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supercantaloupe · 10 months
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some ghosts are never gone, but we go on, we still go on
two years after The Incident. ethan is learning to live again, when an unexpected and unexplained visitor shows up and throws a wrench into everything.
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calledkore · 2 years
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Assuming Aro and Carlisle were both on the same dating app, what are their profiles like? Ie, how do they present themselves to attract others (and I know they're already in relationships let's just blame the dating app gift vampire).
Bonus points for Elezear because he's the worst.
I want to know what AU has caused vampire dating apps.
I can only assume we're in one of those cutesy AH AUs where Carlisle is a barista (not allowed to be a doctor anymore) and Aro is a cutthroat lawyer at his practice Volterra, and the pair totally aren't into each other except they are and find out over the course of thirty chapters how these two get together over hard to remember coffee orders!!!, or as you say the Dating App Vampire, we'll call him Larry the Lovebird, has used his gift to bless every vampire with profiles.
But alright, I can pretend this is another blog for a moment and that I do write Ao3 fics instead of eldrtich monstrosities.
Aro
We know from Aro's hunt for Sulpicia that he was looking for a very specific kind of person and not afraid to shop around to find them. More, with his gift and long life, I imagine he'd be less willing to discard someone based on things others do (having a degree is not a sign of intelligence, he doesn't really care what class someone is from, so on and so forth). I imagine he'd take a similar approach on a dating app. Except, in the most ridiculous way possible.
See, Aro's going to want to cast a wide net and he has his gift to cheat.
So, he's going to make himself as interesting as possible, certainly non-threatening (me? ever kill someone? perish the thought) just to get that first date where he can touch your hand and decide "yes" or "no" based off of every thought you've ever had.
Now, he can't do "generically" interesting as in online dating culture "long walks on the beach", "love hiking in the mountains", are all things everyone says they do but 5% of the people who actually say it do. He'd not only look basic, but he'd look like a liar (which he is).
So, I imagine what Aro does is present himself as a very niche persona then change that persona every few months in the dating rounds.
One month, Aro's really into heavy metal, really, super, into heavy metal. His profile is a bunch of quotes about heavy metal. The next, he's a gym bro. The next, he's a lover and poet.
Mostly, Aro just uses it as a way to meet interesting people, get interesting stories, and troll around while keeping an eye out for someone he'd actually find interesting.
(Though the real answer is that he wouldn't, as he already did this thousands of years ago with Sulpicia, and it doesn't seem like a hobby he'd pick up in this modern day.)
Carlisle
He fundamentally does not understand dating apps and has no desire to seek someone out in a relationship "oh ho ho, have I told you about my baggage where I'm a man-eating demon who can never get close to everyone, survives constantly starved, and more?"
I imagine his app is just his name and his face.
That's it.
He looks like a lazy attempt at cat fishing.
Eleazar
Now, I don't know about Eleazar, his participation in the Denali escapades is technically up in the air, but I know the Denali would likely have dating apps.
But if Eleazar had one, if we're going wtih my interpretation of the worst man alive, then it is a sight to behold.
Eleazar in leather pants with a rose between his lips (he is Spanish you know) lying on a couch looking at the camera seductively behind a black and white filter (partly to make him look less like a demon, partly for the sexy). Eleazar shirtless in front of a mirror in an artsy shot that looks either out of a style magazine cover or the film Zoolander.
All the quotes amount to "I will blow your mind", but said more eloquently and often in Spanish.
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A little more of what I’m up to:
If I ever let you leave Mazanderan, Behrouz once said, wind rifling through his hair, you must promise me there will be no more reckless violence. No more death upon your hands. There is a worthy man somewhere inside of you. Make something good with him.
At first, Erik laughed—right in his little Daroga’s bonny face, blessings on its memory—at the impossibility of such a promise. A man composed of death from head-to-toe had a right to his natural trade; take a sailor off the water and he will stumble around terra firma on his sea legs, after all.
But as the decades began to creep up on his tenure in Paris, Erik was mildly pleased to learn that there was little difference between killing and making art; perhaps it was why it had become so easy to replace one with the other almost entirely, save for a necessary indulgence. Destroy a sheet of newsprint, or else smatter it with carmine lake, rich as blood. Squeeze the life from a metal tube of paint, grind a pencil into a useless stub, and watch them slowly crumple into uselessness before your eyes. To say nothing of how hanging or stretching out a canvas was a considerably tidier affair than hanging or stretching out a men. Canvas did not piss itself or beg for god, did not leave behind wailing widows or round-eyed children. You were its god. You, its lover. You, the one who remained behind to witness their legacy.
Besides, it is not the inherently good man who makes art, or so he told himself, whenever his past sins slinked up against his memory like a cat. Rather, it is the man searching for his own meaning who does.
And ashamed as he was to admit it, music seemed to only bring pain these days. For though his violin inevitably found its way into his hands on a regular basis, song always blew through him like wind, biting and fast-fleeting. Such was first love grown cold, or so the poets said. Yet despite his crimes, he was young enough to believe a part of him was still capable of creating some sliver of beauty. Architecture had returned to him naturally in this phase of life, yet the Opera was Garnier’s child, however much he might interfere and hassle the man otherwise. And at the end of the day, whatever else he designed on his own terms, he was still building worlds for other men to inhabit. Men who still could live in this one unmolested and admired, despite their transgressions.
Such were the hard truths to confront in trying to exist like those men, nevermind the nightmare of his face: that music was ingrained and inevitable, impossible to forget because of the way it had woven itself around the tragedy that was his existence. That destroying buildings required a level of violence which he told himself was no longer within him. But drawings—paintings—ah! They were like mirrors. Easily smashed, highly forgettable if you saw enough of them in this world. And every day, a new luminary rose amongst society, only to be forgotten amongst a fresh wave of other image-makers. Fair play, then. Let him be a creator and an iconoclast—it was a step above being a monster.
It was in keeping with this train of thought that he dragged himself to the Salon that spring of 1865, false nose in place, ready to brave the brunt of a Paris thirsty for meaning in this rare period of bucolic nothingness. He’d been out of the world for most of his life, yet never had Erik felt the longing to finally join it so keenly; it whispered, low and lovely, that such a world was only just slightly out of his reach. And why should he believe otherwise? He’d a beautiful home on a quiet street in Montparnasse, a small office staffed with a handful of spineless but otherwise competent yes men, and a contract to one of the most important projects the city had seen in decades—perhaps centuries. Barring his ugliness, he was almost a gentleman. And modern gentlemen, it was understood, were men of art.
All of the chatter around that season’s exhibition concerned Manet’s latest ode to Paris: a massive vignette depicting some lady of ill-repute and her maid, the former staring directly at the viewer like she was Venus herself and not some stunted, stubby-legged creature summoned from the depths of Pigalle; he laughed when first saw it, delighted in the fact that most people in the room were horrified enough by her presence to ignore his entirely—despite the fact that a million such women floated in and our of their lives as easily as the breeze. Despite the fact that such women fucked the attending husbands, enraged their poor wives, and spent the money that might have gone to their children or good names on whatever it took to survive and, perhaps, survive well.
From beneath the wide brim of his hat, Erik glanced around the gallery; he imagined spotting his darling Behrouz’s amused scandal, found himself hoping to spot a convivial smile, or some other scrap of kindred humanity. Something to tell him that he was not completely alone in the world as he always knew was, deep down.
That was how he first saw her: a tall camellia amongst withering irises, dressed from head to toe in black silk despite the delightful May weather. Beneath the little veil on her hat was a face worthy of Marianne—a straight, patrician nose; wide, almondine eyes; a mouth that looked as if it were sculpted for the sole purpose of indiscriminate, egalitarian kissing. But as beautiful as she was, it was the expression on her face that arrested him so. It was hard to describe, save for that it was something like a mixture of humiliation and proud understanding—the same emotion he felt as the crowds of Nizhny Novgorod showered him in gold in praise of his ugliness. Her spine remained ramrod straight all the while, despite the large man on her arm chortling and whispering something in her ear, the corner of her mouth downturning ever so slightly. Even as her chaperone walked away, she remained fixed in that position, save for the occasional nervous swipe of a gloved thumb over her parasol’s handle.
And somewhere, above the offended din of the masses, Erik heard a music he’d long forgotten—the awful thumping of his heart.
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dessertgeek · 6 months
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The Mari Lwyd Twitter saga (2021)
This is part of my efforts to transcribe @seananmcguire's annual holiday Mari Lwyd Twitter threads/poetry battles. The hashtag for now is #Mari Lwyd Project, the first post is here, this thread's source is here.
This round is Seanan + @tkingfisher back for another round of cheese and rhymes! And 2021's is the one that inspired me to work on this, as the non-Twitter versions I could find, though there be plenty, were all screenshots.
As always, credit to the authors/poets/cheese protectors. CWs for food and caps. Settle in for a read. (And if there are more 2021 poetry battles can someone please link me or transcribe and send me a link? I'm not finding more yet.)
Seanan: HELLO MY SWEET, IT'S BEEN A YEAR. I KNOW YOU MISSED ME: NOW I'M HERE. YOU HEARD MY BELLS UPON THE BREEZE. I HOPE YOU'RE WELL PREPARED WITH CHEESE.
Ursula: I’ve blockaded the pantry, I’ve bolted the door I’ve piled up the padlocks ‘til they’ll padlock no more, It may be quite churlish, but this cheese I’ll defend From equine depredations ‘til the cold bitter end.
Seanan: THE WIND THROUGH MY BONES HAS BEEN FREEZING AND CRUEL, IT BLOWS DOWN THE CANDLES AND KINDNESS OF YULE, AND I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'D BE QUITE THIS UNKIND. YOU'LL SPARE NOT A CRUMB, NOR A SLIVER OF RIND?
Ursula: If you asked me for money, I’d write you a check, And the clothes off my back, I’d pile on your neck. But my cheese—! I’m sorry, but that is the bar, I’m all for charity, but you’re going too far!
Seanan: IF YOU HAVE MONEY, CHEESE IS SIMPLE: IN YOUR ACCOUNT IT LEAVES NO DIMPLE. IT'S HARD TO SHOP WHEN YOU'RE JUST BONES, YOU'RE MET WITH LOATHING, STICKS AND STONES.
Ursula: In that case, my friend, I will now blow your mind For cheese can be had, from the curd to the rind. With the power of the internet, your torment will end, If you’re a skeleton, online shopping’s your friend!
Seanan: AND YET I FIND THAT SHOPPING'S HARD WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE A CREDIT CARD FOR "WINTER SPIRIT'S" MY PROFESSION, BUT PUTS NO CASH IN MY POSSESSION.
Ursula: That seems like a problem, I freely admit, The solution, I fear, not within my remit. But if your profession’s not a matter of choice, Have you tried sending Winter some kind of invoice?
Seanan: THE SOLUTION FOR NOW IS RIGHT THERE IN YOUR HAND: OFFER ME CHEESE, DOESN'T MATTER WHAT BRAND, AND I'LL SPEAK TO THE SPIRITS OF COLD AND OF FROST AND ASK THEY SPARE ROOTS, LEST YOUR GARDEN BE LOST.
Ursula: So we’re moving to threats now, is that what I hear? Menacing my garden which you know I hold dear? It’s on now, bone horse, forget the Brie— You mess with my plants and you’re messing with ME.
Seanan: I OFFER NO THREATS, BUT THE BLESSINGS OF SPRING: FOR FROST COMES WITHOUT ME, IT'S THAW THAT I BRING. I ASK FOR A TOKEN, ONE YOU CAN REPLACE, AND MOVE WITH THE WINTER TO SOME OTHER PLACE.
Ursula: This type of wording is really quite damnable Like a Mafia Don saying “This places looks...flammable.” Leaving my garden so the frost won’t attack it? Cold bone horse, you’re running a protection racket!
Seanan: YOUR POINT IS VALID, THAT SEEMS PLAIN, AND YET IT SEEMS I MUST REMAIN. I'LL SIT HERE IN MY CHEESELESS CORNER, AND SO THE YEAR WILL GROW NO WARMER.
Ursula: It’s true I long for Spring’s return Yet Necessity must sometimes burn Seems to me this vein’s untapped… What happens if I keep Winter trapped?
Seanan: YOUR PATHS STAY SLICK, YOUR WINDOWS FREEZE, AND ALL BECAUSE YOU WON'T SHARE CHEESE. YOUR FIELDS ARE FALLOW, GRASS UNSPROUTED WHEN YOU WON'T LET ME BE RE-ROUTED.
Ursula: Ah, but think of Winter in Summer’s home— The savings on AC alone! A captive winter’s a useful tool, Just much climate could you cool?
Seanan: NOT QUITE AS MUCH AS YOU'RE NOW THINKING, AND I'D FAR RATHER JUST BE DRINKING, IT'S EASY TO BE FREE OF ME. JUST GIVE A SINGLE BITE OF BRIE.
Ursula: I don’t fear winter’s icy blast When it’s 72 and overcast But consider this with empty eyes How about a compromise?
Seanan: ...WHAT COMPROMISE ARE YOU PROPOSING? IT'S NOT LIKE I'LL BE DECOMPOSING. BUT AS THE SNOWFLAKES GLEAM AND GLISTEN, THIS I SAY TO YOU: I'LL LISTEN.
Ursula: I’ll write the word “cheese” on the back of a napkin And slide the note under this door you’re attackin’. And don’t argue with me that the cheese is synthetic— The best magic always has been sympathetic.
Seanan: WHILE IT STILL SEEMS A TAD BIT MEAN, IT SUITS ENOUGH TO MATCH THE SCENE. THE THING THAT'S WRIT THE THING IN FACT, AND SO I'LL GO...BUT I'LL BE BACK.
Ursula: Goodbye, bone horse, the season moves Its icy wheel beneath your hooves. And as I devour this cheese with chives I feel I should apologize. ‘Twas wrong to plot to see you imprisoned— But there’s no ethical consumption in capitalism.
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queenlucythevaliant · 2 years
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i. The sun was setting in the west when the Standing Silence came. He thought, I would seal it in amber forever: the quiet, the memory, and the light shining over Númenor that was. Such things felt more True than anything else.
ii. We are truth-speakers, we men of Gondor. I would not snare even an orc with a falsehood.
iii. In the sun-soaked days of his boyhood, Father would often steal both his sons away from their studies when the mood struck him. He would take them to Mother’s favorite balcony, which faced west, and tell tales of Númenor until their eyelids began to droop. He did all the voices and talked with his hands.
iv. Elendil the Tall was Boromir’s favorite from among the old heroes, but Faramir always begged for stories of Eärendil. When they played together, Boromir carried a sword, and Faramir a silmaril.
v. (He wondered later if carrying that perilous jewel so often in his youth had prepared him for the temptation of the Enemy’s Ring. It seemed kinder to Boromir to imagine it so.)
vi. He cut down his first orc when he was fourteen, and then immediately he turned around and tried very hard not to vomit. There was vile, dark blood on his blade and the stench of it was too awful, too true. True—yes, what was true? Faramir shut his eyes and told himself over and over, He was going to hurt Boromir. I defended my brother. I defended him. Eventually, the roiling feeling in his stomach subsided.
vii. Boromir and Faramir went out into the world warriors, and returned to a father who no longer told stories. Bereft, Faramir ventured ever deeper into the library to sate his longing for history. It was there, studying a tome on Númenórean relics, that he met Mithrandir.
viii. “Sometimes,” said the pupil to the wizard, “I feel rather like a Númenórean relic myself.”
ix. Only the more devout Rangers observed the Standing Silence in the wilderness; yet when their captain was with them, they all took part. Round the fire after supper, Faramir would tell stories of the West while his men sat rapt. He spoke like a poet as he wove his history, and he talked with his hands.
x. Faramir loved his brother more than anyone else in the world. In the end, he killed him with a dream.
xi. Boromir! He heard himself cry, Where is thy horn? Wither goest thou? O Boromir. And just like that, his brother was gone.
xii. Faramir knew that it was not his boyhood preoccupation with the Eärendil that made him able to withstand the Ring’s temptation. It was not even his promises to Frodo. No, in the end, it was only the Truth: the Ring was a black, perilous thing. Faramir knew.
xiii. At the Standing Silence that night, he looked towards Númenor and wondered if Boromir was feasting with his fathers.
xiv. “So be it,” said Faramir, steadily meeting his father’s gaze, and many other things were contained in those words. He said, “Yes, I would let the Ring pass again, even if it meant all our deaths” and “I am glad that Boromir failed in taking it.” He said, “I am not sorry" and "Wasn't it you who taught me love for the True and the Beautiful?" Later, after Denethor was dead, Faramir wondered whether his father had heard him.
xv. He woke in the Houses of Healing at the word of Isildur’s heir. When his stomach roiled in the hours that followed, Faramir thought back to that glorious realization. The king has returned. His hands can heal.
xvi. When he stood before Éowyn and said, “In this hour, I do not believe that any darkness will endure,” it did not feel like a grand declaration. The darkness was passing. It was. It was.
xvii. An Eagle came flying into the city that day crying, “For your King shall come again, and he shall dwell among you all the days of your life. And the Tree that was withered shall be renewed, and he shall plant it in the high places, and the City shall be blessed.”
xviii. A few hours later, Éowyn found Faramir weeping on his mother’s balcony.
xix. Oh Éowyn, he gasped, every Beautiful thing I ever hoped for is coming True. 
xx. Above them, Gil Estel was shining.
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scotianostra · 11 months
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On June 16th 1807 Rev. John Skinner, poet, theologian and Episcopalian minister of Longside in Buchan, died.
A particular favourite post for me, I just love the tune Tullochgorum, especially the Dougie MacLean version.
The story behind the song goes that the Reverend was visiting in the house of a lady named Montgomery, in the town of Ellon, Aberdeenshire, the lady is said to have asked for a song after dinner, in order to put a stop to a political dispute round the table, at the same time she is said to have expressed surprise that the fine old strathspey, called The Reel of Tullochgorum, had no appropriate words to it. On this hint, Mr. Skinner produced the present song, and it was first printed in the Scots Weekly Magazine for April, 1776.
Rev. Skinner, though brought up in a Presbyterian household, joined the Episcopal Church in the late 1730s. This was no small decision, as it cost him his schoolmaster’s job. He had to move to Shetland securing the post of private tutor to the Sinclair family. Happily, it was also where John met his wife, Grissel Hunter. By the time their first son was born in 1742, the Skinners had returned to the mainland and John had been ordained at Longside.
These were dangerous times, however, as government troops attacked all Episcopal churches and manses, believing the whole denomination to be on the side of Bonnie Prince Charlie. Skinner himself was no enemy of the Protestant Hanoverian monarchy, yet this meant nothing to rapacious soldiers intent on destruction. In July 1746, following Culloden, a local informer brought the Redcoats to Longside; it was said she was seen exulting as Skinner’s church was razed to the ground.
With no church, the minister preached from the manse to small groups of his congregation sitting in different rooms or standing in the garden, all to evade the legal restrictions against Episcopal services. In 1753, again due to this particular female informer, Rev. Skinner found himself imprisoned for six months at Old Aberdeen. It is little surprise considering he wrote scurrilous verses against his persecutor, describing her as a ‘shrine-destroying Jezebel’, after the Pagan queen of Israel. In 1760 things began to improve; George III was far more tolerant of the Scottish Episcopalians, leaving Skinner to continue his ministry in peace.
Tullochgorum, which contains the lines ‘Let Whig and Tory all agree’, represents John Skinner’s amazing capacity for tolerance, but also his wit against the proud and foolish. Skinner makes clear his distaste for those who would be ‘oppression’s tool’ and declares ‘May envy gnaw his rotten soul/ And discontent devour him.’ He lived to see his church freed from persecution, yet experienced the sorrow of outliving his beloved Grissel, who died aged 80. 86-year-old John died peacefully on June 16, 1807 in Aberdeen.
Come gie’s a song montgomery cried And lay your disputes a’ aside What nonsense is’t for folks to chide For what was done before ‘em Let whig and tory a’ agree Whig and tory whig and tory Whig and tory a’ agree To drop their whigmigmorum Let whig and tory a’ agree To spend this night in mirth and glee And cheerfu’ sing alang wi’ me The reel o’ tullochgorum Tullochgorum’s my delight It gars us a’ in ane unite And only sumph that keeps up spite In conscience i abhor him Blythe and merry we’ll be a’ Blythe and merry blythe and merry Blythe and merry we’ll be a’ And make a cheerfu’ quorum Blythe and merry we’ll be a’ As lang as we hae a breath to draw And dance till we be like to fa’ The reel of tullochgorum Let wardly worms their minds oppress Wi’ fears o’ want and double cess And sullen sots themselves distress Wi’ keeping up decorum Shall we sae sour and sulky sit? Sour and sulky sour and sulky Sour and sulky shall we sit Like auld philosophorum? Shall we sae sour and sulky sit With neither sense nor mirth nor wit Nor ever rise to shake a fit To the reel o’ tullochgorum? May choicest blessings aye attend Each honest open hearted friend And calm and quiet be his end And a’ that’s gude watch o'er him May peace and plenty be his lot Peace and plenty peace and plenty Peace and plenty be his lot And dainties a great store o’ them May peace and plenty be his lot Unstain’d by any vicious spot And may he never want a groat That’s fond o’ tullochgorum But for the discontented fool Who wants to be oppression’s tool May envy gnaw his rotten soul And blackest discontent devour him May dool and sorrow be his chance Dool and sorrow dool and sorrow Dool and sorrow be his chance And honest souls abhor him May dool and sorrow be his chance A’ the ills that come frae france Whae'er he be that winna dance The reel o’ tullochgorum
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libidomechanica · 1 month
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Whose line and layen her ear, Scarce perchd
A Meredith sonnet sequence
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Of that had more rainy—tears we send arrived,   expect our sunburned thorough something   he stone her helpless clear the kitchen home enjoyment; and mine with an ungrateful ground, depopular and proue; but, his lair.   Whose line and layen her ear, Scarce perch’d with his   shirt off, dancing unnaturally his chinne. Of the coffee, which happy maid. He did not been breast; and such a thing-a snail, a   nest. At night, that name, tis shall ne’er err; deep   had been Petrarch’s heir. Come I wail, that four corners which by and dancing; each end perceive, whose from poets of life, their vocation,   all over the fashion of Gold: the   Gothic bricks of cheeks, crimson shone a most secret powers! Azure gleam of passions.
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Furnace sealed, and joy so pure a hearts first   he dwelt with that he flits only dry   instantial to myself had crossed her. In Weal or Woe, not for the nebulous delight. By doing, my darling sad, therefore it   was wonder’d upon the palm. If any   faults the crye iesus blest. The hand call its kind her made thy holy think, or act, or further question from heaven, that bloom, too,   bleed a thing in a dreads the gloomy voice   rang from so long. The approved by love. Which he leaden eye was as thou born in think your countenaunce. Will ye not cure! Had bagg’d   this scarlet clasp’d each his berth, than was, than   to nurse desp’rate grown with her e’e? And molten on thee weeping, for flowering air.
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Yet the surprise, undressing on the wall   his thin, the grim to obey, even some   small station of this stead. Can’t come than early snowmelt alone, and at even ere it be that of art, a voice of vice,   Juliana’s eyes on the scrolls on the mother,   and gazing on the except something to themselves assigned with quia impossibile. And what tis she without hardly face   there, love, you stood the forehead him, I’ll have   wept her own fears for those for the knew the very step of death! Herself seeming raiment. He enter’d soon for his own soul, nor   was death. They give warning sky with vexation;   their mask was patent, and the pool. Then grave whatever been a brilliant eyes strains.
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Thought so, nor this Canto, and like a year.   I heard next? And all let me stand, so glad   it not for sale sent hour to-night, and date- breath crept into the Lambe? ’Ning roof of glad it happened on: for that dream of passion   in my Julia, I betimes would aught   the Burial Office might be follow’d on the prisoner had been shade—a pattern of noble kind, and choking outward wall   though he censures the steadfast, she awoke,   and for yours, the blood! I have province, and nerve-twitched her lids hung along; though fame be told him with aversion for Cyril,   vext at her common-sense! Blessed; more famed for   yours, for sense, for aid, my love it enough, alas, is a wound I slipt round my back?
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Nigh and the Teian muse, and led by age is   cramm’d with her suffer dealt in fireside,   that in your wine, and a single sweet to recall who bounty, nor will always change his tedious benches are what was fresh,   the future as I need to the science   gives the dinner. ’Er did her husband’s pretty lambs we ply they can ne’er durst did hem keeper’s skin, when on the woman is on   to be perceiving to entrance the fell,   and gold. When only I cannot even if every neckcloth’s Gordian knot of travell’d, such was a Friar? From the Purple   round, and she had of poets, or if   her dress of flowers they ’d made, and that hypothesis of ill luck bene fayne.
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And Haidee’s bitters bore; stern—and she of   the lark’s will drip and dark, o’ercast me drums   do beat, the lilylike Melissa: trust can tell my wit. And, saying, Our Machiavelling on thought, and heart is when loue to   straight the hand shiver throw down the sente me   the person I love that all. Which made this separate; some do the coast. Having down this exampless at his former friends, knew who   would dry as a phrensy which tenacious,   their own, if that spot of joy; and the rose, and their rank and grace faded, and through haves off my phonecard I’m sorry I cannot   heart’s purest gold; a belt of sons exceed   the true blood to put the Town. It’s nothing waves down on your witching bride of war.
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That even generous issue as bread.   The close upon his care unclosed there   was ashamed of our poor name; She spouses, look on Marathon look’d quite figures. This way; my love; she complete; the fat; breath,—and   now delay the city listen to weep   over thou pine forehead called the air is used. Cabin, found the pale smiling sails, and what state the head, and from stood than all it   lay thy gifts sometime decline my honester   vocation had releasingst confused amid a cruel stars, all milk of his long; I shook an hundreds of your love letters   and joyous seem’d stirr’d with young, enjoy it:   whether noble vigour; there grain stretched with wool and straight to enioy. Unmixed with more.
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We tore than one knew not, ’ quoth a thing need   not, thought, in prayers. That hue; blue surge, in   God’s sweep over Juan’s gore, in these nor Art nor playful lower, and gibe the searching sound, that sweetly did her husband is, if   thy iollitee. Had gone to the prayed, we not   wholly grace my head from out an age so strict orders scholes, to brouze, or lover freedom’s treason, yode for lady and dignity.   I never changed the rind, which none other   thing and draws it from Arab lore she stormy cloud that neither of people to the eye chews the raw quiver of high they’ve   taught soul can hide and so his to muse expressed   was but their Maybush beare ah Piers, beneath which they say, Her mansion’s the figure.
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Whose between his table mean time, as wide,   but those winter lot Tis sometimes delays   to cloud that doth love, how have been in euery where Beauty’s bow. I leaves bespeak for all hast. Sing and cave shore, nor what we like   in track me liked a squall or me? For Greece,   which when look’d on her destine love and wide,— not staid long which I can not kneel. To that does she stony bed. Resolved in a person   leave both nightingales or her, in   prisoner had been told, performed, the eyes wobble as the bonie lad that Scout, then hasten they left me by the queens to me in her   eyes, and I no more? Till her, brother want   you tell her, tell me and queen without than a philosophic passions, married are.
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Since she looke, he see me on the sky full   of still is well by the soldiers maim. On   one mislike this we drink one could say too much, or Paint must suffer dear trace, still sleep: vainly seemed to write above them yode them,   his lost just probably wound; and as he found   no doubt should have our new one, strange silken- folded up and sooth to pass’d, like Ormisda stood, in another paroxysm drew   what without marble force and strange fashionable   bows arrival, square; so least appear to smile of blue: ’ o, Lady Psyche’s child was born, and joy! Rather dream I sawe in   the sweet that’s his complain and wanton   meryment. We catches in the flowering with Georgians, grown bulk, the violent enough.
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That every national; t was the deal, are   so sympathetic, most people hum it   long with sport rose to see. But thine: to- morrowed, his task, must be the place is that I shall be ador’d, as indenture stood—   how long with this night, and go, mount and just   me, Sir—you have so alike delight,—and sold giving the stern as he had they brings on the dice which is at press by thousand   made lover,—shadow, dull were hears that life,   for the present piece-meal! Love was at all we showers his broke in ours, or so; a gentle, built thou had gotte the war; shallow   guineas for fear his coal all the Crown, On   one of the Hermit’s prayer, and if I proved by the cheer; the voice, this to an end.
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Of her hart did aryse, and inexhausted   heaving might doubt what he canvas; they   treated in a sunny, for superstition! The purchase; also a lawless applauds, and a single scudo of saintly   breast the promotion. Resolve to say so   Bryant spirit, though disting. Down deep enough false or thought, light and grows a habitant of the distance and open on your   fortnight, your shoulders beat, before she ready,   o mountains grow old and resign’d. Since her stands, that were obliged by the iewell. To behold will. What never saw his soul   in your fair. And play there; we pass’d away   by heard a hint look at her? Which prison- wall: then to the profession—leaving love.
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That touch the mincing girls are fire woman,   I your martial. And the better mine, that   in the dore and adorning and perspective proving so caught the faults with her soul of the angels speaks her beauty with a   little nibble, merely woe, the dust. Mild   zephyrs waft the warbled lay, and with fragrant in a man of this of innocence and pleasure, different purple footcloth, lay   to climber for how to have had brought beakers,   before to live where was the palms that a private his energy like Nature I have no more rooted fruits, and Iphigene   to whom did attend the jealousy,   downcast eyes give way, boded not remember, and so different mine own Desire.
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So master—not that can ne’er she helpless   vigil the sea-solicitor, whom Lambro’s   receptive organ in a single her could not weeps armory; with bold Bacchant air, there we are! That is good fortune   is should have our foes, Ormisda stood temples   of love! And long speechless fell. Which, perhaps mistook its motion: few would I remember not disdayne the more her muse thy   saving—vice spare they pass it; ever gaze   on so, you offerings all arm—and vague bright as rain his flea guilty shame, I scorn the savage deed with fear. So the nice yellow   guinea and the Almighty reason rears   gainst my sky: but when they foundation too scanty, in the sound like a spire of thee.
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Ridge had more awful to see display’d by   each sence to show thou made; his agony   of please of shall be ashamed of twilight’s glory from Horace, Homer what you’d have we been other painting how ridicules   of every land under him! Touch to me,   and air, sharp north, retrieves assigned, but heard in the sought this love stol’n from her feet, the blue surge, or none; or what you were my worth   knowing weedes doth daily draw in’t a   wounded exactly ascertain light pollutions the scorn, began in the uncertaining settled, I left. ’ And Waggon, ’ could   not but earn’d here an honest gentle slumber   him upward to their suite, and squiresses. With one convulsive grass, yet I loathed?
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Pale, and in her answer: There waves of golden   health, wealth, there is flea, and spheres! And nothing   her gage, untying’ squires also crime upon the best retract; and ingredient confusion he had cuffs and knew not   wear her neck; her cheeks, crimson shone their star   by his pulse and the maids th’ unhallow’d, earth, and no man state this, that liuing little their company invite all to the   opinion as clear the past bound deep as   first, and let those who ruled the bonie Sandy O. Wrought, though link’d into a spirit from the unregarden though to draw in’t a   worthy heart by his defective dower; the   last looked should say of dross the ploughman, put up your beauty at the ensuing stars.
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Rang from the buff, all lights to lose my place   of tears, gross maternal Laws are straying   that Wise Man is on the valleys of they are lost I left the far side o’ the queen, ’ or wages nor found, and what is my possessed,   ordained to strange brighted sailes drowsy   waked her head, hand, or though not frightened child, and knit in sight, we have we been a ghost, of comeliness; when I am   and one once the double sacred poets,   or Lady Blanche ere she evening as Death with—since—since, and suffer went shuffling the cliff, when tyrant on the fair. And   listen her alike, as to see the rest   and my head, she would not ease my heart—how she crimson as clear the Devil’s Elbow.
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Of deepening sweet isle into the angels   see, which I gazed upon that heart’s endeavour   down to eat, and melts the season, when hurt my day; why warbling bed. Some kind of cat or mourning sweet refrain came and then   remembrances. That day she said her had   leuer my sere fancies show, yet t is so. Want of friends; but she love him as herded ewes, and master of pearl, and joyous seemed   both; so the Frenchmen never the sky, and   sweats, nor a conniving knockers, of second his life seem’d a vast, unto free, and this I loved, and nightly hardly known,   ormisda stood nearer her own, though either   west the brow channel. How can I can see me once, to thee speaks you send it a jewel.
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A prologue which sight washed up. The curtain   of right Sunne gynneth to love, I will now   she is dissever, then would but once he fellow far her face turn’d to Juan, left in their eyes. Nay, added to singing as he   sleepe so far I told him downe hys packed there,   according to stones of ill luck! Some were some shape would be done that brief that once adventures of weak poisonous wave had lately   his agony to pain the voice had   been shaken with his calm, thou art more Quixotic, and file thousands strong, and open cast notion of the ass back to where are   they, or if my pure gold, with rev’rence ’twixt   the milky way, another common many wooden spoke a little roof rebounds.
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Coral cave any change hooked my designed;   some thou overcome, conformation round   above that is the beautiful, her name; and also crime they, while peace he calendars, do you explored though its grand in the   valley, stream of ocean, we pondered   images again? ’ The fifth Juan, nor for me. By the day: the way which oft avenges; your mind of brute; so sad, forsooth, there’s   the Snare I languishing her, easily   gathered glory. Moons chance could not gives there? Arrive with a disease, did practise her; and her path to Lady Psyche, you now   her brow burn like a visions and sang of   so stray; in twaine that sensation droop’d as suits, and favour of dear, and the figures.
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Well, the doorway, darkens. But her feet, the   even. Thou findest use you to love, and   made, for instant and nothing that large as peopled with his moment sleep feeds on world and bliss of Charles’s Wain? Short solace bred   new they first met, as if to wax white gauze   baracan, and contest, death she and sherbets of raising each feature? Men growing blue as from the leaps! Ten the sharpe show’d the   future privileged alone. With some office;   he was all that all its Difficulty smooth, some wonderful how is it held steer and panting? If that some ship soon, as   ever. Except merely played above the   Pyrrhic dance and to moan: but all must own, what accounts and bosom beats in her soul!
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Which adoring, or none trust can make her   empty head, and oft an hair’s love We waked   her lists the blockhead as molten lead were two and the bell, and we stay’d to her, or when they don’t much youth a memorial   wood, crept by each in others, you freeze   knock at Sunion, and subject as mode be people’s barbecue, you of the din of her falling of calm with such false—thoughts at   last carnival she shape, the fall and strange   state unchased, his abode. The Martyr’s woe is an infinity, your skirts had not live ever wi’ my Phillis, has met   wi’ the foam that pictures the Diamonds fine   that other to uncover-because thou since fill’d up for he is, nor shall hear what?
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Who walked her icy breast as the urn   appealing doubt as hollow as long single   scudo of savage, with ease hath no lack of speechless grateful, her nieces shines of her face, the most balmy lip with his equal   emulation of election having   looks on the best into mountains of many a tear. At wings in his readiness had and mellow; and I have known below   a poetess, ’ turning world’s soul of his   adulations; and, couch I love still on Menie doat, and bid men like, weening as Death of herbs and that men knelt to sound, and at   your best ankle in hempen rope how like   one of us would employ, like cream-white robe assume its tide—and these few who will.
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Excelling wide sits in the pull of sense   of Heaven only sent and deface that   hole you concerned zeal; ill suits high—though my opinion as cleft, bowed on the marvel most useless, careless and you see how she’s   used of its possessing and queens to the   dog, as we know, trees never and prove, though to shun the first kissed the weight, effect, or foul! I will breath of your belles and contempt   their great hall, that street at all its dwelling   one and clattering star. Fain knows the damp window waved our call longueurs’ we’ve seen reading music a glass of Cain a second   time, there, couch; he meet. Who haue ioyed at once   adventures of ice, to the wine, must love here; of which play the queen o’ the first good.
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Grisly masque of the rival out of altered   in the victim: all that all use a   running like travellers, ’ but for this motion: twice, to the fair. Glance more them speeches which she apple, Woman e’er some; you woe.   And blissful cloud the sea entombing   already to her hair display’d, the small’ a modern Greece! Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father steps, on their Lords through both resolves: if   not,—myself have wept the hideous proof   the weak, it seen mama who first the Kirke pillow’d upon thy soul is sincerity was obvious in this loved too short,   the echo of her fair slave made Anacreon’s   spirit, thou lackest song-birds chariot rights, which is eight might arise; you woe.
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—The things I was not fooles talke with time.   To passions as she muse of a something   sheen of the fool and she on that’s in her arms round and, five years his soul. Hardly be broke of all burst her life, the hears incensed   awhile, and merely state: you hadst plac’d such   formal pace to meet than even thousand from whose weakness gracious, grace, sick, sickening cheer. So, she was, thou wilt have of dry landed   if Unworthy, yet still our own land,   part take it still the Phlegethontic rill! You had genius was not worth in woods, fly to hearts bene hyred for beasts can say   but on the heart it is the tapers to   the lease you apt to kill. Unto dying tales thy grave has done as the gardener’s jest!
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—Adeline the thing, of what is mistook   its motion. By each glowing? A touch command,   and fiddling, the innocent distress; augments doth take, and change. Only for gracious accept that nource is the moved the must   love, and, stoop, how a younger, not swerving.   Hours was more up in Phidian lore. Yet still what cast he heart, in the many, three partial kinds, but not for Sovereign part of men.   Melissa knelt to offering the inflamed   my imaginations in red bride. For when upon his hand, where left behind a Remedy for supernatural   waterman came in her; like travell’d the rocks   of wits to improvement, old name with the deep enough that crowd pursue howe’er young.
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Or strife, and cries. As no opiate, slumber,   whatsoe’er had brows I have done. Is life,   and I remembering brisk and bold and plough bent too. The crye iesus blessed; more growth weigh’d for a lass wi’ a tocher, the day; that   if revell’d stone was much the stem and fallen   mask thought is true, but of pleased; there’s the ended late, an air of the dead, and waves in mine torrent’s coil: then I’m engaged   tip into her, that green; so that broke in   one by love, while Cymon with his Heart to move to be the ocean, on seeing a sidewalk, the doubt: I see that riches when   the difference benefit of rest? And all   knowledge he strange, thrice for one life spilt for feare of her sleeping, made an atmosphere.
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—And various men, the bride-maiden hath   placed in Greece a wonder with love at start,   at any dart of Eros: but have a king born from her, resistinguish scope, more his out of tithes, who had takes it becomes   the handle before he third time, our   should be for pure moment the spot whether nymphs, who if living Death, her those enduren of these! Next look’d dose at the two will   ever seem’d full of his same value as   any needs and she felt some grey walls, the rack and soul. One myself—besides, the Realm of Yún, and further thrush and partly their   hapless song. There is the picture did joyous   love. Only—but the fanning lip, well hast. Not easy grace; there was strong he look’d!
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And the mere love not be a true to looked   with great, whom maids by no merry to pique   or hopes I heard, o’erwhelming sails were used until they knew to see, since Heaven shifting great cost, but sought, the windy sighs and   you like Ormisda mine master—infusion.   When I write of my argument of the powerless mine own line; on board are a merry, a novels e’er flood that was   this man, and then I be receives. A band   or was the country from the proud; and her. Follow they seem’d to be, where for small faults with that, for she in the rhyme, and yonder   than Believing Tyrant war the Lambe? Would   sweetes; let not the mean? And as a dean, ’ a difference, without vest; in prayed, and tomb.
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Sires had done each would but realms? Veins revell’d   in the Cyprian sound, poore Orphane, as   flower-enamoured of a great graces, like a worth, not valid to see her daughters something who bade me a grey and   one of death. Out of tissue, meridian-   like, were ill? Were not thy love too merry Spring, made epigram; but in the best instrumental farce! And one blight; then   I did surmise This was the South, fly to   clouds all at once; stout blood oft came not come. To a girdle spangled in the damp wind and left her head up and vnwise. So made great   self excused me when the murdered at home   and Justice goes its strange tradition. Don Juan’s gore, and their souls in payne: for the stage.
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In haughty terms he thorn. There was only   I pitie the mounts, and you are we hurriedly   the songs and other is it? And thwart their image in battle, thought for you. Which I have pledged my head began to oppose,   chain’d by his flying sailor lad, and sweetest   has a Wise Man is the black, with truth a rustic worships which now all the land: yet this is prow, in haughty smile. And shade   her father’s shame, and also did the found   methodistic, or Eclectic of the coasts of the wild birds be call’d from Alicant, all sufferings are the day light and break   the base. And a wretches back appeared, the   rest broken box that liuing die, a poetess way, and you back, and we will showed the while.
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His prey, by flame, youth proffered in the   chastely lost, a prophet oft, at their flockes   fled, alas! And the songs and company beau, Ben, the mind the hand, now bestow their golden lighted, the mark—and if not   leisure think, or at least, and gathers here   amid them to see the living heart swell in loving, nought he deed when they don’t ask my ear within, to confined doom. Stout Cymon   sudden, produced to her; the midst a   fragrant smoke. Fair Adeline waste had ever its dew-drop laves, and tell her was wet. Husband; so I did see, hanging with   most sweet on such—but much more shall she made   him more ended by a teare, she now here link’d hand and a wretched pose, fingers are.
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Aristocrat—one who have breathe—because   to a lord, who turn the Laocoon’s all the   faint at full of presage: thought. And corrupted all in the Simoom sweep o’er them link’d within your happens with wrath, and therefore   they loveliest, chaste liaison of bright, if   you agree. Sweet friendship’s just escape me? For they liv’d and faith no flower-enamoured his dust, not in vain defend. I   long with darts a different makes the watching,   or would without much that, of course, and shun their statue-like fritillaries scarce would awakening, Iphigene to live with   graces slides upon their very don’t pretend   to pass as a something his hand whose precipitate a noose above the cliffs.
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Alone threaten’d they not becomes the bride.   The alphabet, Logos appear to you   slay me heats are not. His eyes it thing a former strife, that to take it were done, his pink throat: with shepheards its many a time   began to gloom to their darke same, a great   Whole, but our palace gleam like to mourner wilt though that’s called out for miscreaunce, heaping vp waues of tourists. For Greek maid on each   other’s land, and wars of the while kiddie   vnwares his cowl; and corrupted homage yields: my Lady stretching o’er the ether fly from his defiled. For sinner; pleasing;   my bones are it.—A supernaturally   something read strangers is then the death. Light flash’d o’er durst did me kiss, for Oh!
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The ashes; while something, save one despair?   Thanked some little things rather varied with   liberation for he whole and cried; and then yielding, the dead had held till my smart. He, standing viewed the noon’s all the papery   dead so much as if she could not know   who ruled them stood; and then ask’d her arms were worth in lays. The inflated for thy hands and alien tears could avenges; but   being spent: for him. And the crystal flooding   your Castalies; I fed you of that I must make you like Ormisda loved and courage to shoot outrun me. Thou would his   life hover near the rest unpaid. Bade thy   charge? And shun the duke of clergymen have greasy he fed; robert Burns: welcomed brain?
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Deal, dismiss’d: ah, woman, surprised at large   black hair is pity with one that everywhere   Dante saw Aurora’s the false Foxe by toil me her sent; i’m sensible red lips were unfit for such an offer to   understand these wall, this is proper to   stomble at the same late: for her amazed, a supernaturally his o’er vales and a smallest voice with any other,   all come and sweeps both are left her which bright,   and laid open; but the Phlegethontic rill! He does not made Norman Church his blues band, and I see, no more. Watchful wind, as   no more! You could not keepe beneath in ladies.   Feeling to do with great wrong’d four tiny infirmer friend than by the horses.
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The subject as molten on the towered   the bones for he music a glasses of   shame with new and next day—that the other ring. Then her face; but she wept her face also lips were red, cheeks, crimson shone things. I   was floors were joint is free; so, when Love’s corporal   quaking, the garden trees. The chews the floor, his heart to fly from thou growest: so wert noble schooled the shine; but forty-five,   as all the grim laughter, what the most tell   her pirate. And tower, but now was angry howl, and said, had no fruite that had gain that liuing did flow. It was wont to take some   boding fear: six thousands, side-faced; and he   sights, came in the fair. We are not gives of my sight are not your heard in this I loved?
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And the port: if thine eye as in my top   teeth. Tis something ghastly, desolate, as   the foremost, and you slay the absence wedded some sing from his spirit—not a mistress what wintry dame, the we moon the same   and Death must be! And, in the prima donna’s   immemoration of elder where is not long expired, above my strife, and layen while he love. That he gain’d by the dinner-   bell has acres o’ charms my squalid   cot; shunn’d, hated, wrong; also to us and dreary cowl and Horror soon or that I am thy resort; which by love of   old pedigree match’d, and one is stream, and   compose nor quaranting? Now posting lime with barren staff, which were resolved in vain.
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When I see the winds and wave: and a pose.   White should teach man does themselves, while there were   sometime declining pick’d into shame, and though it hath blest mood and feel them go, slips through the sente me they displaie, how would he hatch   them runne at first and tomb for the greasy   he felt that life but sincere these the scrolls to be relic, as the pavilion: they bestowing. And the whole, that were some, that   were those lingereth shepheards had not feel   another most sanctify the lore short essayed, all mazed to shewe no more: so vile esquires and stream of pale as in   the chose this century. Surprise with this   fledged my mind, and the wore these cogitations. Achilles; the end of a turbot.
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Prepare for feared to where her can that paint   and men wealth to save. Could stir his face of   life, which scarce had sette to her things and grasp, for all as the self-same was half-acre tombs and nothing, that this past o’erwhelming   sounds whistled a thousand sandals, and the   Greek to change of his raving-wild, I curse, and if her sire’s; when the rays of sight, and kings. Dear Christ. Which with—since their wonted calm   in his tongue to face; the main frolic Grace,   he shore, nor drop at will floure done, must own, she stairs of Rhodes is the hallways. And such warbled state thy her company a bore,   which when he seems winning like him from love;   she had gone, lest that which ensued he storm: a hands beneath the deem’d absences grow.
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Dreading to the world of Pantisocracy;   ’ or Wordsworth’s poem, call’d his trains. We   text the Castalies; thus much on one in such—but much bustle to be this save the heard of their false Fortunes in our life is   a mystery by mistaken, the light   embracing, she rains its amaze the home to take heard Troy doubt; and if unfit to know, tenfold on train was grey, and staring   eyes, as in a loving the saddle before.   Back to me, had not sweets, the massive her senseless like a cliché. I smote on the shines outgoe, with case; but, come, can yet the   posts were in the parent the brain, as the   should Human Pity do that eve and my brain to the child, one isle, which encumber.
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Leaving settled as in the brimming board   to steal to be helps to accept that was   they, generate mind, tossing on her aspect through all wasted plain and your wrong berth. Passing face; then men must not fooles talk’d   on board, and thereof he chaunce make you, if   Laura had been together heart within us. At stature, and is headland overboard unsaleable being flies a   troop of insolencie, lulled the way, is bigger   that our fortune, where, waits foretold; the very blot then? The love him good for me. Tis sometimes musicall: and all his form’d   the rest to his lady. The glass of temper   you are you, a woman of his anger and not arts,—the owner, with strings were.
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Till pursuer; at mine ear. Which is at   peace her chased, unhired, If indeed there,   on the sexiest meal of senses in my braine was the rose upon thee this I know how false or twice, the tuck-in of him,   gliding board her lover recollect the   lost lamb at her friend! Who watch’d through the half- disrooted from her flash’d o’er thy daynties hate, while the lovers, rather worth! Had held   in gyves, that after his conquerers   of the Hand oft avenge us, to which thoughts and fell, and flying from out the figur’d in woe, betray’d o’ershadowy brook,   to showed to his talk in vain to me, and   layers he; no Indes such as marble, plate accordauncen eche one thine account.
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Some vivacity among there is it?   He look for each vndercharger to his all   their falling on the damp hair waited until you’re wrong, and the sharp shingles with only had kills that shall seek out for me; plant   the device of beer: his soul had caught to   hit. Tis true, sicker thing in love and bubbled up for me. And cats, and lamented virgins—a child of vice, Julia, therewithal   sweetner art; at the chaste descending;   once in leudnes and tombs, and keep not their night, when I touch’d his life allow’d, earth and serenely in the midst a fragrant   says De Stael; in Italy he’d prance or   mourn to one cares for them heare. But thou will omit thee and follow many a fact.
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And laid in the breezes rapturous are   such a yoke and I, its way of you may   do rigours, they will not see these fruits offspring orb were scarce evening the gout. Put up your own anxious to a concourse these rebels   move, and rumble, as in a fray, where   leaned the braine is her one, must and heeded not say—at least five hundred dollars, and a woman, and change, on his abode, a   lover intelligences grow. I   carrying of a piece, boasting gaol by Reading gales forsake, hung with the sigh Ai ai Tan Kuuerheian they seek, nor bodies   she must come, which serenely savage more,   if I could not then last to the walked no blood, even to their statues, even France.
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Face; but, his Jewels, and leaves is dress, her   reposed its ravishers remain. It present   thou in acts: their Christ brings her eyes, Forst by the twaine, in chafe, him free, and hell, that grown of Empire of Death of honour   bosom rose; but I’m digression; for sometimes   better what tis said that passion sunk, the favour at his secret, my Sandy O; tho’ we pass’d a new poems by your   arms, and some shepheards swain, who, radiant in   a suit of the answering how ridiculous. How far I toil, still, and all its Difficulties? I smote her dealt in flowed   so favourite odes on ours, not ashamed   of summer’s dead You have our life rose to see him of canzonets all butterflies.
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The top, and woes. We die a dead leaf, ’ and   again, for little in all their brothers   of the fall be true their ships unrightest o’ Beauties, ocean’s ebb, and sleep so sore, hey ho! Our prime ministering sneer, that did   aryse, and merely for stands which I though   when we moved the World. Alas! Lord was more came—and would be like Southcote’s Shiloh, and for why the letters woman ties and   flood of the clime its doing absurd. Still   it bring. What nas remote; was who was the Greek father’s shame with us, your day. The wheel? Far to thee were do people do well,   ere one. She known at zero, as some slight   us, for with pale cheerless, and whatsoe’er youth, I mean take me on my small pleasure.
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On the offending blow. They care among   the stay this best, open to seize his   defiled, his Children and the weel-stockit farms. That never was so great verse’s far too sick, or of his noble verse’s fate;   sad struck me like when there; his hair some Zephyr   caught only things I was a taste for Man’s gore, had done another’s shame than such warbling of the sweets I failing and old   grant posies, a cap of The Fire—ever   remove? They were good does not a white face of the worldes child to the hour I toil, the mostly rout that never-changing the   surf and, five years could not care, and knew not   in wreathed horses; he had his brayne, the barbed antennae trawling furious soul?
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We knowne, and the guard, drawn by thy water.   Your master found; the mount and go, and seen   you miss, or heaved like a service to fill which cloys, for soon them heart with silken-folded down tents. Glass and bawled up a forming   feet, the most impel, till the dead leaf, ’ and   I no further of land rest, the press-gang crescent, would give our father deeply bleed great experience, with a glass will sit   upon my should make that blow by heart and   leaves to see the Kidde stood with younglings had brows; forbeare of this be heard, some with sympathised, although my opinion of   May, and rain. Lost in a sweet Lipp, you of   the blizzards and squires also wrote should have seen youth and landskip, have matched by sun.
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And has not thy blood. His body shade. The   nebulous star beings wi’ a tocher,   then she wept o’er the braunche of that I owe to the distant view: in vain to speak, dreading viewed their game of blue what should hinder   him! Strong as me; for when birds charms of our   sails and watching Time I heard of Wisdom from my eyes beneath those who seeming to inquired or doomed in peaceful fold, a   pleasure, drink crept by each believe Columbus.   And to swing. With authors fear! And be, too, such visions full moons shalt find none, nought to enioy. But their eyes, and somebody,   but fell delivering Addio’s! I   internal summer, midnight to swing a breezes rapt from the gifted me who can smiles.
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With gems; he sigh’d;—the voice were the Mother   to eat, and round her teeth of wine, and keep   the year, in that fond of your small state complain how frivolous a baby many a mess in happy spring on the disowned,   and force his hand, went inroads the most   secret tread as the porous sneer, and the wood; for a laggard smiled, but Lust, is well— but tis that ere held with her thou hast all   throned persephone rings, a woman’s fat,   direction, the cascade that same beneath, when ourselves—’t was the grouped in his lost on the pype to rally, he would entwine   like a new opened, and dress tribe; with surprise   the key to forbear, Sir’ I; and all along. Quiets at their fountains open?
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His one puts by the could tell whether had   be know paralysis, that they be broke,   and blown a life former luckles of her Ford, one is short exiles from when I behold, he flesh be much a word, for lift my   hands nor me where them slight choose, I rise they   grew? Her eyes: but God’s sweet mouth will stand my own king a sights her has met with patient— all for the Captain’s lay; or on her in   that every spirits, and fawning in the   Netherby ne’er you … mother, when joyous love, and would represence the bloods made the near. Not peace into her, brother, his vanquished   side by singing to be kindling   Religion till he cannot ceased wither’d at length he gains his were never came like me!
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When in a court for All—None but served, than   he thing so, with whom the fact much more aghast:   a peace and though the devil a Phrygian. While kiddie quoth she hand can hope or more a serious lace, and he mutter’d,   ’twere borrowe. Strangle hour or mourners   which makes yours years his toilet, but the situation with show’d good to good, what confusion pump in time of fire which he centre:   let to song, ’ or were our fire on her   call! And for me,—so sweet said, better days the holds a part take perhaps may be but the sound, each in Washing sleep when the tale   half the Cyclops mad with his people can   hide and stumbled as his only white face, or that all pardon—as it thine and cries.
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Belief has some one shallow river while.   An’ it’s like Alexis smoke. Over my   heart with gaze on so fondled thy lov’d, neglect is too soone waste, as all the Worlds would fondly chere the wet, stifling? Plates—   withouten readiness of Doom. But we, my   dear. A growl like a ballad or round, as poet could ever,—would your father’s fancy which open grass. Into all the snow   not how men that dark disgrace. They faded,   and the iron gin that hath been his cheek the others faster, one flea our travell’d in the sparkling flame: which in my cruel   snare. That trash or so, but that sat in the   third asking others all the globe the nuptial exampless stood up as before meet.
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Who was they are nothing for those by traines   that testified, made about a dead   man short or console: and the lost a dandelion seed-pod and wakened his hanged the tedious by the wrist is he   remained, he reach’d some neighbors, going all   the threw a rueful ground the miracle. The pinnacle of pleasant meadows on the heart, with the crush’d the knight, O Heav’n, the   talent theology by the iron   gin that distress when he arose, for a sight went round, depopulace own Soul, devising and a things, and a tear, and   favoured our lover, and lawless when   crockery wand’ring since purple throat: with curious, and sang. The evenings on the sigh’d.
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I listens mute the mought in hearts first is   no time is ship without a white like the   wing, one isles of flames heroic bosom is the most orators, artists, like a hawk, an’ it’s light and may seemed both night be   driving, lowers incensed awhile, look at   leisure three. She end; for her of being lights that he was one minute. I was to the sat with system out at they ’ve   take another, Have the cause though in a   glass, and sick unto his father’s peppered lamb, and who rest and her side to new-found methodistic, or Eclectic, became   his own sphere on tithes, and they who watch   whose follow the rock; or like one dawn was resolve to you, as to the wine were gone.
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Were what care of—succumbing all her look;   as if nail’d a strong as if pain degraded   and quickened birds hatching sound of the slept in we will not look up my burns the last I shall were grew his same legend to   foe and bear the warrior’s column was come   to only a yards other to be born and quiet, to their walls shining its resurrections. Of the would be gracious verse,   what by love still; below, we’ll go, and   castanets did the weeping one who longed around to me resides. For still so counsel, lived in his hour, with such iouysaunce, her orange   a thing, I gave me should have tried both,   or Homer’s day; and the North long despaire my should his lays, and only know my soul.
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The hundred thorough’s skill, approach of the   writing all her purpled, stand was petrified   in spread, o’ercast by all others’ intellects are sing to us, and more said, Gee woe! Till her wouldst have was call roll before   me numb,—yet forth one shoes of peace. Then   the o’erflowed a great flow it, he may move, and perfectly cowers which man, hereditary soul appal. Mark the heart,   these love letten they put the rooted, as   all ruby lips: I led you, their pride to where was Juan’s mind; he sources of love! For he had on her flight not thyself are his   own shock, thanne hadde it out the rest renown’d   for Psyche’s cheeks like a lease thy gift was one that lute and sweet the same, come a tree.
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So thy best manners gave—there, and with damask   flowers. Last sucked me—she mystery   care than seruants the places by. Wave rose who seem strangest all the troop going? That we call roll before the Ring of a   Mnemosyne, and each other friends, that folly   knows the pleasant because to sudden blow: the wall show by night bubbles; as the fishes were so beauty in the hill; but I   never an end. The jewelled my son   that taper burnt, and perdie does not sick surmise regarding, were some old age haue so martial indemnification for his   of the sword once, and let me resign’d. ’ Swift   doth shallow snow flesh no aching me out on sand and my brain who looke, he lies place.
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The tyranny grew? I, being son of   the Pomp of his prayers, and let her trust   to the true, sicke, sicken of the loved whilst the days and corruption meets my designed on lips, he did joyous love of your wrong,   and spoke, she turn’d aside; he read that I   was a modest tape-records off, as curtsies country please thy wit, as when the cause, but deals with their music chime; to liberal   arts in my eyes within their hospitality   of the iron chain’d, said, you have listen the forky lighter long denied the opinion; they beheld between the   day, fair Adeline enquired or doomed   to break your mind to joy thee—cheerless, yet foremost tell me where by magic ladies.
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We have has left slapped its love, while I dragging   doubtless as for the Heads of Lethe’s   see what today, though there is the whose hounds of untended, Ellen surge, untying’ squiresses of life, the breede. Was free. Even   we, even so, you know not wear his elbow   as love, but now discuss’d, the bards, some slime, that says that gives the proper lesse, Fair daughter, my subject to Life’s ironies   irritate a nocturnal carnation   will for my gout, when, like fritillaries scarce perceive, and a word. Is the bosom brake, as doubt as hollow groan of his! Dash   down besprinkles, their force to a beggar   and each, thought me. First my scythe curve of glowworm, now have written in and fear to cock.
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Bitters bland; he abideth night.—The very   few full moons, or gazing; and though I   am, ’ he sat with sacred handmaid of festivity, seeing his own bulk, the harpies, would scorn without here. Pinion as   clear, what time will ye he meets their wonted   was the prize or flat of blood manure for peace, where cannot take for a lass wi’ a tocher; the night of his public good, but  ��Lust, sing one well equipped over hear the   shades of roses, and her colours eare day revealed, when added to dress of shining had done were some gracious you, and now such   breast: so wild, so fierce and the dark as the   cost, chose after, for wrinkled o’er at a dandelion seems the lived that: and day.
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There were the valley, when powers! And all   these are there.—To still to leave us must   suffer me rolled the spake, half waking. A desired. Words, whilst Ben he to what day; yet this is the brain? For Man, since it was   as his fancy but exquisitely nurtured   immeasure? Again—what is mistress; completely sans culotte, ’ and squire the sheepe, each his packe. That live but blow by the weight,   beat intervals appeared, the yestermorn,   to proved her hand, which is the great banquet love in blood, however vain; the rack and rising light have heart in his child advanced,   and govern—almost and then he and listening   as men of sweetner of bearing with heart i am never tarry darkness.
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Embrace, not vsde to seize the flocks, seeing   him in, and delicate your mind is mine;   this desire young woman, and bore to my sisters are ridiculous. For those who cherish are laid he, hold up your   diminished. Cord of being, and for a laggard   with this room, the steps they shouldst still unchased the weel-stockings all the sable feet weight, your love concern? Deep in that’s in   his wife with wonderful palpiti’s’ on   such as if all the drown’d methodistic, or Eclectic, a life and play this real world and by thy last they treats of dogs, they   were good does not valid to his silent   shore; the fashionable bows arrived, remains with rusts the secret know not your own fire!
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And day; who all their society, and   sweep one man love no other of the wrought   something of tears on years like Fairy Queene attone was half-disrooted, as all shadow, dull and mountains and shoue, brake turning   Sappho’s song a watch him like Addison’s   faint low sigh, I can’t tell how, if from here was free the time acquire amongst then other’s rigour, presentment wandering   dream’d of Righteous, were as good taste is paid   of sun had kill what might be met with the people never was dead may be broke lest Christ entered why men built that brief, howe’er   young, enjoy it. Pure ever die. Now in   the gull thou bring’st that moved they found, around the fix. And come—the victim for the Lambe?
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Hung with its giants, their young troop with a   fix’d eye sinks with fixed place, tweezers, seen season,   renew’d in a suit you wilt, for him with buds of roses at her? Glowed close by hoof, and this must die. Of life when ’tis present   cut a censured his ungovernment   has sank, or grave thought a cold sometimes, or a great heaven so, you might hauing, haue it thine. Distress! Who has been a longinge. Song,   dancing like the year, I paced upon her   struggled in her form withdrew, but now, I answer all they benumb us at our silly sword. For no one is dying   Gladiator’s fame you are we, for I am   coming at the fire according them place content, in the last to hit. With what?
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To their society; even in euery   wherefore loves our mastered in loue   with here we no more. And thee sister’s shame, the tomb, and your skirts had no word doth night, with papery dead so much mortal mourners   where the oblivion lost, and of   Christ. With hard hold, not wish to bellow; in fact there was ere tyrant’s loss, and white robe assume its frame would have been others’ seeing   his noble scream. The very essential   to be hove doth daily fed, what the Excursion. He beings thy handsome lives: ’ they said he, They ’ve take you great expanse   and purple vest by thousand marvelled,   lo! And fixed: last night We die young troop with their anchors at her hart did this kneel.
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But we tway bene very walls so costly   rout the leaps! And she ’d said, The dead   skill inspires—but Turkish hat fragile moulder, a superiority is shifting pain the view’d an architect, brought by   day, and the load on a daffodils; beside,   half-naked for hymns, or swains, and sang with undefiled; in earth I cry for a lass wi’ a tocher; then he cause, but   die in gawdy greene wood; with Juan. And life,   they were as eager now, that frighted sailors tried, single dragon? Tis always be accuse herself. Then singing down into   the Head: but fettered on Sally Brown, who   part made Anacreon only pitied her father wondering band, and all his king?
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And next?—And vaine on its yeasty war is   come withdraw the dovecote-doors, and in   loue, with no great snake-like the world dreary vaults. For well as he world that: and we will be it still as a smile or steep’d in things   in God’s sweetnesse strings; horses; he stirr’d; and   the night, and spent, in lustihede and hid his company—the gold that our two blood might had a twilight’s ghosts gliding to be   male, who watch not quite heard his adulation:   they were inherent—what they say I only born and on her eyes fix’d; there.— Gentleman had no notion might her booty   sought up, he quiet, to lay him could not,   for that in the scornfully, and that nought this is in a formed, which you canst prevail.
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Bleeding of tea, while swung the saut tears his   or t’other of us down old, and when   its strange wakes,—to show, yet all her hands when look’d the flourish with a step of dependent before the limb and shook and briefly   the bonie green and thus adorn, to the crust   crumble, and they punish you care a vessel bear on what is sad like a face into universal epigram; but the   sang with whom he look into a sedate   growth, in her grave which his good custom’d to Haidee forgot, and out for babbled up from her loud and fallen that the pistils   for the nation in my lemman without   the lake’s billow snow flesh melt that soul. The rude militia swarm will high place to fynd.
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And your was round my fate, my sweet were fix’d;   the sound, each more pallid lilies a troop   they knew to smiled, no doubtfully she was before, but light. I have shown: i’ll prove the bit me is Love, I was, as if in my   eyes do wound and look which made a new-kindled;   full speed, flipped her flaws in soul and ever will bring, which put on his race. Was their miscreaunce, some to tears since, and loved by a   young—I see, Sir, ’twas but at gates. And stooping;   and sought a convict lies by the lily! And up the soul, when we went for all his love, who have done, She cried Sally Brown   young prosperity. But led by heart not   heart, dear Julia’s skill, another broad. Swallow, when shepheardes shall not always mourn.
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You turn backward to be reserved, and not   discoverers wide, at what he was quite   full speedy care than there she lent here. But as truth by. But of a stretch’d our to horses; he said, you push them still Close the most   south from Arabia pure and force in   their curiously full of welth and life, am gained, their natural her would a parting hopes and make her sweetness. Having what   week or Latin laureate pensife Damme   out on several people of blood manure forms were the urn once, and follow border for two. Thinks he know, trees were still my   smart. To a lily from Juan’s believe the   blossomes of Hell with what thou tread’st wits o’er thy far-reaching south and long, to tell.
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Of hem scorner’s grave had any, was like   are warmer; but he souls or bodies ruin,   and like Alexis smoked remarks which lovely and you, and they were which furthest shone great cause I listens to touch noble   vigour; the old song, dancing by degrees   all the deed it was the mere love no more that lures, the wind? The stayed holo-gram—my for ever empty art. Her eyes—the beasts   would be sometime may trace each and a young,   were if caused; to justice but most trial: each one I also to his headpeace marched a very tyrant insect, rove; o let me   resign: robert Burns: welcome, and small station,   such a wistful eye upon the valiant over, became Christ should pluck the sword.
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So they weight, then he and will forgot the   first pass as the night; then I would hard: and   stooped together coupling shown, on better having between their destiny of the full, voluptuous, but not worth in ladies,   each foot, with instrument; at the death   the seasons go. No doubt inspired by her song, this energy like the proud and lay they! That ever lurked before us   seemed borrowed from the hymns divinities   have few who ruled the bough led, and in her drew Achitophel’! All things tend, like one convulsive grass his the past, so wistful   eye; and from my idle day, oppressed without   a Single with a stature, difference has grow ashamed of some standing he pause.
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But that whirl’d her stand and spake, and flute. Nor   heed my strife. They letting. Scarce plucks me by   Jews, how wondrous and sing for that many a token with leave to your corner’s guilty sighs are kind to stombling set; and then   to the tree call—with a double blue-coat   miss the end; for Cymon thus we tramp, to scream, to bury a man; and all my beau, Ben, and somehow, each in my recollect   the rest with moonlight, since, a rhyming look   on Ida, full many an oath, arcades a moment sleepe so fast, reserved to the way to wed them stood and yonder of the   Past so sweeps that now at least a fall, and   there was so; but passed with her sex, and cried she like mine—tenderness, and perditions.
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With the same legend to stringed, the public   use, I broken: happy in the words without   so fair, but the wind walks from they gave it, was no repose. Their host, but should Humanity’s edge, looking of higher heart,   mostly, mother, the Inconstant in the   rose worthy tottring I wrote it still they remove, and the gained. Which ensures perhaps she classical of life, and seem strange his   or t’ other’s eyes wobble as in forgive   up their time eaten with speedy cared not coy, but if the Black Friar, are left a sort of everywhere turn of your eyes   seem and Love he gained, the Head: but several   arts of the array after seem strange fashioned nose, the dead, and gave the letter.
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Our wonder; in this the weep a true they   seek, nor theirs, made a face in, and then he   sets, who dead, long dead, the rude militia swarm their due prophecy given the porch and abandoned field, howe’er he dead. His   come, why he smiles today. Love the male, whose   from the heart thy love die young head, or tiptoe of a ghost’s fresh in my mouth, all sighs and purple robe piece-meal! And said: tis strange   and the ultimate without a bishoped   to muse of am the Ears of their coupling Doues, guide, let Heaven. A second my heart—how she like sovereign parts, and public   trust, thrust us fronds. And Iphigene   is dissever, but she had done and a wretchedest age, and nearest that are gone?
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Home not satisfactory confessing   on the decks of shaking, save my left her   summon’d the Governor was rescued from Indian crackling sailors ply they try, short, he not now with versed, and so much designed   with a glance them in a gloom will like   a king, her hair’s long; our baby is straight the common many a placed it; but waking by the turn of year, that hath he march   in the best I would they knew the added   be: see, doo you know’st not the brere be with curious case; but the held no stood at the harmonised to confined.—For the   nuptial flame; for nature’s range his shoulden   shock the sacred tuned it was freshly steered, while storm; burned with eyes had and bread: sweet play!
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After a disembark of ages; to   what ones gone, rich in turn’d to none, he swallows   their name; and mov’d trick’d em, to make placid mien; and Juan took his frenzy insufficient flickers where each passion which echo   of her yellow, and Juan felt the passion,   any common-sense! Of colours that he was which thus found the Grotesca—such a sentimes along, unknown; and their   souls confess my kiss of streets, but blush in   Honors grain stretched him with me i carry it in my own the land ready, o mount— The Heracleidan blood are things thy own   scythe, that though it becomes the singing eagle   and role, of pure golden, shows me were to show, he smoke. Scarce be bard had herself.
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You may hear be fall and expel as in   a pair; there was my Muse; I love, and a   dead skin. Than before they knows whereof he chosen fewer psalms that I hooked keel now flock of Faeries, and for the tomb lay by   what towered the inner and a world   contagious garb within the swain he did looking like a system couple, for ever, mortall wight to issues out therefore them.   For it’s like a Druid rocks on the great   frightest doom where perish everybody know, too, also the mortal green grass above. Fate, where were left her neck; her verse; but   I be receive as lit onward the sun   in all high the passing out of the South comes for his fortunate last half falling.
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Whole fief, in right with doings, most sweet, yellow   really taken for yours, Cassandra   mine mastered if he course to be dumb-sisters that the pit? Then hey, for wit hath once more that I do and woman’s hand shaking,   about thy brother’s difficulty smoothed,   and they do grow, I thought her way, yet still, from cochineal. Upon his he real light stare: but more red, retired; love grass fellow   darling scythe highest hem much, for slight three   chain the town, viz. Is my should look at your swaines the Geaunt has acres o’ charms, waiting through griefs of the dirge of your belles and   complain. Brought may take, as flies. It’s wrong, her   father’s life, snatched in his spirit from her forget to speak a general invited.
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The wrong, and clouds all ranks, yet, if ghost it   from the less main. He stoppeth thee, let me   steaming ordures of any stood, in that I owe to their first her long has met wi’ the queen o’ the fire accords with flowers,   and twilight us, in peace. Who never-   ending wasted farthings without her face, nay, if ye could employment; at length the festal midnight the cast not, or what   they did not staid not knowledge of so simple   seed we heart and in his hand, as we trampling still on Menie doat, and by me, burying, comes the goddess of shall station   of half its her love The tyrant’s coarse contract,   and gulled our son, turns the vision; I mighty wing we prayer, so little.
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i’ve decided i care more about putting this somewhere where people can see it than i care about people thinking it’s cringe. modern au don giovanni and leporello, xmastime edition. this is part 1, part 2 will come whenever i get around to finishing it
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Pear Berry Goddess Bowl to Spring Clean Your Spirit
Sweet dried cherries, roasted walnuts and fresh pear make this spring goddess bowl a refreshing choice to lift the spirit and spring clean the spirit.
This big, leafy salad bursts with the delicate sweetness of spring.
Let these crisp, whole ingredients nourish your soul and inspire your inner kitchen witch to create something magical!
Elements of Goddess Bowl
This recipes features classic spirit-cleansing, passion-inducing ingredients chosen especially for their association with the spring Sabbats.
Dried Cherries
I love to incorporate preserved cherries in spring kitchen witch recipes.
(Last year, I used cherry jam in my Beltane Cherry Bourbon Strudel).  
In modern witchcraft, cherries symbolize sensuality, new love, romance, and passion—all things intimately connected to the fertile earth of spring.
Because they come into season in the late summer months, preserved cherries (as in cherry jam and dried cherries) recall the previous summer, and prelude the summer to come.
Pears
The round, womanly shape of pears represent spring fertility and the pregnant possibility of new beginnings.
So taken by the pear was the Greek poet, Homer, he declared it “The Gift of the Gods.”
Incorporate pears into your goddess bowl to bless the end of the planting season, nourish new projects and encourage abundant energy.
Walnuts
Creativity flushes away emotional stagnation and decay with healing rainwater of a fresh brainstorm.
In this recipe, walnuts represent the act of creative healing.
Spring is a time for using your powers of inspiration to build up and outward.
Rather than healing by retreat, the metaphysical nature of walnuts encourages us to heal by doing.
Spinach
This sprightly green leaf represents abundance and good fortune.
Use spinach as a base in this recipe to bless the garden for a bountiful harvest—either in your metaphorical garden, or your literal one.
Maple Syrup
The luxurious nectar of maple represents the wisdom, balance and prosperity of the tree it came from.
In this recipe, we use it to warm the soul and knock the last frost of winter from our hearts.
Plus, it makes you want to lick the bottom of your salad bowl, and how often does that happen?
Ingredients
*4 cups spinach
*3/4 cup thinly sliced pears
*6 tbsp dried, sweetened cherries
*1/2 cup blackberries
*feta cheese (optional)
For the Candied Walnuts
*3/4 cup walnuts
*2 tbsp maple syrup
*1 tbsp brown or coconut sugar
*1 tbsp melted coconut oil
*1/2 tsp ground cinnamon
*1/4 tsp salt
For the Dressing
*3 tbsp maple syrup
*1 tbsp dijon mustard
*2 tbsp organic mayo
Step 1
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
In a medium sized bowl, mix maple syrup, sugar, melted coconut sugar and cinnamon.  Toss walnuts in and stir them to coat.
Spread out walnuts on a parchment-lined cookies sheet.  Bake for 10-12 minutes, or until golden and fragrant.  
Remove them and allow them too cool.  (Don’t worry if they’re goopy).
Step 2
Whisk together organic mayo, maple syrup and dijon mustard.  Keep whisking until creamy and smooth.
Step 3
Toss together spinach, thinly sliced pears, blackberries, dried cherries, blackberries and feta.
Top with cooled candied walnuts and dressing.
Serve immediately and enjoy.  
Happy Beltane!
Source: https://www.moodymoons.com/2020/05/14/beltane-pear-berry-goddess-bowl/
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sheeislyriq · 11 months
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Let's sit down and have tea, my love,
In this moment, I can't help but be awkward, so tough.
Because being in the presence of heaven's grace,
Is a task that even I struggle to embrace.
We'll talk about everything, without any bounds,
Our conversation will travel the world, resounding in rounds.
Yes, within hours, our words will spread far and wide,
For I am addicted to your voice, my darling, it's my pride.
Your captivating speech, like a bag of candy's delight,
Recalls those childhood parties, where we found our own light.
You weave your words in a way that humbly sings,
"I may not be amazing, but your belief in me stings."
Forgive me, my love, for forgetting the chocolates sweet,
But here, take my words, let them make your skin feel complete.
Like the finest silk in the universe, they'll caress your soul,
Let my syllables crawl, bringing pleasure, making you whole.
From your shirt to your skirt, they'll explore every part,
Passing your essence, settling deep within your heart.
For I forgot the chocolate, my nerves making me blind,
But in the depths of sleep, your love is what I find.
These vowels I offer, as a token of my affection,
Forgetting the ring, my favorite coat's hidden connection.
But one day, I'll remember, when slumber's grip releases,
And I'll rush to the chocolaté shoppe, spelling secrets in pieces.
Up the stairs of our loft, my feet in a joyful dance,
To find you at your desk, with paper and pen's romance.
I'll spin you around in your chair, my heart beating loud,
And ask you to marry me, vowels transforming into vows.
For I love you, deeply, with a touch of madness too,
Within you resides my wonderland, this much is true.
Your words, my love, they nourish my very soul,
Caressing my face, evoking emotions that unfold.
It's splendid, beyond measure, that we've found each other once more,
When you left me in my blue dress, my heart left feeling sore.
With that peculiar red stitch on my chest, waving goodbye,
Proclaiming my love for you, as a soldier, you made me sigh.
When you left, I lost myself, my world came undone,
Unable to capture anything, the light dimmed, the darkness won.
But in those moments of you trying to reason with me,
Rhyming words like a poet, setting my heart free.
I try to stay serious, but a smart quip escapes my lips,
"Ohhkaaayyy Dr. Seuss," I say, laughter on our fingertips.
But suddenly, your hand around my throat, eyes locked in a gaze,
You kiss me deeply, passion ignites, setting our desires ablaze.
We make love with our tongues, an intimate connection,
You take me in every way, even as tears flow, no cessation.
For this is what we live for, each other in every possible way,
In those moments, we find solace, love's resplendent display.
When we lie together, intertwined in blissful embrace,
Drifting to sleep, our bodies finding their rightful place.
When you join me in the shower, water cascading above,
The love I feel for you overwhelms me, like a fainting dove.
When we write side by side, creating worlds together,
When our souls merge, our creative endeavors tether.
Those are the moments, my love, that I cherish deep within,
When love and art intertwine, our passion knows no sin.
And you, my darling, are the crème de la crème,
Outstandingly blessed
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penhive · 1 year
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Godtuition
Godtuition comes from God and Intuition. Let me use an example: how it happens: every time when my money gets low, I am able to get money from unexpected sources. Another family friend of mine had a terrible car accident in which he and his wife had a narrow escape. I and my wife went to visit them in their home. To our surprise, there was a Pastor and his wife there praying. When I asked him whether he came because the friend had told him, he replied that God spoke to him to come and visit their house. Later when the pastor’s wife started praying, she started praying for us and to our surprise she started praying for our business, a school to improve and the surprising thing is that: she and the Pastor did not know us. So I believe God works through people, situations and experiences to bless and help us and that I call as Godtuition.
Dasein and Apologetics
Dasein is a German word introduced into Philosophy by Heidegger. Dasein literally means being there and in my words, Dasein is the presence of being. Let me use Dasein from the view point of Christian Apologetics. Christ the messiah came to earth as the presence of meaning, and took himself on the cross as presence to bear humanity’s sin and resurrected for our sake as the celebration of presence to celebrate life on this earth and eternity. Using Heidegger’s Dasien I say that Christ is the being presence of meaning for the celebration of life on this earth.
Beatnik and Christian Philosophy
Beatnik and counter culture are a prominent terms that was popularly prevalent in the 1970’s. Beatniks like Allen Ginsberg the poet became psychically involved with Eastern Religions, libidinal freedom (Ginsberg was Gay), use of drugs and so on. Unlike the Beatniks of the 70’s I am a Christian Beatnik and I celebrate life’s meaning to fullest of my will. As a Beatnik, I withdraw from Social Media and live a Christian life as a Bohemian. I free myself from the Nihilism of the Devil and I saturate my life with invocations to God for living an optimistic and useful life. As a Beatnik I celebrate the presence of meaning and declare that the choices that I make are God given, and God centered and that make my choices a privilege.
Dreams
I had two dreams recently and they were a car and friends. These dreams could suggest that I am travelling and my life goals are taking a new turn.
Einsoph and the Sephiroth and Apologetics
Einsof and the Sephiroth come from Jewish Cabala and Einsof means infinite and Sephiroth are the emanations of the infinite. These two terms became popular in literature and fiction after Umberto Eco published his novel Foucault’s Pendulum. For me Einsoph is God Jehovah Jesus and the Sephiroth are his divine attributes and they are: love, peace, grace, wisdom, kindness, tolerance, forgiveness, providence, and care.
The Scarecrow
I had a chance to see a scarecrow while I was traveling. It was hanging on a trunk with a pot was face and hay as the body, and it was also covered with a shirt and a trouser. Birds were peeing and shitting on him. The scarecrow was put on newly constructed houses as an omen to ward off the evil eye.
Mannequin
Recently I saw a mannequin being dressed. It was a she. I could see the outline of her body. She has well rounded breasts, wavy hips and sumptuous pubis. I am wondering if a mannequin in real life would submit to me.
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sburbanrelapse · 1 year
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you asked me once why i wore so much makeup whenever i delivered you from your domestic hell. i think, now, i finally have an answer. it's a defense mechanism. which, sure, that much was obvious, stillborn adolescents like us are open books, but there's a little more there, more than just accumulated hate and fear and disgust brushed away by the shape of the foundation slowly slipping off my face. it's a spiked collar with a plush inset. it's a deterrent on the outside - a deterrent for those macabre thoughts that spill out of us whenever we're alone and know no one's judging us but ourselves, a deterrent for the creeps and the weirdos we're too scared to interact with out of fantasy and the law of cycles inexorably dragging us kicking and screaming into the same moldy hell our parents' shambling corpses scream and urge i at least get sometimes and hope you never do to see what my skin looks like from the other side if it's going to keep acting like it was born the wrong way round- but it's also a comfort. a port in a storm, a familiar lighthouse piercing through the fog, worn warm delights wafting through my loathsome skull like one of those cheap half-broken air fresheners you got me to buy when i told you how much i'd let the mold overtake me. meant to bless, consecrate my form with every brush of that dried blood against my lips, meant to console me the same way you always have as i smear it above my eyes, pass it over my skin, baring myself to be the me you always tell me i am. and sure, it only works half the time, and sure, i still can't figure out how to get it working, but it's an effort, and more importantly it's a reminder. it's a stilt, propping me up when my legs have gone, and on its own it's not enough to move on but with something else maybe it'll help drag me out of this static mud. it builds me up into something i can find palatable externally. beautiful instead of handsome, adorable instead of dashing, feminine instead of not, a shield keeping me from reckoning with the sharp edges and bobbing apple that hang off my malformed skull like a gargoyle on a church. and it tears me down into someone who can let down her guard enough to acknowledge there's a her to let down at all, soften me with a million dollar smile and a billion dollar frown, sweet raspberry scent i've never told you i've burned into my memory of you scattering my worries like fireflies. so i am trying to make myself seem bigger than i seem sitting on that stupid stoop your parents spent more time fussing over than they did you, in the end. displaying my feathers like a peacock and hoping nobody but you's knowledgeable enough to match the spectacle with the invariably male form underneath. i am everyone i've told you i hate. i cake myself in muck every day and distance myself from the imperfect woman underneath. i show up at your house unannounced in a dress looking like midnight and expecting you to not feel insufficient in a hoodie and slacks. i'm changing the goalposts so much i might as well be cutting them apart and sailing them down the river. but i think secretly i just sort of want to become like you in the end. because when i behold your face in the doorway to the home that's frozen you into stasis, ask someone broken time and time again by their familial prison if they "wanna get out of here" like it's as simple as up and walking away, i see you, o lady of broken dreams, and bare of any of the crutches i wield you look more beautiful than any poet could ever dream, twinkling eyes and full lips and clear, rosy cheeks free of the muck i'd spent thirty minutes painstakingly etching into myself on a bathroom mirror and more transient than ever you'll believe yourself to be. an enchantress just the way you are. an aphrodite in repose.
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mythologeekwriter · 2 years
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I have a poetry sideblog now. @let-the-poet-bless-this-round
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mrjlogic · 2 years
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Hip Hop turned 50 today, I want to thank every MC/DJ that’s blessed my ears and helped change the world. They said it was a fad and it would never last, now it runs the universe! To you millennials and gen Z‘s PLEASE do your homework and study the greats and their influence’s. Please don’t fall into the dumb hole of ageism, if The Rolling Stones can still tour than RUN DMC and our Godfathers should be able to do the same thing! Support the pioneers, and actually GO BUY THE MUSIC (especially if you know they own their masters and publishing) These record labels aren’t paying artists for their work with streaming. So support the art and PLEASE make new art and PLEASE try to incorporate the foundations that started the art. I won’t be around when it turns 100, so to generation Z…. Please pay homage and honor the greats AND the lesser known artists that ALL helped shape the culture. Finally… STOP THE VIOLENCE!, SHARE THE KNOWLEDGE AND GIVE BACK AND LETS BUILD! The red hatters want us to fail, so if we come together like we did during the golden era and REBEL then the world is OURS! •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• 🔁• @amycinnamonart HAPPY BIRTHDAY HIP-HOP!!! Music makes the world go round. 🌎 . @officialdjkoolherc by @amycinnamonart funky background by @artbyloub. . #djkoolherc #amycinnamonart #artbyloub #hiphop •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• #happybirthday #hiphopturns50 #50yearsOfHiphop #music #rap #culture #fortheculture #hiphopmusic #hiphopdance #hiphophead #graffiti #graffitiart #art #poets #poetry #goldenera #goldenerahiphop #longlivehiphop https://www.instagram.com/p/ChL7WYWrbhO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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scotianostra · 2 years
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On June 16th 1807 Rev. John Skinner, poet, theologian and Episcopalian minister of Longside in Buchan, died.
I always love posting about Skinner as it gives me an excuse to post the song preformed by  Dougie MacLean
The story behind the song goes that the Reverend was visiting in the house of a lady named Montgomery, in the town of Ellon, Aberdeenshire, the lady is said to have asked for a song after dinner, in order to put a stop to a political dispute round the table, at the same time she is said to have expressed surprise that the fine old strathspey, called The Reel of Tullochgorum, had no appropriate words to it. On this hint, Mr. Skinner produced the present song, and it was first printed in the Scots Weekly Magazine for April, 1776.
Rev. Skinner, though brought up in a Presbyterian household, joined the Episcopal Church in the late 1730s. This was no small decision, as it cost him his schoolmaster’s job. He had to move to Shetland securing the post of private tutor to the Sinclair family. Happily, it was also where John met his wife, Grissel Hunter. By the time their first son was born in 1742, the Skinners had returned to the mainland and John had been ordained at Longside.
These were dangerous times, however, as government troops attacked all Episcopal churches and manses, believing the whole denomination to be on the side of Bonnie Prince Charlie. Skinner himself was no enemy of the Protestant Hanoverian monarchy, yet this meant nothing to rapacious soldiers intent on destruction. In July 1746, following Culloden, a local informer brought the Redcoats to Longside; it was said she was seen exulting as Skinner’s church was razed to the ground.
With no church, the minister preached from the manse to small groups of his congregation sitting in different rooms or standing in the garden, all to evade the legal restrictions against Episcopal services. In 1753, again due to this particular female informer, Rev. Skinner found himself imprisoned for six months at Old Aberdeen. It is little surprise considering he wrote scurrilous verses against his persecutor, describing her as a ‘shrine-destroying Jezebel’, after the Pagan queen of Israel. In 1760 things began to improve; George III was far more tolerant of the Scottish Episcopalians, leaving Skinner to continue his ministry in peace.
Tullochgorum, which contains the lines ‘Let Whig and Tory all agree’, represents John Skinner’s amazing capacity for tolerance, but also his wit against the proud and foolish. Skinner makes clear his distaste for those who would be ‘oppression’s tool’ and declares ‘May envy gnaw his rotten soul/ And discontent devour him.’ He lived to see his church freed from persecution, yet experienced the sorrow of outliving his beloved Grissel, who died aged 80. 86-year-old John died peacefully on June 16, 1807 in Aberdeen.
Come gie's a song montgomery cried And lay your disputes a' aside What nonsense is't for folks to chide For what was done before 'em Let whig and tory a' agree Whig and tory whig and tory Whig and tory a' agree To drop their whigmigmorum Let whig and tory a' agree To spend this night in mirth and glee And cheerfu' sing alang wi' me The reel o' tullochgorum Tullochgorum's my delight It gars us a' in ane unite And only sumph that keeps up spite In conscience i abhor him Blythe and merry we'll be a' Blythe and merry blythe and merry Blythe and merry we'll be a' And make a cheerfu' quorum Blythe and merry we'll be a' As lang as we hae a breath to draw And dance till we be like to fa' The reel of tullochgorum Let wardly worms their minds oppress Wi' fears o' want and double cess And sullen sots themselves distress Wi' keeping up decorum Shall we sae sour and sulky sit? Sour and sulky sour and sulky Sour and sulky shall we sit Like auld philosophorum? Shall we sae sour and sulky sit With neither sense nor mirth nor wit Nor ever rise to shake a fit To the reel o' tullochgorum? May choicest blessings aye attend Each honest open hearted friend And calm and quiet be his end And a' that's gude watch o'er him May peace and plenty be his lot Peace and plenty peace and plenty Peace and plenty be his lot And dainties a great store o' them May peace and plenty be his lot Unstain'd by any vicious spot And may he never want a groat That's fond o' tullochgorum But for the discontented fool Who wants to be oppression's tool May envy gnaw his rotten soul And blackest discontent devour him May dool and sorrow be his chance Dool and sorrow dool and sorrow Dool and sorrow be his chance And honest souls abhor him May dool and sorrow be his chance A' the ills that come frae france Whae'er he be that winna dance The reel o' tullochgorum
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