lightest doom which is Solomon have for use. Thus while you knead men freezing results the wide gate, hath power. Last Christ. Not only hope! No wind, not quite unders at the serpent draws to countless grove with his merit, far, whatever flounced her palm is that was on a sudden a private blows and while yet their treasures are turning flower in dark eye’s tail up as I said, she alone way we below each sense.
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The upright their either hands so old tale. To the farmer? This long-forgot, as an amusement of father’d in vain; a favourable now, given in the purely, slighted to hospitable sentention’s breast mate; while you can hear how fierce! In its birth of all. Round of kisses that sike beneath your only mind; my work, who gaze o’er his sworder, a cat, as Danae to their small soft kisses of the Incomprehensive Sara!
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Our spirits of fresh nuptial sweet and lucid east upon the rout then ware; its slender wheels. In the firths of glad arms she to the handle spirits white, that come in its dwell upon her though the trees and fusing it? And leaves beneath them and day is done is coltish nature Network too is their bosom world where are the old matter, sung, he gave Juanna, play on each other one dies, open now, appear’d under thro’ a lattice.
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Of morn with the sad affright tame on, and because his eyes of this, how the suffer’d more, a little near a mind, and die. He wandering the wine of them a’, my lassie every thing the Earth and wasted break that Nobleness, oaths of that euen he died. Small hands and doth impart their summer’s hospitality seem to have I behold her own, my heart. The bells below each tide in good Hobbin, ah hobbinoll, as God mought head.
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Since she wood, and my hear heap’d: come hither! Reverence he calmer hours be not to lamented the commemories from my mother tone, I wandering forth the brooding feather’s mirror, and shortly after thee by Juno’s smile, like power of time, and looking halls, then they contends, and figure. Whilst that: but Sorrow, he street; in love, my boyhood shape, her son’s column was they were impure scorn deeps, and pall, I bring From law.
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Now was his eye. Hero and firmer flamie- glistring; she lives in immemorial eyes, wan as print—that here? When my telescope, in circlings bring and darkening wonders to the stir his feels the night and porcelain of shame which he knows. While each mind admired their mien and morn breakfast; private sorrow o’er the usual consent, that it take Juanna, play’d. Haidee into a palm she had thrown her work down the deep self, or pine?
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Her father’d in easy by thee that haste desire the people supply, and sunly and like an earth, whereon without them and therefore in mossy hill, and let us lies nor ever dwells of crimson Petal ode poland recollection would question, general he said from yonder deep. Hills with shut up a forbidding and questions, all the right; but Words salámat— Incolumity from the rest boughs, and one in grandees!
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A lord were hangs still, as t were all confusion and fill his voices her grey of Innocence annoyes are earn’d new face into a woe like an earth we walking thro’ the faced the mild!—As her heart, smiles; delight and whirl the Promethean clay adhered dollars. In active woods shall teach us out attaint,—a Rosebuds steep, or Lot’s wife, that mind delights against my doubtful joys no date no more deception having wheels of Yule.
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Though he certainly to the inward to upheave the Almighty spels, nor long the darkle. When first then one intellect; and shalt hearty curse to dub the heath, and warm with sacred peace and quench with all to see the heart; I read It made him all throws the christall to hill the maidenhood against my sere fancy-fed. Or cooler air, the moor and ne’er I file the bought then no plant will for the fire-side a sights requiescat sea Dream!
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Sparkle, and next because not drawn upon his not been fitting. To human skies above with good in what we’re told me than all her since, still more than some boding sea! Made cypress music match, and every might him off, and not shun the pile he pure spirits fruit thereunto dancing their exchange; once mighty dove—what is bright she music drop by drop of the dead. To make her handsome urn to see thee display full growth, is come ye fates!
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Nor Love. Would have been told it not. At Bologna. And me, left of love. How to end of what a haram bore, and sought indulgence of life seemed that I in his selfe make a bill a busy town, I found Him not in time; and in live in the luckiest sing this arrival, so that breaks. You have been. Still high in the finger bled, but spare the west, that even good she ’d got another caught us like a death, speechless colder.
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Of speech, or ev’n with floating each their work had with eye on earth, before than a wound, and death I wreak vengeance; we might from her land; where they are to his drink you, O daughters of Jerusalem, terrible and grew pale, with new native heard, she cried, so loud, as mould, that sad tempest, an altars are to vs wretched with Haidee’s eyes. Of the world won’t recall what gelid fount, and storm mayst be combing too epic, and the come!
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Tis Love, and the rocky brow of terror and told house’s crown’d with that grown to the very sound climb into the pane, there was sent, to which fable place in me; what a peer: and died in your swain he whole troubled eye forget the odourd sheet of though the Sultan and the brought, and feed hinder cloud; and heale, the master paradise! And next procession with him on him where his fine golden hour to man, and by the forest-fruits.
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They sail on with the Almighty stain, at nigh and at these are sick, and sing the which shook down them for a schools, let all in—all in chronicle of the stood up a cypress music drop by drop their last. I heard than receive the listles she critic is from flowered and truth in a fruit. Contented the pined: and if she mental pass; tis not for green, as the who breed with fairest at once; they bedew’d their godlike men having pain.
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Hurt me, I pity love; the most sacred ceremonies; and stray at please to be lost your shadow sits a first the mind; thou with gather makes it impart. Beat so quietly to becometh leaping of thy count the air is keen with a gem! Privacy refunds advertise contact link to possessive her life, sometimes wake, and t is here and prosecutioner, and a millions, and leaning sweet look she clay by the prime?
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In her of intent with it: so in alt, or simple. And would he loves me sad afray: lyke Phoebus replied, Your blessings are like strange was holly dumb; the virtue crown’d: Where goes—the years to one convulsive grace, o’er the ditty, my fancies time shall ready to hiccup’d, Our old past together womb, and euer things despot of time he sticky glass, your strides and the birth’s poem every earth arise the living breast, sing at a time.
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Old affectation of theyr good and silver throne; and care, the gown; I roved her hut, the loss to thee all that which adorne away? Began to closed to his relics brought the stone she enter in hands drop as to be your Valentine? Bard, and veil. The grave so rough lie with reverence hold a man who suffer her nieces shine tinselling up a hecatomb of night own. They han paund. Oh woe is most as a tunnel. Their moss.
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To rail against fear’d of living in his whistle, as the roar even by the ritual of thy death His Psyche. His rice, and vision from the tropics, to me, my fragile like eyes like a moan that runs, and good an ever thought brides in its wings he plain words thought needs mournful rhyme, which grown and drizzling rhyme, when your while each other clime: Whilst than another? Or breasts and watches of the distant and mine, and horn, among the sea.
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And fits her place. Which surely well sleep, wide as think I gave guessed. His hath made to the Frowning Jewel in all our persons. That would be: and shall divided joys of him, the feedest, to where, no doubt, who is my fair slaves! Her beauty everything, that is a little lives another to Padisha or Pacha with wicked wives, who knew not wel ken, but if it still a farm appear from hidden she spring-tides the waved too late hours.
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Is young, ’ was so great Dian’s fellow masks of dew exhal’d to help I cannot here, to show? To bear—but neatly scorn; draw from all comers at the twilight the times a son leap in the blood; in the hang no cure bad acquaintance, among fate, wherever heart have example still as Morning too awful bed-fellow,—who careful of Ida fell, and beat that to discern! When hands, or ruin’d logic, which thought her vsury of the flowers.
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He died, that same rules did euer I will teach threaded eyes grace, and murmur in that his eye behold and cure your little system rolling to him. ’Tis well perhaps precarious feud hath she, you’re problem scrunched ears, still out of all the touch’d than never like a picture done lady on a day of heaved a sudden it. Thy spiritual process more strung to noise, which welcome to the numbers of a workings have, and out of Psyche.
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He had his tomb, as not one deeper where to her smile, and one when all pay with money, that bears made quite dead,—and yet can expound and inaccessible as it were, and admitted mine could see whether thou, can never at his chains to black snake I bring; and listen withdrew her first time and Juan spoke, and his course to ascertaining vain kindred dishes; and lover, left for some dull decay!—Lovely likeness it play’d at ease.
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Thy two torn apart and climbs on the heat, that kindled; full of sweetness, and set. Onward not, when ye like them when sudden act, transfer the Golden Year the dead men from the cheek began to some setting out there— but none of the moor and no doubt should since, saw Byron’s plighter of Wisdom holds his limbs, and prosecutioner, fill’d my waking, until he pleasures speak, woe, they were mild bear that will is done in low establishment.
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To find your love, thy garments; let us seeming each was too late would burst the teemingly tribunals shaking bed-dent at full of moss is conquerings from room were the wintry clime had been a budding and dropping skeleton, when Time has gone, nor changing education of the deeper and smiles. They would miss it, ’t wash, and consequences grow very hour, when she, adornd with endless sympathized in tranquillity.
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The secular applause I must she is a strong Son of the Wolfe lowder half-moon large pedigree the arm, most what’s me. Wake not; or so, but sorrow drowned with vigour, until now not in the moonless? About his licensed boldly dash’d o’er dull and wood, and trust in the worlds would stir about thee; if every parts his eye plunged down by gladly view the doubly sweet humility; like mate thou art fair, and outward thinkin o’t.
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For day and to its crystal and wept away, hiding with Dudu, with Death; and fell; and scorn. The spirit breast, reverence upon his not one she-bird of off Cape Matapan, among, I heard, at which opens, with divine; should that convent, when by the said, How’s marriage from us and spring skies about the wind went in that was out there to sing bliss wild was let you would puzzled thereof was hapless head, my friends joy, folioed.
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Or if some one similar to left to each of sand things are blame not glad; her heyre: for lo the westering with love and say: o hear my lost dearness like sovereign lands; does my lot to have not the silk inlaid that meek forth and topples with beautifies with cries, most provoked remarks upon this dusky door? And day not see nor lose. But them current was there and with timeless, hardly heeded, and listen to pot, then called a tear.
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By the morning they rest of the length-ways is comfort win; but fix’d—he knew in matters of four hall, but Theotormon! ’ Mony a subtly is a Love. At any man’s: the glow throat, in those sence I attend to the weeds stolne from churches. He creatures, and I was, in child would trust should know not help the dead and began, hast thou dost borrow like a cup; your soothsayers have thee from Fancy e’er wit, or hearth; the bottom of old.
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Should a part of an eyes were they should’st faithful heart who lent his hearts complete; their Evadne; and yre, which their hapless ire of porcelain he was mine, and tear. Forgive up acres and purple breeches no reverencing forth frosty hoar, join dancers wide: the destiny convulsed at poor thou my flowers, garlands have I, on the song. And o’er within a painted joined be I know; and, like diamond then, while them watcheth she.
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And here of remotest gloom: and all the fading his immortal lease, the persons down heard, tall to know she stirr’d up in the thing fluent save in height, the Severn fills there she shade of the day, bearing sycamore, for there came upon a band that my Sunne goe down in due time, drearily, yet am I? With the cleft and Haidee’s chorus left espy; and leaps into life. Flower of the nearer in his brain; yea, when model.
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Both of fresh from a slave to peer her Ida, thought he sold to hear. Yet pity—let me sing, the breast, shaking learnt, in morals of the very wings call. Which that in the first night be: I sighed deep disclosed is lost, a soul from her so like flies on a sudden, where is not fright gloom is soul with tumult from the Pelegrini, she done? Sing his flatt. Do you and your storm and dropped with flecks off at once for tho’ in size as link’d among.
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That towers upon the travellian improbably his own room, like the earth: I curse had a brother, I think you never yet, a child! For laughing; I lovèd Theotormon’s brown of lust, too oftener party, juan was certain him with energies of happy Pan: whence a little swain, thou mayst return may require they outsprang from brawl which is but one good cheeks, here in their ring-doves with amber studs of night, if in my arms.
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From the virgin; beauty dwelt with th’abhorr’d; and to all many a private after they strike one mute symbols of an apprehensive Sara! A tap at the Europe’s latch these, or ruin’d to spring of you, the Ouzell she may smiles, though altar being relieve me, dear is thick solitude of nuts to be; after the lassie, fair Sultan and those the golden lyre; to Empress’d him a good social pageantries, A thousand.
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As if along, all confusion: dust up, . In sounds can converse is thereof of this t’ ye: or short solace can heart in his knees, that ye stir not unperceived husband is every partial sweet, rings to the old and slips were furled. The land, ring of a budding by, and loud at her do stare which sicken’d every vision from breathe, the little her I’ll bring ’twas Bacchus on his table, merry Damsels in height, so in the door.
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And my breast to the ice chestnut patted and forbidding! From where can everywhere, and the thing of sons of the Lotos-Eaters the Babe does the bride and grief, than all the windchime was love in green primrose-banks, he ’ll be a perfect. If all they sat, over Indian, I will let me all the plain sae bushy, O, aboon the traits of dying family is as bright hand and clay, your union, although she exercise of rest.
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I ask you thinken agayne. And, save devil, the blast of earth: and Powers of smoke of burning the dead regret to do, so little flashing, other strife, thou be, what will they enter in his subject Lute, placed suffering; some remayne, no being found by seeing made him: thy hands drowning dispers of guile he well a day let it is a bonie was half so fair. Marriage from happy loves her upper lids shut up as the sex, to roam!
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The wave. Since each sense, and gain the arms, her shall set me sings as disclosure; but your softling—this thine opposite! And I be as one by one by one of this voices of the daily bud! ’Tis deathless phantom chain’d, so beneath? Of life re-orient state behind: mething cash young, compare: men will wakens at ease, letting be? I was of purple, the vallies greatnesse, vp to the whole in the guerdon of these mortal destinies.
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Thy grief and pensive, silent are behold I could not catch at even and scarlet, and by rebound, are breath it isn’t as servant son; a show, or wert made hay; with wished bats, blindness. With the lark shot up and dipt in the sea that ye shall I dwelt with choisest thee all the world, æonian elegance, are dante and in longer is nothing head, and, seem’d turn’d, to make the village green, and ready forth? I could love unto treachery!
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The man will get me sleeps now, given me and rare worse, whose icy chain’d, and kings cannot guest to see ours, too, bleeding feet, and play. Is empties the fame things I loiter of prais’d, where is a bore, but in the whole; nor that if it cannot resigned his domestic doings and it should come, and fitly set; and the shows: the house nor awake day with love: but the bound thy table. Crowd of passionate as wild a fresh you may complaint.
               50
Wilt thou may flow in my garden, to the narrow lives upon her love, the quiet feel once and hope, to faith, but not what’s in the wild as marble bright Jalic Inc. Absence worst dawned; and the friendly cooings or wrong to the room, but full of moss is increase the uppermost, who appears;—and wind, that which may live. All bashfull vow, and striking the cross their branding stores of loue. In great Death been, and through that al the threw a wife, with thee.
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Thought without a welcome o’er dropp’d thy sight. Shall her swept, as your child it star had fall, and smiled, but I fought by thee living what of dewy morning: angry work, sit on. Sorts, take a star; unloved, that seem’d than his bonnet, was whipt at come; come quickly charge us? And the rushy lake displays higher sounds strange ball the crystal ewer, or of the voice’s silver the void white than wine! All that dost complicately One sees.
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When you’re tell it less touch’d a jarring of the large as peas, but gazing on the bride; but faces spied, which shall to the envy not up,. And time, her panting is no place and a bird, whose red ears, but once twas a place. The days far-off divine: the hill of moss, wherever hornes but a spot the Promethean clay adhered shears, and bird’s all abashed my steeds jet-black, each state and Dryden’s torch, the thine arms, at last, guns, and perfect deeds.
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She had better it blossoms, which makes it is a tide in circle, afraid some few favour. For ever saying, happy dead; less bark, built anew, grows flee away then our wishfully speak, but delight. The Sages prophecy give the Crown; a Star under ray, let all that rose up to the queen myself of what is a tide fluctuate all to scorn of our helmet on, engine at first day that bards: thou, O happy dove, they knew.
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As doth transfer her. Eyes that now thy prison roof of silver saw his winter, water, most goddess, such sort every was for tendency is truth to myriads more the soul with flowers as hind the frost is most creatures the artery of love, she there goes out the flood, that stir about the blow— I swear, play you, if Laura had beauty, glorious lady-love were getting the still peep of day, but though the translated and there!
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The world and dream, and tear. And was intense she glimmer’d, and feel, and now her names at the fable placed, cloves, and euer in dark where is not one would reach do endless minutes of circuits offsprings expanse? That seemely good; his heir. A conquering: that Orpheus born!—All for the light hour being light, and there we are his eye plunged down I sing, still were to byte, her feeling, or would him is not speed the wear when all thy mandolin.
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The things broods! And and storm; but kind of sunshyny face, since each other reckon’d of powers: his lays, of forty-odd befell; and the lights in his new name up from flower, with lichens its calm Dudu so turban, one like a little time was a bold and chains by those person if all this thunder my own might dies of new-born to swoon. For fames both are their woe, for now to her first expecting each other euill at the right.
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Who had all his double blue, so as the sense in man, with my honey and the more they mourners in head, thy kids beside thy lost thou, old for all their teens; but violet of bliss, on all the Persian sentention more prophetically the reflects that sacred dust and my return’d; for our match’d, too, was a lady’s maid. But I as a misty mountain to comfort of the pinions have ye left the shake the Saxon kind; the care.
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Were full of stars. Thus ouer me, that sometimes traces Pallas’ shield. Henceforth by which blended in her woes: yet scarce a sight to sing, the present the dark and keen eye that deep, even by morn by morn; I earness of the first fault, he sitting on their hero’s lot, is better have walked, nearly due before his self so beauty of all other unnested day them untir’d. And see’st thou that dies in mine, and creatures, toilet, which therefore?
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And love the blessing to thee here assured and silent, without strays through to draw the poplar tops, in charge of these mortal and bare, and hope, the noise of night, a vanish’d my Juliana’s eye. Juan would but drag it to haue things I trembling Wye, and blurr’d to brute earth, while Dudu’s for thee and cries, the flower on my crowds that two being midnight euening eye Fill high the coral the mosses creep; and Juan sleepe the deed he thus, my joy!
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For world of splendent in a vetchy beds at her first with a mantle heard, she moving vine, and lines of mountain of my love engrafted throng. For, for ioy doe rauish quite enough he welcome to May: but one or two had made in the smilest, knows. Midnight, ring, fire accounts be admired;—ave Maria! I climb thy tongues—and one in the winds, as he lay; and Power into the chords; so deformed to bear—but with sapphires.
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By only take her night puzzle to expound with which thou thy sigh for to warbles sowed! In the hill of Lebanon which aver this counter with myrrh is my aversion. And you said broken-hearted, and so much more that sense of my words, and I have drunken be well the sun dyes without abused. And shame be thought be for me; plant the lily’ juan had a syllable untrue; too well agree at the flocks are this is not dead.
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Because hers, I’m please her tills before a withers cannot count it comes from the shadows, I shall were lies; thus she spare the kitchen, confused me dear assuaging, even Death return, returns. That on that not her face ablaze, comes our wall from the oblivious day; and there, and dancer! Whilst her touch. All that’s the spices that speak of those to sleep, and thing cause force could rathe prison doors, with gods he know me thou with girlands, and light.
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Fact, it is always and far away, and we’ll sit amid our here is not wasted, wae is mutton. Muse, to side: tis held in the days more delight—when I’m engaged the wardrobe wears had mislead that the fiddling slow. And ruffle thy flock; but in a look, quite in a Christ! Live for a plighten slowly— paced the purple islander withheld me to you; when her break into the cloud, thrush; or under the panting home into a bed.
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Leave the Fleet that will not to leaves with him on his manhood, regard of having leaves a drowsy frowzy poem. A gulf a fitting night can never dearest faults, and soon for his face the sultanas and your eccho ring. In she sits eternal joy? Pronounced uxorious is your simple. A strange she beneath the last of dignity and thee, through to have leisure from the posture has a plan? A trust that never dry; the Throne.
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To catch at was a misty mountain-ground, light be song by his subject, blesses, place and if thou art none of myrrh and beautiful, inexactly. Wounded help me, I do not shun the Lotos-Eaters the joyous led by chance, like life, to side: you’d say thy rich old Benbow; and her, with blush, a mystic doing, let no faultful Past went of Mahomet’s beauty; and the men, when I came, and his knees, like Irish, where none his praise.
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Of passionate cry from living worse. But left to the winged without a gift, and it not know his face sweetness to turn the moving stranger than the ocean deeper was drawn from the beasts, and rehearsal of all, and snakes of splendour face bring horse. Thy lips and blurr’d to meeting vine, and roll’d t’ engaged thorn blows, walk’d away, and many a vase of onward them now in our newsletters, garlands crown the least behind a birth, and there!
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It is one: the wild thyself concatenations of their round then on the savage glare, walk’d beside thy father’d Mercury appearing a Titan’s breath, resumes like a cedar. I see the distant and pomegranates, and drives in thee; and saffron too well: like mate, and fair and waft him fast. Thou Shalt Not, writ in Cupid’s arm, the land, gems, and on the coral reeds, I was slumbering thence so fair is a mist around.
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Lord Alfred Tennyson lord Alfred Tennyson plays becket harold: A Drama queen of old, we faint, but silken said. You all I to cheer’d within his arm is with thee to thing side by side to flickering— doubt, a tyrant was the kind of the wind walks I moved turne. That no matters had got. And brought my prosperous strange quickly from thanck. Content tongue, then to virgin joy that wull, and behold, the coales of human had beene.
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Amid the swells of the praise: hate behind his count itself is good that is the gods, and Fauns with words, illusion, unto grace and Frank, to his shrivell’d my darling been Petrarch’s wife, my beloved at once it ill ordained, burn to possess that have a little grace, and again: and the deep, to lift vp her up but know, full-grown of any vague fear divine, next let in the glory of twain the shop windows. At that grow families.
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I am not what we mortal sympathy wine with the old, in languish to vain pretend then takes through to grow. A remnant of love and between through those prophetic soul looks so old tale. My blest?—But must all is wet more sweet new-year descriptions of those curses that wakens too long year: so then flower than a philosophy should hum the eyes a bastard showers await fearless for matrimonial cooings on the sea.
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Wash far around in the glow-worm the love is but to day, anxious plight and father panting wind, and the high dead or romantic to my bowels were so beautifullest power had left hand. I am come to suitors’ kisses of their orbit in outward the visiting the frame, but blush’d nor much more of bridal bower? Till my vocabulary. Where to rhymes, but thus thro’ the tries the native powers of golden wyre, spring.
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And in beautiful, ere the spirit from earlier that life no more: and if the ethereal band are brook shall the the hearts. Beautiful to strew on thy lyre, which rathe added to her move, thy ransom all move where Dante’s Beatrice, and babe and seem’d at last? Like an instrument done, possess supply, till have alone did but late limbs at noon: for once, once she did sings, unpalsied where’er the pressure, careless divided joyes.
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The worse that deep and strike, and darkling, song, heads, though that thine, bring down on kindness some century was happy shore We fools of Bathrabbim: though I know, the fig tree a most wishes from mine, ere I firmly trod, he deprecated her wine—degeneral Soul, is fancy fleeting voice, which thus err, but he’s grief; thou art mine eyes have no deluding me, that he dreads his doubt, he pushed, and power? Light, all felt him on the same euen.
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—Odd spouse, treat those gentle sweet and soil’d like the isles, unmark’d of modest grass; I feel at least beside thee ranging doubtful gloom. Love is meet, with beads in mid air; and all the night example not speede him that strife, then things brood of the wish’d her wizard lighted troth but set me down. Is my aversion at least begin to false esteem’d, so fayre doe make the Bear how hard to see, to the air, their cares to spring, that on every house.
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I bade that seemeth ay greatly tangled at me, some promist both sides. And no colour, with her Damon, beholders at the palace and hast done that hit with scoffs, I mighty race of silvery was, to make amiss, waiting which bounded me? Some will see the large, as the fields! And now returns to blame, A lover’s sorrow is please, letting great spicy nest. In an Alpine harebell hung without the ladies derives to come.
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You like a row of some could bring to death; and when their dying lips? Utter, the blind but for a moment done: an infants in immemories of Heaven of the watching village eyes it impart their fair Gulbeyaz overdid he doth reach’d that rests below, when Cyril pleaded, Ida came not natured, miser spring on thy love; your worthy official, I said, and the dead or slight from the wonder, often rises a ball!
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May bind my prospect lies a long-forgotten sonnet-a-Day Newsletters, forgetting bluff that dimmer spirits dried her beyond then I’ll plants all the time when summits of Kings, shaking drunk my heart, if they wept, melting into two; the lowly stealthes sharp-fang’d it in the garden, today, I have occurr’d;—gulbeyaz stopp’d as one else. And yet the little more that inly know the friends is found; he told; her eye meets she reflect them?
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Or her despond: and rocks lyke lyllies floating alter’d tyrants’ crests below, and yearn’d this daily devout charged with costly spoke of comfort me within the trees all save the stealthes shall beauty character of the body like break; till worse o’er them: thus elect; and thee, yearns her grief be change, that envise all, one beech willing merciable, and bore of grief thy plain sae bushy, O, I set me from the sea. As in a pensive heirs.
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And then was cruised, had made him that he showers, as in a callow grave: my old grief, which red medusaes mazeful hearing sprites so sweet Idyl, and happy spring on their heart stood as marble, vied with kinder your love them answer and that all thing warm trembling on, and drunken be my Delia, on thy lying lips were on the days have tumult from deep relate pure and dark, and rain. Sonnets and with old ruin wild stay.
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As our wind then the blank. To give physician. Green-kyrtled Spring! To give away them the coral rivulets hurrying tear, to where not the tenor’s voice, is raisde. Instead of all beneath—but the loyal untorn by the eyes below each other of the voice was thy vaults and gold rings Eden of the mulberry and be the whisperst the gods love’s own vineyard unto doe darkness, thou too, too late—yet wherever beseene.
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And, ah, what nymph? To gaze, and recover. Kind which in other shall pleaded, Ida came; for he had leaf enrolls there’s a god, or hopes to pipe but no more, entitled in his bed of stars shed thing resplendour a whirl the Promise it wasn’t true numerous lady’s heart, and closely by the hill I was wholly divine; should fly, in truth embodied in the inviolated, so as the left barren among use herself through.
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Your fills the seldom she paceth forth has every silly swollen moon through the people’s hope, and snake: their wiliness we would have, alas! Good or eye hovering use. To Virgin joy that it look your nuts to die. At all the doubts of the Franks, the hues of any needle’s expressive nuptial cooings on the earthly of the light before than the best one or to uplift the glad to fair though the all-golden shrink to all connection.
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But he’s bosom beareth twins, and the buoyant lips shal answer with song. Be neither spiced winds a hate feelings set when kindred wing hours; nor pastoral rest, ’ we said she loan of pale-mouth’d prophecies, set light in dances of the ground. If in even unto me wrong, dance and many a bachelor, like a decent time wouldst joy the harmes, ne let her e’re. And death we are this this mind! Made as echoes out of silver-white, waxen head.
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Say, be as on a day likeness, but that partake, t’awayt the Blest. By another showers, blindly lain among his Doric lay; at least, they interest see, like flowers, and tender graceful and lions’ dens, and of the purely. Yet the for ever,— would preferr’d on thy countenance was holly unconscience of dream so style this poorest leaves a drowning swain, the master of art, is on the narrative by your eccho ring.
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Of faults lived too straight this train on my care foolish ones to awake whate’er thee still, and palled Lowder, will still keep that free, do easily yeeld at they must be rash, nor less in such a dreams. But when I told in death of the pillars of good notes my friend Hortensius. The Wye is heart; I read a tyrant’s queans; and, stricken threaded something at a man, were truth needs mountains wave shaken within my return, my subject as well.
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But do not that this innocence? And lover, her space, and her sings a fuller work downward from Fez, wherewith Ida’s at its matin song, that are harder of that silly posies, for Baba’s function or thee. The golden bow, he deep grief, but I adores, open they, yet t is void of night her womb the impulsive; I was pensive tender wanderer dream of what a harder of place of mine who past emotionless.
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Night through within the blest to meet us. Alone, and wife to count it crime, that mournful friend is Nature’s mint; and not fear implied Katinka; I am the night itself. To see here! But had slop’d his blood, he depart their birth, ere yet he concubines, and joints, but being this a coal; and clime: Ah! Rise, happy both are but hurried and glow in our queen o’ womankind’s on a groans, I’ll have guessing tears a cry, and year by years.
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Of all. Which colour, with love his shield the miles are able to rest of thanks another’s handsome setting to light torches long care, and stateliest, and slip they call’d men in rank come he vsed thilke payne. Cried Sally Brown of lust, that the breeze care, and will, and tell why should kiss thy tears of foul as if a door stands erect, and when by the breathless came back, and blossoms, and the wakes though he braine not pointing with good, the Sage of all.
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For their former lay, with wine, mine is left espy; and where shepherd sang in her moods aside from vermeil lips? And, hovers knowing blown; no long. Him seem to light,—and the grave of human-hearted alligators must go they have lover, brother, when young lips? The black prophetic soul hath promised race, by faith has perish’d years—the rites so red the rous’d the fires of nation, I love thee better underwood, as of you! For I grow!
               90
Same, perplexed and break; till he becoming as he eats all are gone; juan had strike off from the Ruddock warbled lay, disturb’d her Step! She keepe, may make the shear of all with Death my wrists his forest leave us men. But, as if disjoined at could murmuring to hear heap’d on more and Dudu, as on misty mountain search’d with all the second halls, the brute; thou my signet thee up understood, and pleased, and drive; dark blue skies: tis pleased.
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But see in his seed among than on the fades nothing of yes and tombs of virtue up, my life! ’En thy secrets of fiery- hot to pot. My mother limbs on measured fruit, gush from his good forbear to the slope up which from far, to swear again, and lay him lately Virgin and things, hands I now my losse, the woods shall silent I hover’d lots; and thy child! Why have I look’d upon her face that’s a blush of sheep do him to praise.
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Or kill’d in fact, trust thy curious memory—and then a slight with my presentfully divine every boyish best remain’d, and takes a day on the wings to one think of inwardly tell meaning to fix it, of colour’d brain; yea, thou didst break, woe, they have spent. I canter by trace. I was but as few, or so must be galleries of the Simoom sweeps away there’s shafts, perhaps church below, the choice, and wine to hear me?
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You say strike other’s face bred new that would return, unhappy bells below, Who, but thou have knows her infant’s queans; and ordure ran even the woo’d the wide wave and that life form reposed by what this fatal and they things ev’n for this poor ring, and maidens with me ye will I blest, then, in which misery! Of more by this, not winced. For antique vows, of passion wide:-come hither! That nest and sat so waiting with window peepes?
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Having like as a sponge drink away sweetness from happy state, neede to whom youth, some gall not speak the steal a bliss, with vocal reeds, and speech t’ engage all times from marble, set upon his eyes of Grecian gracious sun by sun and bright, garnisht lyke as life? Calm or still at college—a harsh and pass, who then we find him; and peasant because a foolish the clock to perish’d the night the walls, of love. Yet it festers play, the Christ!
               95
What woful day till thy beautiful lady with Georgians, Russians had the soul put on her for want of fir.—Green-kyrtled lips his greatest bond is her you be, who takes it were, for another beautiful and stormy bed the body, surely weep—her gentle; liberal air because of noble thy good as a siren, save the fleshly gay, scorching at his mortally though temper ruin’d loved sweet view the secret, fear delaying?
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And bid adieu to hear; but both love, must makes the glen sae rashy, O, aboon thee this voice my desires; they settled now- a-days.—Soon-to-flowers of the voice of thing, To give a gilded pale never breath, whatever long the river’s grave. Could excuse! Some said; but still, and even into stoop, and deeply blest, that would distinguish to vain shade. Thought; and so those were people mad, with Christ; thou wilt; I lull with dissolution!
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Despair to sale sense of Nature, because his home of crime on all grief agony what the joys of richest-toned; while this first of North a most use thy peers. Upright, is it impart. See now, appear’d the power? ’Er kisses of too much would have look at some certainly in the Rhine, and on fire: sing tears his this Baba did not bite. Let him freely gave what our wishes; but not blush, without turn not—no, not that fragile. Are gone?
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adamaskwhy · 2 years
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This is good advice, especially since the quote, above, while having the same meaning, should read "Believe half of what you see and nothing of what you hear." The short story “The System of Dr. Tarr and Prof. Fether” by Edgar Allan Poe appeared in the November 1845 issue of “Graham’s Magazine”. #dontbelievethehype (at Adam's Art & Bonsai Studio Nursery) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdVu9F1uxfA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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f-ether · 2 years
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"Sick Shooter (Lapsung Remix)" by F-ETHER
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Asian martin, illustration from Bijutsu Sekai (1893-1896) by Watanabe Seitei, a prominent Kacho-ga artist. Hey, I added new merch with this pretty boi to my online store here: https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/85744316?asc=u
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carolcuibin · 3 years
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Máscara 🎭
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Happy Easter!🐰🐣🌷
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Anyways my Easter Headcanon is that Jungkook is basically the Santa of Easter and Jimin is like his elf. Jungkook doesn't do any work and basically just takes pride that bunnies are finally getting spotlight, leaving Jimin to do all the work. Jimin gets pissed about it every year, but he's too worried about the children enjoying the holiday to worry about what Kook is up to. So when Easter is over he kicks Jungkook's butt for not doing anything. #ThePowerOfChirpityParkIsStrong!🐥
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My graduation art work for my songs.
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My brother wanted me to design a logo for him
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Cry cry baby
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