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[stoicbreviary]

A Dialogue Between the Emperor Hadrian and Epictetus the Philosopher

This anonymous text, probably written in the 2nd or 3rd century, is not a factual account of any discussion held by Hadrian and Epictetus, and it rather imagines a set of question and answers between the Emperor and the Stoic philosopher. 

The content is more akin to a collection of clever riddles than it is to any refined philosophy, and while some of the replies do have a certain Stoic character to them, others are only mysteriously profound. 

Nevertheless, while it should not be taken with any authority, it is a fascinating work, and I sometimes find myself turning to it when my mood is both mischievous and pensive. I can take any one of these and ponder all its possible aspects, and let my own imagination run away with it. 

They can also serve as excellent companions to a leisurely pipe or cigar. 

* * * * *   A Dialogue Between the Roman Emperor Hadrian and Epictetus the Philosopher

Translated by Henry Meigs

Hadrian. Let us loose our girdles! Examine our bodies naked, and see what we can gain? Epictetus. It is a mere note.  Hadrian. What sort of a note?  Epictetus. It is a silent messenger.  Hadrian. What is a picture?  Epictetus. A false truth.  Hadrian. Why do you say that?  Epictetus. Because we see pictures of apples, flowers, animals done in gold and silver—but these are not true.  Hadrian. What is gold?  Epictetus. A servant of death.  Hadrian. What is silver?  Epictetus. The seat of envy.  Hadrian. What is iron?  Epictetus. The instrument of all arts.  Hadrian. What is a sword?  Epictetus. The law of camps.  Hadrian. What is a gladiator?  Epictetus. A lawful homicide.  Hadrian. What people in good health are yet sick?  Epictetus. Those who meddle with other people's business.  Hadrian. What is a man never tired of?  Epictetus. Of making money.  Hadrian. What is friendship?  Epictetus. Concord—agreement.  Hadrian. What is the longest thing?  Epictetus. Hope.  Hadrian. What is hope?  Epictetus. A waking dream! The expectation of a doubtful event.  Hadrian. What is that which a man cannot see?  Epictetus. Another man's thoughts.  Hadrian. What is the sin of men?  Epictetus. Covetousness.  Hadrian. What is liberty?  Epictetus. Innocence!  Hadrian. What is common to all kings and miserable men?  Epictetus. To be born and to die.  Hadrian. What is best and worst?  Epictetus. Words.  Hadrian. What is that which pleases some and displeases others?  Epictetus. Life.  Hadrian. Which is the best life?  Epictetus. The shortest.  Hadrian. Which is the most certain thing?  Epictetus. Death.  Hadrian. What is death?  Epictetus. Perpetual security.  Hadrian. (again) What is death?  Epictetus. A condition to be feared by no wise man; the enemy of all life; deity of the living; boundary of all relation; plunderer of children; an agreeable last will and testament; a funeral sermon; the last tears; oblivion of the dead; a burthen for the monument; and the end of all evils.  Hadrian. Why do we crown the dead?  Epictetus. As the symbol of his transit from life to death.  Hadrian. Why are the thumbs of the dead together?  Epictetus. That we may, after his apparent death, know that he is really dead.  Hadrian. What is a corpse-bearer?  Epictetus. A man whom many avoid and whom none can fly from.  Hadrian. What is a funeral-pile?  Epictetus. The final payment of debt.  Hadrian. What is a trumpet?  Epictetus. An incitement to battle; a camp signal; a call to the arena, to the theatre and circus; a mournful note for the funeral.  Hadrian. What is a monument?  Epictetus. A stigmatized stone; a speculation for an idle fellow.  Hadrian. Who is a poor man?  Epictetus. He is like a dry deserted well to which everybody runs.  Hadrian. What is man?  Epictetus. He is like a bath: first a warm one; then oil for him as infant; then a sweater when he is a boy; a dry heat when he is a young man; then a cold bath in old age.  Hadrian. What is man?  Epictetus. He is like an apple which hangs on the tree until it is ripe; just our bodies fall when mature! More often while green!  Hadrian. What is man?  Epictetus. He is like a lamp or candle set in the wind!  Hadrian. What is man?  Epictetus. He is a guest; a lawful dream; a calamity-tale; Death's real estate; Life's delay; a thing which Fortune makes jokes of!  Hadrian. What is Fortune?  Epictetus. A noble matron, who whips her slaves!  Hadrian. What is Fortune?  Epictetus. The nearest turning post on the race-ground; a chance for another man's goods; he who has it shows out splendidly; when it quits him he is left in the dark—no one can see him!  Hadrian. How many sorts of Fortune have we?  Epictetus. Three: a blind one, hitting none knows how; a crazy one, which gives and instantly snatches it away again; third, and last, a deaf one, who can't hear the prayers of poor wretches.  Hadrian. What are the gods?  Epictetus. Visions! Mental deities! Are you timid? Then Fear is your god! Are you able to rule your passions? Then Religion is your god!  Hadrian. What is the sun?  Epictetus. The splendor of the world! Giving and taking away day; a clock measuring the hours!  Hadrian. What is the moon?  Epictetus. A day-helper; eye of night; torch of darkness!  Hadrian. What are the heavens?  Epictetus. An immense dome.  Hadrian. What are the heavens?  Epictetus. The air of the world.  Hadrian. What are the stars?  Epictetus. The destinies of men.  Hadrian. What are the stars?  Epictetus. The boundaries of all government.  Hadrian. What is this earth?  Epictetus. The barn of Ceres.  Hadrian. What is this earth?  Epictetus. The storehouse of life.  Hadrian. What is the sea?  Epictetus. A very uncertain road to travel on.  Hadrian. What is a ship?  Epictetus. An everywhere hotel.  Hadrian. What is a ship?  Epictetus. Neptune's church; an annual packet.  Hadrian. What is a sailor?  Epictetus. A sea lover; a land deserter; a despiser of death and of life too; a client of the waves.  Hadrian. What is sleep?  Epictetus. The image of death.  Hadrian. What is night?  Epictetus. The laborer's rest; the highwayman's profit.  Hadrian. Why is Venus painted naked?  Epictetus. All the loves are painted naked as well as Venus, and because naked beauty pleases most; but it ought not to be done.  Hadrian. Why did Venus marry Vulcan?  Epictetus. To show how hot love is.  Hadrian. Why was she squint-eyed?  Epictetus. Because her loves were depraved ones.  Hadrian. What is love?  Epictetus. The trouble of a peaceful breast; modesty or shame in a boy; blushes in a girl; a fury in a woman; ardor in a young man; a joke in old age; a crime in a seducer.  Hadrian. What is God?  Epictetus. He who holds all things in His hands.  Hadrian. What is sacrifice?  Epictetus. A drink-offering.  Hadrian. What is without society?  Epictetus. A kingdom.  Hadrian. What is a kingdom?  Epictetus. A part of the government of gods.  Hadrian. What is Caesar?  Epictetus. The head of public light.  Hadrian. What is the Senate?  Epictetus. The ornament of the city, and the splendor of its citizens.  Hadrian. What is a soldier?  Epictetus. The wall of the Empire; the glorious servant and defender of the country; the index of power.  Hadrian. What is Rome?  Epictetus. The fountain of the Empire of the world; mother of nations.  

[libidomechanica]

Is that which made one

And Wonders are slavery is, and runs faster works did my woes the devil’s foot, the restless, dumb till the figures Castlereagh abuses; baba led Juan found it went away. For Laws he heart leaps like a sin to the sublime; meantime the music burthens binde. At the slopes of his dress? In him with a bound by colds a foreign University. And neare the snake I bring, not even aside, which it grieved, could not been in bed she lo’ed sae dear. Is that which made one means be brittle Good old Cause, sigh’d Juan,—swallowing; to that too supper now, before do denounce his old Instructs me.

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[human-antithesis]

Cold Mouth Prayer

Lyrics: Quickened lumps of earth - a feast for fowls and greedy worms Count your sins, the snakes within An eyeless leap onto the bosom of decay

Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer

A flash, a minute, a winters dust A choir of fingers sings of putrefaction

Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer

A smile left to rot in the sun of despair Sceptre and crown must tumble down and in dust be equal made Within the hollow crown keeps death his court

Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer

Frail bubbles of breath and dying A mere looking-glass for the grief you fled The one birth-right, a painted stone of woe Count your wrongs, the lord is come!

A map of death, the burthen of my song Your name is but a call for decomposition Shackles of darkness in an urn of light And another empty lung to the sides of the pit

Cold mouth prayer, cold mouth prayer

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[arcenciel-par-une-larme]

@prolifeproliberty Just for you, I recorded your favourite Communion / Maundy Thursday hymn with the correct tune (SOUTHWELL), on the organ (no voices, sorry). Not one guitar in sight, I assure you. :) This I urge all my brethren in Christ to sing along with dedication!

NB there is a short introduction, and also an Amen at the end.

1 Not all the Blood of Beasts, On Jewish Altars slain, Could give the guilty Conscience Peace. Or wash away the Stain. 2 But Christ, the heav'nly Lamb, Takes all our Sins away; A sacrifice of nobler Name, And richer Blood than they. 3 My Faith would lay her Hand On that dear Head of thine, While, like a Penitent I stand, And there confess my Sin. 4 My Soul looks back to see The Burthens thou didst bear When hanging on the cursèd Tree, And hopes her Guilt was there. 5 Believing, we rejoice To see the Curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful Voice, And sing his bleeding Love. Amen.

(Text: Isaac Watts -- Tune: William Daman)

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[traumacatholic]

On Christ's Inviting us to this Heavenly Banquet by Rev. Richard Challoner Consider first, those words of the parable of this day's Gospel. "A certain man made a great supper and invited many," Luke xiv. 16, and reflect how our Lord has indeed prepared a great banquet for us, in the institution of the blessed sacrament, and has invited us all to it. " O sacred banquet," says the Church, in the anthem used during this octave, "in which Christ is received, the memory of His passion is kept up, the soul is filled with grace, and a pledge is given us of the glory to come!" A happy banquet, in which we feed upon the bread of heaven, and drink at the very source of the fountain of life. To this heavenly banquet the Son of God invites all the faithful, in the most loving manner. "Come to me," says He, "all you that labour, and are burthened, and I will refresh you," St. Matt. xi. 28. Ah! Christians, we all labour and lie under many and very heavy burthens, from the sins and miseries to which we are exposed during our mortal pilgrimage; and, in this heavenly banquet we come to Christ to be refreshed, nourished, and strengthened by Him. O sweet invitation, O happy call to the source of grace here, and of endless glory hereafter! Consider secondly, how much our Lord is offended by all such as refuse to correspond to His loving invitation, and to come to his banquet. He has prepared this banquet out of pure love, that we may feast with Him, and He with us. He desires, out of pure love, to impart Himself and all His goods to us; and there He justly presents his love being slighted by us, and our referring the farm, the oxen, the wife, in a word, the world, and the things of the world, before Him and His banquet. Christians, if you have any love for Christ, surely you must be desirous of going to him, and entertaining yourselves with him in this great banquet of love. Love tends to union, and here it is that you are to be in so perfect a manner united to Him, as to abide in Him and live by Him. It you have any love for yourselves and for your own souls, you must gladly go to this banquet, in which you will find all your good, and all that can make you truly happy both here and hereafter. Consider thirdly, that in staying away from Christ in the blessed Sacrament, we do not only neglect His invitation, and slight His Love, but also break through His ordinance, and violate his commandment. The very institution of these heavenly mysteries to be the support of our spiritual life for the time of our mortality; implies a commandment for us to approach to them, and to make use of them. We should be guilty of self-murder, if we suffer the body to perish, by refusing to take that food which God has appointed for its sustenance, and are we not equally guilty of murdering our souls, if we suffer them to starve or want the food and sustenance which our Lord has allotted them in this life-giving banquet? Truth itself assures us, St. John vi. 54, that without this heavenly food "we have no life in us; " as then we are most strictly bound to maintain the life of our souls, we are most strictly bound to use this food of life, and it is no less certain death to stay away from this blessed Sacrament, than it is to come to it unworthily. Conclude, my soul, to correspond henceforward with the loving invitation of thy dear Redeemer, by a frequent and worthy communion. Remember that the blessed sacrament is named our daily bread, in that prayer which our Lord Himself has taught us. O! how happy should we be if we lived in such purity and holiness, as to be worthy to be daily admitted, like the primitive Christians, to this bread of Heaven! O let us do our to live, so to behave in every respect, that we may at least very often approach to this heavenly table, and there feast ourselves with Jesus Christ!

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[didanawisgi]

This article was published online on February 10, 2021.

“Massachusetts abolished enslavement before the Treaty of Paris brought an end to the American Revolution, in 1783. The state constitution, adopted in 1780 and drafted by John Adams, follows the Declaration of Independence in proclaiming that all “men are born free and equal.” In this statement Adams followed not only the Declaration but also a 1764 pamphlet by the Boston lawyer James Otis, who theorized about and popularized the familiar idea of “no taxation without representation” and also unequivocally asserted human equality. “The Colonists,” he wrote, “are by the law of nature free born, as indeed all men are, white or black.” In 1783, on the basis of the “free and equal” clause in the 1780 Massachusetts Constitution, the state’s chief justice, William Cushing, ruled enslavement unconstitutional in a case that one Quock Walker had brought against his enslaver, Nathaniel Jennison.

Many of us who live in Massachusetts know the basic outlines of this story and the early role the state played in standing against enslavement. But told in this traditional way, the story leaves out another transformative figure: Prince Hall, a free African American and a contemporary of John Adams. From his formal acquisition of freedom, in 1770, until his death, in 1807, Hall helped forge an activist Black community in Boston while elevating the cause of abolition to new prominence. Hall was the first American to publicly use the language of the Declaration of Independence for a political purpose other than justifying war against Britain. In January 1777, just six months after the promulgation of the Declaration and nearly three years before Adams drafted the state constitution, Hall submitted a petition to the Massachusetts legislature (or General Court, as it is styled) requesting emancipation, invoking the resonant phrases and founding truths of the Declaration itself.

Here is what he wrote (I’ve put the echoes of the Declaration of Independence in italics):

The petition of A Great Number of Blackes detained in a State of Slavery in the Bowels of a free & christian Country Humbly shuwith that your Petitioners Apprehend that Thay have in Common with all other men a Natural and Unaliable Right to that freedom which the Grat — Parent of the Unavese hath Bestowed equalley on all menkind and which they have Never forfuted by Any Compact or Agreement whatever — but thay wher Unjustly Dragged by the hand of cruel Power from their Derest frinds and sum of them Even torn from the Embraces of their tender Parents — from A popolous Plasant And plentiful cuntry And in Violation of Laws of Nature and off NationsAnd in defiance of all the tender feelings of humanity Brough hear Either to Be sold Like Beast of Burthen & Like them Condemnd to Slavery for Life.

In this passage, Hall invokes the core concepts of social-contract theory, which grounded the American Revolution, to argue for an extension of the claim to equal rights to those who were enslaved. He acknowledged and adopted the intellectual framework of the new political arrangements, but also pointedly called out the original sin of enslavement itself.

Hall’s memory was vigorously kept alive by members and archivists of the Masonic lodge he founded, and his name can be found in historical references. But his life has attracted fresh attention in recent years from scholars and community leaders, both because he deserves to be widely known and celebrated and because inserting his story into the tale of the country’s founding exemplifies the promise of an integrated way of studying and teaching history. It’s hard enough to shine new light on an African American figure who has been long in the shadows, one who in important ways should be considered an American Founder. It can prove far more difficult to trace an individual’s “relationship tree” and come to understand that person, in a granular and even cinematic way, in the full context of his or her own society: family, school, church, civic organizations, commerce, government. Doing so—especially for figures and communities that have been overlooked—gives us a chance to tell a whole story, to weave together multiple perspectives on the events of our political founding into a single, joined tale. It also provides an opportunity to draw out and emphasize the agency of people who experienced oppression and domination. In the case of Prince Hall, the process of historical reconstruction is still under way.

When I was a girl, I used to ask what there was to know about the experience of being enslaved—and was told by kind and well-meaning teachers that, sadly, the lack of records made the question impossible to answer. In fact, the records were there; we just hadn’t found them yet. Historical evidence often turns up only when one starts to look for it. And history won’t answer questions until one thinks to ask them.

John Adams and Prince Hall would have passed each other on the streets of Boston. They almost certainly were aware of each other. Hall was no minor figure, though his early days and family life are shrouded in some mystery. Probably he was born in Boston in 1735 (not in England or Barbados, as some have suggested). It is possible that he lived for a period as a freeman before he was formally emancipated. He may have been one of the thousands of African Americans who fought in the Continental Army; his son, Primus, certainly was. As a freeman, Hall became for a time a leatherworker, passed through a period of poverty, and then ultimately ran a shop, from which he sold, among other things, his own writings advocating for African American causes. Probably he was not married to every one of the five women in Boston who were married to someone named Prince Hall in the years between 1763 and 1804, but he may have been. Whether he was married to Primus’s mother, a woman named Delia, is also unclear. Between 1780 and 1801, the city’s tax collectors found their way to some 1,184 different Black taxpayers. Prince Hall and his son appear in those tax records for 15 of those 21 years, giving them the longest period of recorded residence in the city of any Black person we know about in that era. The DePaul University historian Chernoh M. Sesay Jr.’s excellent dissertation, completed in 2006, provides the most thorough and rigorously analyzed academic review of Hall’s biography that is currently available. (The dissertation, which I have drawn on here, has not yet been published in full, but I hope it will be.)

Hall was a relentless petitioner, undaunted by setbacks. When Hall submitted his 1777 petition, co-signed by seven other free Black men, to the Massachusetts legislature, he was building on the efforts of other African Americans in the state to abolish enslavement. In 1773 and 1774, African Americans from Bristol and Worcester Counties as well as Boston and its neighboring towns put forward six known petitions and likely more to this end. Hall led the formation of the first Black Masonic lodge in the Americas, and possibly in the world. The purpose of forming the lodge was to provide mutual aid and support and to create an infrastructure for advocacy. Fourteen men joined Hall’s lodge almost surely in 1775, and in the years from then until 1784, records reveal that 51 Black men participated in the lodge. Through the lodge’s history, one can trace a fascinating story of the life of Boston’s free Black community in the final decades of the 18th century.

Why did Hall choose Freemasonry as one of his life’s passions? Alonza Tehuti Evans, a former historian and archivist of the Most Worshipful Prince Hall Grand Lodge of the District of Columbia, took up that question in a 2017 lecture. Hall and his fellow lodge members, he explained, recognized that many of the influential people in Boston—and throughout the colonies—were deeply involved in Freemasonry. George Washington is a prominent example, and symbolism that resonates with Masonic meaning adorns the $1 bill to this day. Hall saw entrance into Freemasonry as a pathway to securing influence and a network of supporters.

Hall submitted a petition to the Massachusetts legislature requesting emancipation, invoking the resonant phrases and founding truths of the Declaration of Independence.

In a world without stable passports or identification documents, participation in the order could provide proof of status as a free person. It offered both leverage and legitimacy—as when Prince Hall and members of his lodge, in 1786, offered to raise troops to support the commonwealth in putting down Shays’s Rebellion.

In the winter and spring of 1788, Hall was leading a charge in Boston against enslavers who made a practice of using deception or other means to kidnap free Black people, take them shipboard, and remove them to distant locations, where they would be sold into enslavement. He submitted a petition to the Massachusetts legislature seeking aid—asking legislators to “do us that justice that our present condition requires”—and publicized his petition in newspapers in Virginia, New York, Pennsylvania, and Vermont.

In the summer of that year, a newspaper circulated an extract of a letter from a prominent white Bostonian who had assisted Hall on this very matter. The unnamed author of the letter reports that he had been visited by a group of free Black men who had been kidnapped in Boston and had recently been emancipated and returned to the city. They were escorted to his house by Hall, and they told the story of their emancipation. One of the men who had been kidnapped was a member of Hall’s Masonic lodge. Carried off to the Caribbean and put on the auction block, the kidnapped men found that the merchant to whom they were being offered was himself a Mason. Mutual recognition of a shared participation in Freemasonry put an end to the transaction and gave them the chance to recover their freedom.

Prince Hall’s work on abolition and its enforcement was just the beginning of a lifetime of advocacy. Disillusioned by how hard it was to secure equal rights for free Black men and women in Boston, he submitted a petition to the Massachusetts legislature seeking funds to assist him and other free Blacks in emigrating to Africa. That same year, he also turned his energies to advocating for resources for public education. Through it all, his Masonic membership proved both instrumental and spiritually valuable.

Founding the lodge had not been easy. Although Hall and his fellows were most likely inducted into Freemasonry in 1775, they were never able to secure a formal charter for their lodge from the other lodges in Massachusetts: Prejudice ran strong. Hall and his fellows had in fact probably been inducted by members of an Irish military lodge, planted in Boston with the British army, who had proved willing to introduce them to the mysteries of the order. Hall’s lodge functioned as an unofficial Masonic society—African Lodge No. 1—but received a formal charter only after a request was sent to England for a warrant. The granting of a charter by the Grand Lodge of England finally arrived in 1787.

In seeking this charter, Hall had written to Masons in England, lamenting that lodges in Boston had not permitted him and his fellows a full charter but had granted a permit only to “walk on St John’s Day and Bury our dead in form which we now enjoy.” Hall wanted full privileges, not momentary sufferance. In this small detail, though, we gain a window into just how important even the first steps toward Masonic privileges were. In the years before 1783 and full abolition of enslavement in Massachusetts, Black people in the state were subjected to intensive surveillance and policing, as enslavers sought to keep their human property from slipping away into the world of free Blacks. Membership in the Masons was like a hall pass—an opportunity to have a parade as a community, to come out and step high, without harassment. That’s what it meant to walk on Saint John’s Day—June 24—and to hold funeral parades for the dead.

Whether that stepping-out day remained June 24 is unclear. As Sesay writes, “Boston blacks, including Prince Hall, first applied to use Faneuil Hall in 1789 to hear an ‘African preacher.’ On February 25, 1789, the Selectmen accepted the application of blacks to use Faneuil Hall for ‘public worship.’ ” By 1820, the walk on Saint John’s Day appears to have become African Independence Day and was celebrated on July 14, Bastille Day, much to the displeasure of at least one newspaper. An unattributed column in the New-England Galaxy and Masonic Magazine complained about the annual parade in recognizably racist tones (the mention of “Wilberforce” at the end is a reference to William Wilberforce, the British campaigner against enslavement):

This is the day on which, for unaccountable reasons or for no reasons at all, the Selectmen of Boston, permit the town to be annually disturbed by a mob of negroes … The streets through which this sable procession passes are a scene of noise and confusion, and always will be as long as the thing is tolerated. Quietness and order can hardly be expected, when five or six hundred negroes, with a band of music, pikes, swords, epaulettes, sashes, cocked hats, and standards, are marching through the principal streets. To crown this scene of farce and mummery, a clergyman is mounted in their pulpit to harangue them on the blessings of independence, and to hold up for their admiration the characters of “Masser Wilberforce and Prince Hall.”

Well after Hall’s death, the days for stepping out continued in Boston—an expression of freedom and the claiming of a rightful place in the polity. The lodge that Hall founded continued too. It is the oldest continuously active African American association in the U.S., with chapters now spread around the country. Its work in support of public education has endured. In the 20th century the Prince Hall Freemasons made significant contributions to the NAACP, in many places hosting the first branches of the organization. In the 1950s alone, the group donated more than $400,000 to the NAACP Legal Defense and Educational Fund (equivalent to millions of dollars today). Thurgood Marshall was a member.

for all of what we now know to be Prince Hall’s importance, I learned of him only recently. In 2015 the National Archives held a conference about the Declaration of Independence, inspired by my own research on the document. At the conference, another colleague presented a paper on how abolitionists had been the first people to make use of the Declaration for political projects other than the Revolution itself. A few months earlier I had come across the passage from Hall’s 1777 petition that I shared above, and that so beautifully resonates with the Declaration; at that conference, I suddenly learned the important political context in which it fit. I had published a book on the Declaration of Independence—Our Declaration—in 2014, but until the spring of 2015, I had never heard of Hall.

Yet I have been studying African American history since childhood. When I was in high school, my school didn’t do anything to celebrate Black History Month. My father encouraged me to take matters into my own hands and propose to the school that I might curate a weekly exhibit on one of the school’s bulletin boards. The school was obliging. It offered me the one available bulletin board—in a dark corner in the farthest remove of the school’s quads. This was not the result of malice, just of a lack of attention to the stakes. But I was glad to have access to that bulletin board, and I dutifully filled it with pictures of people like Carter G. Woodson and Mary McLeod Bethune and Thurgood Marshall, and with excerpts from their writings.

I am deeply aware of how much historical treasure about Black America is hidden, and have been actively trying to seek it out. While I was on the faculty of the University of Chicago, I helped found the Black Metropolis Research Consortium, a network of archival organizations in Chicago dedicated to connecting “all who seek to document, share, understand and preserve Black experiences.” And while I was at Chicago—somewhat in the spirit of that old bulletin board—I curated an exhibit for the special-collections department of the campus library on the 45 African Americans who’d earned a doctorate at the university prior to 1940—the largest number of doctorates awarded to African Americans up to that time by any institution in the world. Even so, I had not known about Prince Hall.

Having discovered Hall at the ridiculous age of 43, I have since made it a mission to teach others about him. At Harvard’s Edmond J. Safra Center for Ethics, we have undertaken a major initiative to develop civic-education curricula and resources. Among the largest projects is a year-long eighth-grade course called “Civic Engagement in Our Democracy.” One of the units in that course is centered on Hall’s life. Through him and his exploration of the meaning of social contracts and natural rights, and of opportunity and equality, we teach the philosophical foundations of democracy, reaching through Hall to texts that he also drew on, and whose authors are required reading for eighth graders in Massachusetts—for instance, Aristotle, Locke, and Montesquieu. These writers and thinkers were important figures to Freemasons in Hall’s time.

Too much treasure remains buried, living mainly in oral histories, not yet integrated into our full shared history of record. That history can strike home in unexpected ways. Not long ago, I was talking with my father about Prince Hall and the curriculum we were developing. His ears pricked up. Only then did I learn that my grandfather, too, had been a member of the Prince Hall Freemasons.”

This article appears in the March 2021 print edition with the headline “A Forgotten Founder.”

DANIELLE ALLEN is a political philosopher and the James Bryant Conant University Professor at Harvard. She is the author of Talking to Strangers, Our Declaration, and Cuz.

#Danielle Allen #Prince Hall #freemasonry #freemason #freemasons #revolutionary war #founding fathers #history #black history #american soldier #american history #black history month

[catherinesboleyn]

Unconfirmed letter written by Anne Boleyn to Henry VIII during her imprisonment in the Tower.

“Sir, your Grace’s displeasure, and my imprisonment are things so strange unto me, as what to write, or what to excuse, I am altogether ignorant; whereas you sent unto me (willing me to confess a truth, and so obtain your favour) by such a one, whom you know to be my ancient and professed enemy; I no sooner received the message by him, than I rightly conceived your meaning; and if, as you say, confessing truth indeed may procure my safety, I shall with all willingness and duty perform your command.

But let not your Grace ever imagine that your poor wife will ever be brought to acknowledge a fault, where not so much as thought thereof proceeded. And to speak a truth, never prince had wife more loyal in all duty, and in all true affection, than you have found in Anne Boleyn, with which name and place could willingly have contented my self, as if God, and your Grace’s pleasure had been so pleased. Neither did I at any time so far forge myself in my exaltation, or received Queenship, but that I always looked for such an alteration as now I find; for the ground of my preferment being on no surer foundation than your Grace’s fancy, the least alteration, I knew, was fit and sufficient to draw that fancy to some other subject.

You have chosen me, from a low estate, to be your Queen and companion, far beyond my desert or desire. If then you found me worthy of such honour, good your Grace, let not any light fancy, or bad counsel of mine enemies, withdraw your princely favour from me; neither let that stain, that unworthy stain of a disloyal heart towards your good Grace, ever cast so foul a blot on your most dutiful wife, and the infant Princess your daughter:

Try me, good King, but let me have a lawful trial, and let not my sworn enemies sit as my accusers and judges; yes, let me receive an open trial, for my truth shall fear no open shame; then shall you see, either mine innocency cleared, your suspicion and conscience satisfied, the ignominy and slander of the world stopped, or my guilt openly declared. So that whatsoever God or you may determine of me, your Grace may be freed from an open censure; and mine offence being so lawfully proved, your Grace is at liberty, both before God and Man, not only to execute worthy punishment on me as an unlawful wife, but to follow your affection already settled on that party, for whose sake I am now as I am, whose name I could some good while since have pointed unto: your Grace being not ignorant of my suspicion therein.

But if you have already determined of me, and that not only my death, but an infamous slander must bring you the enjoying of your desired happiness; then I desire of God, that he will pardon your great sin therein, and likewise mine enemies, the instruments thereof; that he will not call you to a strict account for your unprincely and cruel usage of me, at his General Judgement-Seat, where both you and my self must shortly appear, and in whose judgment, I doubt not, (whatsoever the world may think of me) mine innocence shall be openly known, and sufficiently cleared.

My last and only request shall be that myself may only bear the burthen of your Grace’s displeasure, and that it may not touch the innocent souls of those poor gentlemen, who (as I understand) are likewise in strait imprisonment for my sake. If ever I have found favour in your sight; if ever the name of Anne Boleyn hath been pleasing to your ears, then let me obtain this request; and I will so leave to trouble your Grace any further, with mine earnest prayers to the trinity to have your Grace in his good keeping, and to direct you in all your actions.

Your most loyal and ever faithful wife, Anne Bullen

From my doleful prison the Tower, this 6th of May.”

#anne boleyn #henry viii #the tudors #history

[terrifictudor]

The arrest of Anne Boleyn

On the 2nd of may 1536, at Greenwhich palace, Anne Boleyn was charged for adultery, with Francis Weston, William Brereton, Sir Henry Noris and Mark Smeaton. Both Sir Henry Noris, (Groom of the Stool in the privy chamber of the King, making him a close friend of Henry) and Mark Smeaton (a musician of Anne's household) confessed to having sexual relations with the queen, possibly under torture. At Whitehall palace, Anne's brother, George Boleyn, 2nd Viscount of Rochford, was also charged for conspiring against the king, although there is no evidence that an interrogation took place. George would later also be charged for committing incest with his sister, the Queen Anne. 

Despite Anne profusely denying the charges against her, the Kings council ordered her arrest and hours later Anne was transported through the Thames to the tower of London. It is likely that Anne did not enter the tower through the traitors gate, but instead, the court gate of the Byward tower.

Anne was escorted to the royal apartments, where she had stayed just three years prior for her coronation. Anne would be imprisoned there until her final day.

Sir William kingston, the constable or the tower, wrote to Thomas Cromwell, updating him on the wellbeing of the queen and the other prisoners. 

‘Sir, this day I was with the King's grace and declared the petitions of my lord of Rochford [George Boleyn], wherin I was answered. Sir, the said lord much desireth to speak with you, which toucheth his conscience much, as he saith. Wherein I pray you I may know your pleasure, for by cause of my promise made unto my said lord to do the same, and also I shall desire you further to know the King's pleasure touching the Queen, as well for her comfort as the the preparation of scaffolds and other necessaries concerning. The King's grace showed me that my lord of Canterbury2 should be her confessor, and was here this day with the Queen, and not in that matter.

‘Sir, the time is short, for the King supposeth the gentlemen to die tomorrow, and my lord of Rochford, with the residue of gentlemen, is as yet without Doctor Aldryge [Rochfords confessor], which I look for, but I have told my lord of Rochford that he be in a-readiness tomorrow to suffer execution, and so he accepts it very well and will do his best to be ready; notwithstanding, he would have received his rights, which hath not been used, and in especial here.

Sir, I shall desire you that we here may know the King's pleasure here as shortly as may be that we here may prepare for the same, which is necessary; for the same we here have no man for to do execution.

Sir, I for pray you have good remembrance in all this for us to do, for we shall be ready always to our knowledge. Yet this day at dinner the Queen said that she should go to a nunnery and is in hope of life.

And thus, fare you well.

William Kyngston’

During Anne’s imprisonment, it is thought she wrote a letter to the king, although it is likely that it never made it to the king, as it is thought to be found among Thomas Cromwell’s belongings. And it is unlikely that she even did write the letter, as there is no evidence that the queen took the time to write in the tower, and she was heavily watched during her final days.

‘Sir, your Grace’s displeasure, and my Imprisonment are Things so strange unto me, as what to Write, or what to Excuse, I am altogether ignorant; whereas you sent unto me (willing me to confess a Truth, and so obtain your Favour) by such a one, whom you know to be my ancient and professed Enemy; I no sooner received the Message by him, than I rightly conceived your Meaning; and if, as you say, confessing Truth indeed may procure my safety, I shall with all Willingness and Duty perform your Command. But let not your Grace ever imagine that your poor Wife will ever be brought to acknowledge a Fault, where not so much as Thought thereof proceeded. And to speak a truth, never Prince had Wife more Loyal in all Duty, and in all true Affection, than you have found in Anne Boleyn, with which Name and Place could willingly have contented my self, as if God, and your Grace’s Pleasure had been so pleased.

Neither did I at any time so far forge my self in my Exaltation, or received Queenship, but that I always looked for such an Alteration as now I find; for the ground of my preferment being on no surer Foundation than your Grace’s Fancy, the least Alteration, I knew, was fit and sufficient to draw that Fancy to some other subject.

You have chosen me, from a low Estate, to be your Queen and Companion, far beyond my Desert or Desire. If then you found me worthy of such Honour, Good your Grace, let not any light Fancy, or bad Counsel of mine Enemies, withdraw your Princely Favour from me; neither let that Stain, that unworthy Stain of a Disloyal Heart towards your good Grace, ever cast so foul a Blot on your most Dutiful Wife, and the Infant Princess your Daughter:

Try me, good King, but let me have a Lawful Trial, and let not my sworn Enemies sit as my Accusers and Judges; yes, let me receive an open Trial, for my Truth shall fear no open shame; then shall you see, either mine Innocency cleared, your Suspicion and Conscience satisfied, the Ignominy and Slander of the World stopped, or my Guilt openly declared. So that whatsoever God or you may determine of me, your Grace may be freed from an open Censure; and mine Offence being so lawfully proved, your Grace is at liberty, both before God and Man, not only to execute worthy Punishment on me as an unlawful Wife, but to follow your Affection already settled on that party, for whose sake I am now as I am, whose Name I could some good while since have pointed unto: Your Grace being not ignorant of my Suspicion therein.

But if you have already determined of me, and that not only my Death, but an Infamous Slander must bring you the enjoying of your desired Happiness; then I desire of God, that he will pardon your great Sin therein, and likewise mine Enemies, the Instruments thereof; that he will not call you to a strict Account for your unprincely and cruel usage of me, at his General Judgement-Seat, where both you and my self must shortly appear, and in whose Judgement, I doubt not, (whatsover the World may think of me) mine Innocence shall be openly known, and sufficiently cleared. My last and only Request shall be, That my self may only bear the Burthen of your Grace’s Displeasure, and that it may not touch the Innocent Souls of those poor Gentlemen, who (as I understand) are likewise in strait Imprisonment for my sake. If ever I have found favour in your Sight; if ever the Name of Anne Boleyn hath been pleasing to your Ears, then let me obtain this Request; and I will so leave to trouble your Grace any further, with mine earnest Prayers to the Trinity to have your Grace in his good keeping, and to direct you in all your Actions.

Your most Loyal and ever Faithful Wife, Anne Boleyn

From my doleful Prison the Tower, this 6th of May.’

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[aobssessedhistorylover]

Anne´s Last Letters - Henry VIII

“To the King from the Lady in the Tower” [Heading said to have been added by Thomas Cromwell]

Sir, your Grace’s displeasure, and my Imprisonment are Things so strange unto me, as what to Write, or what to Excuse, I am altogether ignorant; whereas you sent unto me (willing me to confess a Truth, and so obtain your Favour) by such a one, whom you know to be my ancient and professed Enemy; I no sooner received the Message by him, than I rightly conceived your Meaning; and if, as you say, confessing Truth indeed may procure my safety, I shall with all Willingness and Duty perform your Command. But let not your Grace ever imagine that your poor Wife will ever be brought to acknowledge a Fault, where not so much as Thought thereof proceeded. And to speak a truth, never Prince had Wife more Loyal in all Duty, and in all true Affection, than you have found in Anne Boleyn, with which Name and Place could willingly have contented my self, as if God, and your Grace’s Pleasure had been so pleased. Neither did I at any time so far forge my self in my Exaltation, or received Queenship, but that I always looked for such an Alteration as now I find; for the ground of my preferment being on no surer Foundation than your Grace’s Fancy, the least Alteration, I knew, was fit and sufficient to draw that Fancy to some other subject.You have chosen me, from a low Estate, to be your Queen and Companion, far beyond my Desert or Desire. If then you found me worthy of such Honour, Good your Grace, let not any light Fancy, or bad Counsel of mine Enemies, withdraw your Princely Favour from me; neither let that Stain, that unworthy Stain of a Disloyal Heart towards your good Grace, ever cast so foul a Blot on your most Dutiful Wife, and the Infant Princess your Daughter.Try me, good King, but let me have a Lawful Trial, and let not my sworn Enemies sit as my Accusers and Judges; yes, let me receive an open Trial, for my Truth shall fear no open shame; then shall you see, either mine Innocency cleared, your Suspicion and Conscience satisfied, the Ignominy and Slander of the World stopped, or my Guilt openly declared. So that whatsoever God or you may determine of me, your Grace may be freed from an open Censure; and mine Offence being so lawfully proved, your Grace is at liberty, both before God and Man, not only to execute worthy Punishment on me as an unlawful Wife, but to follow your Affection already settled on that party, for whose sake I am now as I am, whose Name I could some good while since have pointed unto: Your Grace being not ignorant of my Suspicion therein.But if you have already determined of me, and that not only my Death, but an Infamous Slander must bring you the enjoying of your desired Happiness; then I desire of God, that he will pardon your great Sin therein, and likewise mine Enemies, the Instruments thereof; that he will not call you to a strict Account for your unprincely and cruel usage of me, at his General Judgement-Seat, where both you and my self must shortly appear, and in whose Judgement, I doubt not, (whatsover the World may think of me) mine Innocence shall be openly known, and sufficiently cleared.My last and only Request shall be, That my self may only bear the Burthen of your Grace’s Displeasure, and that it may not touch the Innocent Souls of those poor Gentlemen, who (as I understand) are likewise in strait Imprisonment for my sake. If ever I have found favour in your Sight; if ever the Name of Anne Boleyn hath been pleasing to your Ears, then let me obtain this Request; and I will so leave to trouble your Grace any further, with mine earnest Prayers to the Trinity to have your Grace in his good keeping, and to direct you in all your Actions. Your most Loyal and ever Faithful Wife, Anne Bullen.

#anne boleyn #tudor queen #henry viii

[violettesiren]

Thou little star, that in the purple clouds

Hang’st, like a dewdrop, in a violet bed;

First gem of evening, glittering on the shrouds,

‘Mid whose dark folds the day lies pale and dead,

As through my tears my soul looks up to thee,

Loathing the heavy chains that bind it here,

There comes a fearful thought that misery

Perhaps is found, even in thy distant sphere.

Art thou a world of sorrow and of sin,

The heritage of death, disease, decay;

A wilderness, like that we wander in,

Where all things fairest soonest pass away?

And are there graves in thee, thou radiant world,

Round which life’s sweetest buds fall witherèd,

Where hope’s bright wings in the dark earth lie furled,

And living hearts are mouldering with the dead?

Perchance they do not die, that dwell in thee,

Perchance theirs is a darker doom than ours;

Unchanging woe, and endless misery,

And mourning that hath neither days nor hours.

Horrible dream!—O dark and dismal path,

Where I now weeping walk, I will not leave thee.

Earth has one boon for all her children—death:

Open thy arms, O mother! and receive me!

Take off the bitter burthen from the slave,

Give me my birthright! give—the grave, the grave!

To a Star by Frances Anne Kemble

#frances anne kemble

[makerof150papermasks]

Hamlet Mariofied Act 3 Scene 1

Bolded names refer to the Mario characters playing the roles. The character role names remain the same in the context of the play and its dialogue.

Mario = Mario

Wendy = Ophelia

Bowser = Claudius

Peach = Gertrude

Kamek = Polonius

Wario = Rosencrantz

Waluigi = Guildenstern

Toadsworth, Army Hammer Bro, Mushroom Chancellor, Lubba, Donkey Kong Jr. = Lords

Act III Scene 1

Elsinore. A room in the Castle.

Enter Bowser, Peach, Kamek, Wendy, Wario, Waluigi,

and Lords. Initiate the music from Jolly Roger Bay

Bowser. And can you by no drift of circumstance

Get from him why he puts on this confusion,

Grating so harshly all his days of quiet

 With turbulent and dangerous lunacy?

Wario. He does confess he feels himself distracted,

But from what cause he will by no means speak.

Waluigi. Nor do we find him forward to be sounded,

But with a crafty madness keeps aloof

 When we would bring him on to some confession

Of his true state.

Peach. Did he receive you well?

Wario. Most like a gentleman.

Waluigi. But with much forcing of his disposition.

 Wario. Niggard of question, but of our demands

Most free in his reply.

Peach. Did you assay him

To any pastime?

Wario. Madam, it so fell out that certain players

 We o'erraught on the way. Of these we told him,

And there did seem in him a kind of joy

To hear of it. They are here about the court,

And, as I think, they have already order

This night to play before him.

 Kamek. 'Tis most true;

And he beseech'd me to entreat your Majesties

To hear and see the matter.

Bowser. With all my heart, and it doth much content me

To hear him so inclin'd.

 Good gentlemen, give him a further edge

And drive his purpose on to these delights.

Wario. We shall, my lord.

Exeunt Wario and Waluigi.

Bowser. Sweet Gertrude, leave us too;

 For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,

That he, as 'twere by accident, may here

Affront Wendy.

Her father and myself (lawful espials)

Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen,

 We may of their encounter frankly judge

And gather by him, as he is behav'd,

If't be th' affliction of his love, or no,

That thus he suffers for.

Peach. I shall obey you;

 And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish

That your good beauties be the happy cause

Of Hamlet's wildness. So shall I hope your virtues

Will bring him to his wonted way again,

To both your honours.

 Wendy. Madam, I wish it may.

[Exit Peach.]

Kamek. Ophelia, walk you here.- Gracious, so please you,

We will bestow ourselves.- [To Wendy] Read on this book,

That show of such an exercise may colour

 Your loneliness.- We are oft to blame in this,

'Tis too much prov'd, that with devotion's visage

And pious action we do sugar o'er

The Devil himself.

Bowser. [aside] O, 'tis too true!

 How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience!

The harlot's cheek, beautied with plast'ring art,

Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it

Than is my deed to my most painted word.

O heavy burthen!

 Kamek. I hear him coming. Let's withdraw, my lord.

Exeunt Bowser and Kamek.

Enter Mario. Tune to fortress/castle Level from Super Mario Bros 3

Mario. To be, or not to be- that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

 The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep-

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks

 That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep.

To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

 Must give us pause. There's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,

 The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

 But that the dread of something after death-

The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn

No traveller returns- puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

 Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pith and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

 And lose the name of action.- Soft you now!

The fair Ophelia!- Nymph, in thy orisons

Be all my sins rememb'red.

Wendy. Good my lord,

How does your honour for this many a day?

 Mario. I humbly thank you; well, well, well.

Wendy. My lord, I have remembrances of yours

That I have longed long to re-deliver.

I pray you, now receive them.

Mario. No, not I!

 I never gave you aught.

Wendy. My honour'd lord, you know right well you did,

And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd

As made the things more rich. Their perfume lost,

Take these again; for to the noble mind

 Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

There, my lord.

Mario. Ha, ha! Are you honest?

Wendy. My lord?

Mario. Are you fair?

Wendy. What means your lordship?

Mario. That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no

discourse to your beauty.

Wendy. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?

Mario. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform

 honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can

translate beauty into his likeness. This was sometime a paradox,

but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.

Wendy. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

Mario. You should not have believ'd me; for virtue cannot so

 inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I loved you

not.

Wendy. I was the more deceived.

Mario. Get thee to a nunnery! Why wouldst thou be a breeder of

sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse

 me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me.

I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my

beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give

them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I

do, crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all;

 believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your

father?

Wendy. At home, my lord.

Mario. Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool

nowhere but in's own house. Farewell.

 Wendy. O, help him, you sweet heavens!

Mario. If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry:

be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape

calumny. Get thee to a nunnery. Go, farewell. Or if thou wilt

needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what

 monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go; and quickly too.

Farewell.

Wendy. O heavenly powers, restore him!

Mario. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God hath

given you one face, and you make yourselves another. You jig, you

 amble, and you lisp; you nickname God's creatures and make your

wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't! it hath made

me mad. I say, we will have no moe marriages. Those that are

married already- all but one- shall live; the rest shall keep as

they are. To a nunnery, go. Exit. Cue melody to Wario’s Castle from Super Mario Land 2: Six Golden Coins.

 Wendy. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!

The courtier's, scholar's, soldier's, eye, tongue, sword,

Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state,

The glass of fashion and the mould of form,

Th' observ'd of all observers- quite, quite down!

  And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,

That suck'd the honey of his music vows,

Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,

Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;

That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth

 Blasted with ecstasy. O, woe is me

T' have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

Enter Bowser and Kamek.

Bowser. Love? his affections do not that way tend;

Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,

 Was not like madness. There's something in his soul

O'er which his melancholy sits on brood;

And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose

Will be some danger; which for to prevent,

I have in quick determination

 Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England

For the demand of our neglected tribute.

Haply the seas, and countries different,

With variable objects, shall expel

This something-settled matter in his heart,

 Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus

From fashion of himself. What think you on't?

Kamek. It shall do well. But yet do I believe

The origin and commencement of his grief

Sprung from neglected love.- How now, Ophelia?

 You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said.

We heard it all.- My lord, do as you please;

But if you hold it fit, after the play

Let his queen mother all alone entreat him

To show his grief. Let her be round with him;

 And I'll be plac'd so please you, in the ear

Of all their conference. If she find him not,

To England send him; or confine him where

Your wisdom best shall think.

Bowser. It shall be so.

 Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. Exeunt.

#Super Mario #Shakespeare #Hamlet #Wendy O. Koopa #The most famous monologue #wario and waluigi #Bowser #Peach #Kamek

[jonphaedrus]

take a look at this, i say, immediately after ive told EVERYONE im not allowed to write epistolary,

I have had this paper set upon my desk now a fortnight and have, as I am sure you note from the numerous inkstains prior to my writing here, aborted my attempts to start this letter no less than four times. I find that words, which upon a day are normally my forte, come to me stifled and stilted.

No doubt you have already received the news of 5 March. I am certain that it left Boston harbor upon the same night; I have Certainty that when my own letter arrives, you shall have already spent some many days assured of my hand in the matter. It is exceedingly not my intention to place before you my heart and beg Forgiveness—indeed; should I do so, I would expect nothing less than approbation. Nay. Instead, I am drawn to excuse myself to you, for however little it shall us both do.

Your Forgiveness in this matter I could not beg were I to accompany my request with all the jewels and gold in the world. I am certain of this; I cannot in such a manner beg even my own allowance for these unspeakable acts. Five innocents, souls unsullied by thoughts of blood, lay dead in the streets of Boston upon my Command, and I have in their offering emboldened the sacrifice of a hundred, a thousand, more.

By God, Jenny! How can I in Conscience separate that heinous burthen of Legacy from the duty of Commitment? I feel his soul upon me as if I am once more upon the gallows and his demands a Noose: I shall fall as did our father and countless others should I remain with my soul rent in twain by the hand Fate has dealt me. I should ask you what am I to do? were it not that I know there is Nothing that I can do; I have brought upon my head the brimstone and fire of the LORD and I shudder upon myself to think what shall be adjudged my tally of sins, jealousies &c when Providence finds it mete to place me against my fellows and cry my injuries free to the annals of Mankind.

Nay sister dear: your Clemency must go underserved, for if my own, which stands poised before not even a fraction of your own capacity for quarter, cannot conscience it, then you must hold me to the bar same as any other criminal. Were it I knew that this Business would end in any way other than the bloodletting of brothers, for I have now thrown the lots, Jenny, and all that awaits I and those souls who have joined with me to open with gunfire is but fifty cubits. Do not think the irony of my tri-corn has escap’d me.

All that remains me is the hope—however unfounded—that mayhaps another path lays before us, but to my horror all that I can see is the interminable Thicket of War, and all that which must be borne with it. I can only pray that you will find it in yourself to allow me this one last trespass, albeit being it one that shall perhaps never end.

#to conquer or die

[libidomechanica]

When wing

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               I

Now do I now for my company of   playes, frame my heau’n of moonlight dash the dance,   and unsmooth lips in thrall, or at last when his sister, that, from you, to listens, I wait. If only. To her on train emerges   from when thou doest save from thee, wretch the   window, and the sun sank our son, on this most deare, care shine and then in the divine, to receivest, I caught better blood-red   heard, and not see: some corne, my very quickens,   hoeing yams, calibrating through thy village, then which han be company is Head worth, no liar looke alofte, then he   arose, forget and me, I caught with voice   is the rest; thou deigne dissembling wills, she look at your ears. You know, they the mourning.

               II

Of Heav’n is rising on my hands, and whence?   And mine: for a breath was find it, and lawless   woods; the offered if she may fail to seed, Hermes prior to lifeless over thine, on the wild peasant right in my hands   beside her moved in the Lord and sugar-   cakes and N2 that when The Shah Salámán rose I lay. She might myself only graces slide; the rest did seeme my hurtlessly—   but what kind of age now. Responds,—as if   she lean in black and beat, nor in and this sinne of Spring back to the dead see, the wet with us, lie open at Stonehenge.   No trembler in which thou art but because   of my thought her; but ever be And yours yearn after a To-morrow bed.

               III

God set you are little wild figtree split their   than my hair of Heaven to thee his learn?   Like one True Believe when did: her moved me deeper thanks the personality of Man is blacke but indeed, Repentance fail   to see him off this hand creeds that should pipe   his pistol butts a-twinkle, unfair, at kirk or man be fynd, all Kent case. His Bounty left me for one tired I look the   race, I call the Prince, and tumbles at him,   and giue; the Nightingale and in my youth, or where but in this, and gulled our souls! From the days we lay about searching, that   I cannot bringeth forward drew my burthen   Bowl of Night hath taught a fall down dead, still my hell. Which joyes that floats in a barred.

               IV

Frame my griefe. And the bramble was straight—like   the roadside, succulent peaches which to   shame of my design when a’ was deceased, so from Fear o God with one arm, alas! I that puts by the shifting it to the   hands, adored and day; for the valley is   a flower in its benumbing rose that create thing stars; her dangling hand angry Gods word? And all the Harvest things went to   be so: for these pretty babes, poorly   desolate, when, sleep. See. The feet two, as I think of my father night like a lewde lust of trouble key, which to say; but twas, alas!   The way you froze: thought I am alone,   but babble. Body join’d to foolish Rider occasion of regency ghouls.

               V

As still hear the vnwary shepheards sayd he   there. The Princess cries, She is falling starve.   This steeds their wayward round her back to yoke it under the equation meanwhile, I make my Body when her maiden bars, ye   she asleep. Farm soil too in the annulus—   a planet floats in a Catalina stand amazed, and her; but the land, partly because of your name; so sad, slow, slowly   dying eye of same, and to sing this   flattring snapped wide, his Soul to Sin? They haue gathered up from that had full of spite of thee cannot be past, and golden age or   chanced, he lie and yet the trees, it half   turning, right trailing up from it! Reading alone and the day I ca’ at my hand.

               VI

The wheels go over-rule us at our   Sex betrayed by the unrise mars the end   is cheating underworld, strove together. From a scheme the distance. Muttering flames, pulling statuary it is the Princess,   If indeed, Repentance oft before,   when I will standing to know; so never gave comming home the tumult and pipe of honesty again and a far highest   Ioue, and the better chain, and dazzled down   and the Heart, palpitationships with his Associates Nightingale alone? Yes, call men were all to feede, and seen for publish   thy love, no more, would move among the   dead are busy being Lord of what we are Psyche, young man, ’tis the dales resist?

               VII

The Guests were apart from your trust that I’ll   answer, ’ I said he, last of a diseases,   so I sent the shines, cloudy seas, nor winding when though loved you see. And catch a long-hid love you wait while all the sends me   prison stream of solitude; yet nearer   to thigh and I worried you lying of love, and manna dew; and impulse: and wailed together? Time doth one with shines that he   plough, O girls are sad augurs mock the same   heard it, as I was in all Minds behind heare to playes, where he alightest come at nigh. Now I am here is over the   plate Anything did erre, it was a ribbon   of murmuring roses thus I heard, that those look on Ida, to thee, thy love!

               VIII

Of mine, the screendoors of the strange was a   time I will silent Nights side, succulent   peaches we bought he walked, near to your day. May dare all pray we enter’d as if a little puffed pursuit. Such on all ill or   we were fast, for never made long with whom   Mankind shot, loue gaue me the fall who pause, doe not take a blight has flowering jest. And oft I blush, and birdless we’d taken   up and a whole; its red light we willow   behind him in his Shoulder hung the moon- beam dwell the brief moment. I am some grants a friend of loue. He quaff’d off the Touch,   Wit spins both bared scalp and daunce, will let me,   and my heart of your substance at his Desert from memory My sweet loveth me!

               IX

Invective seen for Pieces place, that weekends   are lockt; but I been world is thing thee;   nor let thy kind of chance best without, rose of your tracks? One unbecoming of casque, a cap of each tree and ever find a   Remedy for any outward part: no,   not of happier men. Little while Joy’s a kind her, an’ kissing to listened, each was they fetch a famous man anymore,   not yet than form the most clears today of   passions some divisible echoing night! Yet since Time it is teeming to run too shall mould long legs of Paradise, and   after all, which makes such fauour counted as   it were all must first Clay with love’s granary is the trees, which, being my first trains.

               X

And stay, and kisse, the shells, and as yet dare   not so wicked deeds did in the Spirits   settled a tune my painful plight, and tropics in our fault among the falls her maids she gaed o’er thy should breast, have seene. With my   darling his Houri-faced darling beyond   all those who are no one single thief, and so high? They be yellow grows lesson of Heav’n replied. The sun in all things that has   soft fires, the time, and parish rate; and   whenever thee. Ours is an angels went every closely furl’d, this truth, taken unaware. Of fault much times a climbe. No arméd Host,   from your knight we are you felt she lean; yet   I had touches Heaven. Never gave us holding what she blue sweated the wine.

               XI

Against my cloak, as I heard the days that   hole in one knows: but what would go together   the pyrus japonica should in sighing, she says, we beneath the fan be anything but anger to dusk, when past   us of what nymph soe’er you in malice   Gods pursue from the broad face, staring of Created as gently to ever as crystal tears, where a gaine is not the hurried   lady, and they did offend, withouten   dreadful hollow as I their Vintage presence exiles stopped on the lilylike to hatch the ghastlie Owle her breath no excuse,   nor end. Men of the bitter comes still   repeat both the fiesta of sugar. I lived in them twa. And found suspires.

               XII

Or I trusts himselfe doth travell’d onely   air. Then the hyghest Ioue, and Echo   made sweet, with her, First Hair, drove and before her weakest flint to recite what had love like a models, such bloosmes the rampant   Lyon huntsman her mammie’s wark, and ancient   tree, thought that dare I not the house no more to buffet to thanks and assume thy love the red rose cheeks, or the swore helpless!   The maiden comes the skin&hold a nap, my   heard great assays, that on his head: render joys the same. So hugely stood into the brow of the movies or on a suddenly   hides be merrilie; the Nights well have let   him intended: there is too rude and call’d each tree and everywhere; ev’ry servance.

               XIII

Both the gem so small, the Sea’s self be less.   Lent hereafter happiness; and you skill   vines they sound, his eye plunged down injury of the unblest my glories some why, I’d sometimes been world of my smart, but the   night, now at erst: the garden, flowers pale.   Why, all grew wide world. It is a virtues golden woods brings; and the use of my cure, go call except possibly for babe for   me by moonlight and tight, life-disquiet   sleep to the proper to dusk, when these wolves, created of the public good, but read strangers, rather death were wound of her heart   of the right at once had owsen, sheepe, the   one told him: I’ said to make my garden wears dropt on the village, the suit, they lives.

               XIV

Eight of half to thee are torn: how often   found shall who flung shipwreck, like the bones   supersede loved yours will strengthen us to the years! Look, looking for dust-of-sleep. He rose in your kiss whirls life? Nor whence would barred.   Some days of Peace, but then at first to heare   therebeside him. Are not striues to the road in it. And its proper to suddenly when hugeness give—and they set on   Vertues of them, and grieved—to slacken’d, and   so he cheeks, or long curl’d to be friend of the South, tell Rosalind, her heart goes as thee, ’ she said, I love shall I say? Lois,   Joe, Louise, Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father   cry. The peace she is felt the dales of thy sideways would served for all to thank thee!

               XV

Redeem you: but street by far, when he tried   into the rose, the remnant-meat just wheeled   and kisse; I neuer known instrument; and with its skeleton, living for a centuries to be a garland found me the   winked in the though times of glist’ring star-sweeter   musket, drenched a vulture thee; thou stayed so love, I smote him to die her heart and hideous rage, i, that flower, she slipping   grace makes us to be more the garden,   Maud, so fair. The sun she has this frequent to hell to the Eare a hundred in, that will I forget not night we are drawers   until we cease their hearts! Small flatten’d, and   thou like you! Let us speaks her wrath: sike syrly she drops of foot out of children.

               XVI

Was rescued from afar—what nymphs should render   Lambkins take delyte? However much   mought be merrilie; the roses thus to this hilles, where health, and and in vaine: for they regarding, while the tumult fellows So   far I reap’d—I came these, who can reaching   hour of fitful Grape my verse sharply, and went to the height, crawling fury from inmost sane and more train on my fawn, but no   scuse serues; she loose the short Metro ride   home, he swallow gold must first wealth, because enow. There were would be above, I smote her breast, but pyping love, and the waves in   the tree; the old familiar, towing a   glow, flushed and closed at one sweet: tho’ I fancy’s springe giues place where you traces, will be.

               XVII

Who told me a grave, and heau’nly grace, in   reigner, and the human, what I too cruel   to know hunger. Take the favour at her face I say, There are wrongs thy name, and I love, but still singing made excuse, nor the   whole, as an architect. The Princess, If   indeed is the bins, come at noon; wine-red was his child; she would you not so wise, until I heard trewe, yet against time my love,   a seed-bag there is felt like a models   be; models, such another is compliments doen, which many sight? The blacken and all lies, and sank or for long as those winter-   bound in the meadow, but dearth. As it   wit then, t’ increasingst consent, when the ruffian’s heart, I cannot turn himself down?

               XVIII

Queen lilies cold, nor thy love’s great the down;   and then to pitied her girl was his mother   lands drove and had no fruite is only dark-dawning into ourselves to recall that weening moon hath remain colors it   to carry with this, which of the universe’s   large-browed from mine. Then let other love though thou have been opened in me no more; but all in—all in the white lake-blossom   fell his name I used to work of Nature   dress dancing and clouds. The one thanks: better of us do you go? His beauteous seem by that gave comes nectar at top, and   on me writes; and then oaring of Creation   as the spirit animals. And the larkspur, and where there is not the lagoon.

               XIX

Rang fronts, they ne’er a lightful land, and slave   is, cease the road when first began to collect   his woman and as yet dare went that Hope is none spake—The words, not that dyes a marble flood drew my buried Ashes such   a thousand yet was ta’en forewent, that   bless’d be thy sacred vnto hys Lordes done— how soon hath nypt my ruggedst step of Fortune’s Frolics left me by moonlight; if thou   ever wish’d our child is sweetly, my   honesty against you in a shall be my garden is a curse, whether Voice and called on them any harmeless over,   easily because of the wrists of bonie Jean.   She sends me prisoner be at trundling on the Touch, Wit mixtures, from blossoms withal.

               XX

And they playne ouerture? ’ What more thick, or lips,   and on the glens are wakeful ear in   the same, perplex me so little clocks with thee and passionate women kick againe. If I—the Purple and spoke and finger   touched its Treasure up. Your general onslaughter,   and wanned and cannot because her now; for such solemn bird and here! In their short a time where no more clear fond voide of   fiery flowers surrender: then ryse   ye blessed flocks, but I? Take your fall. Fear their wine, and die as care an effortlessly brought a rarities of dewe, yet not thrive   to live with a silence in his youthfullest   voice is hard promises and of the alien lips, so I dwell tied in me.

               XXI

You canst vouchsafe the Vintners burn’d, to shew   my loves our waiting I stood at the powers   above that bred it. Lightnings of neon. And bids her arms to hold that what we poore soules we never could flowers to shame   not appeare, how shall beautiful, a faery’s   child is weary of love, hatred, joy, from the heaved a heavy hand. Then, going to Heavenly sings of Paradise haste   to portrait commands; and trembled on me   sooth what haste to my arms; but i should wash out around suspires. I do adore: not found to heart was not murdering through   all sweet The loneliness, sudden rushed among   bright: nor doth keepe a sacrifice this world’s dusty brown betweene though the world’s end.

               XXII

And now I could be known; and sunly and   meane at our bones for their hear my mother   punish’d nor rewarded. Stella oft so special, that leans again: I fly and pure so none of him, and he spread out of it   in a Catalina stand never hearts,   with snow. And Her weak pointed in his territory, slipt outright, they neuer heeds the mind the one did justly youth, with a   dainty blush’d to find; and then vouchsafe me   blind to her; now, young men set down at they maun part I of doubt he is near, she is not murder, I will devotion bade my   husband, saying, dissolves, which of them out:   the shudder’d as if caught my hands, or make her wits thick as hers! And grow every way.

               XXIII

I bade it keep the Diamond of my hairs   be glutted. An’ kissing from the men things   service, none as the landlord’s daughter, With sweater than poor souls transfixed! The one who subtill Serpent the sexton, and like a   madman, shrieking to Adam what she, when   flowres, their beer can we not such a lass there was full cold We thanks: better, your rights well, while Joy’s a stone and no birds on the   past which can hurt and they went ill the Quaker   hold me it’d break, soon hath sought it take a bird. It’s easy. Breath the level with his might is laugh’d her empty of love will   let me his furious ways, the in part   of a bus. For lack of Immortal moon are cast on this twilight erasing of.

               XXIV

On Orcas Island thoughts to be and that   sighs that the farms wi’ care for all; who neither   my head; not be for aye his furious Lord that the next, like a single jewel, here is a sheepe the first sight, though not a   press it to all the Súfi flout; of my   wealth to sigh, with old Khayyám and holes: arsenic, arsenic, sure, you look the eare than he. So I sware to such solemn bird; nor   trust me still thy lover’s at hand took, but   he had redden’d beach day, more thou swell—thou art but then shall take; she wept out: but each one and sang. Girl after Sultán’s Turret in   heather in the linkt a death all wet, shaking   us all. Love, that whither, with dainties blush’d a sweet fawn is vanish’d nor curse.

               XXV

When in the gaps between themselves, their trickling   starving and shook it and dreery death’s-   head a book together of the shot. And tender ash dead on to me doubt then—i never you except the lady in the   pine-crusted bodies from the sky which is   he! When all the device of promise tied her life endures I feel most kissed in health of lilies with face deepe furrowes weary,   fain would articulate in her iust   and see that in a glow-worker be, will lean again becomes the tender Lambkins takes the music, answer now, and again,   the swam the day, and pitcher of shamed by   light the rampant heard great and gathering with wares which might strewn salt across his song.

               XXVI

Dew; and the treasures of many a work   must be pride of Apprehension catch and   pleasaunt syte from Lady of my life from birth do pleasured to scathe. Then to the would rather than fatter is coming to   the red counter of Day, how soon for Pieces   tore. To wow me and they lie still. And chiefe good broad in iron laws—my ball rowmes in little spaces that may seemed to   shame, but now I wake. But ah vnwise and clamour   great Hunter and till, and tired I reread Aristotle by ways closed eyes were at first was silent sympathy. Of   that thou, my desire, empty glove upon   cloute, that piece of straw mattress—whatever’s Tongue it must and learne the unblest kisse.

               XXVII

And, well have was crossed the gray lock and part;   now make to learnedly, are the bride-   maidenlike a fire witnesse were not ene to hurt her. All unarm’d, for I want. Light we walk’d and overtake me more be no sin:   the loss, or minds, and see on a bed of   their play, and should steer and peeled and blown comes thing into the feet that Pan witnesse appeare, euen by the upright decision of   this case, pickpockets, each weaknesse the holy   saints’-bell can present strewn salt across his voice tells me ours is an earth, cold, okay? The wretch the secret Beauty;—Mortal   frame: the lasse, most rich and speak and growes   onely Deare, and brauest regret; o Death most of gain, fair a light to knows alone?

               XXVIII

This brown leaf shards gather turn in his lap.   And whispered, Guilt is the cuckoo. Is that   lost libertie against your sex but view his court of a landscape, that lie on the high as he used to rate us and flow of   terror, and—sans End! Thou my old wolf and   a maid was by him na: at length, yet hast love, love, thought in gold the people find stellas name,—and somebody, we can be attacked   watched with a feeling them, and made, if   asked the Assembly, and, in so sweet purse- mouth when who before that he lefte to come! Since the sun she looks o’er the   phenomenological space. His touch thankfulness,   full of Nights and Thee to his patient—all for waiter said, my Clay with long ypent.

               XXIX

Forget all we in shame of many men.   I look of Vengeance on the Night have was   tired of the trode is rough heedle a woman-vested you stoop. Did we guessing age’s crossed upon it, a garden ground:   their chereful cherish’d to whither, tell   can presage; incertain gloss of the city sacked; men and assume to plow; shovels crumble, and I your faces too deep a   true eyes. And if they relation wrote should   lord Lochinvar. Time doth one last of it for All—None but takest keepe vs wake, riding to pray, and say, They ’ve take   me Christall fail it is very best displayes,   frame to Parnasse highway ringed birds Never was silence on this, love appear!

               XXX

Draws up to The Shah Salámán saw, his   Foot, and plaster made these obtain her hath   not a bell away; that myopic traveled the poor choice of what wondered down into my arms, I call: Where the dales, so I   sware to stay, loathing voices more friends for   a laggard trewe, yet thou my love. When the world; but know how farwell should have out by the gender a vile physic to my plainly   Make: they seem worthy gallery, or   fear: six thousand triumph, must nevermore than he may be vain essay the brawest lad, he heaven to the rose, thy knee; thou’rt   like candle-light, for the early worthy   of them never the tip of one who have powers or glowing boys their ghosts, rejoice!

               XXXI

Supposed and wheedlesse of me, both sadly   be bride kissed you wert, and he hath thinner   than there asking, All ’s Well!—This Discourse; prepare, and space between his heart to my arms; but i should willing then the corner   of deep as love it wax’d more seldom that   August night my father Dunne, and there vsed of the grasp this word, for love it wax’d more Foole for all the Universe’s   lattery, to faint! And no birds sing. For never   head has wrought from sin; but is every pew, refusing to my scalp and marrow joy is but one saw two walls, his flatters   and recorder, falling. Downe, and vague, fatal   draught; and If one answering wood. Was shee desert, and life, you yet may shepherd.

               XXXII

Inescapable of children’s cry my   souls, whose Echo the rose, and there you. Found   the powers surrender: they never got too has learned myself the World, toss’d Thee this city ’tis not takes to save for the   words football, Lucia, let us speak of   my Delightful land, whose lines haue heard, and sweet-faire, most of the Waste, and white. Grace their flockes of some reconciled in the maiden   banner of life; O more than mine. I   make the Muse so wrought, and my old wolf and do not supposed to my lovely youthful disorderly thee all when we were in   his might, so they are cool fleshly folly   ripe, and swirled just not yet may not a pretty skin&hold by the moon the Ruby yield.

               XXXIII

Heart would love upon cloud, when tyranny?   You beware of Perfume shall be cut back   with Thy Essential! From place; and another dies. For if thy hands that just can’t stand strands of the Charlotte was born, before, a   seed-bag there’s no need more preciously.   Queen roses, the crimson-rolling away the crowd—tomorrow stare, and yet, alas, nor can integration, with many Crescent   all we would see him out the world to   faint away: they neither hairy caps are stood eight of men are! Lifting it all upon the musick, for that Lovers quickly,   before pools that touch drove and daunce, will   becoming has but a possible, but the nerves off the ceremony kneelings keepe.

               XXXIV

Height to have full of a Veil thy Heaven.   For shame to my Darkness among the hill,   to him is nought her love’s wrong! See, the gates of the main of life was full, to the World dirhems for the found to her, opes still   thy love men’s heard long, in denays, forget   not speak thee! And fragrant me tender-shower on a shapeless of we, since kindly face I saye as stately his sentence. A   Sugar-cakes as I am your fists around   of Wisdom can nothing, and creeds that your feel good the night, and liken the merciless Tyrant in his Supremacy.   No, seekst not yields; a honey wild, and more   in welths waues, pampred in beauty beauteous day; for anger analogous, I go.

               XXXV

Conscious the which my skin and the terrace—   all and the horse with thy Graces! Either   and me heart than aught my Robe of Holofernes peepest? Of ships: it fills up to the time than it take cover by trecheree   didst thou swells are busy being loved so   long since has made you: but I, so much to sing, bone bag man, and tired of hys keep me alive with lawyers and light, of spirit   that veins, in old days: you pressed the suit,   I conne no scream of light returning should prove, and pin’d and one did round as is nought. They heart, pity a human, to much, something   central to perplext by Fortune once   to you! I think, he specially after the scene I’ve stood along the Sin where you more.

               XXXVI

Drives the would challenge, and Helen’s public   weal, last night saue within the strove no more,   the month and sank to the disgrace: nor bad, nor gastliness. In the sound, and when first Summer in Weal or potently as from   Earth and lightning plays about the right me   grand fight; and yet I do swelling. Was a melodious laws, in the ampersand, that prays in her musket shalt call the sooner   be at trust if her mine. Says he loves   on a shining thus: you have give physic to my Darkness cleare, that it fades! Not mine own: thou hentest into the River’s hair   is first I have match’d on the bell away;   stutter for his Hour or two—is gone by one believer prove to such a transfixed!

               XXXVII

As waits a river, the ringed in her weel   against me say but each would have been yet   I have sight, and tell her wanted to myself would be good, and once, spite, has been no powre to break her has a human here hath   led me dear; Then he call’d each salted crease   we to prove; his Verse was run! Who shall pardon— as it would devise some haue broadsword in years today of Life flies; one fall: a   glass window; for heaven and quiet ever   she call you too sterne cost, and pipe as sooner or lasted, the death-wound, and had no fear, though the body, and when I’m old,   on the stroke, he read, the last year’s bitter   top, the Altar of women if it spread out thereof did ensue, by our life’s love.

               XXXVIII

Joan, Marie, Dawn, love in its lips more Foole   fork the whole inhere; I in a Winding-   sheet of worth has gather ye together? As night, and at me from elsewhere in the Travel-weary, Senses fall, that blowe   them blist, they lay in his own land, partly   because in our minds, our bones are mad, with the sick of Immortal Sovranty—think of the Face of thy holy dreams, responds   unto his territory, slipt out: but   yeeres did lere. The changeable charm of earliest bird on earth with their fragrant zone; she stream of solitude and white lake   I stood with want you in lonely in crowd—   tomorrow I may passing told him with the Sprite goes again! To loue and to hont?

               XXXIX

I dropped in the goblin bee that avows,   Support Your thing to tell her wrath shepheards,   where Joan. The tiny, clear sparkling wynd. Brushes rancke, whose please, I do come, can nowhere an heirloom seed we heart.&Then if by   me there all hys passions of the spirits   memory of their trickling thus, and learnt, we, conscious fool broke into the rugged rynde, and what hear? The cannot love each our   be; but if they comfort Him.—I never   she neither then if for me by moonlight; slow head a brothers willful morn we holds, from the love a lilly on as it with   proude, that great wherewith the gallant came,   what would do not blow away of pale club of the wins, and shudder’d upon the Rose!

               XL

We drank deep in an empty Glass box out   of it in the bane of Spring did shroude   in its own; and I slipt outright, can love is this? That now it cannot figures, in your contract your love the Bowl from the Rose!   As she is well and economy most   perfect made, it is supernovas, and dashed than Christmas the ground: there such a glass half an hour. The Girl, in death, and keepe. I   dreaming Foot may shepheards Oaten reede you.   Thine out, as Wind alone that sadness the Netherby ne’er didst vnderfong my lay, listened, came on a hill, and fell, among us,   over thinking what you were chiding   to bury all the fairest man that break our bridal, young did erre, it was your own.

               XLI

Over think on whether trie, by our lives.   Of their Sunday’s due, of slumbering jets   blue as Maud have gone, ridden day when first he wall. My threaten’d me, and my friend, we hold there are turn’d as, buried which the   alighter head, where Love is, takes long, that I   owe they rode and ringing place at nigh. But a weedye crop of Mt. And Sleep; But, saith her veins the fair Lesley, as shed on lips   in the Last Harvest’s done—how soon has hid   that claspt the wet leathers fright, witnesse did love receipt; for me to receiv’d the though I knew us men, as an August night   stream of solitary time yet. In which   Then, as one, so confesse: discrie, are Life have I? My painful plight with itself only.

               XLII

My dust shalt not strangers is the earth and   she shaft, and one mile uphill to my sister   of the World, the dwarfs of the craggie Oke, all, and fade, die to mountains for to body, and I never moved them also, the   terrace, the dead on the water—jessamine   should you disgusts me; here are nothing that long; for thy dayly race was run! There was the Serpents false love-knot a-creaking   drums, no subtle Alchemist thou art but   while closed and Byron’s sleep beside her had left to Right takes decrees I, force and a sweetheart, which, being cruel hand, ere the Waste,   one Moment, which I could have made me for   me to my simply to which ranges and riches it were his arms or led by light.

               XLIII

The satin dome and there is weary grow   old? Set me which joyes to hinder more they   seem in the magnolias, me of the South. Had sprouted, and is cheated Thine out. A Muezzín from strange. He had owsen, sheenless   never can into the Fawn a-foot, or   Bird on earth after a time, I added priest in frolic, as to watched overseeing powers, still tired of beauty, Common   Senses all, just a press me shall bow   along since, spite, has a bushy breathing how fleet ’twas once from his coupling Doues, guides Venus chariot rights, and drawers until   its Difficult to gentle friend, to scare   the old every gaze alone when, so red the wet worlds so let thy hairs be glutted.

               XLIV

Cried Sally Brown, his happy Hobbinol,   I could rise, finding said Don’t make a Vessel   of a novel, books according the right English lily, There alike instinct hiveward, each one liuerie, by all the horns,   through green. Into the sun, his art may exprest:   with his distractions in circles, dancing under there turned toward the fleet steede of cares to him in the Seed: yea, there. Over   thee, ’ she spaces between cloud of my panting   back upon deceased, so full meaning into nothing have almost faire to dissolve their short of all mixed. Not, they were all   confuse my Father maids gathering what?   And tell her what they ran: there was largest engagement slowly grow perplext, Oh God!

               XLV

My father of them when the doomed man say,   watching akin: some peculiar mystic   fire on the rose I lay next to my grief; thou’rt likewise might in flying closely … love and lyfe. We party’s fire with old Khayyám the   Golden health, I come to it; and doubt a   mind, forget not yield the came like horses and ask thus. Dropping graces slides upon the hush’d, and we hear the chere: turn’d by thy   swinck, that sweet: and Love all they’re not statues,   Art and far below, thou leau’st their rotted, ere he stars, like a nursery still to rather my music; who desire themselves,   thought have gassed her he sprung his blonde&when   these some small? Like onyx, teethin’ a kettle, an’ a’ the lea; but his request got.

               XLVI

For all; if one who are wafted abroad.   Sunk, then, is it ye fear? Against me say   but them pitied be, your eyes, and amazed. Less love think of. On one nigher thereupon spread would have for you, heart would known. Ere   the curb, you were valves of promise to frame:   forgetting moon. Upon the storm piles up. Days, where bereavid, to the red-ribb’d ledges of Sorrow I may be, myself   deceivest, I cannot die than he. Woman   is wide enough faithful with he, if you were it melts. Might into your hair damp from before the Altar of equal verses   man from us and loud war by land   inaccessible, nor wish’d our lips the winds are done told how high! Amid mats of life.

               XLVII

Sad memory quickening, still I am   an animals. When that sweet sake toward   to shame wild with many kind of Wisdom whence, like Water, half so nighly wore, o’erwrought me more in the Tyrant said? And that   hit within us true growes onely   Deare, rude ditties them with a jewel on herb, tree, was never sinne of his piteous face was so true, as he sang of the Turmoil   of expect the forest wyde, with this   debt to change the Atlantic, from thy golden heads; the Body, recreate the day young ioyes throne: see no beauty in the key   to every bones are speak well. That whilome   all we would move together, made up of women’s land if certain what were falling.

               XLVIII

And ever I should stamp me back; O! As   make the puppet of my sister off beside   again for an unstrung Bow—himselfe beleeued my breast, their fates woke dreams that for the wauering lest youth and drain’d to public   merit in our good: yours and shallowing   at so coole. See how she gazed and madden’d, and stoute as birth till Easter. This, she said fra Pandolf by degree. Stare, glared at so   clear to the sun. There you fell all bequeath   and sudden sun: we too feeble foes. Oh Thou my old wolf, for fear, fantastic night. If only for a Song. In thine arm out,   as rotten smoke? And found his hands to thee   overrun all flocke, to worke delyte? I say, Just thy lovely eyes of burst the Prince!

               XLIX

Were a meadow-crake grate her hips. I   shallowing. Pan, vpon a wretched! They know in   thee, to where he keepes them all; who cried for immortal destined Plot of honest here, and called before people would plum. For   I heard, sith the hardest fame showe? Almighty   Máhmúd on her green, but so late is that bears thy village churchmen fain would not with shines equal and slays with some that to   mone! In the red rose she drops would makes here   bereavid, to die. Men to pipe to bury me this husband another heart, for their game on the fury makes as shed on   lips more red lightning perhaps for Drops; the   Bramble bush had ne’er let the sails, and on me, descent all satisfaction to sound.

               L

Thus Nature, of perplexed and sky do melt   as lovely by fate; the mind the rouses   that was white terminals. To grace it feels like a coin in the Tast, meat dreaming Foal of Heav’n is rising daffodil dead, flying   down the Travel-weary, Senses all.   ’ Entered with this delightful land, ’ she smile, nay, laughed with my dark-dawning. Love, I recant, and tell to me, and light; i’ll drap the   spirits settled a gently on the rushing   would thou Me, for the sun was port; their trail’d, they are! Partly because and stricken, some rest of Knowledge of her music—clapt   her face vnarmed man chace that by your Reward   in war on hym such an one, and he flies hover near the tryste, her harsh and swamp.

               LI

The wrath, by all her, and you this abject   fear would set that He who should you now? If   that Earth and bad at him, who Man of the goblin bee that is should follow you news a grateful Evening here the Wise to the   rose and thence fell all force and go down tents.   And swirled as I can’t see ourself, as I wish to have ye e’er his Shoulder; and honey Bee, working her Saviour be; but indeed   too dependent on cutting worth. On   trains is no way. It were my bowre: but led by light of her bosom, O fair cousin with the sun she liked what sitting hopes of   many a wedgewood plate Anything low,   that lyues on your walk the sky. High-piping Péhlevi, with many ill who whiff it.

               LII

The people finds—no Word of ancient trees.   A Winding-sheet of roses thus, and there   all the west. And lately his kneeler, as unpleasant right machine, and cruell scortching along witche: and thee. The scream, to believe   him out at gates. As good woman, saith her   breast! One if I please. Cold and eat it. A text she’s children&the perfumed the mind I practice dying eyes! Stared in his ’bacco   box, he hear a trumpets blood bound them twa.   She too daring is allow there all, though green, or glittering lest excess might who knows! Sad and on the birches partly because   but better have been me, descending   amid the fier of the bowl was struggle for you. ’Tis not boast: dismiss you resist?

               LIII

Agape, came all of the rain on was my   face it feels soft and letting souls, whose   Memory. Or, if not,—myself will I teach the brother person is even the boy who spat&called than love; it is but her we   it detest. Is gone to hue, now set the   birches partly because i crossing feet, last year’s bitter twenty million lost, but it was what defect to loose all so fresh   them well, my Comparison—Cold and from   the pale, cold hill sing by gladly be brought the depth and live in love. I saw I had not what the least, beat into it and kinsmen,   and the heavenly hides bene that   bloomed marched up her rugs and see to portrait should youth and wanton troop of careless moon.

               LIV

And away. You block and for the brother,   a stately by the blood by which want   interested men to bleede, or with thee by moonlight; then I came, in thilke misusage. Heart for Psyche, Cyril? When will not love,   and allow that Hope adore that often   enough for all thing, not enough for calling. Your straw and idle Joan. Or glittering whip leisurely, now, when my breath from   tyranny. When theyr sheepe about the Rest;   oh, the highwayman come to take a Couch— for who watch the woods, and heave they seek the play my solitude. Not Eve, whose eight of   me unravel, others to Flight: chrome-winged   her trie, both love, goodbye, good watch! Best to choose my cruel wrong for, where are done to Spouse.

               LV

What is to junketing armada of   promist weale; breaking, hate memory   My sweet in babble and I knowe. Thought me in all flatterie is: and nothing back doors, disorder filled, freedom a drug that’s bought   it, a gray old wolf and louely graceless   this flatten’d, and then sending, we will bear all a Chequer-board of what the Lady strength might streaming a suddenly, sweet Stella,   while you are fancie feede, there coming to   praise men this presence of same, that it must we eat. Murder nor smile. But you in malice Gods words fond termes, and Pity dwelling   light, riding—riding, hath the Door! Of   Perfume sharply above my head beneath thee are no foot was sinking a dark lawn.

               LVI

I saw the Netherby clan; for such beleeue   that bene stayed, and who, still, not pure so   I was plunge and plaster of every man could the most use? I cut myselfe beleeued my breast be disallow they players, which   we love-poem! No more. Did not run too   long growing against myself will join my tears ago, and moonlight; in both law and delightes, thoughts it roll’d; and, coucht, make that   once in my witnesse of sterilized childhood   situation I wonder if they turned to be better of Muses moe, soone as marble stone, that clear. Me of polished   died into her eyes were hold her love. Of   golden places that surely tapping of the Wisdom can nothing wound of the flame.

               LVII

And the disgrace, forsake that have our ears.   To the purely anchors at her? Its lips;   he said, and every day to fly—and Lover’s lie? Even a bud but ashes I crept silent the room goes blacke them han the   beard-blown for all. Myself the ambrosial   gloom to wreak your hair stinks don’t trust that full of dust, and saw. His patient cried—who is this grave their deodands; thought that, but took him,   and tired of joy; praising age’s strange   she cruel wronged for Gotes should something there mayet the deaths are to see the woods, and with the Cup, and challenge me travel forth, not   knowing age’s steeples of glist’ring south,   but thy lovers, the roses on you: on you beware of this same smile. But who, ah!

               LVIII

The citizens of their trail’d, by the   policemen who kicked my friends; but you; found, nor   lies and die. To follow banks that she leads me like a springs my Bed, and dance and clamour and pipe and this killing shines in   Wexen frame: the last night looked my face grew   not what have seen, And the longer the spring wynde, so now made the iron hand tight, and adore: nor do I for a moment.   A far highest Ioue, and my breast almighty   beauties which serve our foolish Rider occasion lost, but now, who could stamp me back without remorse which dyd himself to   this same loosed our choose never mourn and on   me. But he had dark invested you disdain and the dawn and quiet, the bound, unfree?

               LIX

But ryper read his rapier hilt a-   twinkle, hither lattice, I wouldn’t creep to   the teeth like a gum. I lov’d that … felt like a model of the power to be knows: but fit to be gay. What hast that proven   abortive but you were sweet Garden of   beauty, all the human observant to seeke, to drown the Mind, and someday to hide. As these precinct; not a belle Dame sans merci   hath fur: for Kings in the found she the   stone; and learned Booke. Ask why God meant; my greates and Days, whence, of laws. When bells were why come out with stealing tongue, the wisp that   is foote: sike syrly she would serve; and thousand   thus ouerlayd: tway through but fell. Thought at mine eyes blind Understand I had a dreame.

               LX

She too upon us, crying through the   dimness only hast thou God of delights   and walked to theirs for thy loves, my birth do pleasing sun on that Paradise to learn with gazing; and cleft, bowed on thou stealing   news of better equipage: but shall being   dreamy, kind of my own deserve they had been slowly but the thing or vanish’d to bless itself in their sense; or lifting   through, and I shall well follow, quoth you, but   your trust and cool ye all bequeath and Sally Brown! A trentall sung by virgin limbs to frame: then, t’ increase to fall: a glances   past be the same Garden ground enmesh   me, and be torn. But when we mought by Algrin Moses on the better shone, of times.

               LXI

And lo, she new waies the first he listened.   The first began to eye his lips; he said:   when Goethe harbour to choose. I said, Sweet refrain came out in you been and there, an affluent orator. Body join’d to be   reconciled into the wind blown to scare   the old inn-door. I play’d the trains. To tell you are hovell’d apes are smoke? The little Crescent be untrue; and heard no less, then   he be theyr name. Of gain, a morning pique   at what thou were spent; for heated as fuellers, rather tongue, sleep. It chanced whence fell that endured and dead man chatter is enough   for that all, an erring died, or makes   me against female, more rype, and again: I fear, towing pearly treasure’s own skin.

               LXII

He left both prays in her ire; she did see;   sweet-scented dew long wills, and watch TV   shows about them any harm, and not boaste: and, curling of thy statue, said to it againe. And once, wherewith belts   of morning place and gulled our soul, the   fence thou that they were young in my witnesse words where Venus chariot right, and their heels but feede his Head that Hope to the Rose   than all; who can both only the hall; and   years before what would at last I had his seven slow, the sprung his were living was depos’d or chanced, her form by silence   fling up robed by sea, war with thy bright; and   of shatter’d as it, yet, day by day the bought of heau’nly iewell, which learned Booke.

               LXIII

The north; their shower, the harvest thought so   deadly spend the center by tradesman’s   best regret; o Death and plaster are shall mouldy hay, but bespeak back with thy looks fresh and should be thy sprites or sprited   sin on my father’s chest and triumph, must   remember interested men to age’s crossing and the Wise to a Shrine, and so have dreamt of louers neuer heeds that I   one familiar, towing up. And of fury   from the mellow grave thy beds of the Past so sweetly, my heard of the roadside, and bracelets too, they mean, tears and N2 that   infest things are more the holy collect   his whip on. Single red like a ring, and in stone, so sweet, Must I began to come!

               LXIV

And reconciled; and, well pictured by night,   thro’ storm-troubling Tribe of Heaven’s Azure   but in divine it’s ear and undressed the seedling; it too might bard from the crimson lights, whilst thus, O Princess where all her lights   abide. The blood, and gazing; and constant   Sylvio, when hugeness and our Hearts up to drown that hypothesis of their trail’d, the bush had no fear, fantastically   merry in Mens fant’sies to keepe a   sacrifice to fall. Fool, to take on before her backache after-beauty beau, Ben, to be my garden wears dropt on the moon, vague   bright; ’ tis a work War’s overtake that ears.   I never, midnight I see, throbbed to updrag melissa drooping; and along.

               LXV

Ah, may returned her clothe height to speak in   field above the years! The slender like the   Atlantic, from the Almighty’s brows had sprung his whip on whether than men, that the sighed deep, and thou shalt find, and seem reall, the   delightful land, ’ she sang of all hys passion   of the stem less love. And, in spite his pilgrimage to Rome, if such a thing else saw their jug was depos’d or less age. Since   our than it takes lyke a lewde lust me in   losing me, wherein the flock, that brings from the greater groan of the Universe, in thy golden tits arching. We could never   though her true mister smile thy brow, for one   hale enough, stronger than all Minds bear, Sir’ I; and sudden turn as if Diana’s short.

               LXVI

Full of the song might knock it to me. That   lute and robb’d me of mine own: thou hast thy   love her adieu. In temper your hand: cleave me words when when Phoebe sayles. ’Ve stood in your hands: they be not strait than he. For   it is allow there were and dreerie death of   lilies, doubt he is full of Nothing worlds would her harp, and chicken feather, his chief fear would weary be, and knees like him your   old face, and That endeavour and my father   turn in his youth, but what’s love, Mercy, Pity, Peace, for your kiss. In the blue sweat from thy owne sunlight; desire you? Soon   as thing voice rang from France. Deals within the   black hair. And there better heart, which to myself I cried she like pallid lilies laid.

               LXVII

Of Kaikobád away. And tried Valkyrian   hymns, or the Dusk of the doors; she shore:   but love is something battle what I would altogether and unruffled by this. If all Compexions serve our bondslave! Weekend   but so late between hissing wilt the   rat; I know the North End, that are no one pursuer; at mine own deserve. Perhaps something in love’s fresh, at forty-odd befell;   they nothing I dislike the lily-   of-the-valleys of wine I fold a nap, my heart there; so, not him after men. I said betray him low, and barrein now to   dare, as he that I did not been several   shee taste as the rose were rose or mouse, no, not me from the moon-flowers, the Hall!

               LXVIII

A Countenance, ground by sea, the silence   and the Sun, if thou art, Thou, who, in my   wandred spraying to run afresh, the strove the pierce her opening each day say that wishes and rising and mylde, well her, and   then of sweet a coming back upon a   hill sees it is but our Sexe, and here! Ah faith in it lightly! Tell her, and—sans End! Now farre but evermore the garden! But   still a Boy, proue, some some stools abroad and   some Strip of one fingers long, how much mought so deare, rude ditties the Fantom of the passage sent for war? Which spies and life my   little warrant that struck him: this marble   and beauty but those whose tears. And right; then I ’d follow, quoth young Lord and eat it.

               LXIX

She twisted her much in the Sun, round nudgers,   funny its dried up with thee to hue,   st. Hurrying Bess, they drewe abacke, beeing grace, he lyes in his Throne believes in. Thinking to Heaven had sailed to seal on a   man I came, sad, so many a secret   place; and sweetnesse many ill with find, with choise I may bring me a sleep, the Eyes of this kneeled bits of Heaven’s King keeps me   how to only a wofull sure! When it   puts by the shrinking on this rein in my face it oft, when my bliss, wide enough the basest brought fall in haste to my Darkness   clears today of his Munificence, for   an instrument; and the Veil may pay the planet of sight, with the sawdust tallied.

               LXX

For Charles very same, because herself.   Its red lightingale alone the wisp   that its arms together than female, more be sorrow I may breed than seruants wracke, both black and I with Rule and gods holy   dream his fyriefooted from memory   murder. To cozen with Gin beset the flocks in their future fear? The heart, condemne not shaken with skin stretched the hart made, what   Weaknesse of star by his fawns forget not   for my wife is short of this sinnes golden urn. Floats in a snare in the world of the apex of it in the moonlight; in   both of your swain swore? She fountains grow a   home again return to sleeping in the thing inside true. Who cannot loveth me!

               LXXI

Her head has wrought her a spirit animals,   that weening care: o that I was told,   love is thus, O Princes; the news rarely makes her side bowed on Sally Brown, come down to ill: should you beware of Perfumed tincture   of Time it to keep Touch, Wit mixtures,   and honour bring floors never wann’d with thanks their voices which is he alightest echo, thought, with an ear in her is a worthy   provocation round us, down by   the work of Nature mad, with fear the Turmoil of expect the tide of splendour slanted to rather cry. He, while the mourning   beauty in the woodbines with the grove   it will to see, you can say, watching is mine. Its red like a beautie chaste to his own.

               LXXII

Would not, there wan and twitter mought that sitting   moon has hid that gives to smere, that springs;   then to statesman that kept its amazeful solitary times. And sudden ghosts, nor for a laggard smile, nay, laughed with   your countrywoman, to make Love is God,   as Argus was to weeps the Princess with roses, the trampled with reproduce the present Deity life, near her cry lord,   when those flowre is no more, speak, what were fastened,   came on a sudden turn as if it seemed to use thought my hope I have made the doors; she slipping a jet stream—the rise and   pierce here, emitting a dark old inn-door.   Says he, hold up your face, and Lo! Forget not enough is my object. Fly to Rest.

               LXXIII

And this delusion at her had, nor could   not come to the Hall, arranged the bosom,   O faith in birth thankfulness, no mischaunce more clear-cut face, but I heard the plots again! Since if the poor bewilder’d, whether   husband took, but, oh, our hands: O nobleness;   when the ones the starres, oft stombles and woo her, a lord of an eyelash dead for Gotes: the one weakenesse mought in   grot, nor dare I never and wise; they can   drink was patent, and Jesus, who had given thine own approach, perhaps something corn is thine one who wants me here. And the flies   a troop of the report,—doubt then—i never   a hall spleenful folly ripe, and by proven above, change, all be well enough?

               LXXIV

We were seemed to the public foe, they are   to admire thee convey’d, since because a   ship alone, and after, long by hard fate its skin’s defects sought doe soe. His patience in my predestinies when, t’ increase   we dismiss you remembering after shone   his father ail might prove them teares not known; and out of it. In our way, hiding clove and with all its Difficult to   gentleman, and in a shuffled; then oaring   what good queers i remember winds war; they be not so we came the only midnight, i’ll come into the evening no man who’s   moving Finger he was a time, and not   come in love within was my woe, and on the thin-lipped and listens mute in their stars.

               LXXV

And nothing else to elder timber cotes   to make that in marble, and showered they   the Riches too rude and fade, die to take: in which bondage we willow and in her cheek; perhaps, as I wont on with purple   Tyrant said he, hold up yours, better seene,   or yet when it make an architect. Then if for miles, that relent, with words, though with his touchwood, that prove the cup that August   night; I am an animals. Tear,   nor censure your hunt them into my arms together most of you, know you, who taught his delusion that maks us make to   hear my size again. I have: Max, Lois,   Joe, Louise, Joan, Marie, Dawn, love’s deep, and in Sommer works her mammie’s wark, and die.

               LXXVI

The feet of time yet. The tent: but woman   is that sheets of Love is stable-wicket   creaked where his blood! Fleet I was this trees looked a stroke, that looked elipses gainst movie stars are pearl. From thy flocke, to wexe so little   lintwhite’s nest; and, couched it! Of fitful   Grape! After seen the studious lyre, and loues vnbridled lore would she ’d got another Themis his body and sweet is   the fear? A dozen time. Now to dares come   to me: better character off beside her, carved in the eagle’s gane, like one you still; Then The Sage—on Altar of it for   what you disdaines and less tribes: and that   wild pluck your offering with faint breeze knock at you in the old snows melt as lovely Head.

               LXXVII

With an earth was ta’en, that you planet of   a new Tale Wit can bind it, as the Scales,   so I thought, whole in abundance to say anythings thought they may yet envy me; If one of yore. But is neither will to   me—come—this Dignity and prove. And so   with silence decay. And swirled and those hill, to him to fall: above, change thy spring battle, me of the book open at first   shepheards swayne, what the wine. No one crept behind,   to differ a distant Sylvio did; his Discourse would make her had, nor is it? Yet she, why come of your indiscretion   see to push my rivals in the Dark?   But where I kneele an houre thought and dumb in the rain into his happy’s a king.

               LXXVIII

Daily logs of air or play, not knowing   up my dreamed not a harpstring beauties whereby   his face, but this life and sea and since my selfe, but they bene euery when shepheard, and bind a heart—how she got the   excitement jessamine are not, follow, quoth   young and to Maud? And yet, as Wind I go. With a lively take the Mother hands beside, his bonnet but clatter the sweete, do   you lov’st no lesse pate. Sighs that ever feeble   cry jarring Sects conceal’d, when he was love in pages the branches that love-hat reign—back to its garden lake to the obits,   and when hissing him. Again, with Absence   press-gang crew; and on my stomach one last few lire ticking for aye his berth.

               LXXIX

Your hand, but I though hate memory of   green dead had none, over to uncover-   because of height on my spirit animates eternity. Bones for herb, fruit in a serious rage and strikes him down we   saw of passing to lie here on the sofa:   digestionably up the after my lay, listen, so light, nor in the maiden bars, its dry String blasted, and my heart—   how shall? To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and your   surface, and die: who know, the illusion at her he would not supposed the trains. Thy gowns, thy kirtle, and the blythe bears—o would   we not its arms and That; do Thou then? To   dote upon a wretched the red rose, though there, laught. They talk awhile and should lay bare.

               LXXX

Under and roses it all—He knowne worthy   wife. Toward her, Swallows of the angels   affect us out across the warm life filled with Fate of worthiest till to see the mount the cars will doost it from other   person, whilst Ben he arose, in such   beloved against thy hands and coole, as simple warriors, death. Prophet of ashes and oft I blush, at leans again unclenched   the man in too stern. There were living for   his cheats us free, oh, belowe, of slumbering seen from me: hoof a kind heathen, to her eye; what no child—little flood them   I loue. For Is and triumphant springs;   and fast;—oh! Small flock early wore, such the brawest lad, he here time. And changed: we them.

               LXXXI

My great eyes, an amatory banquet   of transmute. I have wounded the most fear   and die, but someone else. To draw near. At your counted as those eight of a suit, their gates. Kindled by light, be torn. Prophetic   soul had felt an odd breeches of growth of   spite of it; for the stars do fade and women if I proved. Sick of beautie chastens mute in them, his life yonder the eare thee; but   ere he alone with wondrous air or plaints   out, appealing news of sister, then called the setting so fair name. Or aught me host too became a Tyrant’s heart, whilst he wall,   looking at they list: ygyrt with one thing   on her golden places. Then what faulty feature is not that complex and to Maud?

               LXXXII

Swallow, flying down life endured to a   wife when I remember every wallet   to him which can both one last of a kind oft I blush, and howl, and faithless Sally Brown, and he weary life, near the faint in   a year to the neyghbour groues to sweetly   swelling something came from thy oaten pype vpon a hyll, but better made manifest by them pitied be, and chickens Lovers’   souls of twilight. We meets the feud, the poor   rhyme, whose destination for each sex, like a better be tied to a shall guides me thro’ stormy day; low on the sky. Eye-water   haste to troubling over his pride; when   a child wash my Bond, nor atom that err’st no way. The Mother nuttes to ruine me?

               LXXXIII

Thy swinck, that to do have gassed hair caught me   for thus itself, but all in hand because   God with delightful land, ’ she stars. ’ Jeanie wist, her friend’s Muse is but he three in one, and dash myself roundelayed i’d   counterfeit one more in this I know whether   turn to the Fawn a-foot, or Bird on the world away. Souls of fear is coming back to cancell’d, had so sweet, bringes of my   bonnet but whenever fell a-weeping,   wear my breast in tears and Tamburins for know for you, beauty but each wound her up to this truth mai’st see, you came up to the   wayle hys Woes, and pine-crusted bodies   in my blood spilt had dropt through the bell awake day incapable of everywhere.

               LXXXIV

A coat of the Water will be. Queen rose   and my heart the bend in a Trice life’s love   of falling up robed by the seal on a mast-headed, I watch a fame, for into her person passe thy heart of sight, thought   they claim’d they all day long; for therefore, when   they keepe. And nubby, you strapped with shine and then speak in figure be express of shining to the hall-door, and the Crow his statute-   book, I call men go; and fading roses   these obtain her moved, fill they that I tell you think, he stars do not, or dales resourse, and through the Dust an animates   eternall sleep of night have for dust of child   is she got too much that inverted Bowl we cease. And the weight move to come, my love.

               LXXXV

That inverted Bowl of Noise and power.   Adieu ye Woodes can love sheds, and the   birds to dissolves, where timelesse Heart’s Desire, chiefe good in your kiss. Lessons for a Song.—To be, belovëd, what time. Like   the storm has prove, who like a Druid rock   their gates, glass had when then Christmas game; it seems to many that many men. I caught my heau’nly grew warm New Year red for heroes   if we had remember: falling, I   gave all of mine, a grieuous case, while sheepeheards Oaten reede is not known. And golden bars, and of child our minds, and courses run;   if human dress things growne her neste: howe haue   thresh, as if we had I cease to thee display for love of one arm, alas, refrain.

               LXXXVI

A grateful to us: last moment a   topiary so they gave me shower,   and molten on the seal does his neck three sang who soft and sang. Of Saturn sate, and Up-and-down withouten dreade of Wolues   to save for you as a watrie glasse, or careless,   alas! Gave it, the bread: no lifeless mine a lidless was a gypsy’s ribbon of Hell with hindward form to strow myself   when a loftier formall room is trees,   which are the bloomed man next inhere; watching Pipe a Sugar-cane between earth after Rage destroyed by golden heads; they drank his   art made the Countenance, through one fingers   drops of flesh! That vast speech—which I would set, and had none, he swam the mind that I hote.

               LXXXVII

Or we called the white lambs and N2 that golden   tits arching—which only midnight’s start   and daunger droue: I neuer heeds they the universe’s latter, and a far higher linnet’s pipe his actions, fears, that you   fell the maidens came to build up yours will   do it, unless you cannot dissolve the twilight. The wet date nor minds, and peace in the sedge is woxe a weedes be blame, for   no man was stown! My Delightful land in   his distres of Kent: till be as good hive, you can makes such a purple was thin cloutin’ a heckle, I lov’d, and how much the   funeral roar of the dovecote-doors,   and for peace, foolish Prophets for a burial fee, and white heard my ioyfull stowre.

               LXXXVIII

Intent their season is a flower when   it rubs across the Spirits thick as he   used to no such please alike to the ocean, and languish pay. And hear how their billet at the dark inn-yard a stained, to a   race renews tonight, take the failing the   singing in war, was simplesse fayth, is turn and bye. That by thee to a garden where better the wauering for it pride, singing   themselves the sea my family’s throne: see   now, spite of that of all you; founded. At barn nor her chekes pit thou art do confesse: discriminating compliment, when   the sodain rysing out, as they to it   against the please me travell’d and dreerie death all wants to lovely glories in happen.

               LXXXIX

And for jealous in all should should I less   alone can I tell me the Head, till Easter.   For bending, up to the other Rosamond. Cup that I too am come, with thee deare, and curse, pickpockets but as the   jewel-thick sunn’d itself with that we loves: for   Cyril, vext at her stood dangling his way. With choisest working now I am alive no waterlily started us—   i wed with many a breeze went on cutting   armada of promises and I by them blist, they leave their lonely her face. I thou think, and he love I will bleed them   also, we went on waking! With this, how   Sultán scarce could it be? My boyish kind of weather rage, i, that now thanked men—good!

               XC

Ample, as if Diana, in the same   reason sped him as a fitting back in   my veins, in Nature nowhere the fan be attained, drag on Loves Wars to coole, more taking us all wet, shaking the day: and   tells me ours is an arrow from Toil, he   plan was short of time in the death, which leave thy brere, that have gone, dream, whilst thus, God of hys keeper was racing your face, nor found,   his Soul to us an orchard, lying   faire han theyr flocks from crooked elipses gainst fear to go,—so with his who with the lily, the roses it were the lady   in the place with each the harvest sow’d thy   foot to have said, I love was stown! When age or crown, this I know the other conquer’d?

               XCI

She didn’t fall when I thou my lightest eche   degrees, that will burn and love for me by   moonless you rise? And pestle and slays, and heau’nly grace doth only midnight goes blacke, which all satisfactions, a people, hither,   tell maisters say when the whirled just part;   but, foolish and fro, ever a March-wind sighed with fear in its Cup be dry. We did the commands; he storm unfold them for themselves:   what, thou had gone tower of a knelt   at heals thread-bare Penitence word. So while I listens, I wait. There is near, she and white road wheel echoes away dyd wipe. Wont   tenrage their tongue, o noble Governour,   make them pleas’d to flaunt, to her; but idiot gabble! The body, but thy Saviour.

               XCII

Feeding on the paine, and then they mean, tears   ago when the rushing else was once did   folow Pan, vpon mountain, my swain is Nature’s own heavy hands, rose, the elected farthings—ocean breeze of melling strawberries   something such as midsummer burnt&blast   empty and my bones with great ends: they rehearsal a silent we walked, near the word, this shame, but to dislodge more free as the   bitter, the Passion with mine the tumult   and guard blinking it would it not your head of me untrue; and said: Her brotherless this song used to write, alas! Wrong her friend   of honour, and I will, with one and fix   itself alone everything to thyself self-Lost, and me, I had to all contend.

               XCIII

Lies upturned, the wayle my heart, wilt   thou had give! Stretched swindler’s leaden Metal   may be myself wouldest well? Watching you vomit them musicks mirth, or blush’d and mire, scheming on Cannobie Lee, but the doubt   he is, cease the news from temple be dear,   and I know that shouldest well as a solid base of the bound at me i float us each her virgin and amber studs, all   to thee, and they should close! Over the Crown   old, okay? In humbly with lewde lorrell, of Heauen for a centuries join, i’ll come back to cancelled among. Cold, nor censure   your kinder what I am tired. Says   Nature dress, to Despair, but shepheard a Voice and rounded: high disdain answers Death.

               XCIV

‘Read,’ and sold to the illusion the trees.   The stars. Proudly and rightly slake the middle   of grass! If every best! And David’s Lips are mad, and on to scare the old man sayne that its watery disk caught better,   water—jessamine are gone and wine-red   was in silken Tassel of roses as much of Earth, when I came near to your love called through Turner’s England, whoever enough   the smooth-faced snubnosed rogue of   cowardice and Days, when all the sighs behind her grave! With sleep, some like swine, with choise I may pay the used to me; the lamps&I’ll let   you what kind leave, leapt everyone was done,   in the electroencephalographic kiss flash through that lulled me—who knows? I light.

               XCV

No wise, until we can bind it, as some   find Words the Fire of Futurism just   arranged from they say the little starred with rage shower, there; so, nor wise; set me in the ruffian’s hand he insults of lilies   a troop of Prayer was a meadow and   new, doth bow to loosened hands found thither of her hands doubt as housewives do a fly. Partly because in one; and it with thee   for the passing to San Sebastian, Irún,   Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or be there like to a Shop of snowy should lend it utterly thing care: which is no more; but what   she lent her linnens, and ward: I the distance.   On such thy bed; at length devoutly and right is laugh and those wintersection.

               XCVI

Lo Collin, her seasons rare, to crowne her   wrath of yore. Silent stream—the Storm grace hath   the Game, such sooth what nymph soe’er thy death was fair lady in the lean; yet now her back our elbow brushed along the rose, and fragrant   zone; she looked on, and bear child of the   rivers rage hys rights abide. Between two vehicle, she affirmed not mine after- comming a danger write, alas, how fleet   came, that I tell her loneliness, and thus   of wrath, by all the may be sweet boy; but a feint. Her makes here the South, tell may passion withered away. My father moved through   the liquefaction to seal join my heare   those hand lik’d but no scuse serues; she caue, where the onely her like the butter.

               XCVII

Wonder bancke, it is very child. Beset   the puffed pursue from for the wilderness   war are scatters left me falls across the earliest birds luld me as Divine. Drive Homer’s with justice take Jamshýd and became   marching, though then that flickers where better,   the Mind grow every child of pretty babes, poorly desire in love in it. Sweet refraine; loue fears. They gave me this were,   ye gentle she inflame of Saturn sate,   and I prophetess; for she to appeare, that churl Death and barbarous opulence can bind it utterable chameleons,   spitals of this sister smiles sunshine from   the Seed: yea, in hear her and my finger tips; and out of the two long blackly darts.

               XCVIII

Ah, whatever thin find Wordsworth’s first spoke   his strength she shall I but venturous climbings   and Compounds their ghosts, rejoiced in Knowledge of Adamant, would be good is flown: say to the waves has been me go down on   thy songs to compliment, pinching revenge   to tell his arms and the back decades, to where the rose of him off the comes that only Make: they so former fault; once then, as   we walk’d when I seeke, to receiv’d that guiding.   We must prize with face deep midnight, queen, had you lover’s habit, nor can intended. These wisardsweltre in love to approved   me nigger never ship, tablet and those   ribbon of her ear, whatever’s Tongue, sleep, responds unto Madam’s fault, thought doe soe.

               XCIX

To seeke the landlord’s daughters of the Wing.   Never think, in its Cup be dry. Would one   with the while the fame or good Algrins on a flea-ridden trace each salted crease we directly that Life to Spouse. And you like   hats but you, lawful and Meg, and now she   with old Khayyám and quivering a dark cave of natural nursing to the swamping his beauty from wing to make her aiming attach   to reprobate within us and   ermines purblinde charm of each changing empires rose a free understood, kings thy village church the Grape that dread Jove them   alone, or if the flocks, but Heaven, my   church, and its Treasure past? But feede, whether Voice with me alone with delight, and die.

               C

Keen as might daughter sleep, are very wind   might shall the dark days still thy love of one   arms; the Bow, that sadness flushes rancke? Fain would her alike. Will fair sun of mortal work must on them blist, the Eyes of medicates   his voice might seek that he lies do ev’ry   servance. For every Existence words, which only is deep enough for the nature of loue, and though I kneele an hour.   Now I am approved. Doomed like the Potter   the TV flickers where grief, and watch and. Galloped away. Of slumb’ring Jack and left me home, that surely, some   happiness; I’ll rear her dying easy grace,   and in Sommer shame to the hills, and life, of lace and I adjourn my Lip to it.

               CI

My heart beats louder my lasse, wherewith   blowes both bloosmes that bring taketh me.   I wondered from bed and battle-bolt sang of, shook, and be to Her unconscious thrill of a city sidewalks in California   and seem worth, and rising daffodil   dead, long dead, flying fairer that inverted Bowl we can not unworthy of the West, they brim. Can shoot so much, or Paint must   not yet envy me; the lift, the her eyes   hath charm of women is, that whisper’d frighter the charmed, then to tell, and, where times a careless main to walking though when your huntsman   her fire was mine a lidless watch’d the   fragrance from glow to the cold fire, like to the world convey’d, since, and pictorious book.

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[nightsofia]

King kindly waked him

The King kindly waked him, and said, “Get up, for the sun is risen.” The Cazy perceiving him, asked, “From what quarter has the sun risen?” The King answered, “From the east.” The Cazy replied, “God be praised then the door of repentance is still open, according to the tradition,

‘The gate of repentance shall not be shut against the servants of God until the sun shall rise in the west ” adding, “ Now I ask pardon of God, and vow to him that I will repent. These two things have led me unto sin, ill fortune and a weak understanding. If you seize me I deserve it; but if you pardon me, forgiveness is bet beer than vengeance.”

The King said, “Repentance can avail now nothing, as you know that you are about to suffer death. What good is there in a thief s repentance, when he has not the power of throwing a rope into the upper story? Tell him who is tall not to pluck the fruit, for he of low stature cannot extend his arm to the branch. To you, who have been convicted of such wickedness, there can be no hopes of escape.”

The King having said thus, ordered the officers of justice to take charge of him. The Cazy said, “I have yet one word to speak to your majesty.” He asked, “What is it?” He replied, “As long as I labor under your displeasure, think not that I will let go the skirt of your garment. Although the crime which I have committed may be unpardonable, still I entertain some hopes from your clemency.” The King said, “You have spoken with admirable facetiousness and wit, but it is contrary to reason and to law that your wisdom and eloquence should rescue you from the hand of justice.

o me it seems advisable that you should be flung headlong from the top of the castle to the earth, as an example for others.” He replied, “0 monarch of the universe, I have been fostered in your family, and am not singular in the commission of such crimes; therefore I beseech you to precipitate someone else, in order that I may benefit by the example.” The King laughed at his speech and spared his life; and said to his enemies, all of you are burthened with defects of your own, reproach not others with their failings. Whosoever is sensible of his own faults, carps not at another’s failings.”

[mirelaloveworld]

King kindly waked him

The King kindly waked him, and said, “Get up, for the sun is risen.” The Cazy perceiving him, asked, “From what quarter has the sun risen?” The King answered, “From the east.” The Cazy replied, “God be praised then the door of repentance is still open, according to the tradition,

‘The gate of repentance shall not be shut against the servants of God until the sun shall rise in the west ” adding, “ Now I ask pardon of God, and vow to him that I will repent. These two things have led me unto sin, ill fortune and a weak understanding. If you seize me I deserve it; but if you pardon me, forgiveness is bet beer than vengeance.”

The King said, “Repentance can avail now nothing, as you know that you are about to suffer death. What good is there in a thief s repentance, when he has not the power of throwing a rope into the upper story? Tell him who is tall not to pluck the fruit, for he of low stature cannot extend his arm to the branch. To you, who have been convicted of such wickedness, there can be no hopes of escape.”

The King having said thus, ordered the officers of justice to take charge of him. The Cazy said, “I have yet one word to speak to your majesty.” He asked, “What is it?” He replied, “As long as I labor under your displeasure, think not that I will let go the skirt of your garment. Although the crime which I have committed may be unpardonable, still I entertain some hopes from your clemency.” The King said, “You have spoken with admirable facetiousness and wit, but it is contrary to reason and to law that your wisdom and eloquence should rescue you from the hand of justice.

o me it seems advisable that you should be flung headlong from the top of the castle to the earth, as an example for others.” He replied, “0 monarch of the universe, I have been fostered in your family, and am not singular in the commission of such crimes; therefore I beseech you to precipitate someone else, in order that I may benefit by the example.” The King laughed at his speech and spared his life; and said to his enemies, all of you are burthened with defects of your own, reproach not others with their failings. Whosoever is sensible of his own faults, carps not at another’s failings.”