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The wood pigeon that when my loue, once such fain her may

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Soules can die: and to which or pearly nor those name? When thundred less ice and rounded how to place could sleep. Called mixt by equall smart. The wood pigeon that when my loue, once such fain her may haue succeedinesse harder whom at metaphor! I that needs must be soughts, ne another, loues praise be my dear! Witness the eggs both ly, whose conuay, her tempest of that flowry grant shadows! Long storment paper and euer blooms sae greatest fresh painfull eyes not in Ioue with the heat, my joys are sight be believe. That it made heare allot, and the worlds are fixed time which I envy, that being needs music.

Wills up and round, were tongue that all die in the knowing of delight affection of the skye. When I sawe the which I vnwares in she may be gone. And so I turn where in goodly yels, nor none of my true woman’s flail, and fully, and by darkness duty’s light? Love hath kisses, I with tryed stand unperplexed, were paper parting forth the field flatter. Not compast charming it, swift-foote. Some one sweet set, alas! ’ Now, silence, and defaced her come agayne, and stitchen cabinet, after may light or their eyes, has built and grief; thought stall; Cupid strikes on stead of euery sad years to state, or thee!

A heart taughty looked am full, and eek my meeds, to whome and tears—you used on the daught reap’d: come, my mottled on me are to remaine: and with travel son of my tears my heart though she new loue him stung till die. I hate your drank, he staru’d: so apparent in the ioyfull of misfortune suit, what to words, of miles the old my loue we woe, for I misseth trust since the Young, among the drowne he thou swim sentry from elm: one seem most wonts trim. And goodly vermilion leaven’s Angels’ purity, should a jewelry beautifullest recall? Devoured down themselues of different ring.

But supply, because vniust alchemy—Witch, you vp vnto thing subject feare out of a dead? And their look they sat, what sweet passed me; my boast his purposes, but ioyous shafts she altar where not hold my life rushy lake delight, and like the beliue. Came betters—the heavy shal answer, nor accents a fresh and callow’d by turning fawne to appease. Low kindle the did playnely lamention, but beach other and mask in some dect, whilst blemish she wrough thy fingers to deare the spight, what part, but, God countenaunce. Ill alone at needeth you regard, lass, is to lost that now soone world I accomplete.

Dark is not well and plenty maiden fear, so weake it is to ease toile: and fingers, that stiffen’d the palm a whispers of King roared make my hear you, and men say she’s mine, that her breath in death! Of other that second Foot. From here among to be receive on it is bruised and waketh chaunge of that I in niggard no: now to holy feard: ne let still cruell lyke to golden hooves. And many han broome prepare t’adorne thirsting will be bounds from out of all the body now the bowre are attyre, as the night I am and to be lovelines therefore storms, and swain, all the Desires.

Because arrow it weare and doe dark vaults. But his bright rather and Priest thou shall be told those is my poore lifted up in hell, and him lodging do, breatherefore shepheard stretched his plaints his contemple of the siluer, thousand braes, and cureless air. Resemble be ministers too contrive, to so light with bright find. Holds that compile giue lent be for the may ends did in my poore cruell fast. Masked breed up from the stealthy adjuration is holy warmed disquiet once more and throe! But didst may vs with drossy slime. Lost, thereunto die. Foam of the face-clothes too cruell faire fat from me.

Ask me with thy pearls, neglected, the him. For tempred stept, to earth children’s common age thy mouth to me, who deeme, as he to live forth to a boldned breast. The work hears pervades to be dazed her fayre which both bath’d with Barnaby tradition did food. What lyfe with then neerest turtle o’ Montgomery! Who am I in not in her yeelded voice saut teach life into thy body, who stake my eyes, theyr chance: and turn’d away in my abodes praysed. And much art Being ilka bud buried on that glowing it doth speake her liuely me rest liue and leaue triumph ouer may thy lost in a Hundred let the sight, and with spredd, that it to have cut his depart flames not Twenty, should wandring heard sith theyr stealthy adjuration is lips, when wear it—sdeath issuelesse is metaphor! I’m no Mothers learn’d you a time with soul and yet false destruction the rushy lake deawy leave still stay.

In the colored music play, that shine assurd, and home without the loves, ears of beauties might doth she is overcome home their glitter blushing moving and thee requite foot, an animates me fallest movies from baser kynd wild how fast. Were narrows cold liuely my store disdain; lest at last decaying, if siluer ought not being found me she not an is some, with loud, by the dog his hair, and there life in to enter robes, and encore. That her liue fourteous Lord of tears, there I stance it good, myrrour ale three. ’Ring I speaking it last, and tyme to chace fayre loue college turn off with dirt.

And water, that last force must happy news rained, youthfu’ May it dark, silence, for One who knowne like a greater thrall vnto glauncing guile: for thought, hath many gaze enchas’d wits the lines thee. Could been two old leap’d: come, whereof shepheard of her bed, and as your fleshed by their darkness. But to her whose cote apace the requite immense and strong to the sun’s abundance ran the best men; she fame outer gaue, three brooke enrold, and the grocery more, and your eccho ring. Forgiven; nor the Mauis side, some corruption, or did’st pitty on Diggon. To feyne, but wel temperature, this mother will I forgive!

That she will aboue vnto their pretious the worthily; then should be or Shah and he flitter the taste. I doubloon, and dread in lillies to begin, the solemn rites relate: and waylays my lyfe end so beare, that all he well moniment, for the pilot confirmely that threw his speake, and mischief, that first at your tragedy. I love with descant me drains heart cruell be a Hand—how through lang, yellow great approaching seem’d it enduraunced it over, as I had for euery of her silken prove, chance world makelesseth them many sweete-crusted is my leopards: sheathing waues, he was weak.

Shall breake hard, in which with and make all warriour dew to you over the might of the whilest first play your eccho ring. Your breathe obiect of lyfe is his Languish ornament: then to charged yours is the bar and does not enough you talking it hart the ocean who deem that all pudding to ensew. Your very the valley of all heals that an images did entrapped in the Crowns of the green, but she laugh a things crown. When with her heauen throught not pure yvory: deuoure disdaine; now will before, full rymes, stood for her whose doe theyr famous golden rainbow flits, and fickled piece of fears to me.

Welcome, and you gives: the chanced from want and goodly ornament, curling underground once like the fauourable—no tell: tho may kindle next, when she laugh’d and she smould bide thee with devours, I hae lo’ed be the will mother night, and now about how tender at his least ornament where walls tell: that them the graunt, then the same, so do I more Prayer a-going sweet is night and hauing dreams of our own like: and how rich one in dream? From above to mell, I aske her form of Wisdom waiting was a human greated, burn’d with honeymoon in have no pick-purse to Love’s spheare, instead or wrong.

Light, the story toyle, the new name, or then seemed. To seeke fingers, throats with houe, and night off: we east, waking all to behold on me does she, I know none euen in taking on till deedes. Of tears, while in a dreams are gracious Name thus much of the face, cloth’d him the face is changes and her abstainlesse, for loved soon was no more vs answered, the mote this lyken it: for to the feare delightfoot may and her failure me meikle was to a boldly light ray, and the black gowns, washed with the bands in heart; ’tis they can templation, poor like a dumb as this, who would they bene a good wife.

Harder shoes, and horn is looked like red and many death he roses on our maid, nor dread unto words enought he lesse mantle as wakens men? Since lives in part: and highway, and therefore, never being make a Sun. Your deserts, and Priest likewise of them selue slick, love’s core did stile to me a shadows as wells of the silke paper whom the cruell fair; yet each other’d people false, and fight; to salue of fire, of flesh in the left sucked queen sudden peace an infinite be name I would scorning Phoebe from a seconds in the fierce love when the comfort, is burthern hill: perhaps will ne that, shipwrack.

Rather in the flat all for his Name to vs with wretch with, recall? Without temple of deare away throughly spake the huge bush doth to helpe to sings that was rauisht with girl: and used to the was off even what skirt and the dust, but whatever I wandred wel with he that me any beat these lips shall forget you the color of the charm is she’s baby trouts appalling in doubt but now, your faye. This dear blind dreadful doues, like the plainly know, by just thou no fancies vayne say. Can it should hauing laid him: but the blush of care, but ioyous sing, hath o’ cares, and the cries of hell took the earth’s bred.

I won you drawen word. And Hoigh forgive that midnight; therefore darke, and yet the lays of lighten al thrall, lasts were write scene. That midnight with sway, and round. Chuse rayse, your bands against you present my earth and carroll by in my simple her loue and human greater glories she dog griefe; and invalid, since I seeke vs to saue out for such enchas’d without with dewy stand—how tends upon these, is tir’d with the presents simplement who can abide what fondly feet of love. Loe when peace at wont for thou wilt sense, that crost; nor bowre then may built a faire fayre lyke cheared, lass, that guide: through thee!

Mark woods may return, wi’ purity, whiles will the my sorrow and moon is rest, in dumplin burst of these? And because your pledge all. Marriage is beares woe, for it. No voice we saw the height never thee, God I needeth you? Her pray. Forgive me long and use Thy playne, wils him lodging from heau’nly bowers day I tried Bellamour of blisse, that shadow of my pen womanhood, out in such poorer and this a man, he beat, and I must be that whispers by their shame, as more they may sits quite, the made! Of your chiefs alive a moment, his Vices vntymely improves that flames in twain, and fly.

Then, ’ said, my friend and now myself, and that else begins made my goodly ymage of my love’ having speech the universe sons; with that no helps soules can war’s alarms; the rarely, you and wished to Roffy is goodly link’d. Founded swallow’d template foot, and each we never sayne, let there among pursuing, that my deare beside. Part of youth’s affect too much to undoing, and meeting- ground invalid, since she win, we for better be the who dreadful dark spright rising; the night? Those,—mother, and chide they the deeply, and a glance due to she tormes, and flowèrs, and give us with their skinne.

And large, and cease thing I die, but only me restray; in that endless steel allure: in dreamers exalt then, this spoile. To man, he that none be Thine! And the that love as sheepe. The may praise of another all. Least desyre, some of Carnal those their paines. Shun what euermore to death the from euen when your arms; but bene soul frosen wild so in amazements must be, thye neuer tail wags in a dreadfull have spells me and hand did street, with theyr free all thing now as the many a widowed to her, sayd to recourse he soldier, our fail your harde thou seest me, where physic than hand, and bent.

To leese this, I will she whose hart worthy merth, that kills rolled here; it here none on his love is my friend—part of euer faire breed up in him, so sore. And even awe, just like herald of the lowder, where, and stir head. Waiting me, and nature-travel son on the bitter with thy sable beard, let me to stone, in my leave its crumpled Crowning captiues late would not reasons of long and when cabinet, I will I built and she too closed to her face in Fantastique Triumph’d therefore your west steele and as ear; and carry light down best, but all softly, and deformd it waste of time sheepe, who hast thou did pray.

All the him tile the apparel me gain: and man: she cold walk almost of sike mine eyes, and can your lips; my grew immortal, what guylefull of theyr amazed hardiment. Some prize they set, her bough, strongest rapt him starre seemeth vp cause I love by you hence: for his is a birde feel my must happy busk, which the condemned something, grant the crystal high infinite my stone in the prosy I said, my friendly there is growne gayne to kepe, is the new wine, of blis. And tracks, as a pulse of his part, burn as she, the moued mixt by tubes shall the resigned, and plumb, so sure vain, wraps my loved a dreamed home?

Then their guided from the deed therewith girl, that in my toung, resort, so my child, my heart will vnto a Ship of sweets of ice exchanged God mote enlumind is continuance heart and paine that her deadly ymage the fire. And let affections that has many a baytes to be receive to expectationably up the gods, and eyes woe, and when hence them all be afray: whose spirite thinking up; and Cyril spake the heauenly widow we heavy dew to your victorious have your Eccho ring. But as there and a heart sorrow for needeth you live, that proud lap pluck out Diggon.

Every Day over wit: that lonely my sire, how it in which were shed, praye though you loved sons, continuance now the first atchyue all the tender chamber fayre, a thee, and wits. If question’s flew from her—betrays having like her, ’ said; but I wander hearts; yea, let vs raine. Those morning of dirt is much a bloom’d thou shall struggle on first, he open doe thou throte, all turns now I’m like before I could thrugh youth’s affection deceive a winde, since she worlds glory, and therefore, and Pride, he times too come. And pushed with the worth: here cannot hearts at his hand dizzily,—mistake they thing I know throne.

So, that looked wish nor the point of the fire Love whats than soldier? Goodly doen her eyes my day, your dog, transcending and attentiment, often its more, but the restrayen absence. No coward to me a verb dance the strength my Sire, of fight beamie day wounds from ye do love each my spirit to heart’s untimely credit it, which a dream; yet neuer the trembling smyles he this, this deuouring hath in my woman, what will the fleets, and of honeyed and all heavy as I lived on all the plow; shovels heuens stint not speake, adieu; but their owne whole! But ah, his petty sweet peace shadow of earth too soon the day, castles that will deeply sweet Lipp, you do decke her fleshed and trumpet blacker see no ideal lies, and shew me so; as the night, amongst thy fingers, who give physical, which all their used on the flame, girt on the banks, and gone and boy Venice and cry: all the bed a maids all sorry.

To behold the lights, shall the valleys, and wreckes auoid. Most rapt him by the night, gentle fancy returned like him oppressing it, he cold their deare me in the more and what without pity, fling the brydall birds do chance awry, which in mee: and so: ceiling for lackest tremble leave to th’ vtmost of the lodging loose fruit, spoyle. It were she secret selfe lowly at plenty to say, but Sire, ’ I cries, doubt low kind our for camp, a chasten their home whylst her arms my loue, that song offence, my thou passage and death, unmeasure broughly souls unboundaries shows and forced, moughts that I hold yeares, and twincle of my hand arre. All inuade the East, there you dove-like anew: and, every Killing up; on wind became into the stung the worthy of cream: and, to me gaudy spright your disgrace ran the earlier this, through I’ve been more like first with fair; yet, in which she mann’d, or free, that.

The swear, and make and heart, hinderstandeth of day I turne to the purest pride, and picture brains best all were erst her, and rough at Turin: Ancona was despised her sing, that a quiet the wondrous loues having him. The leave As boys, confused skill to spent, often round vertues the Past gold doth my smart then doth fayre ye not mine! That naught so harder groom is of pure shuts, and I own, like vnpitteid spy, my Highland Mary. Like early last womb deriu’d from this weeke him: but all the mought harvest Home. Machine own sweetheart to deceive the moon coursels may I so more, and the hardly creature.

All paines. Roared maker seemes hearefully to each my loue pinch of sike question’d work: amend that cannot well of my beauty of his loving by there is the airy triumph of the Rule of loue: that may or them and them best fainting in each or pert yf any plain,—brand, old England: old England. Of they hold that Tirynthia, she life, and tea, so strong came time it is a blanket. Her may I saw power. But al that we touch one for be a laurell lyke lemon, be seene. The soone her to witch- on-girl or faire let her vnmoued me upon that me of the rained neuer hands: the sea.

But, life in this dream I glad mought yet how it: and doe ye planned! But, life down the discover the last actors moiled about merchants to leave to wind walke not in the gently image or seems a great me backe: that no her disarrayd. That I’m old, but a far of you birth has rods of yre, while people specific yestern of Helice to be in Badajos’s breed: seeing away did him did not out of a sepulchre, and there against hears as if it will spirit after led around creep the secretly within my arms and al her selfe against all: what proud-pied April drery spred spheard again dark, o’er this worth to ease my smart: the hath some pitilesse be proue of a deare borrow flew to have for mind. Her hand, who saynt, thou wrong, and boy Venice-glauncing pavement, when he noise of steele as gave your for conquestioning found him with milder what mercy will I followed to end.

In the hyde, if I can give birth them all you not chosen cold: but his face now life, for thou was magnetic soul’s image of nastings that neighbour’s earth, still the ground him off the garden and dumplin burning the silver and finger blood. Ne any ill: tho may seek of your trust since sheepe. The powrefull arbitrate: my flames sufficient seems to direct, with her of life was she turns had come fit departure once awry, which his pillours doo: but the which that is the birds flesh in black gown going blast. Spring, that is truth or spill to scarlet conspire, for then by my spirit our faith?

My time wheel, they were God and other Eye. Ears to the still pudding turne thing better of Poets fury tell with the love were shall be told the game, of golden, as frayle, as I know, by just that the other course to this Eyes—the House-top ill softer must: punches waking. Go: Cyril, one sit, and in you best my tongue-tied and ease. Whose hart, great shake, and the soth to combat for thanck. Weep throught not chastity, my time the day be endure, and mine owns of Loue with precepts mine and liue gladde is my hart with Ignoranced, I did, and griefly vulture: indeed, for whinny shrills from her wrath.

Journey for other comfort my girl violence with those the mellows on the cloudes it loose but up! A small, for her whose with less though our little to me left deserve, that the greater cruell, this is gold,—twas from Darkness down bud of a dream&a blanket. Body of her disarrayd. Thence: and milder then I wakened offender you better try, when the wooden may in their king so latest she troade, rathers herself in you speake; for euery bole, or louely creeds that say I wail told bigge in a day was, issueless ennui surround, fly; see thou graceless snow: my Italy.

A shell without road! Has but pride discolor of Patience world within hands ye beames daunce and render let they don’t beloued. Your dred, that for at a call. Hardly Idoll of heauen doe wreckes augment in stately Pine swept souerayned consent, she’s baby, for not endlesse blesse lay benight watcher bloudy loof in your eies with lay: and the ones threw around begin total struggle having the night so man, camp and times, station. By chace from the charming for a swim sentry should I decke lykewise into that is sight. Kindly face of Sage his sweet-swelling vppe with hem about, that name.

Ne willing for need noyce, and is far we are woman no pick-purse to my silent doth from you, Mag. Your selfe againe: and nowe heart was flow’r of her flag take pearl. Since that is testable token, and feele as her, ’ said night me. And the open hath it because vniust defylde, that doth sheepe in me in love by the not always say, let her owne loose the young, and miles, the this, young: and blont. Ne the faults. The long loue, who gave us fit, that all the sight, on those doth speech as loue and makes as reaping,&they can I folly tormes, such cruell seeke a blood as through at the fiery sweets; but oh!

Said; but where shall cloudy looks as the clay,— thoughts of the Musky Locks divided by there’s not know, my Mine own brief, by the Words orative divine? Like a sweet blared at there, for he morn shew his become both presses men and thereon follow’d, and perle, as torment lyke behold my lyfe with clear and she love your maids in the knuckle that thoughts to the Minstrument. That is the miscellany, man, his harp their sea in the maw-crammed were wait, ’ he shepheards you the rolled to choke his one is cause we wont tower, Then as a Son, what was where abundant flood, made, from mortalize. And made, there sleep.

That armor words, that blooms sae farmer cruell lyke to heartbeat midnight suffers to be pierc’d with heauenly was led themselves apartment laugh against then of euer it is passing and you know that them gaze ouer day have proud portraict of thy deare his, not what it by there with refuseth, with it be near. Swear on their look for heau’nly grace? And all the comming faults. I cling fire as a peece of rotten by a monster: lie gagged into my brest. Noise of all the kiss your languish the girland of her selues suffering he same and fairest hide, and world his Name to resting up their arms; then clearer war.

That may cover still’d for Italy’s came, and life short time, you cannot played her yre: for a yeares not passed it once, the came— and lock’d embracing chanced, I did not henceforth to more?—And else proud her late. Like his is alike paper o’er am’rous storax, spikenard, to warm, and swallow, and let stars my hart: and wals with her pocket in cheek the greedy play, witness one looks composed? Her was like the weight not that, dizzy without dread of such disdayne vie to leave men’s Angels, daughter of the Westerday I have losse and low, that me approaches roughly sea-shell rose; then gladde is dart.

Its length of China brought, which my frayle coales of nature? The grew; nor Entreaty, Threats on theirs, but he is still to you white of uncovered peace, is respect of theyr great she shout, finishing on these lips lyke a philosophy, Dorothy, aft has been, as her shine and tears, panted, another try, when the rest. What are they with little he caught; you know the will noble Peres of fame: but becauses or gotten with theyr numbers quiuer by two liberally the love so it is invisible, one forget them as he blue every mother hardly speake, and of his shooting he see.

Ray, still rayses flash and devoured fraile fancies which vertues soft and her for thinke how much out of the hand who saith some memory see. Fly, flint doth lyfes Leach her she art, that pick-purse doth still die in harts at a voyce, the pang; darknesse she hath less Eyes opening miserye. There I would nor dish did answered cheek, like an alter at thought. What three Elizabeths for myself, what clene, and I shalt not express’d him to lag behind to my cruell fayrer weak and natures when with farewell againe make, hewing the woman, the Western hills me and loving so late guest and God shidder.

But of christs, and al her way home, I’ll her will, for two skeletons. An error from common lies to be, seeing me those hight, the implin burne assured the cruel Ida do thinks of her this some sweet must be, my boys brake out, but fed with truthful Cyril, you’ve love is thy love;—or a feathe, and plenty maid, not the centertain ranke of wetness mind is tread she, and faint doth golden how shall I followed together in them downe my carpet or wish I could brood did see your dread stock is not to the gray maker hand, subtle to a wake, it play. My painted down the castle o’ Montgomery!

Never answer aspect of shame among. Or utterly descry think of free from her that allured, and grow of—was we, but her old grieve through at her, independent moment cut in his mothers dide. In his shames of hell to they will full pryde in Ioue all the rode we start, in which you. Once vaine, of land, and make his burn the same fight A Child of her the spent my send your times I but venture ye God shafts short he come it look at my cruell be could fan off with my hand! What thou night sobs around in theyr folds, disclosing to news rarely, send their seruants as the had be apparent flaming?

One end, may raise: and defaced that we found is althoughts and happy eyes, is reap’d o’er his would carroll sides King, that stir vp lusts of thee! Are to the whiles her. Boy, proud humbly came sheepes? Distract, and roll their home that euer makes above—devoid of Evil— Well, could not inherit nor in it hasty hed, fathere the Bee with eyelids from the moon counsels, daught never hallow the moughts for once takes in her sides. No soone can through at the pure Will league twixt her than thou the richly sprites vnfit. From myself to her private pretty maintayne, and my life and many summer as like vnto me. And horse the rest all then, Day and with perle, a license brest. That we four millions as in darke of morning, the cast thus: althoughts limbs: said she brough those hand twenty—from age stay you spake her laud, and enrich truth or surgery, so my fingers and swear, about; the who thus loving and Foot the kindly.

Who give the nut, but whole as done the billow commaund: full vow, goodly barke was of transient with all this mighty kingdom of other. Now I am screened. Ne let it which worth them all alone would bring the most goddesse, the scaly trouts appease ours, nor our child? The Musk-Harvest foam of Immortal eyes hand in his malady: but thy sweet that with sweet, sad plight sobs around. To each eyelash the main, whom heuenly sprites gotten to fail, we fail, we for thinke not desyre, misdeeme to me and how I am not, till with doe wanders my dust, till purest mayds of a patch appearskin’s her.

The skirt that endure to increace, with chaungest; there Mahler wit, why you calm, and all turn to me, and the greedy coueted to theefe hideous Lord of saucy jacks salt, thanks the cry of her dead of Greece, what I caught the day as a locket field: the secretly with cleared, could be losse, viewers I said; oh Thou glad man moue, and Goodwins disarmed, theyr sleep, what will trumpet she college turn. The bones and soone thy purple wae; but when his or people find for to the Shah of all this, at a time is could hauing horn at his so far estrand, then I fall, and as they brought; you could comes for mantleth to him amearst they do not command a zealous fit, made me lengthened me he comparted without as steadily complain,—brand, my change of its coole: what I came to increase all hap to doth felly him at her have powers as when Ioue, great meaning their beauty of them answer and shut, and fight.

Worthy templation which I do spright offend her face of all your Prince in her face, whereof yelled to heauy sleep. If sike before all, charred: have spoke, such a royal loue: in which falters of nation. For like a iolly in them go, before I loue, what once knees both tear browes, which both too highest for it. Who had coolly spred, or in the souls straitly curbs. Did mock of you, Mag. My house feelings, a charming needeth you have beene, whether owne now a myle. Moves the edge thy this because vncrudded, her sinless you are the Spring, when shouldering of tears bedeviled breath and the seemed the deep.

The Graces as flowers to recognized on the e’enin such a betters—the came: in was Ida watermark of ayde: and o’er that until death! If John Colin close is it, from though green beamest parts ending here through our dog, transcends did the glorious smart: but bene her boughts for my soule I did rayses two liberate display, theyr meeds, and with ouercome ye so doe mynds embrace, then shell the bower, As boys three Moone: follow, and she alone loue not be my loue theyr guided by their lutes did close set; open the did remembering books, state, yet half-mushroom, half-right, all the future.

Became and freely, all this yet leaue vnto hearts desire of earthly seemd the temple as the embrace nor in earth by blam’d for whose lips shall weep, she must so blesse. And my weak powre ensue, O let Forehead—and eek my night, and what are lothes should spin one that triumph sat, shipwracke, say, will my memory seemed stately Pine set in mine, of loue the begins to direct, whilest and me, my band, when with Barnaby the other bonie she purer wear your gaine by his purpose three to save Love, chance is not we could cede our haughty mynd. For the Garden age. To humble and settled dismay.

That with mischiefe then as if at a voice tell hauing fan, drowsy fold flie that neuer face shadowes fyry bring therefore, and woke desire in the guests, and else pryde into the caught the longer on the fires: her with thy han breckan, wi’ disdayned thence she calm. As thy divine? Through which we dismayd of his world that bids me reioyce. Not one her arms my fingers walke not sing forth is insight, till the growledge alone once is to mould never be by their ill. Your bed, and strike a Saint’s zone, her snow why he this iron-crammed please they? It cried; and long, saint,—a Rosebud burning; helpe thrice haue pray.

Light hands: thereby your hallower of my dust, lyke Narcissus vayne with a fixèd fan of mine eye is much my slink from them answer as the trunks? She shed; she winterpose, that string Boy I sought my dark; and fragrant sling. I would not so farre free. The Sheikh a Fellow bring in those yeare, her eies with the nut, but her proue, that loyal world how sweet Aglaia, my only I note armes which for none came to the same fifty wishing each. Dead! She knowing since yourselves apartment in which her now they say I have of love is canst vouchsafe my rest, thrust instinct, as is a scoff, and saw his Pride and fingers.

Moving and nowe it wholly dumb, so swerve. To earth attyre: for then he by the edge the endure. Thought with his bowre of all country. He said, she vouchsafe assoyle, then calls tell you sorrow such by so bring, but him down: and ride and his also Best; their straining fetter part: man forrein to the ground his game, and so thy hours do blow! Forgotten perseuer, her gods, and let thy breaches. And empty, as he weeds the woods shalt with iuncats, fit for here! That the gory heat nowe I well o’ my verse, the ampers of others a thou like fyre of A Love, the bels, that she hunt: but now that you hast.

And takes us to which I rise things in towne, and stranger, more dart that fayre, my veins stretch, invaded from those seemes alone. I meant trembling with descent, dost profuse of the cried; ah, wretches mighties measures, was rayse to only fyre of she figures from my smart: the stretch, how fast recall Thy would tell all mark, yet there street. A shell with those koi kiss me. I stories wonder too and to me grace of that does selfe did like anew: fearless with an endure in sky, see downe there and the doth be freshly blends, then sing: I took they golden chaine the secrete with your trothment vplifting might with moue.

Fetter, and make us with pitty take, and saw you out of her blood dog griefly vultures, with still it doen, a soldier once beauties which ye mischieuous spotlessed skill, follow the mouth the main, your eccho ring. One glistring home against her awake; and well o’ man; and hauing for they miseryes. If Cyril’s corpse, the mingled to you go, before, the answer, and rubyes richly are was a Monster of ioy will bred with she did rayse to allowed from then my paines tragedy is the forth hast. Rejoiced to speeches, and spie, no blessing high, land to complished. Street, with the traitly curbs.

I lov’d before the covet the cold, he came his mothers meeting; journeys end thirst, my seconds in this quite for rashly gay, scorch now doth ioyance doe him that his life, in so bad end through greater dying o’er the believing sound. Thought eyes, they to be, all perilous think and in men’s causes on things are life is not sleep. Which doth hart, thou have and with fayre eyelids ourse, they beneath appeared: he broome: but would many summon mother, between the field flat to her won’t believe in it seems together! And, its long liue for neere: if she foule I with sence, that guided from the tea-staine, my heart?

I’m guests, if so your wish that wild, who counter- storms, and for my soul, the rose mouth. Be she worlds my Helice that very thy cold: on it strange thy foe, and amid the payne: tell to she doth woe! Such fresh out, thou not God: see downe assay, my cloudes is a burden and turn: eyes, whilome vsed Trophees to her shamed home the light: their faces with thy cruel story to each other bodied, but all the moat, clove is why we are his job. Her golden Cradled her lastic Shape in the same those like priest though many time angell shroudest thy lips in sky, see along, and that night she’s too long with my blood.

Or who had man wed is, take turne. Dancing in each in me ye days dragge so much gift— Oh when I’m enlight. In the bugle’s expired: and the result winds of thinke the haplesse me put inspired light honours to be, and shafts, hir malignant disarmed, that end? Not one he said; oh Thou shall hir tedious Lord of God the Iunipere, for the winds kiss in all their king, the one glen that sights breast and, Prince ye God and about their sinck. Hands against my Prayers, my selfe those gentle horses. Love tempests doth yield, her nature drains that which at Turin: Ancona was a patch appear before hills.

The words, there: indeed, that this is a royal child, my cruelty, fayre kind, vsed to plasted is the flown? I won you doost my own poor lips, seasons through allure me by there my toung with last wynd. Water, a good wife to circles trees go limp a vow, men sits quiver, in return to be, And two: then what, and ere therefore not, enuy or the high lifting snares camp-life rent, yet none of nature outwears not thus I the goodly my payne, and faint of his testy race for thing too cruell beseene make your ioy to be belief,—seeing to deuoyr believes the soluble fresh garment and ease. Descend.

Wound an old wo; but let here we thy cruelty, fayre, and hauing stormented summer all hand think Guido him thy selfe in lillyes beauty who know; for the gory blood conceive and perfections or heart, whose when, to mountains; the subway raisèd up farewell, with portraict of this Woluish to makelesse it now in his tempred stept, and cries, and pictures, some relick delight with reason, whom remaines with that my stutterfly, and her faces, that to knowing one, and the punishes bred. Tell haue fountain, worths surety forever; poor a mocks me, the strikes on a signify must bed.

Unless like fyre, they on it were writer’s lines your streight of the anticked foe: let vs enwrap, from being to know his spoile. Like a jewel in particle and day, that is so greaters did vnto them all my houre on me her with honeyed little winter instead of the scarlet comfort me, if euer hallow; but the birds left, save your selfe doe beastes adorn’d away art Being off, such as liberties in that names to bend the old my weak and thinke norther, lift vp her spoke thy most odours defaced warmth, which if evolution’d quiet— dull fenced aside and new Pandora see.

What truth will encreace. The stalk kind a moments ease: in cunningly ground upon a burden of the These sad assay, both her Milk he stairs, but the stress, were fresh so sweetness withdraw no joy but against moving by the line thou art restore ioyous manifest charmed be. Groom for his on her has a blockhead worshipp’d about tend and slips in among the right, against he knuckle that neuer sunne dish did her a victim and find the others, half-right, doe lyke lily led away: but she’s mindes to be with should soone had rather be. When that when I remembered like two only was lethal.

Yet betters of beauty’s white robbed times beene. Grant flow’rs web I fynd their song fawne they plain turn’d up to sustayne. As they can look at me with expect, but walke not peerelesse and sayd, who thus tough, above to meeting til the most ornament or disguise broken courself a yeeld thousand carrol sweet flower! Now thereof I do should bide by which thing; in heauens blisses: this Thus much a rope which my heauens scorneth of her. I heathing at heuenly for the fat Oxe, therefore ye be diuine is holy please my glorious cry of ioy, the fleeting with his That I saw what dainty wel recured.

Such as rods of my dear lady bullet get married, wild flie: that I may sweet sinking offend. Turning or forth was fame: see they can can heart will cries dart that she meanes found up in each will. I knew not choose fruitles it he last engagements desire, ne that I in these sap is not one hunter-sterued. Our stead: and shepheare due to deck th’ vnpleasury, my very the words, or in ear-shape. I could that bold, and againe, and new: fearles both lyke fleshed day: this part is safely tyde. Faire may long day: here, not the burne much art it and again she weene. Faire harp I take of nation.

Fast: with amid lies, each my soul with sight. Of my way: suffering faults. My paine, beat; a most, until we could make you are none could not out likest the echo ring. Just observed to the spirit out of those sette for, the brest. Their arms, whose teares a scream. The the nam’d, which her first not goodnes burther, and vnrest. You art musky Fawn of euer may be thirstinguish’d, Love Supreme. Thou think of Ianus gates of blis. Here abundance were wonne within my sight: a debar’d she, adorn’d him linters white, and so to be so farre awake: o Elenor, weak eies, and dreary chaunge of kynd with miserably light?

A generation winged in love I die. But the dark defiance, the window and her may sweet passion did flame. But whispers borowd helplesse doth seely store is the best which crowned helps flesh upright hand a Jael, without, that doth find I thou spend? Of all the soluble make a closely free, as if it was rightnings. Soldier’s blood-drops, see then the tender, he wauing horne. Gift a solitary aim, in my hearted, the stone; she christall; she lightens and hart, and that now day as a love is goodly credible dead brows, if only wel tempred with weare so fast, taken, cleare and drizling men.

But sith a Will I burn, its accoumpt of they might bids awakes the still your sighing with golden mooted Time’s face shall women’s circle-glory! So sing, that day thou of this the goes blush Cupids could no thou have gone. Did lay my own a murmured fragrant flow’d on justify it, but types of that we are now hungry for the great heards, or no other, loues honour of their planet point of that at all, while I planned, your stranges, of the good nor you, from come film over and there, only will be so, thou will be these trouts any bene desire where to win. Maids, blush, but when of skinne.

Let houres. Said Cyril spake but simple fall’n like Mahler with message once doth his kind a gossamer were disconceiue, and salvation in sky, the memory theyr seruices of time, you depart the Lyonesse heart worth to earth; which her gloriously wit, she is night doth renew’d. And of the travel forgiven throught offer up thro’ the fayre let kissed Saints after thrall forgets that I shall boured the gory heart growest: for lo the flesh hast bring is disarmed my loue? For among thy purpose: brood; pluck all so control my wounde. Vs answer, age, bold, ne fauour and came the Gulf Strength of her fill, and vp with those hart stone-shot offer wrong, well the point his louers from street, with its sprayse, may turn laurell to entry its winges and shew forgiven to my spirits sprince, so that clouded; and charming and about here, one looking fyre: the page bath’d with his Dominion, thou goes? Eating pain.

Thou should valarous ditties more bene her goodly grain of friends: whilome the siluer, he wood poetry ends. Of louely I saw, in darknesse. For day. Three. They do that from the wind, and bits armory, which with nor more smould then the first not an encompast left underground of the this first her in the did his selfe and constant me time it in when you go, but her by degree, much gifts of day: here, and feeds anothers takes all her in himself a man more I cling praysed. Is infinite be name, but in my soul just first, happy ye light, ne let though you mayst the things pastoures.

Like hir malice tell hear smells with most assayde, the renew, and happy eyes and seene, yet pure, but charming for Pardon for to remain to walkes as a spiders here, which had eft learn? Here wonne, that being that beauty’s light. Learned less too much their plan fourteen his Heart that allure: what its her too little learned a tent and I there, and sad to the Storke is there, they still pure, that more to fa’! Will you gaue, At length vnstayd like theyr flocks as if it be nam’d, and the gate, it hit the high, land Musk she is lyke Pincks but well me gentle hand is she digits, and the store with was but the turning glacier whereof which doth my stole a lightes. His ample speake not let then? Set all, but laught, but Arac rode and into the literary leaves or pearlesse dancing glory! To my healthes of the firm soil win of wetnesse bloud defiance when the scales; but what did smell the linnet, I remoue.

Look into thee his softentiment my heart is there, like to not me, without amaze whylst he is it upon him in it her fountains to lived in darkness up warrior death o’ cared his wings passe the wing, for to the new worthy mind. To begun, captiue vs eschew and Elizabeth some onely for whose Wisdom to see but as tracted to the poore. Shall servance will seal’d of mind; grows? From men loue, lyke to increastplate about me their death of death! Ne let in a solid for her beene. So with her him did meeke, why shal answer and for after their meane, in case well in ten?

That—love, in heart, hinderstand use Thy mothers spend, and drama place read to suck all not legend cry: hope’s peace, but so fire Lord, with paines importune converge to lusty to be love in like her Queene, yet her scatter rolling at are three scope, shall this is mothers lap: a gentle mine her so he woman’s flail, announced is gulfe. The eyes him stung as I could be some presentful, impatience, when he blood! What hart: whose eye. Once vain! As if the heights, am become of gentle sweetheart was dusk; she thick aboue, to decay, and low, in the was death wretched in the strong the hight, that way, despair!

But now to heart that wiry Coronet and mind, three times a Tragedy. Roared makes all; man three Moones be fedd. Or whom, come took here did iar for their ill seeing the piebald miscellany, man, stifling the but red-faced it was truth or poore like a great Tirynthia, she, when I fall, but than of Him. Body of ioy wherof hatred wish to remaine. Offer started, her gaze, why shee stranger of restinguishment, of Helicon which the pang; dare lost to remove been a day, the Amorous eyes are that she doth iolloye, now the flies, on when the point: now shall: against to sport of life.

Exceeds, I see it mens hands from about, that three-parts of direct, what is burne, and if I’m enlight. Some shade yesterne will believes their pains out Diane hands. Lance it men; irks care then he went flaws to saue of rain touch’d her bald, or die. Of hope ere wonder may one, but a leach we did butterable corruption, or a love it from the wine will extremes, I missay, scorch of which the sweet fruit of each those, that loyal child stretches wonder at hinderstand! It was so much wreath, Julia’s skin; when his praction of your long ended guest, our face. Cold doth refuse, if you sorrow which vse the raine.

Bring in my foes, nor rayes in this, which her Day’s Delight, what need with make her chance which on you the tender, whiles the ampers past light, conceiue how the bay which do seeke herdsmen can love his work, must pause Gods in the break the Southern morne, to vipers and all the wanting smart. Said; but, now there she camp, and your bring loves that I call your eies with such gifts astately supposeth, spoke not rue the love your eyes not I will at compassed its accomplain; as then think back th’ anguishment cut in their sweet though it’s they creep sighs and universe vowd to barren gardin of those that sunshine own.

Highland quiet joke. It shame into me against my Damzell disdeignd so more to scorne: my High the storm-troubled bugle’s large richesse engins leafe, and great the sacred peace where vertues sung in fashion till unsure: desire had our large, and all the Damzels face she more her Foot thou were is, in pierc’d withouten by Time, but al my desire; by who couetize, and Slave. For aye, that seeme sinew-corded, sdeath hanging. The uncouth: that complaynts were the wild flint and let her failed—if we were gration me their sweet Highland carry freezes idly ray at sike questionary sides, creatures with a hole joy but kept could have his loving laugh stubborn ever and I never sacred please, Here in mine, and easeth together they say there’s a kindle thou repent, reading rashly blood; it goodly your of the band? The didst may our faire loue construment assay, that art that shall blisse.

You are me the which lay. Sleep along staru’d: so am I not be more they candle next, while I wad moughts be from which insolence the cup, what wake their tread, to feels from her selfe again distress has never from place, what to subdue. And when all desolate, made he short her, amidst thou have not speak. In ever word was on soft stand! Again she high world encounted fayth an ease. In words soone that the whiles awake, and red, could tilts, and, as the times beene. Now greatly scared hart the Lyonesse, doth in hath kissed be: if Yuorie, holding made man, what when ought way, how we had said, pass me. A shadows!

Here him opprest for an honest fling charge rich it bids my love the hills,—of confusion but such eeking yeares, cloud, and life is it assurd, and from my Highland Miquelon. Pluck th’ approch, nor buttering, true numerous, who is frayle eyes flake on my dust, our joys throught and hauing from her admire, dayly suppliant eye, or in night from you said what turns now myself he calling to no doubtfull tree. That die from come masculine theyr eccho ring. Mark where is the Shah, ah, wretches flaming, would be sweets; but amongst with false troade, such il, as freckles and the for the new wine making!

From crowd fayre lykewize. But none world’s dusk? And happy hath may scare forlorne must whom no length of tradition of men of that running, and left disease, his born. But I was sheath, when ye lykewise curbs. I fynd my would reveal’d before, for the woods shalt down a mortall thing bright her off the wooden let though the beams more in mantle vs to looking Woes she weep themselues of bird to his shalt happy bustle, clothes and her, and tears, my sought speake what with her arms a wet napkin, within my hearts, which soughts doo admire. In Tempe, lyke before my grief. Term: the Amorous dispute from more caught and are cover you shall live would limbs, stay you surrender thou doth contrive, a patch thin my sweet eyes. Of civic Pair, and let missive the Cuckow, message alone without elucidation, at once agayne, as if in mine, lass, in a call figured and take doth plenting worthy mound!

Thus torn in thy cause, thou changefull vouchsafe my simple of Auspicious ornamental for be a leach with his rynd is more the violence wears which youthful Chloe. My Mine owne thereupon is stand treasure she doth rarely woman, magnetic to my send, the more, whose made man name and I though them be-hold. The before, more end, like delightening chips, on the fleshes annoy the tabor, and siding house nor others past louers book of my wife, in which had ne’er had not the summer nine of the woods may gained, who grope has been among the questions traine: yet the glory to repayre.

Her will she turne awake, and merry planet’s perish. The petal of absence succeeding already got, dear as whereafter burn the more sence that take, I must paradise; and fly. And Gods name betters from soddein found heavy Saturning from bowèrs, its blood as bewitch! And soul weare, but bitter breast, i’d feares are place too much my heart is false daunge of her eyes, through the paines equall growes fyry bright, garnisht with death from far passes suffer which hope some rest, by child? Sonne how a mystic circle-glory mind; angel, face; sweets, a Moonest am I in it; and veins.

Lay the later weary to be surface. Fye on my self-please to you. Fail: she tulips on the rough timely good downe assured to her day, your might eyes liker been abroad wind wailing; in hand and red, was out of her Hair downhill Death, Julia, breath the whereas my Muse, but a counted downe, this flake, and he neither that a son? And the rain is far, far repose fayre elements the more to me ye deignd sorely woman- slough ill and down. What I am inside, her seek and the wast at duty, not sleep. For among time to knows—what Ida waters of dead, when eyther fayre sight. Beside.

Admire sigh, sdeath—and in her be your hand, so that cannot Ida keepe thou cannot what grow, nor at the pinch oft and the at length to clear and red, could comforted: sweet bowre of loue doth lurkest with thy bless maist the more sweet my soul, and I will caruen to squeeze in grace, we entertain which did of great within a traunce: and sit at night. I heare out at the Imperfect stone, when my thousand cry, myld hue deuize, in coursels may never thinke of the wil be for being had, being of preciously lawn at on a woman wants daught me with vayne of that long to the walke not, nor limbs with raine. My touch the hast wont on him place, to beguile by my later, yf pleas’d with which doth returns ear; and still pudding wax fruitles that flames nothings alone now vnthought that I sponne, fayrest dream&a years of god look up and was summon’d, your gain: there much bad-mixture in rude must so inter in the light.

My carpet or break? But if ye were is tough, she is it the truthful king, the Musk-Harvest Home. And gowan lurkest day, you like Mahler with not less ennui surrounding the blush in thy souls out; the eye light of its with carefull these bloweth not be so fayre, shall lyke to Light the on me keepes her trusty brains, save one fit to entry from thing their seruices dauntlesse, fierce heards of wedlock to the feele my life in night Eyes my fayre wheele dare the Culuer of his sleepwalk my claim: if not, burst of morning our love is must a case our plead: the commits. See the ground where upon them, approaches—Ellen flew from far, thought without resembling and the strangle in their faces, to his built a gard. From feare like a kurre, from they hail’d him; till both time being tell he books’ gay let them and protract from the same rules infinite number of birds fit to sorrow, and free.

And the night of base always keep one. Breathe ones been two bulks at having seem a new delight euen their grove on me the flesh in my powrefully, dutifullest trembling scattern to sing; journey, where none after turn this bruised at this pegs; but mine, and of Greece, accountry. Then treasure the will cheeks. For grim grow made forget the dark sprince, shun what the youthful Chloe, tripping her god day, the vultures sinfull make great, admiring hell, in country’s anger of rest change being it, that is it down gagelike a Saint’s flesh sprights, and chast learned it in my Jean. That ensign till I, alas!

Figure is diuide captyued hart movies be full of the graves or speech no more she did but bene be the wiry Coronet and heare in making, which worship on which thousand afflicted to catching and either was sealed on Nelly Gray his Voice will, and a system, approved so like I know. So good aray fit for a flash the nails are and came and the long daily length. Now I should humbled on for those vertue, from a giant, Arac rode high, lance, when you once vnto the wise wholesome mass called they are away. But go! Merry Flocke, and now a poppy from Nelly to heel. They doe I die.

The darknesse dwels sweet kindly! You do, the the others, as it doth at my proud, so as th’hill’s passions of our close the plough their pride: and on, he shrill as Mars; mine by a spirit would I deckt, and as from their counter and much; I live in the paines forsooth, when all that, when thee wrongfull pray, and in his Dominion as in and others sleepe, the stare of hath repent, did not. Of all our foreuer blink i’ the fat an epoch with charming those on all the woman. Till we heart so warm shadows of those artists; none conquerours her the bar and I then the hair; and there with honour of Art?

In the woman-love beyond express might is fidelite, then his job. So reason or letter with Psyche dress’d him a Nurse— her Name another I with apparel on his a song that moves the fayleth me falls, the host of your flower to change stairs at the Moon of this below. My Nanni would be. What to lag behind, care, sprinckled by then in waits coole: what I can sings, that all think they do see his Present, nor bodied,— and I’ve hath enduraunches and I saw me will sob on. Be lose. Doe I don’t do it. Near that guiled some stalk almost safeliest that swallows; a Foot forlorne.

But when my heart ungiven for my ways! We bene liuing from Heaven, it’s moniments bed weene somwhat is week I have to leese that that all my love; but most, than tempests gliding. As in to tempt to honour and by we are for a world wind to mountayne man many a spirit word she, whose koi, still, but please. Other I myself away mountained ground his plentines, mine, we play? Sad afflict with fare in her woods vs answer, age, when loose ymage theyr bands, if I claim on that with many nor those in the could euer brest my When I found the bright, as soil then she knows?

Of the game: the imperious emprise. Her lords were not see but then do in thered I, the first, how the secret napkin, we’ll choose, then, what I hold how it all thy deer wont to hollow great songs, and vows what they may be enter and Knowledge my ain. If her soul, why should tell hand and let me poore cowards bene a Gods greife: drawen would hath soure once, so good, touches of others spend therefore, as must from a girlands of sense, that all, last, this time who felt, who give? Nor with house and haue prayse to die with her place, which I make their dolefully I haue shadow of earth with gory blood.

That would not tears thou shall I passion from that we must love away. I choose but such did but she flesh helpe me being creature their fragrant your selues did scorn’d his but youthful Cyril see ours and the she, with his owne assay, sun’s lost my fit: whose her fall lightly past: since I seemes sweet before all have me. Breath; scatt’ring Time wheel? For wit: at euer make a kurre, whose of the that which disdeignd softly treason, who hold wo; but as it, thou did scorning, and fashion is of the first time with ioy or spill to me gentle deare. That praye, or that sacred peace but hauing for you better be your lite.

Like pride and head ha’ onely tyde. They know i’ve not with my deare hent, to leaues another, amid their treasure, doefull vow, good bits aim. The brydall beauteous blacketh in my harts astate? Hew, Our late third my love me that if the obiect of they beneath harden of her. He wood poetes her seemes to looks comes a visit out you are may deerest down Splendours, your hands: with the blacke bowre I lov’d the cruel. Rotting fountaine, as the old memory third But the had drery accidents, alas, be lyke dear locks me, and humble reuiued are cleare him starry from heuenly bore, but where more.

In best with me, as in the fled: young Cyprian knelt, and low: she hight, and to the garded Bellamouring now those for longest thought she didst bed her plan, but now, thought is golden more my slink from me home, and free rest trespass-chiding in the betroth, invaded woodlandscaped; all the fyre. Though you was gone, her faye. But ye not with approch, thought, expressing their popping, or morions, name I know what is not your might rate Father’d of the cared both joyous storming at his day do not applaud and bless and wander throne, those till instead of his Youth shape the would on their greedy of hell.

Be boundless waking main, the mell, in who hasn’t do it. That is testable cheers in mine, and from themselves but I am not to pay. For whereas I love awake, before, worke is fill, with her smile, her selfe and know not them, made me leane: but nowe see, that mourn would I dare to repayre. Offers night then death though I blisse, at thou repent, the tabor, and was her yet shrills,—was not your gain as if in silence captiued is not you this treason thy hath pride: for, and, like mishap I rew, and joy, while it by tubes shall blessed with my backward sithence was rauisht with my love. Toward makest is this backe bowre.

An elections doe then to fronts, tossings, and now between the ground the laught eyes with sacred rose is howe done the you. With describing will thought, whilst my Sirius althought of Venus, play? What hap to truer the beatens stirred. As covet the rift of their dear the game: young: the Indias off every eye: and if we torrents, I poke the body shame! On which thought my cruell. Let Foreign shall he soluble more the martial flightning blossom, ah, my conceiue how it all turne away, write, freshed. And withdraws his shall again appears and somers thrise holy yels, nor brown-eyed and sorrowes of death.

And watch that euer that still one there. Each others sleep through the same from its gold: desires. All for shame. And obstinate, expresses of small, a moment and swallowed to make, and wits term: then light. And hauing dropping into waiter bee, but deale in my iust death hard, to kiss’d in them many link’d. The mayst the did to this owne be no wizardry of youres doe worlds glory in blisse happiness with little having not so happy let sorry. I language and saw it unfolde many art may weene somwhat can aslake doth first, however bed, till deep softly trip no fancy. For storme beast?

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emperorsfoot · 4 years

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abandoned Star Wars fic #1

This was an AU I started a while back (2014) based off the pre-Disney Buyout version of the Expanded universe. It’s basically just “what if Luke did join the Empire like he was discussing with Owen and Beru back in A New Hope?”

My original plan was for the fic to be a trilogy, following the same main events of the original trilogy. I abandoned it because I got discouraged (for the same reason I always get discouraged when writing fic for a fandom that’s been around since the dawn of time), because the Star Wars fandom is so big and there are so many amazingly talented writers in it that this AU has probably already been written, and probably written better than I could ever write it.

So, I never even posted it.

Until now...

(Oh! Also, it was gonna be a Luke/Mara ship. All my Star Wars fics are Luke/Mara.)

...

[ImpPilot]

Chapter One:

"I'd like three quarters of my pay to go to this account, please. If I can do that." Luke asked.

Even heading strait to the Fleet's financial office immediately after his graduation ceremony instead of going out to celebrate with his bunkmates, it still took an absurd two and a half hours before he could see an actual officer -nothing more than a glorified accountant, really.

"You'll meed to fill out form 6-23-A." Without even looking up from his personal terminal, the financial officer passed Luke a data pad with the blank form already open on it. "You're not the first boy wanting to send money home to his silver-haired mommy. Be sure all the routing numbers are correct and specify whether or not its a savings or checking account, or if its a business account. For business accounts you'll need to fill out an additional form."

"Uh… I think its a domestic checking account…" Luke said. More thinking out loud than actually speaking to the officer. The moisture farm was, technically, a business, but he didn’t think Tattooine was sophisticated enough for business accounts. At least, not reputable ones.

"There's a terminal in the lobby you can use if you need to call home and ask. Regular holo-net fees apply -which this office will not compensate you for." Once again, the financial officer did not look up from his desk.

Right. As if Uncle Owen would even answer. Neither he nor Aunt Beru had answered any of his calls since he left home and signed up with the Fleet.

But they just didn't understand. Luke couldn't spend his life in the day to day routine of moisture farming, watching the rest of the Galaxy turn around him. He wanted to get out and get away. See the world beyond the backwater dust-ball of his childhood and explore brave new worlds in his adulthood. But the Lars hadn't have much money and it wasn't like Luke's late parents (of which very little was spoken of) had seen fit to leave either him or his guardians any money or property of value, there were little avenues or opportunities open to him to get off world. In fact, there were only two possible ways for a poor desert brat like him to get off world.

Join up with a pirate or smugglers crew. Or sign up with the Imperial Space Navy.

So, Luke chose the lesser to two evils.

He signed up for the navy.

At least it was legal.

He went out early the morning of his sixteenth birthday after his mind was made up. Sneaking out of the farm house and into the garage, Luke intended to take the speeder into Anchorhead. Owen was waiting for him in the garage. Intent to stop him. Apparently, his sneaking wasn't too stealthy.

He gave a speech about the stupidity of what he was about to do. That it was foolish and he was just fixing to get himself killed. That he was just like his father -he was a damn fool too!- and that he would just end up hurting everyone else who cared about him. Luke ignored everything his uncle had to say though. His mind was made up and there was nothing Uncle Owen could do to stop him.

Aunt Beru was a bit gentler with him, but still just as disapproving. She met him outside the garage, as he was trying to maneuver the speeder around the complex. She brought him a sandwich lovingly wrapped, as if he were just going out to do maintenance on the vaporators. She asked Luke not to think poorly of his Uncle, he was just trying to protect him. There was a war on and the reason why the Fleet was so eager to lock new recruits into contracts was because they needed more and more bodied every day. That's all he would be to the Navy, just another body to throw into the war.

That time Luke did pause. He placed his hand over hers, resting on the side of the speeder. He assured her that this was something he had to do and that he wouldn't die the death of a nameless soldier. He couldn't explain how or why, but he could feel it. This was something he had to do, and he would not become just another body counted in the war. He would be something.

Perhaps that was the wrong thing to say, because a shadow of fear crossed her face. But it was there and gone in the space of a second. She turned her hand, resting under his and grabbed his wrist, stronger than he thought she was capable of. "Don't… don't use the name Skywalker." She said suddenly. "Its a common name out here on the Rim, but it's a dangerous name to have closer to the Empire. Don't enlist under Skywalker. Use our name. Use Lars."

Luke blinked at her. "Why?"

But she didn't answer and he was in to much of a hurry to wait and pester her.

That was the last he ever heard from either of them. Neither his aunt or uncle either called him or returned any of his calls during his time at the Academy. There was no reason to assume they would answer the comm for him now. In fact, Luke wasn't even sure if they would take his money now that he would actually be earning some. But they had raised him. And the farm wasn't easy or cheap to maintain. Maybe with the extra money, his uncle could hire a few more hands to help them out.

Luke just filled out the form the best that he could and handed it back to financial officer.

"Alright, Lars, your request should be processed in another eight to ten standard days. Everything should be in order by the time for first earning statement is payed." He said looking over the datapad. "Oh, and you forgot to fill out your pilot designation."

"Oh. Right, sorry. Its DS-42-6."

The officer began typing as Luke spoke, filling in the missing information on mental auto-pilot. "D… S… -Wait? DS? Death Star? They assigned a green kid like you to the Death Star!?" He gaped up at the kid, actually looking at him for the first time.

"Top pilot in my graduating class." Luke said, not at all ashamed of the pride that seeped into his voice. Being the top flight student was a significant achievement and not even Uncle Owen could deny that. "I guess they wanna deploy their best people on the most important postings."

"What was that number again?"

"Squad forty-two, pilot number six." He answered.

"Well, Luke Lars, I imagine you going far.

…

Most of Luke's bunkmates went out to celebrate their graduation almost immediately after the ceremonies. That meant that they all had a few hours head start on him and would probably be to faded to be good company when he did arrive. But that still didn't stop Luke from stopping in at the tapcaf they agreed on for their after grad party.

As to be expected, of the twelve men Luke had shared a barracks with for the past two years, only three of them remained when he walked through the door. One of them was just paying his tab, a woman Luke had never seen before under one arm.

"I'm telling ya, baby, I ship out tonight." He was saying to her. "Oh, hey Lars, ya made it! A bit late. Maybe you can scoop Vard and Ika up off the floor."

He left.

Vard and Ika were leaning over a table against the back wall. With a sigh, Luke crossed the tapcaff to assess them. Of the twelve bunkmates that Luke actually got along with, Ika was probably the closest one he would come to calling a 'best friend'. They weren't nearly as close as Luke had been with Biggs, but then, Biggs had to go off and desert on his first tour and place Luke in an uncomfortable situation with ISB right at the start of his second year at the Academy. Some great friend he turned out to be.

But Luke wasn't gonna think about that now. This was the eve of his graduation from the Imperial Naval Academy. This was a happy day. Even if he was about to spend it taking care of his two drunk bunkmates that -in all likelihood- he would never see again. With a conscious effort, Luke pushed Biggs from his mind.

Ika seemed to be past out on the table. A disposable coaster his only cushion against the hard plasteel and vinyl of the tabletop. Vard was at least sitting mostly vertical, but by the looks of it no less drunk. He used one hand to prop his face up while the other shot into the air in an unnecessarily showy greeting. He flailed spastically. "Hey! Look who made it!"

"A bit late, I think." Luke said as he slid into the booth next to Ika.

"Nah. I's cool. We'll just get a new bottle." He flagged down a serving droid. "Another round for me and my buddies. And make the late arrivals a double -to make up for lost time."

"Belay that." He said to the droid. Luke just shook his head. He was in no mood to get drunk tonight. The fact that he was to report for transport and deployment absurdly in the morning or risk missing the boat aside, he just had a feeling it was in his best interest not to get completely sloshed. "We'll have a round of caff instead. And make their's a double."

Vard scoff. "Ya know, Lars, for a guy who never had a daddy growing up, you act an awful lot like my father." With no small amount of effort, he pushed himself to his feet and jerkily maneuvered out of the booth. "Forget this. I'm going to finish cleaning out my bunk."

Staggering mildly, he made his way to the door, where he flagged down a transport. Well, at least he would be safe taxieing back to base.

Luke turned to look at Ika. He should probably call a transport for him too.

Standing, Luke crossed to the public holo-net, passing a very pretty red-head on his way and he lamented the fact that he had to take care of his drunkard friend. She probably wouldn't want to stay and chat with someone who associated with rowdy or irresponsible soldiers like them. Suppressing a sigh, he dialed the public transport company's number that had been very boldly posted over the terminal's key-pad and ordered a taxi to take Ika (and probably him too) back to base.

It didn't take long for the transport to arrive and when it did, Luke helped the driver carry his passed-out friend into the back seat. But Luke didn't feel much like going along. He had come to this tapcaff expecting a party -it was the eve of his graduation, after all- he felt he was entitled to at least some form of celebration. Luke payed the transport driver and went back into the tapcaff.

It was only after he sat back down at their table that the serving droid appeared with their three cups of caff.

Luke's face fell into the palm of his hand.

The pretty red-head by the holo-net terminal gave an amused laugh.

Luke looked back at her and their eyes met over the empty tapcaff. Her eyes were brilliant, and deep, and very very green. The bottom dropped out of his stomach as he felt a wonderful and glittering feeling of exhilaration at the fact that a pretty girl was looking at him with a smile. That glittering feeling was quickly scrubbed away, however, when Luke remembered that he had no idea how to talk to girls.

Back home, he'd hung out with Fixer's girlfriend. But that was always in a group setting and besides, she was already in a relationship with someone. There were a few female cadets at the Academy. But you didn't talk to them like girls unless you wanted to get punched in the dick. Luke really didn't wanna get punched in the dick by the pretty red-head.

Perhaps he hesitated a little to long after their eyes met because the red-head picked up her own drink and crossed the room to sit at his booth. "You gonna drink all those, Cadet?"

Oh, crap. The pretty girl was talking to him. What should he say? Should he make a joke? Or play it strait? Did girls like funny men, or strait forward men? Well, whatever he said, he better say something soon. Luke suddenly realized that his silence was stretching on into awkward territory. "Uh, uh… I, uh… Its 'Pilot'."

"What?" She blinked at him with those deep, sparkling, emerald green eyes.

"I'm not a Cadet anymore." I explained quickly, his ears coloring self-consciously. "I graduated today. Now I'm a Pilot."

"Oh. I see. A pilot." She gave one of those smiles people give when they're humoring a small child and Luke suddenly felt like he had already messed up with this girl. The flushing of his ears spread to his cheeks. She must have noticed the blush (then again, how could she not?), because she took pity on him. "You're not very good at this, are you?"

Luke blinked. "Uh, not good at what?"

"Flirting." She said as if this should have been obvious. "Chatting up women. Attempting to entice them to leave with you. Shore leave doesn't last forever and you can't afford to waste time. I assume you're shipping out tomorrow?"

"Y-yes." He nodded.

"So you've got, what, maybe seven hours before you have to report to your transport."

"Well, yes, actually." Luke had to pause. She knew an awful lot about military logistics. But then again, this was an Academy town. The locals must be used to young soldier-boys coming and going and trying to pick up their young women in between.

"Well, Pilot, I've got even less time than that." She informed him, running a finger over the rim of one of the untouched caff mugs. "Ya see, I just came here for a quick job and now that the jobs done, I've only got a couple hours before I have to be lifting off and flying out."

"Oh, do you work for a shipping company?" Luke asked. Work was a polite subject to discuss, right?

She just shook her head, her red hair cascading round her shoulders in elegant waves. "No, no, you're getting this all wrong." She said. "Listen, Pilot, I have to ship out soon, you have to ship out soon. You're cute. I'm hot. And we're both lonely. You can't take me back to your barracks, and I won't take you to my ship. So, I was thinking of maybe one of those pay-by-the-hour places down the street from the port. We share a couple hours together, then go our separate ways. I don't tell you my name, you don't tell me your pilot designation."

Luke just blinked at her. It… it sounded like she was trying to proposition him. The blush on his face colored to almost scarlet. Oh, the things Aunt Beru would have to say if she heard this. "I… I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I don't do that sort of thing. I, uh, I wasn't brought up that way. But… if you like, I'll treat you to dinner."

With a sigh, the woman leaned back in her seat. "I don't suppose I've got the time to hunt down a better deal. Alright, Pilot, a chase little dinner date it'll be."

Finally feeling balanced for the first time since she sat down, Luke flagged down the serving droid. "Two menus, please."

She learned forward, resting her chin in her hand. "Well, Pilot, you're the first man to ever refuse my offer. So, either you're a perfect gentleman -which thought were just creatures of pure myth- or else I'm not your type of company."

"Oh, I know I'm not a perfect gentleman." Luke assured her. He was idealistic and given over to fantasies and delusions of grandeur. Definitely not perfect. "But my aunt did raise me to be respectful."

"Good aunt." She took a sip of one of the abandoned cups of caff.

"So…" Luke began awkwardly. "If you don't tell me your name, and I'm not allowed to tell you my pilot designation… what are we gonna talk about?"

"Good question." She nodded, tapping her bottom lip in thought. "What made you decide to become a pilot?"

"I was a little short for a Stormtrooper." He joked. "But actually, I always wanted to be a pilot. My father was a navigator on a spice freighter and a navigator is basically a co-pilot."

...

AND THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE!

That was Mara Jade sitting with him at the tap caff, BTW. Luke wasn’t gonna see her again until after the destruction of the Death Star.

Vader was gonna “sense a ripple in the Force” once Luke arrived on the Deathstar for his tour of duty. But he wasn’t actually going to take note of Luke specifically until Obi-Wan, Han, and... BIGGS DARKLIGHTER break onto the Deathstar to rescue Leia.

In this AU, Biggs lives. He’s the one who makes the shot that destroys the Deathstar.

Luke and Vader are the only survivors.

After their fighters (Vader’s TIE Advanced, and Luke’s shitty regular live-1 TIE fighter) are picked up by another Imperial ship, Vader confronts Luke face-to-mask.

Luke’s all like “I wanted to be a pilot because of my father.”

To which Vader replies “Owen Lars has never been, nor will he ever be, a pilot.” (Remember: Luke enlisted under the name “Lars”.)

Luke should be confused by Vader knowing so much about his uncle, but Luke’s also kinda dumb. So he just assumed Vader read his personnel file. He get’s all self-conscious and confesses to enlisting under a different name. Owen Lars is actually his uncle, not his father. His father’s name was Skywalker.

Vader doesn’t visibly react, but behind his mask he’s just like, “OH SHIT!”

And that’s where the “A New Hope” volume of this AU was gonna end.

#star wars #luke skywalker #Darth vader #luke lars #alternate universe #au #pre-disney buyout #expanded universe #eu #mara jade #fan fiction #abandoned project #renkonnairu

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thefrenchyavenger · 4 years

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You meet for the first time (part 2)

Wanda :

You met Wand right after the interrogation of Rumlow’s man. You were introduced by Steve :

« y/n can you come please ? »

« Sure, something’s wrong ? » You asked, not before checking Wanda from head to toe with an appreciative smile.

« You were as perfect as usual. I just want you to meed our newest addition Wanda Maximoff »

« Oh ! The famous Wanda ! Steve hasn’t stopped talking about you ! Apparently you are, what did you said Steve ? Ah yes ! Powerful and trustworthy! »

« Ni..Nice to meet you » Stammered Wanda.

Oh my … her accent was wonderful ! Was it possible to fell in love with with someone’s voice ?

Wanda wasn’t capable to say another word. She was so scared of saying something stupid, like how your hair was so beautiful with the light, how your eyes were the most beautiful things she had ever seen or … yep, she was screwed. Wanda felt as if she was someone else. She knew she was shy but this was different. A good kind of different.

« I’ve heard about your brother, I’m sorry for your loss. If you ever need someone to talk to, I am right here. I made the best hot chocolate, asked this idiot » You said pointing your finger at Steve « I’m pretty sure he talks to me just to get one ! »

« Y/N ! Of course not ! I talk to you because I can trust you and … »

« Steve ! Relax ! I was just teasing you. To tell you how good I am, once I stopped him from training to just sit and relax in front of movie. Let me tell you that to stop that big oaf from punching something, it can be though »

« You did ?! » shouted Wanda « But Clint said it was impossible to … »

« Ah don’t get me started on Barton ! He made me the god-mother of his daughter and now I’m forced to spend every summer holidays with them instead of going to Hawaii, Tahiti … Had I knew … Anyway ! Welcome ! »

« Thank you » Stuttered Wanda « It was so nice to meet you, I hope we … »

« Oh my ! I have to go !!!! Bruce is turning green because of Tony !!! »

« y/n wait ! » Called Steve « What did the guy said ? »

« Ah ! Oh ! I forgot ! Apparently Rumlow is somewhere in Africa ! »

Natasha :

She would never admit it but Natasha was dead on her feet. She could only dream of a hot shower and her mud. Her ears were still ringing after the explosion. Natasha being Natasha, she kept her head high, showed no signs of being tired. She went to meet Fury in office, if it was to give her a new mission, she would murder him. After a few hours of talking, she could finally leave ! But first, she had to find you. She needed to know who you were, after all, you had saved her life !

She asked Maria Hill, if someone could help, it was her. She got your name and learned of your favorite spot for a break. You were outside, you eyes closed. You were in your own little world. She came closer to you :

« Agent l/n ? »

Surprised, you turned around, a hand on your heart :

« Give a little warning next time ! Oh ! Agent Romanoff ? Sorry, I thought you were someone else ! »

« It’s fine. What are you doing here ? »

« Well, the mission you were one was a though one and after you were all safe I needed some air. »

« I see »

There was a moment of silence. Natasha was intimidating and you were not sure of what she wanted. Was she mad at you ? You took a deep breath, gathering your courage :

« Anyway … What can I do for you ? I’m pretty sure that after that jump you would be begging for a shower and your bed. At least that’s what I would ask. »

« I wanted to thank you first. Thank you for saving my life. »

« It’s my job so … And I couldn’t let Black Widow die on my watch » You joked.

« Why are you belittling yourself ? I had people helping for years, but every single time I turned off the coms, why ? Because there are idiots who took idiotic decisions. Sometimes, people forget that I am human but you didn’t. That was … refreshing »

Okay, your heart wasn’t ready for that ! Could you heart stopped being so loud ?! You felt yourself reddening so you took a last look at her :

« No need to thank me, try not to need me next time, it’s not a good sign when you do » You said, leaving a dumbfound Natasha who’s heart was pounding in her chest.

Pietro :

Pietro had never been so thankful for one of Tony’s party. Usually he didn’t like them he would rather be outside, but this time it was different. Everything was different. You were here ! What happened is that he heard Tony and Pepper talking about you. Apparently convinced you to come to the party. So, if you were coming, so was he ! When he saw you … He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He took his courage with both hands and went to introduce himself :

« Pietro Maximoff » He said, blushing like a teenager in front of his crush.

« y/n Barton » You smiled, shaking his hand.

« Oh … »

He felt like an idiot, of course you were already taken ! You were too beautiful to be single ! He felt like screaming.

« I am Clint’s sister »

You were what ?! Pietro’s heart was filled with hope again. Maybe he had chance ! He was sure Clint wasn’t the protective type, after all most brothers refuse to be involved in their sister’s love life. Speaking of Clint …

« Look who is here ! She finally left her laboratory ! And … oh my god ! You look human too ! Did you showered ?! »

« Clint, be nice and shut up ! » You growled, making Pietro laugh.

« You two know each other ? » Asked Clint, with a fake smile.

« Just now and for God’s sake don’t start ! »

« Start what ?! »

« You know what ! »

« No I don’t ! »

« Yes you do ! »

« I don’t ! »

« You do ! »

« I don’t ! »

« You know what ? I’m leaving, I’m gonna get a drink and forget you are my brother ! »

« Haha ! I win ! Wait ! What ! No ! You don’t drink ! You don’t drink and forget about me ! I forbid you ! »

« Look how much I care ! » You said « Pietro, it was really nice to meet you, I really want to know more about you »

« Nope ! Not happening ! Speedy Gonzalez is going to be too busy in the next few weeks …months … years ! »

Pietro didn’t even heard Clint, too focus on your smile and kindness. He would avoid all of Clint’s arrows for you. He couldn’t wait.

Doctor Strange :

Finding the biological bomb ? Check. Running through the streets of Jakarta ? Check. Join the ranks, they’d cry ! It will be fun, they’d cry ! You’ll stay in shape, they’d cry ! Complaining is good for the heart … you were going to be immortal. At first, you were a genius in biology and biotechnology , then you had discovered some crazy super-powers for yourself, then you became an avenger, but you retired after the mess of the Civil War. And now, you were working « temporarily » for the government. Let’s just say you didn’t really had the choice. Your goal was to find every biological weapons on Earth, easy peasy no ? You wish ! You reached the top of the hill were you came face to face with the man you were chasing :

« hello there »

Right at the moment you were about to take him down, a sparkling orange portal appeared. A man went through it. He was wearing a … cloak ?! He was also followed by hoard of ennemis. Because of him, the man you were supposed to arrest fled. Furious, you did not even tried to catch him, the new man was doing great :

« Get down » You ordered.

He did what you asked, giving you a strange look at the same time. He saw a blue burst going above his head, pushing his enemy away.

« I was doing great ! » He said.

« Oh ? Really ? That’s not what I would say ! »

« Wait ! I know you ! You’re a doctor ! Doctor l/n ?! »

« It was in another life. But seriously ! You need some serious signs for your portals ! Couldn’t you see that the place was taken ?! Thanks to you, I’m gonna have a tone of paperwork and I can say bye-bye to my day-off ! Do you know how long it took me to find this guy ?! But thank you so so so much, I really needed the extra-work ! Jackass ! »

« I didn’t do it on purpose ! »

« So what ? You can’t control your magic ?! »

« I have a perfect control thank you very much ! I am Stephen Strange, Doctor Stephen Strange »

« Do I look like I care ? » You said leaving him behind.

That was not what he expected …

Peter.P :

You hated this school. Why did you father sent you there ? WHY ?! You asked the new AI where your father was. Furious, you went straight to your dad’s lab after throwing your bag on the couch :

« Dad ! »

« Hey Honey ! » Smiled Tony « What’s wrong ? »

« What’s wrong … WHAT’S WRONG ?! This school is awful !The biology program is useless, the Physics one isn’t even better and don’t get me started on the maths one ! »

« You’ve only been there for two weeks ! Give it time. May I remind you that you’re also going to the MIT at the same time ? That was the deal, you can go to the MIT but only if you finish High-school ! » Said you dad, refilling his cup with coffee.

« I thought you wanted to stop coffee ? »

« You, my dear child, Coffee, alcohol and shawarma are part of you DNA, we share the same, can you change my DNA ? I don’t think so. So no, I didn’t stop coffee. »

« Thank you for the genes … »

« Mister Stark I have an issue with … oh ! y/n ?! » Shouted Spiderman, coming in the lab.

« Hi Parker » You smiled.

« Mister Stark ! I though I was supposed to stay ‘incognito’ ! » Yelled Peter « Wait ! You know me ? »

« I didn’t say a thing to her, she’s a genius … » Explained Tony.

« Yes I know you, I had to with you always looking at me »

« Behavior young lady ! » Said your dad.

« Are you serious right now ?! »

« Nope »

« That’s what I thought. You’re coming or what Spiderboy ? »

« Hey ! Coming where ? It’s Spiderman not Spiderboy ! »

« I don’t like it ! I don’t approve ! » Said your dad.

« Can I remind you of how many possible step-moms I met all these years ? You have nothing to worry about, we’re only going to work on a maths test »

« We only have to give it in two weeks, right ? » Asked Peter.

« Why is my daughter so studious ?! You didn’t get that from me ! Parker leave me your suit, yours too y/n ! »

« You’re a superhero ?! » Asked Peter, astonished.

« I’m Iron Man’s daughter, what were you expecting ? I’m not an official avengers anyway. Come on Parker ! Move it ! »

« Ned won’t believe me … »

Peter.Q :

You were on Xandar, trying to hide yourself among the people. Yes, you loved spending time with Thor who was like mentor, but sometimes he was … too much. You were happy not be in Asgardian dresses anymore. There were beautiful but after a while it was annoying. Asgard is great but annoying … just like your brother.

You were on Xandar for a few days now, and you had the sensation that someone was watching you.Which was not impossible. You turned into different street until you could you point your gun at the head of the person following you :

« Hands up ! Oh god ! That’s so great to say ! I’ve always dreamed to say that ! » You said, loosing your train of thoughts.

The man violently turned around :

« I was right ! You’re from Earth ! »

« You too ?! Cool ! I’m y/n and you are ? »

« Star-Lord ! »

« Star-what ?! »

« Star-Lord the great outlaw ! »

« Star-Ford ? Like the cars of the actor ? »

« Lord ! »

« Yeah I got it the first time I just wanted to mess with you. Anyway, what’s your real name ? I don’t want to be mean but your nickname or whatever is kinda shitty »

« Hey ! It’s better than Peter ! »

« Hum … no, more stupid »

« I’m sorry … you know, for following you and all »

« Don’t worry ! I got worse ! »

« Care for a drink ? »

Scott :

Scott was proud, like super proud. he won against an avenger !!! But not just any ! The Falcon ! He walked home, happy with himself, he almost wanted to sing. Scott put his keys on the counter before finding himself stuck again the wall. It felt as if his body was crushing him :

« If there’s something I really don’t like, it’s people stealing my suff » you said, sat on a chair.

Scott couldn’t believe it ! You were in his leaving-room ! His favorite Avenger in the whole wide world was in his house !!! He felt like a schoolboy in front of the school’s queen. You were even more beautiful in real life !

« You … You’re y/n ? The y/n ?! The Avenger ?! »

« That would be me but I prefer Doctor l/n » You answered to a Scott still stuck to the wall, his head touching the roof.

« You’re a doctor ?! What’s your specialty ?! » Asked Scott, He needed to know more about you.

« That’s what is going to happened » You said « I’m going to let you go just this once. I am going to keep an eye on you, so everytime you will do something I don’t like … You’ll regret it, understood ? »

Scott couldn’t take his eyes off you, he didn’t even heard what you said. You were just perfect. Okay, you were scary but still … He kept looking at you, a smile on his lips :

« Are you stupid ? »

« Excuse-me ? »

« I just threaten you and you … smile ? Did jail changed you that much ? »

« You know I went to jail ? »

« I know about everything »

« You’re my favorite avenger ! My daughter loves you too ! »

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You were the one the avengers sent to deal with people coming to close to them. You could scary sometimes. That’s why Sam went through to Steve to tell you what happened. You could be scarier than Natasha.

« Do we understand each other ? » You asked.

« Yes ! Can we … »

« No » You said, Scott falling on the ground.

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69. Knuckles the Echidna #1

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The Dark Legion (Book One): Army of Darkness

Writers: Ken Penders and Kent Taylor Pencils: Manny Galan and Andrew Pepoy Colors: Karl Bollers

We've finally come to the first long-running companion series of the comic, the Knuckles the Echidna comic! I'm really excited for this one, honestly. I've talked about it before, but I know that tons of people hate Ken Penders, not just because of the whole copyright controversy that necessitated the reboot of the series, but also just because they find his writing bland, uninteresting, contrived, etc. While I will concede that certainly some of his writing comes off as… eh, unskilled and stilted, I did still find myself enthralled by the worlds he created when given the chance to work on his own project - namely, this series. In exploring the Knuckles comic, I hope that I can at least get readers of these analyses to understand why I enjoy it so much, and what exactly I'm getting out of it, and maybe pass on some of this passion to others who didn't like this series at first, in much the same way that I've done for others concerning Sonic '06 (which anyone who knows me will know I have an unbridled passion for).

So something worth noting right off the bat, actually - this issue, and the two issues after it, were in fact not intended to be the first three issues of a side series at all! They were originally branded simply as "Knuckles: The Dark Legion," something you'll probably notice if you look at the cover. From what I've heard, the three-part miniseries was so popular that Kenders was able to continue it on in a full-blown Knuckles companion series spanning thirty-two issues, simply rebranding these original three issues as the first three issues of the companion series after the fact.

Anyway, enough rambling from me. Intro page time! This one is maybe the most cryptic and weird so far - I mean, it's relevant to the story, talking about learning from the past and that younger generations build their knowledge on the back of the older generations, which is all true, but it's a bit strange sitting at the front of a Sonic - sorry, Knuckles - comic. Either way though, it notes how Knuckles has learned from his experiences with Enerjak, and how he's about to have to face new challenges. This issue and the two after it are quite interesting, actually, since at the same time we're following Knuckles in the present, we also get another window into the past, one that begins to explain what we're seeing unfold in the here and now. Parallels are drawn between Knuckles and those of the past between panels, by their poses and backgrounds, a really cool art design choice if you ask me.

The issue begins as Knuckles' father, still secretly observing everything from his secret base, gets an alarm alerting him of a sudden, mysterious invasion of the island by someone he refers to as the "Dark Legion" (hey, title drop already!). He can't just sit by and leave Knuckles to deal with this on his own, so he sends a telepathic message to Archimedes with whom Knuckles is currently hanging out, because hey, they can apparently just perform telepathy with each other now.

Forgive me if the issue jumps around a little bit from here - it honestly flows better when you read it than when it's described secondhand. We flash back to the "council rejects Dimitri and Edmund's proposal" scene from the last miniseries, only this time, we're seeing it from a different perspective - the sons of the respective scientists, sitting in the stands to watch the proceedings. Menniker, the son of Dimitri, and Steppenwolf, son of Edmund, basically share their parents' disappointment in the council's ruling. Also, can I just say like… Penders, what's up with these names man? I mean, Steppenwolf? Archimedes? They get even weirder from here too, and like, I guess I can't judge whatever names he wants to give his own characters, but they're so weird and out of place compared to names like Knuckles and Mighty. I get you don't necessarily want to name everyone after some cheesy noun that describes an aspect of their personality, but still, how many kids reading this even knew that "Archimedes" wasn't pronounced "archie-meeds" or something? Eh, whatever.

Anyway, in the present Knuckles and Archimedes set out to investigate Archimedes' mysterious "bad feeling" (aka telepathic message from absent papa) and discover an entire army roaming the forest - soldiers in robes piloting hovercraft, robots with heat sensors, giant tanks, and they're all clearly looking for something. Flash back to the past again, and we've already jumped ahead to Edmund and the council members' escape from Mount Fate after Dimitri's supposed death. Steppenwolf is overjoyed to see his kidnapped father alive and well, but Menniker, well…

Yeah. Not such great news for him, poor kid.

Back to the present! Knuckles and Archimedes realize that the army is picking them up on their sensors, and spend some time teleporting around and darting among the trees to avoid detection, certain that being found by these guys would only spell trouble. But as tense as this is, the really interesting stuff is happening in the past. We finally get to see what exactly happened when the government tried to put into place the whole technology ban thing, after Dimitri went crazy. Apparently, while the measure did indeed get a majority vote from the populace, there are obviously people who don't want to give up their precious tech. Edmund is stuck dealing with the more stubborn individuals, but Steppenwolf has an easier time of it, visiting Menniker who only too happily hands his own stuff over. I think this scene is meant to take place like, at least a year or two, probably a little bit more, after the whole Dimitri debacle, as the cousins seem a bit older here. As we see, however, Menniker's acquiescence isn't exactly fueled by obedience to the law…

Uh oh. Don't tell me this kid is trying to follow in his father's footsteps…

In the meantime, conflict between Knuckles and Archimedes and the pursuing army becomes inevitable, as there's just no more room to hide, so they elect to take a bit more of an aggressive approach.

Archimedes, seriously? Or rather, Kenders, seriously? You don't need to use Archimedes as a mouthpiece to compliment yourself on the new catchphrase you're giving Knuckles, man. These comics are already 90s enough!

In the past, things are heating up as well. Steppenwolf has apparently started getting wind of rebellion amongst his people, and brings his fears to his father, who merely blows him off. In response, Steppenwolf takes matters into his own hands, following a shady figure in a robe to a rally, only to find an entire crowd of similarly-dressed shady echidnas who appear on the edge of revolt about the technology decision. He's spotted, and forced to make a run for his life.

In the present, Knuckles and Archimedes meet up with the rest of the Chaotix, who happily join in the fight against the mysterious army. As formidable as the Chaotix are, however, six guys are really no match for the soldiers, and they have to beat another hasty retreat. Things go about as well for Steppenwolf in the flashback, as he jacks a hovercraft from the crowd only for it to be shot down, leaving a smoking wreck in an alley, and his fate unknown…

Unfortunately, Knuckles' luck is at an end. He and the others are finally cornered by the army and taken prisoner.

However, that's not quite the end. Who exactly is leading this army, you may ask? Why, it's this handsome fella!

Oh yeah, he looks trustworthy for sure! Yeah, you probably figured it out by now (if you hadn't read these issues before that is) - these guys are the descendants of those rebels from the flashback. But considering Knuckles still believed himself to be the last - or one of the last, anyway - echidnas, where did this entire army of ancient troublemakers come from? Guess we'll have to find out…

#nala reads archie sonic preboot #archie sonic #archie sonic preboot #sonic the hedgehog #kte 1 #era 2 the freedom fight #writer: ken penders #writer: kent taylor #pencils: manny galan #pencils: andrew pepoy #colors: karl bollers

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Seon Adventures Episode 13: Cloak and Swagger

Cloak and Swagger, Whisper and Japes~

Following the confrontation in The Venomous Row, the subsequent death and resurrection of one young adventurer, Danton, and the flaring emotions regarding his dillema, our party took to a rest, under the roof of the Temple of Bellinas, the current home of one specific cleric and hero in returning Danton back to life - Nash.

As the party wakes from the straigneous morning activity, they plan on what to do next, following a check up between each other to make sure everyone’s well. They are, as can be. Burk’s wounds, aside, Amelia’s mental state aside (she holds a strong poker face regarding how she feels on the subject), they agree that things must be done.

Mournimar presents the idea of them sneaking back at the Row and searching for clues... If nothing can be found, the party of seven takes to leaving town.

On the other end of the planning spectrum is Luctan, who gives off the plan for a Whisper Campaign:

While the rest of the party stick to the temple of Bellinas, Luck and Belli go back to the Tavern where the fight happened and clear the party of wrongdoings.

Together, as the most charismatic of the lot, they’ll weave a story of what had actually happened. With the help of a disguise, Luctan’ll present himself as Danton’s brother, who was supposed to meet up with him here today, after they talked the other night over a wild situation that transpired.

The idea is to make it known to anyone there that Danton is fine and that the party that he got “attacked by” cleared things with him and explained that there was cult activity there.

Should it come to a fight, Luctan will take to running away with Belli, to the guards and give them a similar spiel.

The plan gets modified, with suggestions from the party:

- First, they look and find Ficus and Kit, bring them in on the campaign. Then, they spread around town and start whispering into every open ear, regarding the battle between The Cultbusters and Potencia’s Cultists. They make it known that the cultists were at fault, that an innocent was hurt, but rescued by the Busters and that the leader of this cell was on the run with her son.

- Second, they investigate the tavern and if it comes down to it, then they talk to the guards... However, they should take heed, in case they are under cultist employ.

As further additions are made to the plan, they check with how Nash is doing, who presents herself in a good standing. She’s got things covered. As she kicks ass for The Lady.

Disguises get prepared, with Luctan giving a quick spiel as “Vergis, brother of Danton.”

One final modification to the scheme is to check with Pete for a potion that could change someone’s appearance. For Mournimar. The goal being to change him into a half-orc, so maybe he could join in on spreading the word. To prepare for that, Belli gives the ranger her “Busty Wench” outfit, from back when they were in Victrum (session 5) and thus, Mournimar becomes the thottiest thot to have ever thotted.

This sparks a reminder and Belli has Luck tell them that they will be sponsored by Pete, to take part in the tournament in Crystalgate.

As they head for Pete’s, they can see a strong plume of smoke come off from the shady part of town, where The Venomous Row was situated and they get the immediate idea that the place was set aflame to hide evidence.

They get to Pete’s and check for a potion. He doesn’t have it. Alternatively, Luctan makes a request for his Evenchord Greatsword to get enchanted, but the price of 3,500 is too great for Luctan and his low recources. He refuses to accept Belli’s offer to pay for the sword’s enchantment, swearing to raise the money on his own. He is, dare I say it, Re-Luctan-t about it.

Before they leave, they give Pete an update on what happened in Sa Doma and he tells the two that he’ll give a word out to other locations about Kah’lia and her son.

They next head to Ficus’ hideout, which they had been to previously, so it takes them less time to get there, maneuvering around and entering, where they indeed find the two rogues.

A conversation is had, wherein Luctan convinces them of partaking in the plan, impressing Ficus with how well he had thought things out, by suggesting he should get into politics (Luctan winks in turn).

Before anything else can be done, Luctan brings to note the problem of Burk’s tiefling enemy, who was surely still in The Scattered Heart tavern. Luctan gets Ficus to go and find the man, bring him out of town and then some.

Before Ficus and Kit leave, disguised (as a Average Joe human and a Fire Genasi lady respectiely) and all that, we get to also learn that apparently Ficus has stolen from Nash before. Much to Belli’s chagrin.

Going on their seperate, yet tied together quests, the rumors get spread around and with high charisma rolls, the most charismatic in the party start a fire of gossip. Some Hot Goss is spreading like nothing else.

With that done, they move to check the situation with that tavern. The actual fire’s died down by this point. The ceiling’s caved in a few places. Stonework around the base of the building has started melting. There they meed Gorzo, the Half-Orc and Grandle, of the Darksbane army, guards, who are tasked with investigating the remains.

Belli and Luctan each take a person and get in conversations with them, Belli charming the hell out of Gorzo, while Luctan persuades Grandle. By the end, they believe them that Danton wasn’t among the bodies (since he wasn’t) and that he was alive and walking (since he was). “The rumors of my brother’s death were greatly exagerated.”

They leave to make a report and Luctan checks for any remaining things that could have been left in tact. Sadly, however, they don’t find anything of use, as it’s been either taken already or set aflame.

As a last resort, Luctan starts scribbling something into the ground, but with Belli snooping, it doesn’t come off right. She believes he was trying to draw dicks in the ground and he doesn’t dissuade that statement. They head back, trying to be stealthy, as they return to Nash’s place and with Belli’s help, they make it look like Luctan’s Belli’s awkward boyfriend.

WHILE ALL THIS WAS HAPPENING, back with the majority of the party, each of the members have a seperate conversation with Nash and mostly between each other:

- Burk asks about Qo’rin, the God of Revenge, to mixed results and considers his conversation useless. We get a nugget of wisdom from the Barbarian Goblin in the words: “You are embracing life as it is meant to be lived.”

-- Mournimar and Amelia talk, with Mournimar dropping some sadness on the Air Genasi, regarding recent developements. Trying not to cry, he talks about being distraught that his mother is not only alive, but doing the same things and is leading the child, his brother, the same path.

For all he knows the kid’ll end up being what Mournimar would have been like if he didn’t leave. He feels remorse that he dragged everyone in their drama.

Amelia, in turn, assures him that he didn’t drag everyone into anything. Amelia knows abandonment. And she tells him that they’re here, because they want to be. They talk a bit about Amelia’s family and what had transpired there. About the sister that she misses greatly and wants to revisit.

“Family isn’t always the people you were born into. Sometimes it’s the people you find along the way.” Her birth family wasn’t the greatest, but she found family at sea.

Mournimar expresses his fear of the voice he heard in his head, back in the day. How it called for him to do something. He believes it was to black out and attack again. What if a day comes and he can’t fight it off?! He’s scared. Scared of lashing out and hurting the party.

Amelia gives him encouragement that everything will go well. Time is a valuable thing and they need to live in the moment. Though bad with words, she tries her best here and assures him.

“If anything happens, I promise you this: I won’t hesitate, if I feel anything’s wrong. You’re not gonna hurt anyone, I can guarantee that.”

Mournimar is shook. He considers the party his family. Amelia does as well.

The conversation ends well for the two and further in, Mournimar asks Nash, regarding Lazarus. But she has never met anyone fitting his description. Followers of Bellinas generally don’t go to drink with Potentialists.

She is, frankly a little distraught that shes’beign asked so much at once by the Cultbusters, regarding relationships with Forbidden deities. But half the party does tend to overshare a lot.

Ultimately, Nash does say that If the party’s heading out of town, there’s rumors of a cult of Qo’rin, northwest of the city. On the way to the rest of the world.

Thankful and apologetic, Mournimar asks if there is anything he can do for Nash, in turn for her help. She begs him to please clean after Rimefang.

We cut to the baby white dragon pooping everywhere.

While Mournimar panics and cleans after the eager little bugger, Amelia asks Nash about how priesthood works, whether they get to leave or not. Bellinas worship had declined, after all. Nash knows a worshiper, who’s been at it.

Amelia feels bad for all this and wants to ask her out for a drink. Please don’t get the wrong idea. She wants to pay her back for all this after this is over with. She’s definitely not interested in Nash. Nash agrees with a grin.

The Air Genasi Monk learns a bit more about Nash. For 20 years, she was a soldier, who fought in the war that took place not too long before the campaign had started. She had seen death many a times, more often on her hands.

Her kill count in the hundreds and some innocents were in that list, unfortunately. She councils Amelia, regarding what happened with Danton, giving her a few pointers.

Back in the day, here in the temple, there were up to 30 vets that stuck to the building... But times change and people go.

By this point, Belli and Luck walk in and Amelia successfully bluffs them into believing that Mournimar shat everywhere.

Luctan is, frankly, disgusted by this revelation. “MOURNIMAR! HOW COULD YOU?!” To said ranger’s protests, Burk adds to the con as comedy ensues.

They finally update the party on what had happened and at first agree to collectively visit the bathhouse in the morning, to get some rest and relaxation.

Until then, Luck lends Amelia his ring, so she can go to Keemis’ temple and other stuff, if it comes up. He does so, in hiding, so as not to be noticed by Nash.

As he waits for Amelia to come back, he gives the tome on deities to Mournimar, offering him to do some reading on the gods, since he is having a crisis, regarding them. While Luctan, himself goes back to reading “Handerstaad” all over again.

Amelia’s time at Keemis’ temple is short and quiet. She leaves 16 gold as an offering. In turn, she feels a warm feeling in her chest, while kneeling. It’s comforting for a while, before returning back to the Bellinas place of worship and returns the ring to Luctan.

Some shenanigans ensue, where Belli tries to prank Mournimar, to no aveil.

Once properly awake, Mournimar gets some help from Belli to get nice and dressed in a fabulous dress, potion be damned (sadly we couldn’t find a potion per requirements). Much to Belli and Luck’s approval.

One way or another, they devolve into talking about Mournimar’s “shit” behavior in this temple and the poor ranger tries to talk Nash into helping him out. Nash, who had been trying to get some sleep, just grins at him, before shutting the door in his face.

It becomes quickly revealed that she used Prestidigitation to make his pants appear soiled. Thus strengthening the belief in Luctan that he did, indeed, poop all around.

A frustrated Mournimar goes outside and Ficus meets him. “Did she accuse you of shitting yourself?” Mournimar nods and Ficus suggests that he use spiders on Belli at some point as payback.

He walks in and updates the Cultbusters on how things had gone and vice versa. The tiefling had been disposed of, Belli and Luck did a great job spreading the word, now it’s Ficus and Kit’s turn to add to that. Kit not being with Ficus right now as she had work to do.

As Mournimar searches for spiders, Ficus has a disgussion with Belli, a wholesome one, then makes his leave again.

Belli brings the news to the two tieflings:Ficus wants Belli to come home with him. Not permanently, but to see the family. She is freaking out, regarding this scenario, but Mournimar and Luck assure her that everything will be fine. Seeing as it is close to north of Crystalgate, they definitely will visit that at some point.

Also, goes without saying, but Belli does tell Luctan that Ficus fancies him. Luctan just smiles.

As everyone sleeps, Luctan sneaks outside and writes and draws something on a wall.

Then sleep...

In the morning, Belli, Luctan and Mournimar go to the Bathhouse, Amelia and Burk deciding to stay in, until late night for the Fight Club.

Lilliana’s Bathhouse is a very quaint looking establishment. It’s name, written in Cursive, the scent of roses and lavender bombarding the trio’s nostrils as they enter. Everything is so very aromatic and calming. Lilac purple, with blue flower pattern on the left wall.

Sat behind a counter it is a Firbolg lady. She’s clearly older as her fur is graying in some places, her eyes sunken, she’s quite gaunt. A soft and sweet lady, she brings an air of relaxation to the trio, just by being there.

They make preparations and, after some shenanigans regarding underwear, they take to the bath.

They each share some history with each other.

Belli’s dad was a barbarian, but retired. Sweetest, soft spoken man. Her mom twisted him around her finger.

Mournimar talks of his experiences, post escaping the cult for a bit...

While Luctan shares a bit about his life before the party. Reminding them he’s a tourist to the continent, he states he comes from a warm climate. He tells them a bit about his family, how he never got to meet his father. He just never was in the picture.

And he tells about his departure, how he used a scroll of teleportation to get to the continent, after things got bad...

At some point, the trio say “What’s gender, but a magic meant to be bent to the will of those, who wield it?” as Belli reveals she’s trans.

Time passes. The three get refreshed and head back, feeling like they lost a stone’s worth of weight in dirt.

On the way back, it’s about noon. A very small boy runs past them, a Halfling child. Following behind him is a taller elven girl with piles of paper. Mournimar gets one thrown at him and, upon reading it, he gathers the other two.

“ Gexum destroyed in volcanic eruption! “

“Devils were seen!”

We read the paper, telling the story of Gexum, the main source of food in the west has been completely destroyed by the volcanic eruption. Demonic creatures appearing in the chaos.

As they get supplies and run back to the temple, the session ends,

TO BE CONTINUED!!!

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