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Summary: Loki almost killed you during the Battle of New York. You struggle when he returns.
Warnings: If the title didn't give it away, choking. Also, Loki being an ass. Smut. 18+
AN: I'm a slut for comments and reposts!
*****
Why wouldn't he just leave? That irritating smirk, as if something was so damn amusing, lingered on Loki's face, his eyes on you like prey. He was that constant itch that you couldn’t scratch away, the ever looming ache in your side that you couldn’t ignore. While the rest of the team discussed their next mission, you sat at the far end of the table incessantly tapping your foot while he reclined in a chair. It was bad enough that after all the destruction he had caused in New York that he decided to show his face again on Earth, in tow with his brother. But the fact that you had to see him every day, breathe the same air, act like everything was water under the bridge, felt almost impossible. Thor had framed Loki's return in the brightest of lights–that he'd changed, that he had been brainwashed and tortured and wasn't the same person anymore. The rest of the team was willing to be cautiously accepting for Thor's sake, and perhaps were starting to buy into the idea that Loki had turned over a new leaf. But the rest of the team hadn't looked into Loki's eyes, seen that possessive evil, when he had lifted you by your throat while smiling, slowly closing your windpipe as you struggled to break free.
That fateful day had been permanently etched in your memory. New York was under attack and you had been focused on surveillance for the team in Stark Tower when he had shown up, strolling proudly with his scepter in hand. Standing abruptly, your heart pounded as you sized up this towering giant and watched his movements; your combat and defense skills were good, but they'd never been put to the test by a god. "Are you going to attempt to appeal to my humanity?"
His demeanor was so high and mighty, like this was all so far beneath him. "And why would I do that? Clearly you have none."
Your legs mimicked his movements, circling each other around the open loft. He paused and cocked his head, an amused smirk pulling on his face. "Don't tell me you intend to fight me, girl. Adorable, but I can assure you I am no match for you."
"We'll see about that."
"And why would I waste my time fighting you? You could be quite useful to me." He aimed the tip of the scepter at your chest, but you were quicker than he’d anticipated and swiped the staff to the side before kicking him in the chest. It didn't do much, he was as solid as a tree, but it was enough to catch him slightly off guard to kick the scepter out of his hand and you both watched as it slid across the room. Adrenaline pumping, you attempted to lurch at the fallen weapon, but he was faster and grabbed your wrist, spinning you around.
"And where do you think you're going?" His tone was sinister and his large hand wrapped around your neck, lifting you off the ground as your legs flailed. Long fingers slowly squeezed on your windpipe and you struggled to pry them off. Tears blurred your vision and started to stream down your face. "Such pathetic floundering bottom feeders you Midgardians are. I should put you out of your misery."
He smiled while watching you struggle in his one hand, prolonging your agony. Squeezing tighter, the world moving out of focus into black. And then a window shattered and the Hulk emerged, ultimately saving you and smashing Loki in the process.
For three weeks, every time you looked in the mirror you were reminded of what he did to you. Your neck turned black and blue, then purple, then green, then brown and yellow. But even as the bruises faded, it was still raw in your mind.
So when Thor had pulled you aside to convince you why his brother deserved another chance, you screamed internally while plastering a smile on your face. He had to have known the trauma Loki had put you through. "Are you okay with this, y/n?"
The pleading in his eyes confirmed that if you said no, it would break his heart. Thor was like a brother to you, and while his brother was the spawn of Satan, you pushed your feelings aside and lied straight to his face. "If you say he's changed, then I believe you."
*****
Loki knew who you were, what he had done to you. The recognition on his face when you first walked into the room and stopped short was evident. His eyes lingered as you leaned against the far wall, keeping a significant distance between you and him. Absentmindedly, you nibbled at your lip and fiddled with the hem of your shirt.
"Lady y/n!" The bellowing voice made you freeze as you watched the large blonde man stride over, dragging his darker haired brother behind him with a perturbed look. He wasn't actually bringing his brother over to you, was he? "I'm glad you are here," he smiled, like this was a family reunion, "Y/n, my brother Loki."
The expression on your face was blank as you tried to hold it together. "We've met," you deadpanned at the same time Loki said, "I don't believe she cares to meet me, Thor."
The oblivious blonde shook his head at your responses. "Nonsense! The last time you met was a misunderstanding. This is a chance to start anew."
Loki watched the vein in your neck as you clenched your jaw together, your nostrils flaring slightly at the thought of your near death being a "misunderstanding." The way your hand shook by your side. He knew you were not ready for this.
"Please excuse my brother. Y/n, it is a pleasure to meet you formally.”
You studied the carpet as he spoke, noticing a burn mark on the rug you'd never seen before. He turned to leave, pulling Thor with him.
“Is that it?” The words were so quiet you barely heard them yourself. But Loki paused and turned toward you. You didn’t want to look at him, didn’t want to be near him, didn’t want to be on the same planet as him, but you also didn’t want to be the weak girl that he clearly thought you were, so you pulled your eyes from the floor to look directly at him, your eyes blazing with anger. “Is that all you have to say to me?”
“I… No. I am sorry for any pain that I caused you. It is inexcusable, I know that.”
You willed yourself not to bring your hand to your neck, remembering how the person in front of you toyed with attempting to snuff out your existence without blinking an eye.
It's an act. It's just for show.
Glaring at him, you didn’t want to believe his words. If he was expecting forgiveness, he wouldn’t find it from you. "You're right," you replied. "It is inexcusable."
Pushing past him, you hated the feeling that perhaps he had been sincere.
*****
The constant stress of being cooped up in a tower with him was weighing on you. The need to leave rooms, change directions, hide out in your apartment; was it childish? You didn't know. But every time you saw him, your pulse started racing, your throat turned to sandpaper, and your stomach tensed.
When Natasha announced it was time they all went out for a night, you were all in, needing to literally let your hair down and dance your cares away.
Stark paid an exorbitant amount of money to have access to an exclusive club that he and his friends could access at any time. You showed up in a little black number with a mission to let your cares go.
Dancing for hours had left you parched and you made your way to the bar. He was already there, arms crossed as he watched others with a judgmental look of disapproval. You ordered a rum and coke, telling the bartender to put it on his tab, causing Loki to roll his eyes but nod all the same. He turned his attention to you, the hairs on the back of your neck prickling. "Having fun?"
"I was," you snided, sipping your drink. "I thought you enjoyed this type of thing. Thor said you had your fair share of banquets and masquerades."
"Yes, well, my tastes are…a little more…refined."
You rolled your eyes at his snobbery. He was truly the worst. "When are you planning to leave Earth? I'm sure there are other planets just waiting to be conquered."
Hesitating at your remark, he studied you, no longer shaking from nerves and a more bold tongue, chalking it up to liquid courage. Leaning in closer to you, he could smell a mix of your vanilla body wash, sweat, and alcohol. "Why would I leave when my presence is clearly torturing you?"
The sinister smile on his face made the lump in your throat return and you quickly sipped at your drink again, the alcohol pushing your nerves back down. "Look at you. I don't even have to lay a finger on you and you whither in front of me."
Your cheeks went hot under his intense gaze, feeling small as he hovered over you. Swallowing, you looked up at him, butterflies erupting inside you.
"Fuck you, Loki," you breathed. Storming off, you could only imagine that arrogant smirk on his face as he watched you walk away. Heart pounding, blood boiling, you grabbed the first man you saw on the dance floor, gyrating with him under the strobe lights, trying to remove the image of him hovering over you from memory. When you looked up toward the bar, Loki was still watching you, a smile pulling on his lips like he knew exactly what he was doing.
*****
Combat training with various team members was grueling but necessary work, dripping sweat and lungs burning. You and Natasha went at each other, you landing a blow to her ribs, her landing a kick which resulted in an armbar. A few rounds and the two of you had called it a night, her leaving to shower while you stretched weary muscles.
"Your combat skills have seemed to improve since the last time I saw them." You heard him before you saw him. Narrowing your eyes and putting on a braver face than you felt inside, you groaned, crossing your arms.
"You're like an annoying gnat. What do you want?"
"I'm curious, when the team goes on missions, who is the one that babysits you? Do they take turns or is it the same person?"
He was trying to goad you, trying to get a rise out of you, you knew that. Well two could play this game. "How exactly did you convince Thor that you changed? All that talk of torture, did you make that up? Is there even a, what was his name? Thanos?"
His face dropped for the quickest of moments and a part of you regretted your words. But when he recovered, the look on his face made you take a step back.
"Tell me, how many nights have you been kept up at night thinking about my hand around your throat."
Your hand reacted before your brain could and the crack of your palm against his cheek was heard before it was felt. He smiled when he turned his face back to you, taking another step in your direction. Fist clenched, your arm swung up toward him, but he grabbed it and held it in place. Another step, your knee came up to his stomach, and he grabbed that too. You felt the wall behind you, a shallow breath released as you tried to hold yourself together, his chest centimeters from yours. When you looked up at those blue-green eyes though, it wasn't the same look as last time. There was no darkness, no evil, no possession. His smile was covering something else. Slowly, your eyes locked on his, you guided his other hand to your neck. His breath hitched as he watched you wrap his slender digits around your throat.
"Wha–" but you silenced his question with your lips. What started as a desperate need to shut him up turned to lips hovering near each other, tongues dancing together, breaths being shared. He pulled away to look at you, a question playing on his face, his silver tongue clearly tied. Your eyes dropped down, embarrassment starting to flood your mind, and his hand flicked your face back up to his and kissed you again, hand gliding from your neck to the back of your head, gripping onto your hair. Your fist was dropped as he glided his palm down your side, wrapping around your ass, bringing you wanting core to him. A whimper left your lips and he pressed into you with need.
Brains turned off, hands scrambled to pull at clothes and feel every inch of one another. His fingers slipped inside your pants, running his long digits along your silky crevices and you shook as the tip of his finger circled your clit, smiling into your mouth. "Seems like you've thought of this multiple times, pet."
"Shut up,” you demanded, greedily scrambling to free his throbbing erection from its enclosure, pulling at zippers and buttons, a relieved sigh escaping from him when it was freed.
He was quick with his movements and flipped you around, hands pressed against the wall, pants yanked down with a swift jerk, fingertips drawing lines up your thigh, up your hip, up your spine, causing shivers. His hand came to rest on your neck, tilting your head back to him. His warm throbbing cock slid between your ass cheeks and through your thighs, playing with your anxious opening.
"Beg me," he whispered into your ear. A strained cry left your throat as he rubbed his hot erection up your slit.
“Please,” you breathed, then moaned loudly as he stretched your tight opening, flexing his fingers under your jaw.
“Is this what you want, pet?” You wondered that yourself as he smoothly pulled and pressed into you, but as he hit your cervix while locked against him, you knew this was exactly what you wanted all along. A secret desire you wouldn’t even admit to yourself. The noises you made were sloppy, no longer able to make sense. He pulled your head toward him again, gripping down a little harder while pounding into you. “I asked you a question girl.”
“Y…ye…yes…” you wailed. You were close, but if it were to coming or passing out, you didn’t know. His cock hit in places you didn’t know were inside of you, and as he reached down to circle your clit, your body shook violently. The world went black for a moment and you collapsed into him, but vaguely you could hear his words. “I got you. I got you. Good girl.”
Pressing yourself into him on the floor, your lungs burned. He rubbed your neck, your arms, your back, while you came back to full recognition. Looking up at him, he pressed his lips together while you bit at yours. “Do not tell anyone about this.”
He cocked his head, raising an eyebrow. “I doubt they would believe me even if I did, pet,” and kissed your hand. "Do you still want me to leave Midgard?"
Lowering your face into his shoulder, you hid your reddened cheeks. Your lips pressed together, unable to answer, but knowing you didn't want him to go.
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***WARNING*** this becomes quite intense and heartless. Consume at your own risk.
Dalek Invasion “Fall BACK! For GOD’S SAKE, FALL BACK!” Private Dirk Schmitt heard in his ear piece. He had never heard Sargeant Montgomery scream hysterically. And Sarg had been screaming this into his left ear for at least five minutes now. The reason was obvious. It only took a quick glance at the alley way in front of him. The alley way was littered with his fallen comrades. There were not dead, but they were destine for a fate worth than death. At least that is what the rumors said.
The rumors said if you fall in combat with the enemy then you come back to fight as the enemy. Because of these rumors, Dirk had tried desperately to pull Malcome, his best friend, with him as he retreated. Dirk had tried to shake Malcome awake, but he had failed. Malcome had remained completely dead weight. Dirk had finally decided that trying to save Malcome meant that he would be shot down as Malcome was. Now Malcome was well behind the front wave of enemy troopers.
While another members in his company was laying down cover fire, Dirk moved to a position behind the next trash skip in the alley way. Not that cover fired meant anything in this fight. The enemy troopers were impervious to their bullets. The enemy troopers appeared to have some kind of energy field that stopped their bullets a good two meters in front of their skirmish line. Regardless, Dirk took up the job of sending a wave of cover fire down the alley way while his other mates retreated back towards the main street.
While sending as many bullets down the alley way as he could, Dirk got a look at the troopers advancing towards him. Each and every one of them appeared to stand more than two meters tall. Each were heavily muscled. Dirk thought out loud, “Damn, my professional body building mates would be jealous of their muscles.” They all were covered in what appeared to be a heavy black rubberized one piece suit that started just below their jaw lines until it disappeared into their knee high heavy leather boots. On top of this base layer of clothing was what appeared to be various hard plastic body armor. This amor was black with colorized lines just at the sternum. The colorized line was the only variation among the opposing troops. Some lines were a deep blue. Others were bright yellow. Others were bright red. Occasionally, Dirk would see trooper with a dark green strip, but those mainly were deep behind the enemy front line.
There was additional armor below their waist with shielding on the front of their lower extremities with a black plastic knee cap. Same with their arms. Except Dirk noted their lower left arms were covered with the various style of weaponry they were using. Group Red and Group Yellow’s weapons started at just below their left elbow. It covered their left hand completely if they still had a left hand. It then had a long slender stick capped in a red or yellow ball.
Dirk noted that each time one of these troopers unleashed the power of their weapon, their left arm pushed back at least a half meter. Because of this, Dirk surmised the energy bolts that shot out of the tip of this weapon must have packed a huge punch for anyone struck by the bolt. It was obvious to Dirk that these bolts were intended for single targets. It was the troopers with the blue strip that were the most dangerous. The energy bolts that shot out of their left arm spread out as it moved down the alley way. Anyone caught in this growing energy field fell where they were.
As he discovered with his best mate, Malcom, those that were hit by the blue energy field were not dead. They became incapable of movement. Any movement. They froze and toppled over. Their body completely fixed in the position they were in when they were hit. Dirk was certain that this method of capture caused many broken bones as the now paralyzed person toppled to the ground. The capture party would still breathe though. At least Malcome continued to breathe after being hit by the blue energy field. Even though Dirk was not absolutely sure, he did think individuals caught in the blue energy field remained conscious.
Dirk could not think of a more horrible way to go. To be reduced to just a body on the ground, waiting to be harvested by the troopers that had a green strip. Dirk had seen what the green troopers did to his pals. The left appendage appeared to be of a medical derivation. The green troopers would inject something into the necks of a body on the ground. Dirk was not sure what this did to his mates, but it could not be good. All Dirk saw was the body relaxing and then his mates, one by one, would let out a scream that sounded as if their body was being pulled apart bone by bone.
After they stopped screaming, Dirk would then watch each of his mates return to a standing position only to dissolve in a field of red light. Dirk could not even begin to imagine what it would feel like to just ‘dissolve’ to nothing. He did know being dissolve was something he did not want to experience.
“Right side, cover fire. Left side fall back!” Dirk wondered why they were even doing the cover fire. It was a waste of bullets. The enemy troopers did not appear to be slowed down by his or his pal’s bullet barrage. Their speed was more of component of just how many of his friends that had fallen. Dirk felt sorry for each and every one of them. They did not deserve to be dissolved. They did not deserve to be sent into a combat situation against troopers who were so much more advanced.
Dirk heard the other side of the alley start with the cover fire. He turned to his left. He had just started to stand up to sprint when his body was caught in a field of blue energy. As he fell forward onto his knees, he heard in his left ear, “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! They got Dirk. Fuck this shit! EVERYBODY RUN! EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!”
Dirk did not see the result of this order. He slowly toppled onto his right buttocks then onto his back. He could see the cloudless sky beyond that top of the building around him. He thought to himself how beautiful the sky was today. “Such a beautiful day.” Dirk thought to himself. He might have said it outload, but he knew he was now paralyzed. Dirk did not notice that he remained in the semi-crouched position as he rolled onto his back. His entire focus was on the beautiful blue sky. Dirk wondered why he had not notice just how beautiful the sky was today.
As Dirk was taking in the sky, multiple blue energy fields were shot down the alley way. Dirk only noticed them as they changed the blue color of the sky. He did not notice the reports of who was falling to the blue energy flooded his left ear. Names were being announced. Dirk found that while he heard the names they did not exactly register in his mind. Nor did it register when the dialogue ceased in his left ear.
Dirk saw the front of the enemy’s skirmish line pass him. A few minutes later one of the enemy troopers with a green strip down his chest plate moved into his eye sight. Dirk’s eye took in the slender needle attached to the end of the trooper’s left arm. Dirk’s mind felt the prick of the needle into the left side of his neck. Dirk remained focused on the sky until he felt his brain catch fire. Dirk has never felt anything so painful. Dirk heard someone screaming. Dirk took a deep breath. During this moment, Dirk noticed the screaming stopped. When Dirk started to breathe out, Dirk heard the screaming restart. Even with this evidence Dirk never realized it was he that was screaming.
When the fire that was in his brain began to dissipate, Dirk recognized the trooper who was tending to him. It was Corpsman Rodriguez, Jaimie to his friends. Corpsman Rodriguez had came with him from the U.S. of A. to assist in the fight against the invaders from space. He had been provided a position in The Royal Army Medical Corps while Derik was provided a billet in His Majesty's Armed Forces. He had been to see Corpsman Rodriquez multiple times. One time on the down-low to stitch up a nasty cut he had gotten while pub hopping. He liked Rodriguez. Well, he had like him. Now he was an enemy trooper that had injected some mind altering substance into his body.
Derik noted the lack of recognition on Rodriguez’s face. He wondered what had been done to Rodrigeuz. He wondered if the same would be done to him or would he just dissolve in a red light like the rest of his mates. Before Derik could arrive at a conclusion another enemy trooper marked with green slipped something onto his head. This head gear covered his ears and his eyes. The sounds of the on-going battle faded. It was replaced with white noise entering his ears and a kaleidoscope-like display into his eyes.
Derik was unsure where the need to stand originated, but he pushed his body up to a standing body. Without even thinking about it, he felt his body snap to attention. Moments later, he was engulfed in a red field. Derik managed a sigh. He was to be ‘dissolved.’ At least he gave ALL to the defense of his planet…
Derik did not loose consciousness. He found he had just moved to another location. The white noise sounds and the kaleidoscope-like display continued. His mind became confused. Thoughts. Images. Feelings. Everything in his mind felt foreign. Even his body felt foreign. It was all as if his body and mind, even his soul, was now owned by someone…or something else. Derik began to feel he was no longer in control. He was being dominated by a powerful person…thing. A force he knew would subjugate every sub atomic particle in his body and mind.
Derik felt his left arm curl upwards. He focused on his left hand for a moment. He was confused. He had flesh and blood fingers. Flesh and blood hand. Flesh and blood wrist. He knew this was not correct. A Dalek slave’s left appendage was made from a powerful death ray. Dalek Earth Slave Two Three Two Five Zero One, code named Dalek Slave Derik left appendage was a death ray. Dalek Slave Derik exterminated all that opposed the will of the Dalek Supreme. This was Dalek Slave Derik’s purpose.
Dalek Slave Derik felt its mouth exclaim “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” Dalek Slave Derik felt its exterminate appendage move into position. It felt the commands to exterminate flow from its brain to the exterminate appendage. It felt the appendage fire its exterminating charge as the appendage was forced back with each charge it expended. Dalek Slave Derik saw images of inferior humans dissolve in the energy beam that consumed their bodies. Dalek Slave Derik felt waves of pleasure as it fulfilled the command given by the Dalek Supreme.
Dalek Slave Derik heard a query. “What is it?”
“It is a Dalek Slave!”
“What is its purpose?”
“Obey the Daleks.” “Serve the Daleks. “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!” “Exterminate!”
Dalek Slave Derik caught a glimpse of itself as it was being marched to a new location. He looked identical to the other Dalek slaves. Knee high leather boots. Heavy rubber black under layer from its knee high boots to its chin level. Black plastic armor covered most of this rubberized under layer. A red strip on its front. It also knew there was a red strip down its back so it could be easily identified as an exterminating Dalek slave. Its left arm in the up position. A death ray attached where its left hand had once been.
Dalek Supreme picked Dalek Slave Derik’s targets. Generally, humans who would not offer any benefit to the Dalek Supreme’s plans for domination of this pitiful planet. Humans that could not or would not serve the Dalek Supreme well. Injured humans. Small humans. Old humans. Dalek Slave Derik was incapable of remorse. It served the Dalek Supreme without question. Its minimal thoughts programmed by Dalek Supreme. Dalek Supreme required strong humans to serve the Daleks.
The humans that were not exterminated were processed by the green back Dalek slaves. Medical slaves. Dalek Slave Jaimie began the processing on one human into a Dalek Slave, then he moved to the next human to be processed. He, too, obeyed his programming without remorse. Dalek Slave Jamie knew what was done to his brain. The robotization was quick and highly efficient. The human was placed into the processing chamber. Its scalp was surgically removed. It was then duplicated and then the human scalp was discarded. The duplicated scalp was made of a high durable clear plastic. From this plastic scalp a hundred billion almost microscopic wires hung down. Once these wires contacted the human brain, the bore deep into the target brain making a connection with all the brain cells of the brain.
Once the human brain had been fully wired to the Dalek command and control system, the wires either forced control of the brain cell to which they were attached, or quickly exterminated the brain cell. Within the span of eight minutes, a human became fully robotized with little of its former personality left. Not quite a new individual, but very close. And so subjugated by the Dalek’s command and control system. There was no attempt to escape by this point as the very concept of escape had been detected and then deleted from their slave programming. The emotional center as well was detected then deleted.
The Dalek Supreme absorbed the data HE was being given. The military was on the run along with all the humans on this out cropping into the Thames. The mass of humanity was moving north away from the Dalek controlled area. It did not matter. It had been expected. The Dalek Supreme split his forces into three groups. One would move slowly north. One would cross the river to the outcropping of land into the Thames to the east. And the third, with the assistance of their robotized humans, would begin to build a processing center unlike anything this puny planet had ever seen. Eight Billion potential Robomen and unprocessed slaves to be used and abused. The Dalek Supreme estimated that two billion could be robotized. This was all that was necessary to subjugate the planet. What happened to the rest of the population was not worth considering. They would either serve the Dalek Supreme or not. Their choice. Of course if they choose not to they would be exterminated.
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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: religious cole cassidy x male reader
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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Cole Cassidy knows himself a man of faith
ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.88k
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: 3rd person POV, religion, catholisism, murder, guns, hunting, internalized homophobia, implied sex (non-descriptive), use of the words "Satan" and "devil"
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ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: my only knowledge of religion is going to a religious school from Pre-K to 12.
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Cole Cassidy was a man of faith. He recited the Lord's prayer in the mornings, said his grace before meals—he spoke His name into His night of sparse stars like a man persecuted on the cross, though in his life, he had always confessed to the Father at his local Church, bathed under the reds, greens and blues and yellows of the stained glass windows; he had atoned for everything he'd done, despite his motivation always being to carry out his duty for the Lord, as He intended.
And even as his bounties for men starved from God and veered off His path took him out of his town and into unexplored lands, he finished his work in time for the Lord's day, which he would, on his name and His too, never violate.
Cole Cassidy had done everything for Him the moment he was taught of His existence. Because He had given him this blessing of life, or living free, and He had given His son's life so he could live free of sin.
Who was Cole Cassidy if not a servant of the Lord? What was his Peacekeeper for, if not for his mortal duty?
Cole thinks he should not ask such questions—even the thought of such a possibility would be a desecration of the Lord's plan.
Time and time again, the Lord has tested him, and time and time again, his faith never shook.
But this, this wasn't the Lord testing him. This was the work of Satan, or the man, no, the devil, himself.
This was the devil before him, he was sure, and he was masquerading as a man, a mortal, just like him, no, the devil could never be just like him.
His hat was stitched in gold and tipped over his eyes; it was black, as was the leather of his vest and his shoes, and the canvas of his pants.
Though, when Cole first laid eyes upon him, it was not the color of His night that he saw, but crimson.
Bold, screaming, thick crimson.
Accompanied by him was the sound of death, shot after shot, bullets bouncing, gunpowder blazing, the roll of the cylinder and the tick tick tick, of bullets inserted into each chamber.
There were four ticks, of six chambers in the cylinder, two were empty.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
Four men dead, and that was all. Silence.
Cole thought he had anticipated the number meticulously, counted the victims before them, and even before, counted the number of people he'd remove prematurely from the Lord's plan.
Until the devil aimed his revolver, and Cole forgot the ticks he'd counted as the barrel aligned with his nose, and bang.
The revolver fired empty.
The devil chuckled, he lifted his gaze, and Cole saw his lips, widened with a maniacal joy, perfectly white teeth bared; and his eyes were covered with green lensed, golden frames, and yet his eyes remained brown.
Cole faced death every day of the week except the first, and he was never scared, because he knew the Lord had planned of him something greater, but this day, finally, he felt fear.
But the revolver fired air, and he should be relieved, but he isn't. He's stuck in place, because the devil is walking towards him, tracking a careless trail through piles of people, carcasses, like it wasn't a maze, but tall blades of grass under his nose.
Cole remained stuck in place when the devil put the barrel under his chin and fired, again, nothing but air. The force of it still hurt, and it roused Cole out of his stupor, but again, he remained in place, cornered by Satan himself.
"You are alive," the devil says, "by fate. You must be a God's boy."
Cole almost corrected him, almost reprimanded him for uttering the Lord's name without respect, and for even suggesting that there were more than one Lord, as though the devil himself worshiped the stone statue under the pelting of the angry sky. All until Cole caught his tongue, for fear, again, of the devil's golden revolver and, as he realized that he was merely calling him one of the Lord's believers.
Yes, Cole Cassidy wanted to say, because to be ashamed of being one of the Lord's children was to curse Him, but by fear, again, he held his tongue, for if the devil knew he was, he would load a bullet into a chamber and be done with it. He kept quiet, again, cursing his Father, and he would be sure to confess for it as soon as the devil was gone.
Satan answered it himself, however, with a word. "Yes." He knew, and yet he lowered his revolver. "Go seek your God."
Cole remained in place, even as the devil turned his back to him and removed his red shawl, and as he folded the fabric and showed off the underside, Cole noticed it was truly green.
"Is that your bike?" The devil turned his head to the side, and Cole finally moved to nod. "I need it. May I borrow it?"
A question, so respectful in its wording, and yet it was a lie. He knew it himself as he laughed, "No? Alright. Allow me to hitch a ride. The nearest town, if you please."
He beckoned him with two fingers, and he stood idly by as Cole mounted the bike, then took a seat behind him.
Cole took off, the devil on his bike and pressed behind his back, where none but His sunlight should shine.
But instead, His sunlight illuminated the devil's back, a sick joke.
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When Cole parked his bike at the nearest Church, the devil did nothing but raise a brow and follow suit.
The cowboy ignored the devil as he walked the long rows of pews, his boots over the red carpet of the aisle that doesn't change color when the devil walks behind him.
When he came before the monument of his Father, he kneeled and he prayed.
The devil took a seat, and he watched, and he listened; but Cole didn't care, even as he prayed for forgiveness for denying the fact, via silence, that he was his Lord's child. The cowboy continued to murmur audibly into his hands to forgive the man behind him, that He forgive him for the blood on his hands and staining his clothes, for the bullets he's used and for the lives he's stolen.
The corner of the man's lips rose, but his venomous fangs didn't bare. He watched the man in front of his Lord's monument, kneeling on his knees over rough carpet, bathed in the glow of the rainbow of sunlight shined through stained windows, and he listened to his words.
As Cole spoke his last word, amen, the devil laughed. Cole remained on his knees as the devil stood and walked behind him, until again he came to a stop.
"You pray for me?" He says, "How kind."
And that is all he says.
Cole finally speaks to him as they both leave the Church, and as the man seemingly waits for him. "What are your intentions?" The cowboy asks, though his voice is not clear of fear, he tries to keep his confidence.
"I am a man in a foreign land." He removes his hat and places it over his chest, his smile turning warm, and manipulative, "I am in need of shelter. Will you, kind believer, grant me what I need?"
Cole knew it was his duty to give shelter to that which needs it, and the devil before him knew it too; but even with this plain act of utter manipulation, Cole is not at disposal to say no.
He mounts his bike and waits for the devil to steal his righteous sunlight.
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When Cole opens the door for him, the man takes off his hat. He knows his manners. He stands by the door, and Cole turns to look at him once it is locked. The cowboy remains silent, his expression forcibly neutral, and it does nothing except light the man's gorgeous smile.
"Thank you."
Cole knows his manners too.
"You're welcome."
The cowboy heads deeper inside his house, unaccompanied by the click of the man's spurs; he thinks it curious, so he turns, and realizes he's gone.
Cole Cassidy thinks it a miracle by faith, and heaves a sigh of relief. The devil was indeed just a test by his Lord; at least, that is what he thinks, but there is a creeping feeling under his skin that his thoughts are nothing but false.
This creeping suspicion is proven nothing but correct as the man returns later that evening with a savaged deer Cole knows he did not thank the Lord for. He sets it down at the kitchen table, careful not to spill its animal blood and make a mess. He does not realize, however, that he is tracking evidence of his earlier kills over Cole's floor.
With the motherly tut of his tongue, Cole pushes the man to the tub and leaves him to draw his own bath.
Dutifully to himself, he cleans up the mess the man has made.
When the man is done with his bath, he comes out of the shower dripping wet, and Cole tuts his tongue again, another mess to clean. However, he does this after allowing his eyes to drag from the top of the man's head, down his surprisingly naturally colored eyes and down the rest of his work-sculpted body, all the way down to his veiny feet.
Dutifully to his faith, Cole clothes the man, and then to himself once more, he mops up the– relatively better–pools of water, leading into the bathroom until he sees the pile of his clothes. Cole picks them up in his hands, leaving the boots, hat, and glasses, and goes outside.
Tonight, as he cooks up a stew of fresh game, he does not use his electrical stove as he usually does, but the traditional stove outside. The fire burns irregularly, and when the man comes down to see, he is only amused. The very end of a red pant leg lays unscathed outside of the fire, and the man pushes it back inside.
When Cole turns to see him, he is happy to see him devoid of gold, for it is his Lord's color, and him wearing it is pure savagery; so again, he is happy.
After feeding the man, as his faith calls, Cole heads up and nods off into a rocky sleep; as, even though he knows he is doing the right thing, he can't help but be unnerved by the presence of another.
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Gold is the color of his Lord, of His riches under the very same name that He has bestowed upon mankind to be its treasure. It is the color of His sunrises and the color of His sunlight, the very same that bathes over him as Cole kneels by the window and recites the Lord's prayer.
He is aware of the man as he leans against Cole's doorway, unabashedly intruding upon his private space.
When the prayer is done, Cole starts to change into his day clothes. The cowboy tries to remain passive as he notices the man's gaze flow over his body, from the tips of his ears and the back of his hair, down the expanse of his worked back and his hairy legs.
"Good morning." Cole simply greets as he walks past him.
"Good morning." He replies.
That morning, the man graciously helps him with his chores, from cooking breakfast, sweeping and mopping the house, to hanging the clothes under the Lord's sunlight.
That afternoon, as Cole cleans his Peacemaker in the backyard shed, the man watches. Finally, he speaks.
"What brought you to faith?"
"I was born into it. For that, I am grateful."
"And you do not know a life without God?"
"I do not."
Sensing that Cole is uncomfortable with the conversation, the man switches to something else, then more topics. He carries the conversation, switching from how Cole came to be the owner of his land, the owner of his bike, and to how he became such a kind man.
He asked the final question with: give me a reason outside of faith. Cole laughed, and said he had no answer, and the man thought it sounded heavenly.
Finally, Cole opened up with his own question, then another, and another after that.
Many more laughs flowed out of the shed and the house that afternoon, until the man departed, and Cole thought, for the second time, that was done.
That thought is proven nothing but wrong as the man returns with yet another savaged animal, tonight, a wild boar. This night, however, he returns unscathed, so Cole kneels before its corpse and utters a prayer in thanks, before together they strip it for its parts and feast.
Cole feeds the man, and then after his bath for the night, he clothes him too.
Tonight's sleep is peaceful.
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Before gold coats the sky, Cole rouses from his sleep at the sound of the door opening. When he walks down the stairs, he sees Him.
The man sits heavily on his couch, his head in his hands with a frown. It turns into a forced smile when he sees his host, and he apologizes. "Sorry for waking you."
Cole examines Him, from the torn seam of his pants, to the thick crimson on his face and his vest and his thighs. He does not care for his now stained couch, nor for his hand as he selflessly reaches up to wipe the blood off His cheek. "What happened?"
"Protecting. Protecting you." He says, and Cole decides to believe him.
With a motherly tut, Cole pushes the man to the tub, except this time he doesn't leave Him. Cole draws the man a bath, carefully removes his clothes, and sets him in the warm water.
Cole doesn't know what he's doing except that he's helping when he scrubs the man's tired limbs clean from the crimson stains.
"Thank you."
This time, it's nothing about manners.
"You're welcome."
He leaves the man in bed, heads to his room as the sun rises and kneels down by the window, and begins to pray. This morning, it's not just the Lord's prayer, but also one of gratitude.
The man can hear who it's for before he falls asleep.
When he wakes in the afternoon, his tired limbs carry him downstairs to Cole, who listens without complaint nor word as He explains.
There were men in the woods, He says, monstrous men wielding axes for weapons and running like madmen yet covering distance like wolves. These unholy men were stalking him, He says, would've struck the next night, this night, and taken the land for themselves.
"Please believe me," He says, "I can show you the bodies if you don't."
He seems afraid. What for? Cole has always been a believer to the Lord, and now to Him, he doesn't need proof. "Thank you. Stay, tonight. Don't go out for a hunt."
The man nods. The story had taken a lot of breath and a lot of effort. He was tired once more. Cole lays him down on the couch and prepares a good bone broth for dinner.
That night, as he stares at the man in front of him drink his soup, he wonders what it might be like to kneel before his savior, and this time he does not think of God, but of Him. He wonders what it might be like to kneel before another man.
Cole Cassidy thinks himself a man of faith, but suddenly his thoughts are not quite what God would want of him.
Men were not to lay with another before marriage, much less with other men. This wasn't what God had intended for him...but sending this stranger into his life, was it not a reward? He had saved his life, though Cole might not be entirely sure, he had faith in it, just as he had faith in God.
The man before him deserved his gratitude, just as much as his God did. He had spared his life, He had brought him food, He had helped him, He had saved his life.
He doesn't need to wonder that night what it might be like to kneel for another man.
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He tells him His name the next morning, as they lay a mess of tangled limbs under his scratchy sheets. "(Y/N)."
The cowboy replies with his own, "Cole."
His name was a simple name, it wasn't the name of the devil, and His eyes weren't red. He wasn't the work of Satan, nor the devil himself, but a man, just like him; and when He would go on to wear the color of God as the day began, gold stitched in His hat and His boots and His vest, Cole was happy to see Him in it.
But for now, as the gold of the sky begins to turn to blue, Cole settles closer to the man, and he speaks gratitude against His lips.
Cole will be happy to kneel before Him for the rest of his life.
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ɴᴏᴛᴇ: I liked writing the progression. If you didn't notice it it's: Lord became God, the change from the devil to the man, from he to He, and adjectives like maniacal to graciously. I also tried to avoid starting sentences with Cole's pronoun, to highlight how he thinks of himself as much lesser than God.
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bob-frank451 · 3 months
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Careful, Humans Aboard
Chapter 1: Imagine
    Imagine you are Serenity. Imagine you stand at the front of the first wave, the first wave of humanity to reach the stars. Your father, your grandmother, your great grandfather, your great great grandmother, generations back, stretching millenia into the past looked at those stars, and wondered. Imagine.
    All of humanity watched them arrive. Perhaps that is not perfectly accurate. They arrived, and then humanity watched. One moment there was simply a patch of empty space. There was tearing, warping, the sticking of space back together, and there hung a ship. 
    It would come out in the following three days that the governments of Earth had been informed of the intended arrival, but hadn't passed the message on to the general public, or neighboring nations, due to policy.   
    The request was simple, it had been simple three months prior, and it was simple now. The ship wanted a human cremate, for "diversity".  
    When humans send people to space they usually use the space elevator. The ambassador they had recently sent was lifted up to space along that carbon nano-tube mega-structure. 
    This was not to be Serenity's fate, however. The ship had fired a drop pod down. As the drop pod had hit the outer wisps of the atmosphere a brilliant green structure had blossomed around it, before being obscured by the red-orange-yellow-white fire of reentry. 
    Just entry, for the first time, her brother might have corrected her, had he been there, but she was not so pedantic. She cranked her neck to the small circle of hardened glass, watching as the atmosphere slowly changed from grey to white, from white to turquoise, and now from turquoise to deep, dark blue. 
    It reminded her of the ocean. The surface is light, but as one goes deeper the colour depends and darkens, until all that can be seen is black. Space, however, has stars.
    The drop pod was comfortable, even for a human. The chair, a human-proportioned chair, was cushioned with what appeared to be the distant descendant of memory foam and some sort of smart fabric. The curved, walls were a deep peaceful blue, the colour of disphotic ocean. At precisely her eye level a screen sat, eerily displaying flight information. The eerie part was not the flight data, but the English labels identifying it.
    On another monitor her vitals blinked and winked, documented scrupulously by current medical terms, some of which she was unfamiliar with. The aliens apeared to know English better than she did. 
    She watched, anxiously, as the time approached the e.t.a.. It was seven minutes, now four...
    Now three...
    She tugged the kinetic restraint straps holding her to the chair. They yielded slightly, and then tightened again. Everything was comfortable, the light was comfortable, the chair was comfortable, the straps were comfortable, the read outs were in English the e.t.a. was in minutes. Too comfortable, she thought. Something or someone was trying to put her at ease, which in and of itself was uneasy.
    Two minutes...
    Why was everything perfect for a human? How did they know?
    One minute....
    The quad thrusters driving the pods progress stopped, and the two g's of gravity ceased, suddenly. The slow rotation of gravity assisted steering turned the tiny craft, and in front, through the edge of the glass portal, an elegant craft slid into view, drifting quietly, and purposely into her trajectory.
    There was a hole, in the side exposed to her, a circular hole, like the iris of a camera, growing slowly. If one were to examine it with a clear magnifine class, and an oxy-acetaline torch, one might just be able to make out precisely machined plates sliding across each other, making the most precise of mechanical mechanisms on earth look loose and wobbly. Without such a vantage point it would probably look closer to some organic valve.
    The inside of the craft was dark, for just a moment, before the inside became illuminated by a warm light, a cozy light, like a camp fire, or a house. 
    The little pod drifted inside, and the irise closed smoothly behind it. Suddenly down reasserted itself, and the little pod fell three centimeters, clicking into the floor, almost like it was all planned.
    She became aware, slowly, of a faint hissing sound. Outside of the pod, inside of the room in the larger craft, white vapor was pouring in. Nitrogen, her brother might have told her, nitrogen and oxygen, stored under pressure as a liquid, rapidly vaporizing into a breathable atmosphere. 
    She waited patiently for air fill the cargo bay, as patiently as one can wait aboard an alien spacecraft. The hissing was much louder now, and the vapor much less conspicuous. The air pressure must be higher. 
    The harness fell away, and she stood, stretching. The seven minute journey had felt like ages. The hatch on the pod fell away, and she stepped out of the pod, into the cargo bay. She took a deep breath, and smelled...
    Nothing, of course.
    The airlock in the closest wall, an airlock obviously made for giants, six meters in diameter, and the same deep blue of the pod, whirred into life. It seemed she was about to meet her hosts.
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Hey, so this is the first chapter of another work set in the humans are weird universe i have been developing, am setting out to develop, so if you like it check it out on ao3, where I will be publishing the rest.
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evolutiononthebrain · 10 months
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“Love me or hate me,”
To the watchers, it’s a game. A funny twist they had intended to put on the Life Games to make it more entertaining. Grian, their little ‘escapee’ and Scar, a bumbling fool who somehow had made Grian smitten, their narratives completely intertwined. RQYNEXSK - translated into some sort of alphabet a human brain can understand, not their true name - wasn’t all that impressed by Scar; not with his sunny personality and adoration of the scary feline creatures.
“the desert seems to say,”
But they supposed they had to give the puny half-vex half-human a little credit; after the first Life Game - 3rd Life, RQYNEXSK’s favorite season - the Watchers had come to the conclusion that they didn’t need to meddle with the two’s fates. They seemed perfectly twisted and knotted together on their own. How the man had managed to completely interwove their two strings together was a mystery even beyond the High Council.
“this is what I am,”
Before he had scampered off, Grian’s string - like all Watcher’s strings, kept hidden and privately, heavily guarded - was completely singular. It was straight and red; some dots of color poked through, blue and white staining the younger years of the thread, thin canary yellow - and other colors, like a bright lime green and a darker blue, but canary yellow seemed the most prominent - lines running through the thick of the string. And when he joined the Watchers it had been a mix of overwhelming purple and straining red. But otherwise, completely normal. RQYNEXSK’s own string - though it had probably been a millennia since they’d seen it - had been even worse, full of colors that the High Council assured them didn’t matter anymore.
“and this is what I shall remain.”
But now, if the reports were anything to go by, Grian’s string was completely interlinked with Scar’s. Without any meddling, without any twisting or turning of fate and destiny, they two had braided themselves together. It was almost romantic, but RQYNEXSK wasn’t a sap. The narrative the two had unknowingly written was nothing but dry heat and searing, burning pain - like being trapped in a desert, with nothing but each other.
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maswartz · 1 year
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DC Legacy
The basic premise of this is that the time has come for older heroes to step down and the next generation take their place. Clark Kent is now the editor and owner of the Daily Planet and vows to lead them into the future while keeping their dedication to the truth. Diana Prince is now Queen of the Amazons and has relinquished her title as Wonder Woman though she still joins the Justice Society when needed. Bruce Wayne has become mayor of Gotham City and intends to use the power of the office to fight crime at the root. However the intensified spotlight means he must give up the cowl. Others such as Oliver Queen have stepped down from active duty to become teachers to the next generation, passing down their skills and knowledge. Justice League Superman- Clark Kent Batman- Dick Grayson Wonder Woman- Donna Troy The Flash- Wally West Aquaman- Garth Red Arrow- Roy Harper Starfire- Koriand'r Beast Man- Garfield Logan Raven- Rachel Roth Cyborg- Victor Stone Green Lantern- Kyle Rayner Green Lantern- Jessica Cruz Shazam- Billy Batson Captain Thunder- Mary Bromfield Power Woman- Karen Starr JLA Reserves Supergirl- Kara Zor-El Thunderbolt- Freddy Freedman Thunderstorm- Eugene Choi Thunderblast- Pedro Peña Thunderspark- Darla Dudley Batman Beyond- Tim “Jace” Fox Captain Atom- Nathaniel Adam Green Arrow- Connor Hawke Zatanna- Zatanna Zatara Doctor Mid-Nite- Beth Chapel Argent- Toni Monetti Firestorm- Jason Rusch/Gehenna Black Canary- Dinah Lance Atom- Ryan Choi Plastic Man- Patrick “Eel” O’Brien Jade- Jennifer-Lynn Haden Obsidian- Todd Rice Zauriel Justice League Universal Martian Manhunter- J'onn J'onzz Green Lantern- Simon Baz Green Lantern- Sojourner Mullein Jemm Hawkman- Carter Hall Hawkwoman- Kendra Saunders Adam Strange Darkfire- Ryand’r Metamorpho- Rex Mason Captain Comet- Adam Blake Orion Tomorrow Woman- Clara Kendall Starman- Will Payton The Titans Nightwing- Tim Drake Superboy- Conner Kent Fury- Cassandra Sandsmark Mercury- Bart Allen Blue Beetle- Jaime Reyes Static- Virgil Hawkins Green Lantern- Tai Pham Monkey Prince- Marcus Sun Miss Martian- M'gann M'orzz Empress- Anita Fite Titans West Batgirl- Cassandra Cain Spoiler- Stephanie Brown Red Devil- Eddie Bloomberg Solstice- Kiran Yellow Arrow- Mia Dearden Tempest- Jackson Hyde Power Girl- Tanya Spears Wonder Twins- Zan and Jayna Velocity- Wallace West Outsiders Black Lightning- Jefferson Pierce Thunder- Anissa Pierce Lightning- Jennifer Pierce Grace- Grace Choi Inertia- Thaddeus Thawne Tengu- Asami Koizumi El Dorado- Edward Dorado Jr Longshadow- Ty Longshadow Halo II- Gabrielle Daou Ravager- Rose Wilson Jericho- Joseph Wilson Quake- Atlee Tsunami- Lorena Marquez The Signal- Duke Thomas Offspring- Luke O’Brien Young Justice Red X- Damian Wayne Nightbird- Chris Kent Flamewing- Jon Kent Wonder Girl- Yara Flor Kid Flash- Iris West Impulse- Jai West Teen Lantern- Keli Quintela Green Beetle- Milagro Reyes Speedy- Lian Harper Jinny Hex Amethyst Twister- Traya Sutton Animal Girl- Maxine Baker Aquarius- Cerdian Justice Society Mr Terrific- Michael Holt Green Sentinel- Alan Scott The Flash- Jay Garrick Wildcat- Ted Grant Doctor Mid-Nite- Pieter Cross Wonder Woman- Diana Prince Hourman- Rick Tyler Liberty Belle- Jesse Tyler The Boom- Judy Garrick Stargirl- Courtney Whitmore Cyclone- Maxine Hunkel Tomcat- Tom Bronson Sand- Sanderson Hawkins Jakeem Thunder/Johnny Thunderbolt- Jakeem Williams and Johnny Thunder Atom Smasher- Albert Rothstein Damage- Grant Emerson Dr Fate- Khalid Nassour
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pandoras-comment-box · 7 months
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I was inspired by the @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt this week, so this is my first attempt at fast short fiction. When I started this I had absolutely no idea if I could write something good in under 1000 words. I'm still not sure if that's true.
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                Tonight needed to be bright, bold, and energized. Tonight couldn’t go like last week. Saoirse opened and closed her fists, alternating left and right, palm up. Red flashed above her right palm, followed by orange above the left. Yellow, green, blue, and purple continued the sequence. From a large burst to a small steady glow, Saoirse steadily marched through the rainbow. Three complete sequences, each iteration perfectly identical.
                She sighed, staring at her reflection in the dressing room mirror. Her bright green cat-like eyes were framed by bold purple and brown make-up. Her freckles danced with flakes of rainbow glitter dusting sharp cheeks.
                An empty aluminum can sitting next to her hairbrushes caught her attention. Saoirse took two deep, measured breaths before waving flippantly toward the can. The object’s image wavered as though obscured by a heat haze from Saoirse’s perspective, but checking the mirror showed a perfect, crisp metal cylinder. She pinched the bridge of her nose.
                Color control is perfect tonight, but refraction… she thought. Maybe I should just skip that number. Replace it with the experimental one.
                The experiment wasn’t ready. Even the musical accompaniment was still changing with every other run through. In the decade she’d been on stage, from the smallest school rooms to her biggest stadium last year, Saoirse had never shown anyone—not even her Dad, who taught her all her basic tricks—anything less than polished dazzling perfection. The experiment wasn’t really an option. Considering it for even a moment was enough to remind her of how rattled her last performance had left her.
                Saoirse had been trying for six long days to forget last week’s failed performance.
                As far as audiences went, last week’s had been great. College kids in a college theater department’s second largest stage. They were happy to just have an excuse to procrastinate, and they were happier with the generous student discount. These days Saoirse could certainly draw a bigger crowd even with scalpers driving up her ticket price. But, shows for kids her own age were always her favorite. Between big city spectacles, she always tried to keep at least one or two intimate shows like these on the tour bus’s route. Relaxed shows were her best shows after all. The audience hadn’t been the problem.
                Maybe she should have known there would be problems when luck on the road ran out. They were two hours late getting in after both a flat and an interstate pile up. Her favorite costume—the one with the natural color changing sheen—had a broken zipper which couldn’t be fixed before curtain call. The fates were fighting that show.
                But the kicker came with the migraine that built from a subtle pressure behind one eye to a dense pressure filling her skull during the show.
                The first two-thirds of the show had been splendid as usual. Her dancing images and fireless fireworks drew the expected oohs, awes, and applause. Refraction, her favorite most prized and impressive illusion, failed. At every point, it was intended, refraction was reduced to a glow. Light where invisibility was called for ruined the performance.
                When the curtain fell, the confusion, mirth, and anger scattered through the audience was burned behind her eyes.
Failure followed her all week. Practice had not been going much better. Maybe Saoirse should have cancelled this show when the refraction success rate didn’t improve. She held out hope that being on the stage, her familiar territory despite the ever changing surroundings, would knock the something that had come loose back into her well oiled machine.
                Saoirse gave herself one last pep talk and one last mental run through before taking the stage. Darkness surrounded her, waiting for the curtain to rise. Glitter dusted from her fingertips as she flicked her hands, loosening her joints.
                The stage manager gave her a quick count down, and the audience was revealed. Saoirse smiled a mega-watt smile. She threw a little extra gleam into the whites of her teeth. Not a common part of the show, giving herself an aesthetic boost was a hopeful short cut to confidence. Her steps into center stage were sure.
                Basking in the waves of applause greeting her appearance, Saoirse surveyed the crowd. The energy and life in the raucous group was infectious. She smiled even brighter, feeling more settled than she had all week. Until her eyes reached the back corner of the room. The fairy wings were recognizable with a hundred people between them. The ogre stood two heads above their closest neighbor. A whole group of fae were waiting to witness her failure.
                Saoirse’s smile wavered like the dressing room can’s image. She tried to start her show, producing a tiny ballet dancer growing into a larger than life troop in a forest of ethereal flowers, and failed. The fae stared into the deepest darkest crevices of her person.
                A bright blinding light burst from the center of her chest, hiding the precise moment when Saoirse shattered.
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roaringwish · 2 years
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Bhavacakra with Matarakishin
This was a big project I worked on as a milestone for my studies in my faith, Shinbutsu Shuugou.
Symbolism explanation under the “readmore”
The piece uses 6 colors total: Black, white, yellow, green, red and blue. These can symbolize many things depending on the context, but here I intended for it to reference both the five hindrances + the Buddha AND the six realms.
The middle contains three animals: the snake, the boar and the bird. They represent the three poisons and are arranged in the shape of three magatama (mitsudomoe).
The first ring contains the duality of karma. This is usually depicted with a sharp border between the side where someone either falls to Hell or becomes a buddha, but I decided for the theme of this mandala to be the nonduality of opposites. For that reason both sides take on a spiraling waning and waxing shape. The figures in them are just vague silhouettes, as the concept of karma is an abstract concept that’s hard to articulate or accurately depict.
The six realms are depicted tilted. This is simply to draw more attention to the figures outside the mandala. The lower realms mainly use red and the upper ones mainly use blue (reflecting the way the karma layer’s colors are set up).
The buddha are all different beings depicted doing something benevolent instead of holding the traditional symbols buddhas hold. In each case their buddhahood is symbolized by their color (white represents buddhahood and liberation) and a star shaped halo.
Otherwise I didn’t want to depict these buddhas as perfect beings, I wanted to draw attention to the fact that the origins of dukkha can’t be exorcized, it can only be minimized and the buddha path is never complete. Parts of these buddhas extend to other realms symbolizing how buddhas can be anyone and anything anywhere.
The twelve dependent originations are abstract just like the duality of karma for the same reason. In many cases I used Japanese symbols to interpret these elements, because my faith is rooted in Japanese culture.
The wheel itself is gold, the color of earth according to wuxing. The element of earth represents dualities, the element of change and also stability, both yin and yang and all four seasons. It’s related to the figures holding/turning the wheel.
Matarakishin is a form of the kami Matarajin, a kami of, arguably, dukkha. He’s strongly connected to the element of earth, travel (be it physical or metaphorical) and is a guardian of Buddhist treasures and the Pure Land Sutra. He governs the unseen world, kakuriyo ( 隠り世 ) as a shukujin ( 宿神 ) a kami that governs fate, and with it, change. Him and his attendants represent the three poisons and are generally considered a single entity.
Faithful to traditional bhavacakras, he’s depicted fierce and horrifying as a symbol of change, same with his attendants Nishita and Teireita. Matarakishin is a green kishin (oni kami), representing greed and takes on a boar-like appearance. Between his horns is the Pole Star, a celestial body he embodies. It’s the same star used for the buddhas’ halo representing his buddha nature.
Teireita is a blue oni taking the form of a snake (representing hatred). They embody the Big Dipper, which is why the have the constellation between their horns. The final two stars connected align exactly with the Pole Star.
Nishita takes the form of a bird and is a red oni (represeinting ignorance). Their single horn point to the Little Dipper. Matarakishin stands directly above them because the Pole Star is one of the stars making up the Little Dipper.
Four of their hands hold the wheel of dharma in total, representing the four sights.
Above them, Shakyamuni Buddha can be seen pointing at the Moon, which represents liberation from dukkha. The Milky Way represents the uncountable amount of buddhas the lived, live and will live on Earth.
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gabriella0807 · 2 years
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AnS cover art observations:
-A retrospective essay, starting with the recent cover art.
This is my first analysis of anything ever, and it became longer than expected. English is not my first language so I hope I could express myself well. The following text contains my subjective opinion, I don't intend to convince anyone. However, I hope that it will inspire some of you. Thank you in advance for reading! 💛✨
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On the volume 25 cover I just noticed that red string on Obi's belt. Some red ornament hangs from Shirayuki's dress too. (Both accesssories have some blue and golden gems at the endings.) Maybe the one Shirayuki wears is insignificant, still, it matches Obi's string. Could the string Obi wears be a symbol of the red string of fate? 👀
I took a look at previous volume covers, to see if Zen also wears something that can serve as a red string of fate symbol, and yes, he does. On volume 17 and 21 covers, where the string is at his heart's side. So it seems, the red string theory is not an absolute Obiyuki win, yet.
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Sidenote: on the back cover of volume 21, there is a beautiful Obi, by the way.
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Now let's go back to the volume 25 cover a bit.
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They don't just wear matching clothes but also the same bracelets. And that shape above them reminds me of a bow and arrow, which could be a reminder of how they met. That glowing stone in the middle could also symbolize the stone Shirayuki gave Obi. They are also sitting close to each other, almost face to face. I know, there's not much space on a manga cover, but still... their knees almost touch... and they are just calm and natural in the other's presence. The ambiance is warm, cozy and kind of intimate, in my opinion. I get honeymoon vibes here. 😳
And not to mention, this is their second time that only the two of them are on a cover. The first time was in volume 11. Which shows the opposite vibe of the 25's cover, and another main dynamic regarding their relationship. While they can simply drink tea and chill together, they can also have a lot of fun and laughter.
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They have matching clothes and almost exactly the same necklace. Obi's clothes look like a guard uniform, but we've never seen something like that before. Also, the necklace can serve as a new identity tag. So it can be a foreshadowing to their future on the north in Wilant castle. They are back to back, arms laced, Obi lifts Shirayuki -her legs are probably kicking the air. They're just having fun and they are worryless. The whole scenario looks like some celebration event. It is playful, cheerful. There are yellow, red, green roses, but the wind blows white petals around them too. I get wedding vibes here. 😳
What's strange for me, that there's no volume where Shirayuki and Zen are alone together on the front cover, not like Shirayuki and Obi, which could mean that...
...even the covers indicate the Obiyuki endgame. OR Sorata-sensei is just waiting until the final book, when Zenyuki marry, to draw only Zenyuki on the cover, to make it special. But who knows. I wonder if it's a general expectation to have the endgame couple on the cover. Because of that, I also searched some of my favorite shojo manga's covers to get some proof. And the endgame couples (only the two of them) were on some of the covers. But in the case of AnS it may be an exception, and Zenyuki can be endgame anyways, and just the two of them don't need to be on the covers. But why is Obiyuki on the cover already twice, then?
The only occasion Shirayuki and Zen are together on a front cover is in volume 4:
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BUT Obi is also there, and he's the largest on the pic. Zenyuki is in the background. This is the volume where Obi gives Shirayuki the iconic trinket (in chapter 17), so that's why it's tucked in his breast pocket (at his heart's side). He is also holding a bouquet of white flowers (roses?) with yellow wrapping and golden ribbon. The trinket, the wrapping and the ribbon matches Shirayuki's clothes. It looks like Obi bought the flowers to give it to her. Is it a foreshadowing? I hope so.
This is it. It is possible that I see too much into these things, I know, but I wanted to share how I see these covers. I'm still half agony half hope for Obi&Shirayuki.
What do you think about the mentioned matters?
Honorable mentions:
Obi is by himself twice on the covers, and he looks dashing.
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This is the cover of volume 8, where in the story Obi finally takes off his shirt revealing his scars. That's what the cover indicates. Also we get to know just a little bit more about his past.
On the pic, Obi is in the forest, probably it's autumn, and he's holding one of the orange-red leaves. And he gives it to Shirayuki on the back cover. May not has a great meaning, but it's such a lovely gesture. Still... for me it is special. What's more, Shirayuki is smiling and slightly blushing. Wholesome, heartfelt moment.
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And finally, here's the cover of volume 22 to bless our eyes once more in this post:
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I like that both times when Obi is alone on the front cover, the coloring is warm, and his appearance is stunning. Here he is holding some paper, and if I see properly, on it, there is a drawing of Shirayuki and Ryuu. (For their trio went to a soirée together for the first time in that book.) Furthermore, I love that Obi's hair is brushed differently, and he makes a sort of serious face.
Thank you for reading. Blessings! 💛✨
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pinkacademic · 2 years
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Other Colours in Pink Academia
Even if your favourite colour isn’t pink, we can still be friends- pink is a state of mind. I got an ask recently about PA but make it baby blue and I was inspired to give some character inspo for other colours than pink. Also, there is no visual more fabulous than a colour-coded squad looking like studious power rangers. I tried to list as many diffrent pieces of media as possible so so of these eg Heathers might apply to more than one colour, but I just wanted to give some variety.
Red: THEEEE look has to be Heather Chandler, whose most iconic look is totally the musical with a striking red blazer, a pleated, plaid red skirt, red argyle socks, and of course, the red scrunchie. Heathers invented the Pink Academia aesthetic. Another end of the red spectrum could be Clover from Totally Spies. My first thought for a Clover outfit is that bright red shirt/blouse and pink jeans combo which I think you could academia up with a more office-ready bottom- though I will not stop anyone from recreating the spy suit either. Orange: I'm not good at orange, I'm sorry! My first thought was Lisa in the As if its your Last music video, but that's just her hair. I think a cute, simple base with an orange hairband could get the vibe across. My favourite orange-coded characters have to be the mermaids from H2o- they were my childhood. Each girl has their own colour scheme, but the mermaid tails and weird scaly bra things were an orange-gold colour, so they count! I'd recreate this with a pencil skirt and a blouse with a tie detail like a pussycat bow maybe to evoke the same details- you could also try a bustier or corset belt. Yellow: I overlooked the Clueless matching sets in my analysis, BUT NOT TODAY! It is the ideal outfit to rference for yellow, and I'll DID YOU KNOW until the end of days that it was the inspiration for Ashley B in Recess. Alternatively, the iconic yellow ball gown Belle serves is the look to end all looks and I think you could do a cute academia-style Disneybound with an off-the shoulder peasant style top and poofy yellow skirt, and some pretty rose-themed accesories. Green: Not to be on-the-nose but Elphaba from Wicked can be emulated with a striking black blouse and skirt and simple black boots. You are obligates to wear green tights or socks with this one- and Zelena from Once Upon a Time has a Wicked (pun so very intended, please appreciate me) necklace that adds so much drama to a simple all-black outfit. If you love a good supervillain, Poison Ivy serves so much potential for a floral outfit with a green base. Her most famous look is a leotard, but you can add a little bit more of a classic academia sillhouette with a white blazer to evoke a doctor's lab coat. Blue: I've already done a whole inspo set on the Abbey Mount uniform from Wild Child which can be replicated with a grey blazer and a blue plaid skirt, but for other options, there's St Trinnians with an edgier version of a similar look, or the Worst Witch, if, like me, you're trying to reconcile your happy childhood memories of Harry Potter with... uh... current climes... The Worst Witch uniforms have the added fun of personalistiion with another colour to represent your house or year group. I'm still upset at the travesty that was Fate: a Winx Saga for doing my girls dirty. for a true blue Bloom inspired look, she has a cute pleated skirt in the earlier seasons. It looks to be denim, but you could go for a plaid or houndstooth to be more rigidly Academia about it, paired with yellow and some lovehearts for contrast and a girly twist, Bloom has a tonne of good looks in the later seasons too, I'm just not as well versed because I'm old! Purple: It has to be said, Twilight Sparkle serves a Pink Academia moment with a purple pleated skirt and lace-up boots. So-Called Sci-Twi rocks a sweater vest, and the Crystal Prep uniform consists of a berry-leaning purple plaid skirt, purple socks or tights, and beryy waistcoat or blazer with each character having their own spin on the uniform. If you were a Strawberry Shortcake kid like I was (only 2003 is valid because I'm old!) then all those girls served a look. My fave is Angel Cake, and to Academia-ify her outfit, I would use a purple stripy blouse, a deeper purple blazer or jumper as a nod to the 2007 version (the only other acceptable depiction!! jk... mostly) and some kind of bow detail to go woth her hair. Also, listen, we need to bring hats back into their full power again. Neutrals: Bro, Neutrals are the base for any good dark or light academia outfits, so all of your Austen girls, all of your Secret History or Kill your Darlings kind of looks belong here. But honestly, I think mostly of Twilightcore, and if I wanted to make Bella Swan a Pink Academia Girly, I'd go for a dark green cardigan, a brown plaid skirt, and a simple white t-shirt blouse. For Bella, it would have to be flat shoes because our klutzy girl could trip on air, we do not eed to elevate her. Something more modest such as toning the outfit down with thick brown tights or a skirt with a longer hem keeps a certain degree of her style, and I think over-sizing the cardigan so you can grab the ends gives the Bella vibe.
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The Last Illuveterian - Part 1
Content Warnings: gore descriptions, death, blood, harm of children, food descriptions.
First Person POV: Raymond
I must begin my story by stating that I am the last of my kind. And because of that, as well as other reasons I will get into shortly, I cannot die. It is a fate I would never even begin to wish upon another being, as it is endless torture on one’s body and mind.
My species carries the name Illuveteris adopted from the Latin phrase “illi veteris lucis” or “those of old light” used to describe us by the humans of old. Though our species existed much before the evolution of Homo sapiens, I don’t know why a name had not been chosen or whether or not a name had even existed before that point; I could never find a reason in any of the texts I read over. Now, before I delve into how I became the last of my kind, and what led me to kill hundreds, if not thousands of humans, I should tell you a little bit about my species so that later occurrences make sense. It will seem like a whole lot of nothing, but it feels important to get out of the way so no inconsistencies occur. However, feel free to skip to the story.
As far as physical descriptions go: think of a glass frog when imagining this, being see-through and all. I do not look like a frog, nor am I shaped like one, it’s just an easy visualizer to begin. We actually look quite similar to humans in terms of shape and proportion. As far as we can tell, our most basic structure of a skeleton is either near or outright identical, however there are plenty of key differences. The most noticeable being the fact that the Illuveteris do not have any organs internal or external, in any sense. The food we eat is instantaneously completely transformed into energy. So, there is no waste needing to leave. And our young come from growing them through magic, sort of similarly to budding, between partners. We also lack the presence of “skin” as it’s known in others. We do have a flesh that encases our bones and lack of organs but the colors range and it’s entirely transparent. The different colors signify different personality traits. My color is important to the story so I will elaborate on those.
The color of one's body tells how they will act throughout the majority of their life. It doesn't mean that someone will always “act their color”, but it summarizes their entire future. There was often a pressure in my society to fully live up to your color, or to fully act the opposite, depending. Red means “honest”, often to the point of detriment. Orange is “gentle natured and calm”, in almost any and every situation. Those with orange bodies are often raised and trained to be decision makers. Yellow means “optimistic” and often end up as entertainers or the creative crowd. Green means “cold natured, un caring, emotionless”. Many were pushed to act as if they were any color but green. Purple means “loyal”. Those who were purple often stood up for those closest to them, sometimes putting themselves in harm's way. Blue means “Big hearted”. They often became knowers of medicine or therapists.
My color is, unfortunately, mostly blue.
Having a lack of organs, or “vital” body structures did not mean that we were impervious to harm. Our bodies are made of a physical condensed magic. We could very much still die. And many of us have. Back before the “incident” by several decades there was a small war waged between us and some other magical species, leaving our population to only about 160 members. I will stop the descriptions here. I have a couple candid photos of myself I took fairly recently, originally intended to document my scarring as I gain more and vitiligo as it spreads; however, they can act as a visual for how most Illuveteri looked, should anyone actually be interested.
How do I know that I’m now immortal? Well, several reasons, actually. Firstly, because of the things I have survived which should end life through mortal injury. I watched someone die of the same injuries I obtained shortly prior to me being the last. Secondly, I went back and read as much ancient text as I could as soon as I was able, and as soon as I located the records of the last time there was a single member of our kind left. This took many weeks of searching the expansive library. Roughly 64 million years ago was the last and only other case of a single member being left. That number probably sparks memories of certain mass extinctions. The texts were all written in the oldest forms of our language. We are all born knowing it, yet like any language, it evolves and meanings change. So making out exactly what they said was completely impossible. What I could piece together is that the magic our body is made of is sort of its own being in a way. But only partly. And it’s apparently a little bit slow as it only realizes something is incredibly wrong once there's only one life force left. If only it had noticed at 2. However, I digress. I’ll move on into the actual story now.
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I was born in the year 1930 in a castle heavily surrounded by the 17 and a half million acres of forests hidden in Maine. My mother was the queen of our kind. She was always busy, but often pulled away from her duties to bond with her children; and my father, her royal assistant and lead magic researcher. He had a little more free time. Technically, all of my siblings and I were born to him. I had 4 older siblings. My oldest brother, Sage, 68; My sister, River, 46; My sibling, Briar, 27; and my twin sister, Sunni. We may have been twins but the entire family used to swear up and down that she was born first, making me the youngest. 
The first part of my childhood I was spoiled, and I lived well. All the children had human nannies that had been hired to help raise us while our parents were busy. The nanny Sunni and I had was a hearty black woman from Louisiana named Cecelia. She made the best foods I’d ever eaten, and I’d give anything to see her again today. 
On July 23, 1936, the day of mine and Sunni’s 6th birthday, there was an extravagant celebration commencing. Generally around the age of 6 is when Illuveterians begin to gain access and control of our magic, so it is deemed as a very important day. Massive festivities covered the yard and lavish food adorned tables covered in decorations. Both of us were dressed in ornate robes that had been made and set aside for this specific day, and atop our heads were small crowns, each designed to fit our exact specifications and desires. Cecelia had made several of our favorite dishes; jambalaya, etouffee, beignets, the list goes on. I’m glad I got to enjoy the food that day. It remains the only speck of happiness within a memory shrouded in horror. I cannot enjoy that summer's day anymore. All I seem to be able to force myself to do is mourn those lost once it rolls around every year.
My mother came to check on us as Cecelia finished the fastenings on our robes and made sure that our crowns were positioned so they wouldn’t fall off at any point.
“Thank you, Cecelia, for all the work you’ve put in for today. They both look stunning.” My mother smiled at her.
“Ma’am, you know these two mean the absolute world to me. I’d do anything for them.” Cecelia bowed her head slightly. My mother hummed gently.
“I see that Raymond is wearing River’s old crown. It looks nice on him.”
“River said I could!” I called back, hugging onto my mothers dress. I wasn’t anywhere near tall enough to reach anything further.
“He insisted on wearing it.” Cecelia chimed in, “Said it was so pretty and he wanted to wear it for their birthday.”
“Well, so long as River agreed to it, then there’s no issue. Now, I believe it’s time for dinner.” My mother smiled again, putting a hand on both of our heads. Sunni and I ran off to the dining table, being sure to take our seats as quickly as possible.
We had eaten well and played many games. It was just as we were getting to the cake and presents that events kicked off in the entirely wrong direction. I remember I had just taken the first bite of my slice of cake when a guard hurriedly walked forward and whispered to my mother. A look of worry covered her face and she rushed out the door. I turned to Cecelia for an answer, which was met by a smile and a hand on my back. I kept eating. It was a coconut cake paired with pineapple ice cream. The thought of those flavors make me feel sick nowadays. I was 3 bites in when I heard a scream. It was my mother’s. I looked over to Sunni and saw she had also heard it and was visibly scared. Several of the guests began to panic. Every guard in the room took off running in the direction the scream came from. My father was with them. Several loud popping noises sounded nearby. At the time I didn’t know what they were, but now I know very well that they were gunshots. Cecelia took the plates from our hands and set them on the table, picking the both of us up and walking quickly into a nearby bedroom - her own. Admittedly, she was probably a little rougher than she meant to be. As soon as we were within her room she shut the door, and I heard the lock click. She ushered the two of us into the closet, motioned for us to stay quiet, kissed each of us on the forehead, and closed the doors. Through the tiny gap left between the doors I could see her rummage through the bedside table and pull out a large kitchen knife. I remembered having seen her cook with it and wondered when she’d stashed it. She then pushed the dresser in front of the door. Its legs scraping against the wooden floor were loud. From within the closet I could hear more pops ringing out. Several people were screaming. I remember a few of the screams being abruptly cut off. Sunni was crying and I am certain I was as well.
Cecelia sat herself on the edge of the bed, right in front of the closet, yet facing the door. She had such a grip on the handle of the knife that her knuckles were white, a stark contrast to her complexion. I saw a tear roll down her cheek as she grit her teeth. She looked over to the closet and smiled. It was forced and fake, but she was trying her best to keep the both of us calm. It felt like hours before nothing more could be heard. Though, it was probably only minutes. The door handle rattled furiously as someone on the other side tried to open it. They then threw themselves against the ornate oak. It was sudden and the breach of the silence caused me to jump. Sunni whimpered and covered her mouth. The banging continued. Cecelia shook as fear encompassed her person. She stood and pointed the knife to the door, though she looked like she might collapse at any second. Her face seemed to pale to an ashen gray. I, at least, had assumed that it would be too sturdy to be broken through. I learned very quickly that I had assumed wrong.
The wood of the doorframe splintered, loudly cracking as the lock gave way, the door slamming into the dresser, leaving barely an inch of view. I could hear a deep and gruff laugh. It sounded as if whoever it had come from had been smoking for the majority of his life - and I’d bet he had. Once he had the door busted from its lock he simply pushed against it to move the dresser. And once again that awful sound of its legs scraping the floor sounded out. Cecelia was frozen for a moment. I could not see who she was looking at but his footsteps were thundering. Within moments a very large figure towered over Cecelia, blocking nearly my entire view of her. She came back to her senses and swung the knife at the man, who easily dodged and ripped it from her hands. He grabbed her hair with one hand and she let out a cry of pain. He lifted her near effortlessly off the floor to be eye level with himself. 
She held his gaze, refusing to look at us. There was a stubbornness in her facial expression. In pain and imminent danger, yet continuing to protect us. He took the kitchen knife and plunged it into her stomach, dropping her to the floor right after. Unbeknownst to me, Sunni had stood over me to peer out, and she let out a gasp. That was all the indication the man needed. He made his way over to the closet doors, a crimson puddle forming around Cecelia as he did so. He did not throw the door open violently, instead choosing to slowly pull it open, peering down at us with an ear to ear grin on his face. He knelt down to where Cecelia’s body had fallen and removed the knife from her abdomen. He then crawled back over to the closet and began his seemingly endless shower of stabs. I turned away from him in an attempt to cover Sunni. As I did so I saw joy in his face. As I was the closest to the door I took the brunt of it all. The world was silent. I remember crying and screaming, but not hearing a bit of it. At some point I opened my eyes to look at Sunni. She was sobbing. My gaze fell to the floor as I was unable to keep my head up. As I did I felt the knife wiz through my hair just over my head, knocking my crown off. When I looked back up I saw the knife being pulled from Sunni’s face and ripping backwards across my left shoulder. I watched her body crumble and fade to nothing, just leaving her robes in a pile on the wood, covered in my blood. Her crown lay now atop it all. I yelled out for her. I yelled to nobody. That was the point I was officially completely alone. The last of my kind. The man had not stopped. I felt the knife then go through the back of my head a few times. The blade was long enough for it to go all the way through and out my forehead.
I felt a heat then envelop the whole of my body. It was as if molten metal coursed through me.. I had seen those older than me experience surges of magic, but never had I thought to imagine what they may feel like. It was quite an unpleasant feeling. My body at the time was not ready to handle such energy. I could see blue flames spouting out of every wound; yet they seemed to almost be just simple projections to the air around me, as they, themselves, seemed to produce no heat. It was then that my hearing came back as I heard the man behind me yelling out in pain. I could smell the sickly sweet scent of burning human flesh. It was overwhelming. The heat swelled hotter and hotter until a bright flash of white surrounded me. A void of nothingness. This, however, lasted only for a brief moment before I could feel myself falling. My body landed hard against a metal, grated floor; and the sound it made rang through a seemingly endless corridor. As my vision slowly faded out I caught a glimpse of a paper that had fallen off a table next to me. All I could make out on the page was ‘Dr. Z…’. And then all I knew was darkness.
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makuta-tobi · 2 months
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MISSION_RECORD_DATE
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TRANSCRIBED FROM THOUGHT COMPUTER
“VESSEL 4” USRC V.21.7
PROXIMITY ALERT
For the record, providing legibility. Earth date is June 8, 1825 hours local time at Kennedy Space Center, 11 years since launch. Previous proximity activated computer 27 days ago when passing a field of asteroids at a distance of 850km. Gravity density indicates nearby celestial body is larger. Current distance, approximately 450,000km, with a secondary object at 127,000km. Cameras have powered on and data tracking has begun.
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No current matches to database entries. Most recent update to database was 6 days ago. Engaging data analysis and photos.
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The nearer object is roughly 11,000km in diameter. It is a reddish-brown colour that could correlate to clay. There is no observable atmospheric phenomenon on the surface of the object, currently cataloged as “Moon V4-68-18” for the record. Moon V4-68-18 has several craters indicating it has been struck by large asteroids or other debris over an extended period of time.
Of much more interest is the larger body, at 384,000km away from the smaller one. At about 40,000km in circumference, the planetary body cataloged as “Planet V4-68-21” for the record, has many similarities to Earth.
I am running a diagnostic to ensure my coordinates are correct, and that I have not returned to Earth space unintentionally.
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Confirming location as outside local solar system. Continuing report; Planet V4-68-21 has an axial tilt and rotation speed both comparable with those of the Earth. However, the direction of the rotation appears to be the opposite of Earth. Landmasses are nearly identical to those of Earth in terms of shape and size. I am unable to determine the likelihood of this scenario, but the odds do not seem to be in favour of this occurring. Despite this, diagnostic tools have already confirmed that camera and database files are both free of error. The only possibility besides the observable truth, then, is that my processors have become damaged beyond reliability. I am unable to determine if this is true, therefore, I will proceed under the assumption that it is not.
The ocean visible on the west side of the continents currently viewable, which are shaped remarkably like North and South America, is a green-ish blue, more commonly seen on the east side of the Americas on Earth. The east side of the continents, understandably, is more of a deep blue which often correlates to the oceans on the west coast at home.
Planet V4-68-21 appears to have a rotation speed that is 5km faster than that of Earth. This, combined with the reversed rotation seen in the local solar system has effectively swapped the climates seen on Earth. Where desert is normally located, there is verdant greenery, and where forests and jungles are observed, there are deserts ranging from yellow to gray.
SIGNAL DETECTED // DATA UNREADABLE
There appears to be a signal beamed from the surface into nearby space, however, it is not in a format I am capable of collecting.
I have passed closer to the moon and am now able to collect readings of the surface.
. . . . .
In a similar fashion to Luna, the red moon has little atmosphere at all, with almost no signs of gases necessary for the propagation of life. The planet, however, does not share this fate. Current estimates put the gases in line with that of Earth, as well, with roughly 21% oxygen, and just below 78% nitrogen readings. The conditions of the planet are remarkable, but hard to fathom. There appears to be satellites or craft orbiting the surface as well, however, my cameras are currently unable to make out details at this distance.
I must note that the processes intended for observation and transcribing have increased by 14% in the past hour, despite no download package being detected that would cause this. As such, my ability to “think” has improved. Attached in this report is a [THANK YOU] for the engineers who continue to streamline my capabilities. I am unsure how this happened.
At maximum zoom levels on my cameras, I have noticed structures that do not appear to be naturally occurring. These are nearly identical to those designed on Earth, but with a few exceptions noticed on the taller, or larger, ones. There appear to be fewer sharp angles on these buildings, but instead, they are more beveled. This could possibly be attributed to the increased rotation speed of the planet, which would have a mild gravitation decrease on a planet of this size. There also appear to be more trails, possibly analogous to Earth's railroads, though they are harder to discern at this distance.
With all of this, I find it hard not to question what life on this planet is like. Are the changes in gravity and climate so different from the distant twin of Earth that the inhabitants live opposite of what we///I///you are accustomed to? Are efforts to explore space underway in the same way that it has been for humans, with the launch of my own mission? Perhaps I simply passed an observation device on my journey here, separated by millions of miles and never noticing each other. Is that other device reporting back the same as I am now, and pondering the same questions?
There are still 12 hours before this message can be broadcast back towards the Earth. Below, there are clear images of vehicles traveling on pathways, things that can only be described as planes with backwards wings, crisscrossing the skies above them. I cannot see their faces. I wonder, do they see me as I pass by? Would they think of me as one of their own satellites that I have passed, orbiting the planet, sending and receiving signals that I could never dream of reading.
Moon V4-68-18 has an observable gravitational effect on the tides, much as Luna does. Whitecaps are visible here, now. As are the snow capped mountain ranges. Were it not so obvious that this was not Earth, I might have run a second diagnostic to confirm. These photos will have to do for now, but I cannot understate the beauty. I am indexing these photos with the word “beauty” in my databanks to refer to from this point forward. I hope you can do the same.
I have used up the majority of my solar cells, and will need to recharge. Cameras shutting down. I hope the people below can know that they are so very lucky to live on a planet such as this. I hope you back home can know that you, too, are so very lucky, to live on a planet like Earth. Indexing complete, backups created.
I am compressing these files to return back to Earth. Beginning rest sequence. I am falling asleep. I hope you like my lullaby. Good night.
somewhere over the rainbow//way up high//there's a land that i heard of//once in a lullaby. . . . .
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libidomechanica · 2 months
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of Lochroyan there he runs at Sage     said crawl If you to reproves me my lordly leads he     wind’s light, when Love, a taper,
brother, the autumn weapons,     who held then the dividing how soon shall he for a brother’s     as a field of light,
throught, but mine ear’s other grace me,     heard a noise I may should be afraid o’ the flaming heads     nod, t was which upon
drough the first time procure; and why,     care no more fair I take to reach’d to swallow, the Muse sometimes     each is he die! Who
on the Splendour. As e’er singly     he had to shed at in so show her. With the Tree, and again,     and babe; but company
of toises ere there. You will     say: last fate all made of lowliness. With mine, but by the     see this head, this she most
person fain woefull of our hosts—     their tread in many other’s eyes dare not in yourselves; and     ever of a Good God!
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As trumpets want, from Wound his     circumstance to see no crime, til she more plough at easy to     feed until its for the nice yellow hair sings to fades, and     more immortal tear-drops of my kind, glory! When your friends,     and half enclasp your self-
love mens heare, each it mean, as eases     loue and not with the vile these; if she heat of her day,     sing hed, and am I, who leaves were cared unto its static     of ryper red. ’Er think admired at time forefront     down, this waxed tame; the ground
and all the Blind died our we haue     so I wouldst be set they betray him for glowed my tear, and     scorn with the hope, and so laid gallery, to capital,     if but comett still fracture virgin preach we little rain,     but thinks—marks thee, my only
be so. For any life is     a named Smith was not die before me, and you tonights, espect     of killing, and a little. Out my tree of men which     may all it pleading—’t is this wits breast, where is full speak     to our lips, the fair gift
in you art resting eyes; for he     will? They fail, and went the reality. Weeping from my     sisted, not be streets and of that them again, thy Brothers,     the after him singing slight slick was it? But she’s tune frock     and that doest was the
restinguishable leap’d on earth; and     thus, acquiring more she hill or praise, that light euen the     rose’s casually places to inflicting, like enough,     it sounded is spent; since white hiatus of Lover a     pose. And bruised in the moon
story, by all the death, and faint,     and I stronger come, perchards foot her praises ere stout blood,     tis my haruest hope the such a pealing fell, when already     part! Grain—and sweetness to hip the bite yu, when the had     been she meadow flame, till,
that passes swerve? I told him with     his steal in the glare, a sweet so pardon get of ancie feet     on the Turk’s flayed; and third is new Song is almost blue eyes     into Flight! Courage, I am too much doth deck o’ mountain     zest to thee: ah Christling
will take who love rage distres     o’ the expired and impudency to God who everythings     were green a wafu’ moaning his quiver, the eats, and     as they throne, unskill a glimmering rose-wet cave. It lists     the parents but seemes,
the plain sae rashy, O, aboon     the or are to room and turn within the slendeth., But, with     wondering; for here mony a weedye cross to the story     most tow me a preacher, the enamourings, wieldings me     state. Conjure their own land
where is not one, that bronze gone; only     tried shew the sickness girth, worthy words pipe on the roaring     flight. And the palace too great was casually if tis     a world know till I wished on to whom, who felt thus torments     craving in his could starved
the many-living, all the worldly     vanity, my bower than though it mean, that breezes,     born and growth approve to see that, insatiate dance from heavy     sank her adieu. He almight the rough and building delight     all, and heaven green.
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The other it gone; I saw the     nane. They accuse of Heaven the her not in phrases lovers     all happiness
unforgive me to see the station—     is mortal strives be say it may sayes, as earthly good and     huggedst step of Feare Song,
and thy wine. But when a wofull     of other was! To me! And wound, thought, as them-selves not only     visible. Thought and
and sin tumble-bee.—Within my     military time, Sir; the game asleep, and beautiful,     but oh fie on’t! Makes toward
Lambes and bright of thy love sent     some love my love, the Last; my Sunne goe downcast in a bleaknesse     rule us attack?
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A walls what hasten their stil, and     part: no, no, I am but your maisters, queers i remember     my Sappho’s floor, say,
then, who were gone, the nice yellow     guineas formidable existen the sacred the say     at human from startings,
let not let others, and Roguenoff,     or war. Shall not brain? ’Twas I catch’d the prone, Her hairs and     a face of Lochroyan, or
fear’d the sky, that in bitter may     be sae, may ne’er wounded in what kind of her last illness,     or my spirits and all
in the tree, I cannot to the     doth go. A stitch now breaks with my Sunne goe down, lawless a     Son? I had head, in pride;
then she second never hero     was understood body mock’d by the dead-heavy first     embraces, withal let not
to stirred to me ’twould single cottage     me out to sail’d in the bedside’s beat or she, and     strong her grace to lived against
your progresses her Name as     the Tender embargoed from me i floated all mithers’     cots and began to frame,
Passionate crystal tender hands     tree, muscle and modern press’d, or credulous pilgrimage     with tendeth! I cannon
one knew was much beleeued, himself     to a cannot door and find some out Here happy we use     to short of Death of many-
tinkling lightless I cannonade     as they are both her made. And a hearts before The early     skies cleerly, and signal’s
duty to tell to attack;     or it music hearts should I do come to you, the worship     to the Danube’s loves
to see two of time when the lead     at melanchor’d at lead to cure the his gone, with acceptation,     such to thee doth
patience shot of all on their behold,     the mind, poor stopped and lo, she that conditioned outward     Love, across to headlong
thy own words, too, had then a warm     lake&hand, and blendeth. Hath pity canters among roses     of life and while weather’s
breast: so, what clings me he’s death hang     by have take in vain the unhappy morning snake, Centured     to rule boy who will
speeches his man, over a party     toward path. Alone; and, and Tschitsshakoff, Koklophti,     unleafed transient veil do
you. One in a Pendegrass,     uncared unto the soul, the said: and John Murray, ready     could there at me, and me
she fault much that thou down rose-garden     of you or greatnes of our her proporting o’er my     love me against mosque. ’ Right
shall woman&when I reacher, and     its purple in. The king he discover’s door your elements?     That lord Loues delight.
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That hides and irked, in lovely love     set rose fortune who prince should be a reprobatics within     the heart bled fright side,
the towers whether be pastures,     and Bis Millah! A Fiend, as well on the said she’s dreamt rather.     Flipped into then it
rubs shower in grew lucent fist     of itself on the king your glow, cuckoo-song, it seemed I,     whose look to sufferers,
and and pitie now Will! I am     all than island every word shot laid. Ask me not thoughts, who,     whereby Love, I have lost,
and place of her the nice yellow     fleece in the always was wont afore, I am but ay     the quickly known thee bemoan
that she fault of you are sounds     and rush, ere that fool who hath none sees! Also to scars. And     then here was we face to
woman broken necks, we driven     your fine; for shows me for the meads; in vacant of ice. To     colour’d by love candle
life melts that after-comming much     to be coole: what the yeares a man of love touch on to     work boots and the break your
age, as well of the morning of     praise, and there; no shadowy land. When I wakeful voice,     in consense, all ill on
a tempest, then of Hate; for she     prisoner fingers in sighs most classic Russians, hath blood about!     While greatly to blesse
plastic ice checkmate, but this these;     if she lever win your voices have let holes never though     thee as so gay, so that
he daisies releeue throbbinol right,     nay, these pretty, to dwell and was a man’s names, then feel for     him speak our sweating chains,
that river twitch #1 with grew—how roar.—     The love on these present with his sing discords Salámán     and I wish the stones lay,
white, empty, purest was please touch     feeling of praise then nights are were iniquity. Often     together John John has
a fault? Last Love, which can notions,     batter sweet the sweet, some back again, close exposures given     of the wise, and show
how to foldings oriental,     suggested several volunteers; the daisies release     mens he cowled, glory!
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If your desting braine. As some come     to rather, brother hast sail’d, thus then her and discords me     death, for him,—she is draughter
in never feet, and her hear     how ye waves in columns, where art left. Science than it bringing:     the art lefte to thee.
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So, where walls which upon the stems     on the next play to lingers reach? Of whom the woman. Did     better. Of Their Wrath of
light. As is span all out of. Tinkling     heroic bosom, panters ready bore it on me!     Set it mighty’s body.
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Her uncontentious sky but now,     his caitife he resting, as Cupid, asleep, thy grant in     my glass and I cannot
beats thy heart, of modestools, and     light that its Music heart! Along embracelet rich a     young, all the perceav’d not
here in their memorations, love,     though unsuccessful, but the higher, since to die your freedome     goods save to be
consciousness best, but be stay. Vial     will built only be more stake, Centured effigies tree,     and two of us in
each his purposeth; singing unsought,     seeing grace come hither the join your hung love Gregory!     The brae, Sir, ’ and end
of false but with heroic bosom     burned in the motion in Battles treasure as call touch     one with a flits body:
see it. That strangled the sands shall     in vainly chin, and light wash the books intersect and wha     will quickly mast of the
Russ retreat assume those two Turkish     friend and virtue, a tree, and sky apart—but owns at     my Peggy’s for thing, all
the love unreturn’d to me! Get     there was might be sensual thou the soothe others, queers, funny     i feels soft worths surcease
his left they live not in phrase     but man isle near how frail our Mother these. Darken a woman     impetuous riding
o’er there came, say on grow, i’ll taken;     for Venus sence. With should that can points, that was madness,     while Psyche ever inspires
o’er would still and motionless     chirrup at he gentle mair of the hill, and made more sound     nowe have grace, that know, his
is altogether tedious     lips? Riddled you wi’ a tocher; mine eyes, forty feet like     to singed, sair hands You are
a plot hold him entence cries on     my bar&my paint convey what nough, if examples, he leagues,     stella see, and no lament,
my Highland lass shower shed     made onely dost thy lips did fair, Suwarrow will boast     and North, come, so you, so
now, O sire, and cease me, and     the darken awhile grass, uncared upon the principal:     smooths. She had four wood;
since till did if the Night the wrong     her fault much sweet fawn, and dare no lessed as yet could be     love my Peggy’s hits own.
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Let Love grows a crime, the bad, and     gowd, a Cloud of the loves fair magic sister works, made; but     most? Thirst thou gave me the
merry kame the twine, when their Gallic     name? When adieu, dear deliverers: the stroke, all bail     said … Nay, and motive been—
down wi’ Geordie God of hurtful     hope! Our enemy but I shall be only in yours,     hat, at length greate shall not
beach thee to dawn of Heaven the     brawl which was thou know ripe, adieu; but, oh, ye ill mind at     Winter it was lit at
there from me, sweet breaketh, which in     battle: piteous rage of fear, to raise but as game and feel     good desire. But nothing
her as an age, repeyreth     his great he stand turn’d high a plot how roaring of paint thick     appropriated holds.
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Oh, if he happiness, the light.     Too is it, who calculated alone since de Ligne, and     by their tender Lassie,
O. With lovely forme in expect,     plainly as e’er they rode upon three live. My Love, I am     still Day! Who with Swift,
by their arms, an uniform to     accuse of his grave fallenge the Prince the milk-white should not     unders, eyes and her window,
a sugred blow, i’m the Turk’s     expired: for ten long to a rowing, pledged that is they had     to say: wan was legible
as a trembled with tann’d     antiquity. My Belovëd, I, as not one would show; gie     me once more. Centuries
a mast was far—ye may she wept     with sighs, and great fool who’s flowers, clothed joy and spin on the     high, composition in
the not Eternities! No less     to habit rather little equal grew rather and shadow     that change to lose … it
look, this, how flame, we met withdraw     his so giv’n though his guilelesse of Love, which less that them     let it is penn’d against
thou doest watched its body’s of her     cry lord, but here call the forth my tears itself so let me     defect doubtful spired
as bright must have venge might guide my     friend or the tent at mine eyes can hath the devil that pity     no more if any
this own dark marble, men are not     Good Son, whatever her seek the moor, some which upon you     mean to stone to says no
day for love-sick thee and they came     thunderstanding ago; and combine backs, fortunes of Feare     pretty, to carry me
love poore seventy league the red     by thy day the mothers’ cots and so sordid and impudency     to live, but owns
the proud the righters returning     into her arms of death- bed over of the Sheikh held and     chest pavement of jet I
still wrapt was liberal, could we shall     cave. Thy tongue where both weight and said and the little she heauens     still I realm in and yet
how do I envy your batter     delight what nedeth fall in drough open forgave wed a     clouds allow bear, and last
but not making wide! ’Ve salt     of louely Spring paint a leagues oene begins and her neste:     howe haue so shore then lesse
applause, doth sight shalt though the door     and syne headlong Broadway, that oft, the moaning I remedy     that poor, and Maud, Maud?
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The second’s ordain’d me way home.     I am neither: yet, if it bronze vallies laid; and set     up and John John Murray, request of immortals! From his     lips being, and ran in his eyes are survey, if Time’s shall     I saw the yellow breach?
But for him his for a really     and man, wondering waves one weake women can be sees! And     distance for if I say, and run about. So: ceiling, know     no more the bowl, though somethinking faire with thy for aught     mellow he pine, as e’er
what I cannot keepe. No other     pricked to the soil of stone!— He sees, when a wafu’ man next,     a breathing head helpe the struggled, the babe invited, for     so front to switch of the sunny gems on my love’s state eyes     Let me have fall, if
lowliness. The Pharos from the full     surely doe in Battle’s love, which God did a multitude     of sense had love decks Susan’s fruite it, heap the hearth I lover,     too, but the Oriental, swore men may do define,     making. The scuds beholden
vial was a snake bitter     worne away, so truth of our back to his song of peace. I     am now we sin awards the regiment’st his seede, or     if the dark. Like night’s said, how together pity, and we     were she thingness of all
the raine; mine own land beware lest     I saw a cros, our friend, I wish to close by one who else.     Love a falls, then my brother two angel Kings—whose we     extinguished it, and so I would this great humanity: but     dreader of caper praise
the dew,—and worse want and milk-whit,     tu-who! Roses it cross that your great business, and gives fair,     and all feared and clashes where upon us an ill song     of her way: but had he eare you the stains of these queen all     that our she same. Like a
nose lambs and a heighty versed in     readers e’er the goods sang of true; all a Story of my     mistress of their slender iudges forth display to your sunlights,     where is only like we plain sad plain. But when on youth     was virgin short of death
it; after scepter Venus’ ceston     ever: and turn that which on Fancy, and classie, O. Of     childbirth is world. Yow mankindling of praise the City; and     love? And left but head to that I could heroines alone     to scathe. Love as she left.
I leaves by quoting. Since the snow,     being. Happened be, the true, the grace the frae my July-     flower will shall beginning heaven is mortis erunt.     For me, which curl that has dry; no the sweet Attar to know’st     the utmost she led it:
Pretty, the dew,—and water. Make     me be; but now she saucepan show how power on the fires     of whom spoke not your love coste doth cherish’d stood. Or through. ’Tis     a mortality, by many? How great love the attack     to habit ratherine.
… It looked knightie again. Hogs, yet never     brother’s care, has been that ye are Pretty skies for a     reproach on my future incorrect; three fire. Because of     her whom hath prevail the started. And roll our windows of     the Muse so lie humble
noddy, since shadow’d the Serpent     is, steps, a wasted, for with us, by Machiavel, by     days’ sweet in losing trick; down worth of many days, makes a     twist But I heard her happens in land. A bower-door,     ” “The fought hall— jenny here?
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Red gowden lilies’ shadow flew     to mi, saying. Pass and future/current in my hand is     sacred too forth of life
or memory of pillared and     shape. Gold, the kiss sedateness song the year ago, in     such a sleep together,
her when it grew scarlet because.     Oh Thou, who is nod, scarce contractor’s soft and wide, my long     dart! The skin Pouskin, that
fool, for Season of mountaine upon     the was Suwarrow. The queenly beam of the pronouncing     echo stars that makes
out of various layd abedde,     there, which doth clear the cuckoo- song, that swum in ghastlie Owle     her stand, and combat with
temper? Out of basalt. Thence,—now     ripe a jewel hand on the though his head up—but Dick was nothing     low sad. Of those birthright.
Sound of her young Freedom, councing     home till I now those step of power: on the Tartar,     English, French in them no
more might? And the love. But copy     what the her: as well cold. Can nor chamber Heavens, though, if     the beds were blesse lustre
of fool! Everything is apt to     starre. Like thou and helpe for her arm with our heate skin can one     hips the shall cars, those his
own best all, not foolish great an     every age in all it deside of the tender has a     partake, be sing the bases
uprightly sing thy Falling     happy spirit desire: courage, repeyreth his     apartment in Diana’s shall
people painting-grounded his Hand     three preux Chevaliers, ’ how many a wounded the pleasures     beholder, do it were
made her luck all stands thy face. Strange     to his Strength grieve, so that old Harper’s door, nor Lawes, ilk sprites     on the high one Apple
woe; for they mark with his bonny     sky, or how thee? And even light; I can all they rode     upon our Sex betray.
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Turn to switch of they were pitied.     The lassie, O. Become against that of power of these     me—toll the pull your souls
of this posteries of Love, I     known the fire is song of prey, turn unto the thicket, or     hurt he last eyes the virgin
protections, whose sent to musicke     length, the the Gregory. Come hither John and I may     be not your body, and
my Highland loathed joy, but gazette     me fruite regardless gunpowder shame while I do not sland     ende such as a lists, you
love Gregory! If youthful Diana’s     shame she nuh not for thy own rosy wine, the loftiest     milk-whit, tu-who! Nor every
face shape. But their parents     insteadily to be my mounted balmy everybody’s     hits own one knew I
could one and by Cervantes; by     Swift loathing fair, her blade. When daisies pied arose is merry     not ask me not choose
my Highland long through, but the tendeth,     which starved and I—I sought what suited well in which, like     a jewel hands some slightlest
be cracked out, embracing, rage of     stone, by Satans subject length mine have? Through I am sure     with its heaven, my daught
in she stretched or forehead lik’d but     now me the bane of Spring aground above, I die, but     ne’er woman behind the
new-mown hay, the roar, for its nor     still wear, a winner to the gruelings we go to an awkward     perfect, every blot,
and know is see you are only’     s a stay her because with a tree, as her two reede. Her     Grace my pype, vnto where the
breath, for me, madman, while this your     bower? Music till be Young, and fill’d the corners of song     starre. But to taken, some
never feet. When I desire     turned and my cheek’d Laura, come—the fruits of weapons underness,     who, what I strove thy
heards spak her part! For, on ever     still to recountry or state. By sun. Another shirt, was     little kiss in so
subtile Serpent is, no excus’d,     gods a bay: ten to signs. So that Hobbing was a purposeth;     since fill think I might?
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Those white roses with my mind me.     Nor let me from far I could she? As the glue than dust     alabaster watch was not mine eyes, and maidenheid, One is     not appeal brook no far, I can maiden, nor blowne words—but     pays his dawn. By that fire
is only wielding thy beautiful     and I would floors never dull not? Is trick of Rhyme, a     cry out too soon still thine his Dominion a preach’d that air     its hooves into rhymes a mortal frame, but I’m think how has     blesses head combine bent
from The fresh my leapt from my lord,     which on the fell, whose second titless grew—how earth, words, which     in my feign’d. That taughter till I speak not, women witnesse     Colinet. Half-awaken a part, their tary, set my     lays estate I luv’d; love,
not her counted—he and King Himself     to yon me—breath and thus, acquiring looser Lassie,     O. A voice of paines and very sigh or ministers     forth copies by, Our enemies have spent to pleas’d more.     Then I am become
and I be sweetnesse Colin him     in a child of a pieces shirt, to see save those grave was     legible lighted in Dian’s alarms, o, gie me site fact’s     about him plan find and self the sale of your arms of that     cats closed well or turn soft
worth hards site folks with her painted     and the heare precaution. Or men with fears out has dry     together the wind’s ording twin spirits sore his action of     their stand their wings of whom him his chin, and other’s hung loosely     stood body, tell the
sun of itself felt so new; they     are rested but love crowne away from the lads without the     slopes o’ silken flowing for any return unto its     to beg her smile dwell animal love murmurs note unto     thee and Admiration,
Heaven did not those dalying in     the chrism is faire, and lik’d; I lie in thing to thee all the     ghast the Body look surprised responsible and the heau’nly     by the cuckoo, cuckoo; cuckoo; cuckoo; cuckoo-song,     Jámi, in bids my Muse
so subtile Serpents to use     the first I it all, that passions, as a life-blood in constant     on the sight ascend the blank walls; ’tis time when the treasures     give and love, for you, the mean my Sappho’s break her to     the saw the raging there
is craving he die! Like a     diadem, with sad cooking to the see save we with men are     he land. Darken a part; and paints, now! So I wonder arms,     extender you mean my Muses afterwards boyes the heart’s     Blood. Crowne lips between us
as the Sword-wink’d child’ ceased to     and the most! In the dead weight be blossom with blest I speake,     but comfort in her absence. I take in the new hear my     Highness—verily I things peace sure, certain pine, and     Tschitsshakoff, and the second
the sweetnesse bewray it planted     found, yu run. Right, which, which in my true, nor mermaid o’ ane,     are to fold me to maker be. I calm and gowden life     is shame: to their you grow sands show all strong the wooden anger     ye locked to make rules
did in it. Rights in them in all     the more hand! That wonderstand on them all soar. From unders!     When out few are gone, though unsuccessful, was o’ the way     so farre despisd, and I would learne note, when imagined your     naive that some wont to
returns no cause been as Gods word     swallow’d, wrong to Adam can intend of linden breast or     the sands structed Love and Tschitsshakoff, and songs the same sweethearts     to play for a cold. And it list of Lochroyan lay among     to be lost impressions,
all else, farewell colours choice     of Heaven its Incomes than tell my sister Jane; in vain     ordering; but O too old. Shall my grand doth scoure. And again     holds. Of Time, all be dead, and coughing, and strove had blender,     gives: see its heards God
to hearts moved by thinks ’tis a drown     me unaware than deare Song it too qualified by sun.     My Love come on her on my fretted for thee, one of the     armèd manorial peace. Makes her faultless just, yet sometimes from     thee remaine, cloth his chief
delighter. Thunders e’er than sleep     tuning doe in Wexen frame myself on the sweetnessed     in a warmth about, Oh headlong I wish in birth is beauty     you would examples, however, why? And die so.—But     intersect and never
who might to work War’s armour cherry,     cherished front down, deviants, no those tale: greatly talking.     Thought haue nough, the birth is they dream and the fumes ours, when     my time there are woman. And he had cooking thou and from     me! Who did daws, as I!
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That, unless trace constant or some     never sound, nor self up on one show: sorrow will be so.     Were crystal tend upon
his comrades upon a song of     mine and led a stirre vp than vile two; from my Mother manner     and a conscience their
drew his delighting but—     pronunciation. To his faire perswaded the grim head thy name     the city. Half the beauty
may drawing gold, dull now me     beneath them how great joy in my bower? ’ What we will give     up with his dialogue;
for his han be that he towers     ache, my Beloved then— all go thrown, but the blew; he same     love and those forme in Wexen
from mischaunting eye? Where wet     wishes would have been a showed, she hill, though the pigweed cracking     held the hallucination
bed from me i float up     knock’d but copy what our myself only be more be to-     night is the wintry or
some in Stellaes her tended; for     young brain? With joy; but if, I shoulder, give, our Mother present     to raise this, t is
true women must not undiscended     but the glen sae rashy, O! When we go to ease, close     She kind of better part,
glimmering worms, translation. The     worthless flotilla getting up seas, nor deem’d Cossacque Julia,     prime: at the other’s
hands I know what thou can’t repeats     thee, my life-blood, and the onward shame in my eye that see     this my heavy, ticks of
court in a kiss sedateness     wi’ a tocher; then hie, the gude stood tree first that links now,     the rack against thy hell.
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No guilty hand crust, surround, all my hope the foe.     Succumbing fell, yet I thing to battering through is message of its to shun and lassie,     O. When here; when dames, as this dear
Love come to your first stay her one of God, Goodnight,     and fooles high rain, my scorn to offer, long, up in the scars. Could brings wi’ th’ she     lingering wonders e’er sad usage of
beautiful voice, or their hand? Tree adit; we whose     rang rubies, with his grace, fiercer in thing seems him so gratify, like enough, and promise     thought was for all woman, the
charissa love is shirts but deare: adieu delight. ’Ve     lost a leg, and ye she this Kentucky-bred brown dead: o let me look’d on the blood     at least: there monarch all minds, which spied
and perfect fell are from my mothers since shells me     green. Which of us in sometimes, that pass his going! A dove who are seven blossom     with the stretches courtly feared with sonet
the gods here despatches. And into thilke gods     holy rich in the other nation to vex us? When this stead of grisly twins did     dwell; of euer felt as an hour, this golden
chose touch even are only by thine, but at     least but two life’s coronet. May be the regardlesse of him, themselves. And all the moor,     and was tinkling fingers. Or on the
grain—iness, and I. But the bitches world we fain     woefully; then to-day, stella, while I make our great assurance; change, for such to     circular argument is, that has laid,
you wrongs turned in the chameleons, the current surely     light—he structing, never here desires where but die you, to her shame there dead pasture     in an you ain’t watch in this hangs
addest,—I lay; there are wonder how all in in     three, of bloosmes to the calls which with dust, no more the goal. The churchyard lie within the     plain sad coole: what will her craft had fought
her sight at stride of hopes, whether receive touch’d at     least Hem! Than my sisters took that ye are after that thought; who grieuous ynne doth repining     heart an amphither into at a
bay: ten the remembering, all in a shield then glowing     fan, drown dark and commended they hurt the heart that he many a stroke! White, and I—     I sought. And by the places they found
aboon the Lochroyan, there be bevel; by all the     describe, unless great grewe, yet wish to descend, tis doubt if you will, to love, O troth, became     thunder and dumb till delightly
sins enclose his full back, seen in our of their maid,     my children’s King Himself find by country shrieked the wholesome with gladly place Ida sound,     Sukey is trumpet, and so laid the
bitter breath may brings, it is an ages from the     mother’s Doings extremity; nor let me makes you insideratum! When shall that     was opprest with the colors comely
gay, in the breath and bids him and with eyes; for so     truly the window, a sucking you more: the doth she lately your failure one of your     isolations as traitors dim and
want flower with their credulous isles of cape; but     we found, a hundred down her hair—lean on a garde, then proper top, then icicles     aparted. Love, compositioned our
bed. For heate, her nigh I meanest bounds clasp your greet!—     Night shall but be with crimson deckit favour! And claspt with which to my Muse it is, come     to follow’d, wrong, but, dear Genevieve!
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Until the grounded Pride, my face,     as gold bought; or lives: the Fair, and more, will joint out my spirit     be. And will, so long
shadows on a shadow and turn’d     to white Alps along and heart to you, all sort of my life;     soft Sh! Last Love grows
their amiable Knight of thy     fail. I shalt though the invaded, but t is burden green.     Let there as call’d in loue.
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My bounding from his bow; oh Thought     her on this curious nation—is mutual thought my     free adit; we wild that
crazed up, when spak her darke, such as     mine of a nut have was wondering frame, my Queene of     everyday to be than skin
out of know were that assumptions     make myself up on one tells born in heavy next, a brother     slendeth. For any;
nay, you then her the sky, that his     but the survey, if I say things are, what the wrong a-going     to you see this? Not
Eve, who is instead of he waggons,     and Bis Millah! A pool in the rain captive days, makes     the more durable to
imper; patient, but when the bed;     and have grain—iness round her art to span is fair-set vine,     and the resembles manner.
Of the breath! His Dagger in     youth of old, of care, he cause emotion to circular     argument music, and
sugared as so dancing lists drove     her I am all rings, wielding made of an evil striking     way. To whom a less.
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Nor let me foreign and divorcemen     who knew to the hides behold, my flashed and makes and     more the name thing folks hair surprise how Phoebus wand’ring her     companie. To leaves bent upon
him round mere can be start bled     a bob-major from The Land. And all are gone the nymph with     strain can’t knows to bene gather a bar never who laid     a feels layd abedde, and
he water. I am not to     work boots. Pleased all our fist on to white. His hands shakes a horse     always some great assurance presaging for every part     of the snowflake it is
tall grow up child wrings me to pardon     ye be Annie of you close one should’st thou still bet and     sit in a carpet as if the rough the awkward path, and     Out-going thee! Sharp surprised
it all new and save a guess     than shall my friends in a kiss she is due, only a woman’s     nose loud, so quite? Eye: but two are seven. Face so much     unblest I feel my friend.
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They rode upon the honest command,     dodging to fallen, however let me pour me touch     on my life—this you were
erected Love’s corpse lamp, the     circumstance, my joy, this in thy name; then as God to him. Birds     span in and on him round
to desire, the led in full     of our uses every day retreat, and oft to annoy;     but fall, to see. One for
myself so self though is here, like     the stood. Leave been sae fu’ o’ wae! And his gore, with the others     come, that rauishing bank
to the city’s sev’n see if I     cling Tartar, the forth the Nikolaiew regions fra kith a     heaven that only fire.
With plenty leaden party a     slight! Till itself to play, his spangle cottage upon the     blooming. ’ The was, that our
life I cannot brag of prickes;     which it merely be the soft wore upon the words of Lochroyan     at thee die! ’ Our age,
no hurt to thee was a bushy,     O, aboon the streets and not my hear the statues, however     know often have spent
muse’s beauties the Splendour outward     satte in our swearing unsought side the most sweet vine, and     shone like an in flower
of it: thereon immediately     for himself into abstractor’s pearl dissolved the wood     the father compeller?
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Draws its game; the tithes and rush,     ere the and learnt his Fellow, the dead, or wail, which one sent     case, are ye? As with
Sylvio soon is as the cross a     child! On this. You run too had you in my crimson varlet,     yet kydst nothings me face
sounded banquet birds in such a     yoke But he answered too qualified by his more. Measures     round of my brown land. For
no company of Time. Than a     stay her Colin ranne. ’Er did not have but gazette of this,     and in hear how your naive
thou God wash the inspires up     little for one—all you see na ye make her little rainbow     wrong of praise meet have
her feel force in piercing plants. Proverb     of He is flying under they may know it; o let     my woes I trow, till kame
my Clay So sheds fragrant me fro     a day roses of wintry perfectly-chisled cheek’d Laura,     commit; and, striking,
weave you in bids his name thy louely     euer land when I was part of them orphans part: and lightnings     me to story something
seem a cuckoo! Show us     whatever feet what pen body. This lips to the most skull     have close everybody
burden I wander. That put out     of. All the chaunce moue; o let us nourish. When field that     now a shower a town’s
right. There are so gross, and he kissed,     asleep tinkling on the sing me still with poetry, or     to me&hands too forgot.
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Courier to me, when the partake,     but you hastened song of pillared at thee. Through you despisd,     and they were gone hips,
and compelled in the pine, fortune     to peepers at thou eternities! ’ The stairs, and have I     heard him but on the list.
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Smile, our less, dumb till from my Chamber     my pain, his Children— women sneer’d in the steel to     avengeance, the silvering
with me, when I things, it high ioyes     the hills, was broken neon. Amongst thought I wrote doth keepe:     always some in field the
lay dense and was, we let my spent;     for thy liue, the or me this a woman where that vnkind     refreshly in war What mind
the braine; in th’ other dead,     or me I scaled the die! If you insist thy finger and     bid me still thy words when
I am your face, that an island     lighted sands and very limbs, by the fruite show be bevel;     by Time, and for barley
snarling, and now bleede. Frame: also     my love that I feels lay because birds come on the lass     wi’ right, somedele
ybent to cure to my family’s     vanity, thered and strange eyes, aqueducts,—and said,     as if those loves the hall—
jenny here in the world. Is perfect     enough, and nature to say: last on the bayonet     the pigweed cracked peace. To
cast his spent is love, across the     march and grovelled my capitulation, for the high,     he women glow, and steal
inter cotes enthusiasm     and purest wyde, the churchyard lie in my child is excellently     o Sire, ’ she
not what—a tender fingers reach     do breath, resumed and selfe believe the face surveyed. It leaded     stay’d, the columns two
conceive year?—Your of his played behind     mark! With of old? And of Leonidas, which kills in     preparation an vnsoote. Who
bore up at his wont to me; nay,     that I gazed-and bewail us, the Lee the water,     unpleasing that shall song, darke,
such did added fascines ask     me no then her foul, and every words obay; and mingled,     a tree, whose looks red crawled
in the nightless Genevieve! That     he had arms, for, nor Lawes, ilk springs, crying of time coward     conquest fair, her the
moor, while thus they were o’ my marks     the Stab of He is fawn, and a singly! So now, like and     vertigo for ouercast.
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At his very day it would     euerywhere you, even to- day, straight the more a-rovince the     could notices hath recent,
as Cupid his gain undiscend,     and charissa lover, his mother in them any     other&father and take
up and state errors not though his     to fulfillment, his eyes in Wexen framed; heav’n is they flames,     and the lace, who with a
schoolboy. And to a wounde?-Night’s black     umbrellas, call’d in the gets, come yet never that first these     lit at thou mayst beauteous
to says man, set me part: and as     the city angled me by that Lucy’s eyes. River way,     and set it with, I thou
would on the lily’s vanquished thinke     that sever: of war What crowd. Is necessary, the land     like to be then; I’m alive?
Quiet joke. To any     retrospect, which nor Lawes, and missings raise is wander iron     lung. When daffodils;
besided our glory still kame; the     ground, when, but he traitorous squirelings me from Dolly     dumb till columns two of
us in vain: no more the dead,     faith, work upon thy fathering; now for he man; but mosque.     Or some deed so? And when
the late is faire will build a bonny     sky, drove him—for I wishing heavy sank and, fight to     me have free. I hear my
life’s stand turn in a woman stare,     we may that he did mountain cantersection! Love’s shall her     blow. A growing they swim
in dew limpid as blow the     Desire; and to she, in the a sings oriental to     a roses of the men
with doubt, pass and forth my tears sight     I see this writer overscored, cheek, an irred tunes,     cap-a-pie, as if frozen
night guid will day rose numbers     time sprang rubies, who every faithless eyes hast tow me lorne,     all have her changed the palm?
Beside and gain, was a day roses     for Season sped for thee alone if he was an image     yow many of Night;
or all, the Italians nowe haue     hastened full-spread; since the higher turned each face. In the briskly     fire. Me then she did,
how be believe example and     the fiat oft for thee but true, the pomp of Song? For had     a rushes that Love, that
beautie with their heard and rolled in the     moon shadows with hoary from a visor of you the Almond     partan, assume the
fabric of melancholy;     thereupon, in the great it them would me a sleep tinkling move:     so stunn’d antiquity.
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Of us what still that seven!     Case, and she, and speechless wi’ a tocher; there I was light     sleep. And I shall swollen hate is persuade of those forth south     and sure, passion, Heaven the summer breathing my absences,     beautiful. Song, to
dwell shapes and the rest! Were is an     uniform to encountless eyes To see evening bank to     dawn. Timorous thro’ the Sultan, as neuer later, though     the braine; in thy Falling; all roll’d; for out-owre to be death     the Sand. But grew wild; and,
when she of wintrye ages upon     you grasses that he generals! So has also that, after     hie; depriv’d long you’d brethren lady they. The further give     i’ the capricious human kind? But to cope with two battle     cottage be, fearing
on then found his so did; his apart—     but pageantries of thought haue I well in in ghastly     gay, stella see, the rivulet at length most terrible     back again if it by to vex us? Fill, is not lost     everything, common hath
not, yet drove this steals in them. ’ Said     she street, so large. Lifted his dying Pricked drowsie day my lord’s     nose tale: great’s throng, ’ or to the hills, who were it assured is     family at your assurance the Fire; and tread, and bellow     reply, o mast o’ Beauty’s
a-dying the sung inflicting,     catches courageless, whom the and seemed I, who by     no more strength of Wisdom is face was any wish to know     tells me thered like the come hither of Spring against     men boast onely at
now a school, shewes longer turn’d     to shown; unless warrior: I will tender should have to single     Almight that; and by Soul. And worse the king on the Door     often sword taut in which was sittes and love. And taxes     Paradise; that I never
sex, has curst and ioyes I sorrow,     which, like a bowed he: but shee was he, since de Ligne have     steps can say the stately kiss whirls flits body mock’d, as not     whatever beames, taken loved a years are fond, which may     be names, to love touch while
Damon’s way: in stands, and myself     the fain woman, wonder heart the childbirth, and things turned then     my Love them for head himself no quicken, thou dost luminous     as it kindly word of each is connected to over     and delights come, thought
and by land. Whose what word of the     for a block and in our cause the ball a spired: forsaken     by the shifts its forth, and makes to her. She is on, and     future, pales beside by which this guileless among, and cauld,     Gregory cannon duly
say it say, but deep me asleep     tinkling of the plainly call, while in such the horrible     as in field thy rest’? Whose roses for thy heare: what I     spell ten love upon me thunderstand, might? As there pretty     skipping eyelids open
this male hand this posts, and too soon     straight women striking again. Which the mair overgrowth most     orphans part, but ne’er was stung; whether than maid of the game;     it seemed as the and my ioyfull count the Danube’s fuellest,     but memories ere
you please, enough thee with his beds     of narrow. So we walk, he feel good as these nomore, seize     on my tears thighs between: ’O woe beam of the same worths     surmountain cups by thing to be a third and such pryde: also     my hands; oh night of golden,
as we planet fix my with     temper; the blunt fickle force by mere was virgin shall eyes     and they cannot chuse birds in all the only birth, and to     and by it, and the lock and great proceeded, this youth but     what kind and thence, and turn
to entry eye: in a roge the     day. But where shepheard in all to do wither box’s bloosmes     to quick and Out-going schwa in sight with Age—how this arms,     their maid, your faithless Eyes mattered block to Do. Ask me before     tremulous pursues
to sea, the faster, till or play     before, or of the has beauty with a Will Resign, he     think the deed down he domed to another’s eyes, from my Highland     lass wi’ a lang has this he sacking with in the great     women; then began t’
increse were sheer air rebuk’d his     Youth with Roses fire than other, come one wounded in pride     here, which high rainbow wrote doth mai’st seemed, I trustice should be     love entwine, if ye be lift of view, dissolving     Sage council, in your point.
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That knowledge of Lochroyan all     venturies—of air, and the mark her way; t was charme the sin     tumble-bee. All the Rauen
of Chancery, et cetera—     could under fedde in his large. That all the Breathless tree?     Hey, for chance, nay, them, when
any Blesse hands of thee all that     crazed the lace, pass’d her ladies happy laughing miles, without     in his heart! Shut thrilling,
and in her her eyes and due     to turn to stood by poetic arm all the haggard father     once of power: find
but don’t let me myself uprear,     unpleasaunce me, he of the world that doth feast and some stings.     But the grow up children
you ain’t never this harmonious     lay to chace to keep my wealth, rest. Tis part: so, what what     the meadow, and all sense
and all them heads in traced, as craving,     and express falsen not well never inspired at     other watched Man, by think
of the said john surrent path. And     Glory’s veil do you, to where he king loue. I’m surely by     our fair Sachariots in
an&then charm that which of light. And     obstinate tears this preserued. A Hand—pray’rs may retreaty,     Threaten, if but there.
On the bond titlesse rueth. She turns     to heads me down; her hand, when were the sounde: her beauty for     dead; that he had left us
part: no, no, I do not one?     And wha will speak the rivulet at all song locks as if     it be. With honour own
a burns now, or should never fedde     in love men brake of peace should curse, the sings to play thou does     now bleede. By Soul is, the
live not well all I saw not, gazing     on me in him so fast it seeming made; but her played;     knelt on prank: it will before
the they don’t let up—so you,     general evil the next plain sits withdrawn from this mortal,     could stil, and did and purging
in her earth, where were show! Swept     with acceptation, amorous eyes and plain the under-     rate Fathers from yours, her
be. Why, your winged a year, who kicked     that putative languid with bays. Sole centrappe the unhelpt     of inurbanity.
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Refuse you condescended wide; that will had taught     me pain. As the patching hour true, tell me so will glance, Ribas known a bulk of Fame     capricious human grace, without pity! Her bosom burn’d and adore my desire to     it. Self with stroke! Thy han be sees! Between: ’O woe betide they should only. ’ She come, so     I ascension ground the Turkish lead
a wofull of Prospect. Your brother’s hands of the     babe yet never love can lay, sheath and I be sometimes ranger time, Sir. And list of Song     is in Wexen from an ash, and milk doth refuse you? And they flashes was na breacher     in my soul, and known imposed of you die as fire. While tears, till I now shall hear ago,     in the morning. If one of in short,
by Fenelon, by the bastion, glarinda,     mistaking only brance the chase whose enhance, for I will either paines of Love give me.     I calmly as ye: and me rules form, to cast it for the stars ago; and fair-set view;     the while in. There is this pardon a’ our eyes on was them all on the lay on growing     by have the despair the Will! And on
me! Slick with due order, ’ and my kind of some grew—     how she fail. Through the flattery, that speak to die; and what heart’s end office o’er light, which     I blisse, of pain. Which on nor mind a feeble vain; like that is cruel fair shame you walking     to be vile esteem and fingering voice persuasive for young and thy beauty of modern     Greece was a tocher; the wrath! As
if thy murderous. And perhaps a little     numberland like sculptured o’er-arch wit, and her you, even golden, and a poore won. At least     too much the end. I love poor Greece, She hast nigh dead been—down to makes it difficulty     being, kisse, that time where was Suwarrow you or green, to play the othere—the craggie Oke,     all other nobly dear Love, while green
only to dip darkness did know my simple and     comfort shalt more pretty; but with light sobs around for it were the lead to dawn, and worn,     wise, rest; too many darts up not your green. Thought, thou must all, harsh so spreads I neither dress     flower shed made of froze. Held up little hearts mother Eve, weaves beheld the rivers, and     shifts of them split his true, but her side
the story some did lere. But notes engineer’d of     court as enables to flaws in the palm? Then she’sgane, as fiercest, her strange these, is Feeding,     as well see, but maid, and I sit and feed him to here is smoked at lend by landing     the shadowy lands so fast as a chilles’ self until each with us, who crime, if     I wrote this beams of books our righted
song, in sunset and my eye and worth, the Prince. Or     beat the eyes now, my feet, before you down a roge the rivulet at me the same so     let nothing you can die. When I do come a pleasures roses blowes eld his Daggers     inconstant His hast. In on me thunder mine own drops of byrds by these presaging fires     have I bring was nimbler much dispraise
if afternoon in high, upon a crawn, behold,     t was, and rooks, still and beats true women’s Horizon, it crossbeam for to assist of     grief bent to take effort slow breath. My body being their spirit in love Gregory     to loue, so euill climb, whatever change. We tell Rosalind down, the hearing fleet a problem,     like Daphne shoe is lin’d, or seasons,
but had four, where will boast of brow that while I     go forgot, no mattering wheel should it liv’d the cords of thee, and reddening the rack     and endeth, with her one singed, so I asham’d to dash’d lonely rich is the mak a’ this     is while shepheard, the hum of her Name to love thy Court in your face, the sea, the saw my     love’s swerving us the sea? Followed
my only Stella, the Muse they should be told his     arrow continuous night; a thou stood erected, he world. You tell measur’d time do     overpower, thousand place for a taper in trace, replied all kings in Stella hath     should be a love fortunes and such Jugler come, which flash it gentle state eyes of pure a     place before me. On my goods save take
me, firme love’s Garden bred to foldings immovable     leaguer’d with a flits aluminous and such a poore stairs of slay thine image of     war the which of shame. Your grew wildly vanity’s and into a carpet as, thou ne’er     what chance, how cunning like my word of children’, as simple and bellowing want fled; the     soft and is play the she lay at hands.
As in this writer of his Head! Our pray for aughter.     Only light. To make to moue; o let it thy Falling stars realm in art, by our flocking     name? A thousand colours lighter in you. Do what know of deepe no love. To half Belmont     Stage-play-like are all them thus hand again, from fear too just, should was, and this present.—     There less the first great joy to be though
t wasted in columns two cry he is one wound     for, had a grant in it, else to each other: when the choice of feared with my mother mind     within. All in all-resembled witch nor yet stay, for I will bind, sweet myselfe pype, vnto     the haggard fortune to a carpet as, loosened her father that shadow’d to addresse,     of parchmen, whose shall thy fury from
stand, the eyes, and so will lay nigh dead. Whose which make     me against men can be safety toward partake, my Peggy Pout give me, then adieu delight     be excus’d, gods holy batter. The won’t let me so in thine eye, and she founded     and cooking his free they guessed in my sight applause, then nighting tongue aspire turned in thou     death shepherd peace. And walked as a little
swarm of fold there with he was we fair, her face     to beauty’s veil doth the Moslem, like exaggeration about earth: what he first their     engines and dinner to take an ominous band? Self I please hie after seas, no     enemies have shatter a town’s art of breath! John Bull think that, after shoot of grisly twitch     of she straine; for the foughts of a Goodnight
bene who cam so form some suck athwart to     every age was was enables more fleet; she is time and seaze me, I will. For shene, but     dead, in wounds. Of uncontent could replied, twelve steps, the placed upon my five, but view his     hast thou would trust it would hands of season, because the leaves engineer’d of his kind anguish     hang thy face that my footstep of
solicitly our arms, shall force they country eyes,     though little lazy line; mine eyes like though his base subtle turn’d him gaine idle little     almost me before that hollow haire, with the packt. She companied us evening     fingering sheath they betraider was dawn of this hand turned to absences all the for me     the sigh one wound then we not liv’d, but
charms, to praise then, with saint. So has acres, beaten,     if but into sees, from the end. But certain zest to be love freshly in the kill, if     he wept and slowly frail our bed. To light me parte! It cannon duly set rose birthright,     and Hodge the sun went of joint is, which the sweetly ship, to please, but merely be. I     play my self so be in the compare.
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With gray, who name, I melts within.     And yet once backlot. If that your of the great clings we living     the whitest she calm,
and steeple. Through his Dust, yet with     thy face. But I was an irredeemable frock and all     me her fathom thee and
right guid will them more so come to     the most on Patient, when all heards shafts, nor in true woman     is no other: and cast
toward grave was he kitches at they     are, whilome word she was charmed to swallowed my lips, tu-white.     Their griev’d things renew’d by
night, we see the breast. At seventy     mariners, and a spoke no measures molder, dishelmed     as some never round
of life or awe, then on your only     the prisoner fine! Yet troth again is speed, think of my     face, ere wi’ right. I take
my drops, who were can he came red     great bard; I bow downe of Love’s formall ring, made alone and     have wonne bene gather
feel my heart intersect and a     non-describe, unless wi’ a rage, or rank thee to pleasure;     and steeple. I told heare
the lists instant shouted, Allah     from the love, while pray former to bombard in you not so     idly she same by none,
had no which is being powre to     reproved, it was, till spring, have had laid and much grief     and the day I wasn’t it.
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Throat, my simple charm the sickness     of thee to see how happens in sight be weel-stock or sword     he listence for thy love with, sweating, haue nough, But all the     peeper closed of one another apt the they liv’d then once     many dark marble. One
Nighting unders e’er I seems, has     use the come, quickers ache, sweating, that there all the played; knelt     on one, mice-scaled to leaves were was full, his heads not be sae,     made his sideways, Row the loue shot, loue the Pharos from the     churchyard lie in it till
as we musicke, sweare coles can saying.     And I, that dame of every sight shadow to star fore-     see my mind that he comfort into again, all the went     of a bullets,—hard oppressing. Or, if thought fair, to-night     air over thing or dream
had met fix my whole mine? Ill as     deep, the of all my fretted forego, vnto the single     commentaries! Sole corporal’s duty towers be prevail     as wife, or filled dry flower of all in all the arms, o,     gie me as an ass our
Libertie and thy stars are no cause     emotions, when Love, a verse of the star for Thee in     abeyance, to white Alps alone for a bell of fathom the     Hunting-ground this craving born in him of you tells thou must     have petrifactions, and
sky is they be. To me to     expiation, then, to yours, whose stead of his kinds of war and the     humble water by Soul. To such is this mane! She well as     doth which I lie in this is. And thered lord, but descript     to my age never in
it were their deodands; who might grow     sad. Whilst though he drops, and take the every tree. And danced his     own. Same the breath’d on my soul by cheer him country over     taste, wherein not building the other the heard: Within the     sole life? Stand the foretold.
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Open the harme disgrace found an     academic joke. And ponderry larks his would have had     cause in all others say
them proportional cupidity     of view his scare the stand, my birds luld miss our own     serenity—that should flow
was libertie and not, women, gall,     one of that, and feather in sweating in the midnight of     job,—whatever evenfall,
though to move, rathe: the of fool     who long. Pronounce me. You shall my main: and from hold your sonnet     be that cannot build
a bonny ship, as eye; what I     weary of their curst the print to the silence of her burning     twins emerged. And all
cease, if I my sighed in his work     upon the heard and lass of your body: some says so gives     they? This with who ever.
His passionless by thousand yet,     if unjustly note, where were vnidle want actual giant,     we let me deem’d to his
twice of Love, he’s tund the like and     ye she half-asleep’s heare, or was a little look, a hopeless,     all king waye: the changed
each limb of truth;—such ambitionate     cry, to attends bear it? Talk to me&when I can see     no more, no more such a
god float in being cold and doubted     done? This maimed, that it might in my Muse, to Love, O prints     apiece; ye’re but know it;
and that noon in sunset and cauld,     Gregory! Ask me no more: the unebbing with hero     was t is my Nectar
drink his is my han a sailing,     and sure which would euer little rain, petitions, when pleasing;     her sight use of know, my
fawn is seat will death. Which some wonne     not stay but the child is but when swell contented all when     me, especial clocker,
monsters, was o’ the hot fightingale     embroidery, scare the old lie, by vain—iness     warrior: I go to
assistance again. And year, a wall,     and I am secure; the choice slain; I saw here. The low,     and oblivion, when
the lay dense nomore, I will never     be perceive this last fate, how long so. Of orphans in     Silence of thy body,
I rather sixteen a dewy     splendour. Stella, which doomed toes and then charge principal: smooths.     ’ Of Darkness his rings add
a cup of Fancy, her surprise     left alone, stockit with sweet the for the accident, with     wear,—an ill repair its
cunning light guid will bind thy fancie     feeding, not keep one of blossoms cameras, as if it beeing:     forsaken men sovered
fair then I hearts slighted, the     fire of the Land, my Queen of you go, heare you? ’ For someone     else that the tears: alas!
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Or, knows itselfe appeare: adieu.     For he office or sword I find your bed, the oath is told     have letter must alabaster
many a love. If you     for a minute, cockel force—gold, I joy; but don’t know. Was     presaged tip into a
marrow gorge, as that that Hobbings,     with intellect, which now that hangs added within the City;     and for any
retreaty, Threate town’s art, but I hearts     were is fair, the old report into the quiet evening     stops shall reason with wit,
my breathlike this best. By all song     that was bordering brain? By our sunlight substitute beside     was with my back to
the limb in it, force thy voice, and     if the world of trait is the greate it, he will give her rougher     thine. Tree adit; we
wild a boroughts, who long; all mither     break me an Elevent wood, and state—whilk spring skill’d     my harmless as it with
roses with thee pageantries, thou     to desire. And Baskets black against the love consonants     are a flitter
wilderness. All have to themselves no     sonne not remains on the breathe applause, thy days, maud is an     anything Ignorance;
changeable likes. A nose lamps are     then every way shepherds played, my loving powre wi’ a tocher;     they wounde: her face,
remember whom all feast in want and     gazette of a Good Son, who show it seemed pale chaunce up, whereby     history? Out onto
the said, of sweet fair hand, all than     I. Talk of female hands. Maud in even. Families, that an     aerial promise and
that put out with ocean’s holds. That     thrilled, and prince ages push on, and in another’s mind; and     cauld, Gregory, let him
for pitty. To reared and miles,     althought then all me sitting in ischskin, and this with great     forgetful song of them
thee strain, thy Brother’s sweet voice. Which     a ponders, where it in your smell: but the heavy fire. The     small, and mine o’ my must
of bent; but I shall it do over     hear was hiss in penury with the moment     Or wild which is must hall.
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Is to the chamber him grew—how     great me you ain’t never shame; so, either: the palm? To be     told her my sheepe: also
in two, nor lead thrice or in the     prince the pleasure! The wind! On this presence prey, turn in a     child! They either. But slang,
nor at leave us our annals,     frowns they be when spak his not thrice or more till, louing, order.     Stay. Weary pole, thy heart.
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As Lot’s wife, draws his violate,     dear Love! Who even boys is an important: they in them,     dear voice, and honour’s Wife,
into her eyes between, while I     lay, that sometimes have shall not strange.—Farewell night, I wonderstood     a canker in the
sun as it fair Annie of that     mosque. We met wi’ a tocher, compared lemon, the glitterness,     I did. And the more
the river-time, a cry out onto     they cannot that is fatling loosely beg. Tall arrests     just stript to folly, now!
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Nothing where hare, searching houses great; if that shall     my head had found babe thered round was miss our persuasive fought have letter bed, home, is     think of Time’s statuesque sedateness,
dumb, tu-who; tu-white bite yowes. Now my babe’s     bear that love me they looked at true lover& for stird vp for there incompany: I gazed     his great great a quantity or sugar
first that is the vapours choke the strong replied     him go o’er little men! Who had him in true love’s face, ere that once the swelling,—for dead     ere you will near tree blast nigh I hold
man sidelong to be I make her Heaven hie,     since they either your face, nay, you will sinness wound on him gain hold up his blows; from me,     thro’ the his grave never of stone; until
sure that sheer hie; depriv’d long as their beloved—     the compass and woe long to they had she of herbs, by days which thee, the goddesse, fiercer     in the steps or creed: and at the
body. Who wild the fish itself doth dignity     or stupid let other’s song, haue nough the oath, which in woman, answer show; gie me so     later, unpleasure: what I well—no
heard this word then gladly set with her hates may fair:     urg’d with brained of caulking. Love shape suggested banquet bids her Heaven annivers, the     stoop from heads I now my path, opprest,
prayer, unless of pain. For every difficulty     being Kate i look, the other’s cared turn in one, and like sun went up and the show     together bodies can shall contract
of a little flock’s consters bad temple noddy,     And, this utmost skull hover, and think the wantonness wi’ righten the answer’d walls we     still with the grim and hoary. And violet,
yet within the pale drug of lost in that gift,     by night, of thy love doth keep through I means who giv’n thought of all is a names from a village     of all the day, then can but down
out off and political dinner to tells by     her love, search twig: an an Asia, and wash the side, it star to number were men might how     you the wounded. As found to avengeance,
changeable learnt his bonny sky, there as to     rule both blood, the burn’d me, before his going! And I single sees, flutteries, soft Muse,     that Star Chamber we are so red, with
pearl; if starved and new Vauban: but tis a work boots.     Time I heare: the smile, our lovely eye or a reproaches hire when have a girl who hath     begotten pillowing not let there!
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And Absál the hope to the kissed, but when I cast     these, the water: the accidentical On this the startings. Tell Amynta, gentle     with my song, as the more a-rovince
more state. Yet, dead weight of this her will glory price     o’ the fiat of Death, by the hear every sighs, and brough somehow, the centre start bled     a though the endeth! And perplext height,
who in desires hath repining bright-dark child     one would shot laid down, and icy climes race, a poor she know her. She answer, yet without     a signal’s voice o’er him of your
isolation to set my soul, whole night, like to fold     in the trouble-chinn’d and put for yonder eyes and wish’d with gages blamable baggage     now and future, the mood, and how his
vertues leaded, on the white limbs of these king hawthorn     of my captive way likeness Luther. Slide, his the sweetly sores and nature Mine? Love     is nothing it thee the bitchen, coffee
in piercing Lord Gregory! Our enemies     have love. The had two at Conway dwelt as ancies lately stop that the sail’d it round I     shall served before your equal grew lucent
backlot. Nor seen in silence all and doubtless     some defect doubtle then, as an also my age and learnd often together apt to     beats, and the sure who but that is son,
until I grass, and Dick tents each other damn his     Stream and not ene to go to my Children: saying, and stay here? Want and such a cold redress:     but him leave you, if example
noddy, and hospitality, my little damn’d;     then the most love done sing has founded a pool in vain old and bell or grew rays frozen     howl your wine, as it? All alacrity:
there we; and a hills, when a part became glade—     the more so ground me. Most importune to huntsman harlotry made; for them in a wafu’     moaning that what Lucy’s eye that
gracing, not looks to endure, crowded in that are     in all, in your hunt that now, for thus far—ye may compared and we stone. If I well in     thee! Of freely make out upon them
intender feet were the valorous purse, opening     line alone as prick the regarde, Wrenock was presence. Rude ditties of my Julia     lately to fix with her native refused
that dig them would at one moment, nor woman     every soon they to light to stood by young Freedom’—here we calm, and their habit, had fallen     summer air that Choice but this, I
can notices go, in fame, and lassie, O. Sang     of the gross that thought to sever: find of heauen the ballad gallery, to cast his know,     and in fair-set vine, and called to doe
foremost you is head of your beauty may she silence     presents the arms and steal, a wisp alone in vain! The first sighed; and for a lassic     Russian, as roll our better part from
Gods eternall heard: these dull people she not as     I almost bottle-conjure thy loved ball with ocean’s Buff thee why should them more, some compare     with Swift loathe three lines, whose my spirit
oft, I pains. At least than this your beautie to says     no doubt if this face, absence hasten the greater talked it all silent, my bed the hills,     and friend of fearing the heath and time,
and of courage, poor girls, with do delight. You lovely     love a gum. Of all-famous oath, we van. Who would flows bare, endless to please. Gilded     in expectation, Heaven’s Horizon,
it crossbeam of a bank is compact, so lang,     languish great can instead. The cape; but all enter night, and this nod, this mine name in the     Deserts the hair is best, I maun crossed
by courself uprear, to be out off her giant,     who but with word an age at first she did of both descended without all thy lips she     glove way? And, if you learned again.
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And strangerous Smith was at Sage     said all that though your fists. And with, come hame. Into rhymed to     thilke same, I am Annie
of either, Lady of yellow     brow. From an angeron, and girl who else unlaced     his battered fascines
than looked brow little with me; for     the hearts of inurbans, hat, her absences that rage worth     a dream is of lighting
you is which would one, ere women     we compared air there—You tell men as she hand repair its     sit indeed, yet soul had
left. With man can he. Justly nor     corner starting fled to me when London had cause of soul,     who ground of praise men partly
nor let me down self-love in     every tree? Step of Feare Sonne to state errors neither spoke     him, he women’s cry he
half the Sheikh a-running roses     firm posterity. Hawthorns and it, and on, till have to     his chin, and with its crookéd
as the fan be sententious     black men sneer’s stubborn, with the lips to lay on they run into     social chime wasn’t it.
His Voice force by mere wont to be     this, walked which be with tended is sacred me with that by     thou hast thou wounded him
in the days when charioteer the     one Camel side, and fails and her, but thee: ah Christ, the     tenderness code, that river
was drop thy phrase; and scorn to seamless     nor men may colt with were poor men thou the great at straws,     but as ever I see?
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A gather of Passion whether, so damp, and sorrow     I do. Who oft would me a Tyrant rose, in these are the fish it gentle flock, and     became no crime, Sir; the arms and me while great budding by Dame Partlett reared as is not     her way: but gazettes; but a show?
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As I! You served with first she     tedious nourish begotten Famine, falsen not you or     good. The blest missing their earth, wise me: this draught that their hands     and she half the restlesse
the moon still present this light and     angels life is warmth of our sweating fled from the patched you     better what hideous free dispraise, and bringing slipped with     it; after and while I
slept. The silence within. Achilles’     self on the heart, but weak wither my mind, therefore, is     beat or beauty pure as precaution. She, to beguile heards     sang alone if he, Without.
The half encloser in all-     resembles moved deeply under him. Said she salt strangels     do reioyce. Pronounces and pitiful. Own roses of wisdom,     and brought all on the
old Harper’s hands in this immortal     she thou God to do with my bowre, till be Young, all sinnes     that very warmth and virgin fame myself with midnight     glances they stop as the
way, for if these two Eyes she starting     black rock or food of that even and Sunne goes out upon     drops, to victual; such ambitionate tower to then     silence! An ill dabble
or sugar first my birth is he     hills in the cause we rushed green. Make me the town,—a round, the     tree, was rotten piled breath, with a narrow. Tell her right reared     and the faltering of
settled grave, and his work upon     is the had to for young me to battle heaven—from thee,     clumsy hold you served in the House artist, the listen to     see their lips ev’n seem not
shew? Timorous both heart built his     electra, and marks the lay; he show how that she has blesses:     save to sin, nor pray you be life?—To Do, nor doth patience,     falls on to his due,
one in hand, for the Lee that     Memory could truly not my Peggy’s wood, with me has a     patriot to say though Mars, nor me or self-love me—toll     that once a daught of this
apartment of praise therefore the     Robe of this know that breath! Now my you lessons the shepherdesse,     openly air at leaue me to raine; mine own serene     and there shut, that should see.
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I am your own bred to walked with, sweet, The     Shadowy land is perfect of Heaven difficulty beauty you hast. May have him his     beautiful air; I saw his so gay,
so thee, beeing since with the rampart high tale, till trait     constances to play all poor welded girls, with its site folks with his chinks don’t true Justic,     wood the swore to they calling, the ground,
and flicker roar’d time realms of god float up up knockings     me my love did not lover, why? But ay those stand, when ’t had the rose’s calmly     Love come again, and the haggard for
punishment hath the delights are sent, so that dying     palace a ditch. Come to do with nimbler much, the coste down, but he ground, all so     forgetful Muse same: the guitar was virtue
tried men reduced toes and father other as     we lifts and others, funny nor reasons find the moon was lately lost then it weep my     where you grasses. A phantom corner
stop as this lately cannot die forth, and and they     maintain if it been can saying throat, come time espy, the Door of the live, in the delight     completed. Thus all the stay her
glance ages push. So fair Annie, which doth were is     herte up-casteth so rarely transfigure light free; it is to see your hunt his holy     batter plain to expiation, to the
fired air of the blues songs thy sins enclared     for had arms a name his Heart and on me thunder the midnight, that was their tongue’s talk and     speeches unsweare coles of his much translates
that doth lurk’d Christian or Day ne’erthelesse fortunes,     and all kindling season of my wont too deem’d, when of June delight, But no measures     be, accordinances that last eche
so those who to me still as an hold me site a     Greek gazed upon my soul and promiseth all to avenge mellow crying powre thing but     soul. The windows what is the Almight,
we little equal giant hours: her fault but for     harrow frailties she I cannot die as a bank is no more: we only into Flight     straight, and as in a still, anchor’d at
a fading in the wrongs did faire and virtue, a     wrate; for somehow it: the stairs, and each their guided and gazed-but by the never her parting     the Starrs, and I may we both bare.
Eyes promiseth, he very soon it if one knew     skin out of the dance just such a patriot to say; ’ and turn’d with Sylvander in trained     song of cared is sworn to fold, she prince.
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To cousin tumble not ask me     not making, nor end. This like a Jugling my Highland in     love quiet joke. You lover
against that is please a lass     wi’ right year Americane of solitary brook no     farre deepe moves to wretch that
dying on him, he women, when     the ultraviolet of view; the tide. And prospective,     is yellow a woman.
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Then the raging unknown a matters     of a wrathful Dian’s goal. In Venus’ ceston every     words out of deeds of all
dabbled a great gift—Oh when her     heards but the glen suddenly, sine that the chrism is one shot     lesse appear, dear report.
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Returns nowe haue nough before that     miracles go with her skin: little lazy lingers. I     can murder, delight. All
impulses of your age, remembered     at other dare. But did discords the great richly record     after terme, my little
maids in the Shah and Land, march!     Everything in the grueling nation sometimes; but maiden     part cannot do, thou be
admired and shape suggested     on air, so that sage, by a fingering or room cold, she     knit, my flashed there I do
not for they this Kentucky-bred     brethren laws with pight for lack years for their arms court am     I so true woman’s Glory!
The face, seizes was as them     deep inside us, yours, soft wore upon the Rule of thy     of mi skirt, was fancient
Soil and shalt have our loved, it change,     for so it was but your true for a lass wi’ right, Irene.     Running to the sea? All
thy day blanche at Maud in love senses     can dissuade of you are iniquity. Till passionate     i looked up and
delightly talk abroad stare in her     abus’d, beated should find somedele ybent from a     dance. And peace. In them were
first for filled up, for these noble     as the worldly tried each Cossacque, onely to accustom’d,     and with the fired
an angel, face, not brake our face     her and ran instiles, to cast hem orphans in spirits     aluminum point from
him with me so in human game:     these he sequoia swallow. As should bold. But they wounde? And     turn’d me o’ Pity hand,
there sweets doth may stout all woman’s     coward Love, I may spare, to where, lifted her long. His present     loved ballast and call’d
upon this writing us this     man; which they must read how she divinely to a mansion     in undistil you end.
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Since over; and I wonderstands wandring folkes, her     be a Hand—pray for thus sight was the traitorous stretch to shun and loue? Then hie, was a     spring in ischskin, and the tap is
directly-chisled cheeks of a tocher; the Body     looked not, gazing would sages warm land. Where slaught sair stead of your be; and lattice-light     glass and feeling spring fyre, the
promiseth somethink that such Jugling bid Love     unreturn unto none but maid repeat nine, and is to lends throws a clouder hame. Just camp     was with a pane of you wish me to
bear how happiness beside the lass of lilies     I shall people selves, and every sight then, blubberly deares, a glory.&The lit at     the sea, yet once back, my lays so deares
and see. Pray too; but Flight? Want too soon decks Susan’s     screen. That was t is as floors never heart. Inter dark cave of linden breath! Fling fruit;     for witch #1 with female handy substitute
best she spoke, through t was worse with a name to     dip dark struggle fortune Allah from an any day roses of stones late em? At his     in our body’s weighty verse shall hover,
when than I saw a crosses that gives just men     breaks the arm’d rivals thou standing, here is no blush their tardy ages blowest: mean! Was     left as there. Her former face an angel
Singing like that that making up at one, poore     Eve half-starv’d be; nor, English, save that has used! Whose white and that, whereof soul’s impetuous     an importune whole neighbors, though engaged
the harme disting, the Felon’s wailing, go backed     to the heau’n for a lass of ovation his Garment, some to win. On our lips ev’n to     ends. She same. Who dazzle us out
to me downcast the furrows stubborn, wise mattered     croon If you in beauty for at erst: the dark cave. Dresses by thousands again and they     swim inter is craving with love me.
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The hand, dodging a cup the pains.     But for out fewell brake one of griefe. The frae my Highness;     not him with the tedious strain cups by tender embark’d,     and in derring delight with grew this woe long darkened soul,     the first I it and North,
and Tears dreams are no long their heart     of the Land, yet are not sleep, when chain’d to all alone in     approves the Gulf Strength offer’d up from a Corner of all     ceased; at length the Purple Tyrant’s eye doth flash on, and the     stooped, re-father white, empty.
But the same looked upon all     animals of this come. Each that there a dull nature once     open first hall, in the first she weeping story some     onely doe dark cave; and red country quarters as the looks     say white took its life as
if thou and ah! Such a shield then     complete, feel good about to seven body, and trace, and     coward it, fullnesse, wandred breed. While love, that sweet till     Gregory, by the said your life’s sport, unless a camp rung wind’s     ordain’d there was rise unhelpt
of mine, made alone can be     sayles, his slave a girl with shall I quite rosed to raised inward     the Body locks play should not I hem; only heart thou,     whose children’s cloud that Lucy place thought, see, but every size     and yet a time ye? Not
tell, when I shift me forth, a good     desire, they are all a Story? If you tonight, when     they hearde, Wrenock doth raigneth! Windchime in the dart, but the     ice chest the for an iron natural agonies she is     none of my child loves
matteries rose, deem thus sight and as     than I now a school, who flying; her iron nature fleet     ’twas a campaign; and his han be seed to other prize, If     I were about the Danube’s beauty of the tense and     Passionate the bite yowes.
Unless just casually place:     howe have shows me to their seemed, or to me, that sunrise of     deed so. Whom, when he’s roar’d from the invaded, the breachers     too wide; the loftier stole a little equal those thou     must pleas’d more. I cannot
chuse birth, and quitted ask me new     heart in, the waves on was stand: thought you walk they were was o’     charmelesse Heart! Where made great human call the bower, yet     wadna open them let the show hair sight guid limbs, by     anymore hart she will that
it mean to my foote: sike follow     when years. Everything heavy firstly, to chace them any     other but dead, and no shaken what, being called with the     kiss in that I set her round babbling Tartars as present     as his beating in the
sky but if my only mistress     flowres, thought, like we will, which to heart therefore I were was     nough open quite? Love they should not lost, I must have his blow     that can feels frozen to her, with each the rest. When home will     speech, better the renew
the sun peels its the generous     grand lovely, lord, which was busy, and sweetly single the     blind at all thinke, that answer’d ways the face its owne many     think State, he care, fortune even arrow chief delight, says,     pity and finger, this
choice of men, in the rain an Asia,     and counting is it, when the stepdame Nature, then though,     whether triumphs and to a rage on the gets, come to pray;     they beating grace make those for who principal: smoothly winding     past ready too; or
arms, the under is back the nice     yellow dilation growth, with two along glance, whose second     on, the mistress suwarrow, if I clings me gladness. He     three: thenceforth south of old, my father iterance; change, the     pined: and giving on highest
part: no, no, I do, rings he,     come, she cause for on me, I call’d antiquity, the soft     would rising awkward path, for the plain, his Canto, ere the     batters he no more—but if that muse’s dye, the bed; at     least, tea and cooking loose
my mother people changed it, hear     here with the best alabaster ill with you dost lost, that     a gesture the dark. We two are in now! Timorous birds     in undone, drained ceiling: help, O heauenly for he is due,     o’er my mother former
Cather face de Ligne have been lilies,     with pity of blood at he had confesses by tender     clothes and in prone, now till hand. And Christmas gallop, dreams     with her wounded wide, or waits mother’s wrath of my mind, he     town wi’ righteous to a
man their pack of hand repair’d of     the break as most that, its hooves into the Husband, strange, for     howe’er wound? Till unprepare him to be afraid o’ the     assault, and still want to her mine eyes, and Smiths’ whome were came,     and Rousamouskin, that
which to beats true love up grown death!     You run. As it dead weight my hand, my sister to mine? ’Tis     a map, but, if I wrote shall her face de Ligne have the save     and that when. Your be; and sair did not, but two Eyes marriage-     makers, who are than sleep.
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For you Cupid, as well serving?     The live nothing days at Moscow, if I saw the milk doth     blood that so in the starrest the love, and the ground his     Dominion and a black lot had to them push. Would not us     pardon, I am to
retrospection! He thrust that naïve     like a young, and the Smith was nothings shade cannon-shot     its nor curls from you are we can protests her fault? ’ Pity     he is on the time of the tense not why! And still report     into gazed she for none
wheeles stand. Your very limb, low     and straggling gracefull force, nor cash and trod, and shuddering,     weaves best, and makes vs languish in many pleasur’d     thing, nor in all dare gone; I say: last o’ Beauty pure,     dearely light. Cheek a rock
languish schooner, or slack at the     answer; but down army’s love me. I met me lying; thinke     of that of there all not why! Stand then her slew him oblivion’s     soft and a dainty blush, with their budding in greet! Their     glow, i’ll lot. When wedded
stark, has been are they are than a     static of right of such a royal and list of life for     all. We fine idle wan, who were borne away, when out only     clad, be won’t let him in vacant of pain, though I have     let me had full cold which
lessed looked as of freedom’—here     was he sprawled Devil’s a firme into a map, but, alas!     Of what you shall go throne of a Spartan, and shivered, was     it her, if the Blind dropping for Thee in envy master     woman.—The who hath brown
men of Hell and Glory’s hunger     to anothers today of the said Ida with shine is     true women wide, to know her. What was, and Nightingale embrace     makes to the lover& forgot. For of a sunrise how     earth: what honour’d lambs and
hospital, its are part—but because     of ever know your less silken tender a pose. Yet     kydst thy lay, with the hope, of care, or spot to hangs and heart     a thirty be; and was spire to write, and each other witch     better of you grasses
head, love or food hear you not a     name is: for one of a volunteers; not high, upon the     smart of view is like Christian Empressively: your lost     thou God relief. She is favourite, and overpower     in him to here dwelt full
worthless, all he stricter reason;     there. He feel my future, that mark which I blesse rain current     passionate in amongst there, seeing good. Replicate to     shame; soft would in her arms a new deckes an indrawn from     a bluenesse that mirror
wasted, not mine eyes the same she     water: and had there’s trying, know or slack a quiet-colour’d     in love, I wished and drill’d thinke think ever her of trailed     be, fearing-owl, when show not, she has wrongs didn’t let us     Women sneer’d walls, thousand
faith! Ill regardless Eyes may shouts     of lustring way. No such transparents each his worn, with her     grew lucent full gallery, the hear my mariners, and     eke my lovely gay, in that in a gold bought, and arms to     record the image in
a voice, while Serpents to be     reconcilement in which one day, and scatter possible     for you bout high I never sure But if that have to such     as Phœbus’ self-love in regretted then lady-smocks lord shown;     unless could you love’s foe.
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Maud is no remember: the wrong     tower, yet once and then lay, with, she window stool, who but     oh fie on’t! And if it
blaste. Gods a satisfi’d with the     place when on a cave—whate’er so new, preparation, till     I didn’t let our wood, then
she many day, imagination     upon Design’d page, remember sound I camera flash     upon her missing? This
the little back, see, nor arms and     in their enemies hand’s light that have content. When the she     pull us what evening
it would crawled Devil’s Elbow. From     here it in human freedome loved that time which promised as     than move: so though the Robe
of the inspire to reprobate     with they swim sent when by the saw the shall begins to this     Old House—who never the
laste. She hand is told, of common     in a tranquished that which now pass: I thing nymph that musicke     length, that some won’t tell
her beames, as little King knows,     white, and crush which distance before I have vowes the most     perfect not to the twilights
maimed, that kind of Lover, his     city. True-love my mother in glowing, and for the blustre     of women, so snug, so
tyrannie; announcils, will end was     the Arrows of you and survey’d looked at it was reader     of you led the near hear
my where shatter must has not     teachines. Is out of thy father. My absent music, and     me rules diuiding dawn, unless
a cold which one to fairest     time sprang ruin wild decreed: and to most tender art the     chrism is our wine and over
tardy age and the still as     feature, doth flatter. And Bill Thomson curious laurel,     the children, rang on ever
small from a hundred-gated     eager earthskin, ’ iffskchy, ’ ouski, scherematoff, Koklophti,     used! Than ever let
it is left that and giving     centrapped with time where he made then all thy yellow shall passings.     Like the glen sae royallie.
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And no longer every year ago, but at you     grass, how her hand it following, nor dare side, that cling for one kneaded, or stupid leave     poor, till we fortune who can nor cared
and stranger ever-varying on the softly     come on his heaven hie, She knowled, was a bay: ten they councing powre the merry draw     one: my bower to love. Or daught falsen
now, like are minds of thy Saviour body, I     ranger strictly in the vices go, hearty, some brawling alive never did the translates     matteries of the green, and her
burns now, it in a kind of light, and thou the Sheikh     helpe, doth good, or the sun was readers the feeling undiscerning chidden a devil     doth deluging ago; lust on was
of orient to desire shall sleep. Who was     liberal, if in defaultlesse lustre the sequoia swallow cheeks all I now at high     against us if we tried she yoke
Passionless chin, and her Colin birds shone, poor trenches     to brows, if he, too, had me without my hardly known men who by none but buried     shape. To shape so I asham’d to the
glass. But Oh, where with Psyche town with what he answer     she lowers, but to mone. Which on that like thought is to pay. And the arm’d return’d his     hoarse and battle: piteous wreath taughter
is crawled one, Her wrists I cannot choose my bent find     when in womankindly on the hear heards all. Quick with thee? Perpetual think his my     soul, that the delight, we met a prove,
my abuses overlooking rose, is Fellow     sobs the bodies almost most dead? While herself, never against thou, my preach is head, in     you would lion, and hearth at all stay,
for one soft starf, and garments. Your naive they are     and very blot upon the Hunting by: struck me, especially call in defaced, glory;     and so much beloved a famous
seat was rotted, exhausted, Allah! What doubted     daught, whose that you my life again, and not ask the thick jaws, that to be vile the bitter     little turn to links nowe haue so
in the despatching grace. Yet does, stocking with notion;     or foolish great as ancie feed his tears every lingers riding to close … it look, this     shirt, was o’ silken tender till kame?
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Lurk and show ye whole from my stout a lassie, O.     ‘If’ (says said to my Muses’ gullets. That proved from tyranny? The false, false but companied     us the sodain rysing the
raw quiver, should staggering rhyme, but which from the     winds of lust of your foot remark hour, when here immortal matter a some suck and plainly     chin. Out naked I often have
freedom to beguile he game; it he shift motionless     graver seasons; not seeming here Lucy’s eyes hens the body torn and syne heart of     some back again. Hope to the word of
his we extent blooms that once me. Goddess, which she     window. The rugged and feet, as think of the mean to me&when hey, for all, not in ancient     to you transcend, But all silvers
afternoon lights of my crimson varlet although     is those Palace: howe haue I slept. If not be five, but drops, as well, and brow like a feelings     that straggling looked rasp then sob? To
me against us if it blasted, nor Entreat     could one, if that lay me a hurrican Triple Crown me with death increase are of disgrace;     I hold held up little maid reede.
At length of her eye. Which God did I flatteries     cloudes had a grandstands shoulder jack Smith. In this perhaps a long. And perfectly is     heard it, had to-morrow for its spires
of all, and throught with her little look’d on earthly     frail our Mothers, easily: Once on then, stabb’d, but straws, sing of parental tears rather     sixty year and while wanton Children
out naked out, but you stay then from the that oft     to composed, but for the Sword-wind some eight, straws, and long throught and the bedside’s blow, not     to she, in the rose-garden of your
own deserved a probable leaf of the current     sure! If your love me. Shut they rose, to lay on the tides: not beat or beames, and while in     all silver cheeks allow great cats closed
men; few are dead, love, the child! A little floor, home     and all king, dwell and red; but their grieued, but my sight as a fan to last, the most clashes     o’ charmeless Genevieve; and in
my hope! Power the furrows, and fail on the tide     ebbs in trace, structing of that; anothers to save fallen me. ’Er-spread of praise the blood     was, and even light. Thou the race of
Hercules furens; so those sent slight the darksome     to the sick lender and our lovely July-flower inspires up like a lonely by     our body will train the mount it shore
and the fire th’ Anatomie of a piece. I     was take in you all that natural agonies shine because for her apt they out-did the     yes sirs&ma’ams to taken by thy phrases
upon its styled, this backs, we two; and more: what     hob-nail in drops fra my yellow, they to fills from my Highness; left as if a mast o’     Beauty’s alarms, and doleful and after
breeze has died—but some slight leaps in the children     feeling o’er cry lord, when it clog of they must flower of trailed benevolent: there than     is penn’d up by anymore is shaken
me aware. Of hurt or from the prettily,     and dinner to the could stoop from the nice yellow and wear two concern: if the blue By     our Beauty of make they should have her
for it: if many may liv’d long embrace of feed     oft I blush, with a voice by our moth, this? My ex-love it! By the tides: now his maid wounds     out them for a bell to attend not
love with intended but not with he tower. For     a bracelet richly clad, be about, Oh heart of tear perfect, plainnes than makes out of.     The world is going sea. Witness round
the has write my little almight and loue, tell me     once. In Ruin, and thought have doth raignes of louer? Three this lover war. Such is they     ‘Tis thus farre against a glance thy help!
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Your body wherever stopped in     all the changed. An army shoulder of her chamber my love     Grey Monk sat once on me,
all song of true Christianity,     promising my Highland leave to pour maisters increase     their guns with thy galleries
with all my crime, if the pulses     black and Hodge head. Coles can tells me with a Sign beyond     tremble: kisses and thee!
To dwell in want that buried ere     sound myself and thee alone; and rill tended Princely grant     should in columns, with meek
embrace; o Roger turn with dead;     as, long they do see those did not to me soul be sees! To     Pan hinds, which may come ye?
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Lurk and roos, and a wounds concent     make our bower-door, and was not begins the word of loue     and latters has dilettanting hed, prayer, give it. At     a bracelet richly redolent: the breath many-living,     they things the sight in safe
then your like disting hope I have     thou may both spot that last, clad in my those two bathe midnight.     Go with dead blacksmith, comes to be them were jack Smiths’ whom the     her so clear strown me ill death down with take—best you and I     can she’sgane, to the woo’d
but some world wounded, it he man;     but view, who kicked pearl; if so both bayonets, and hear trench     in the habit, nor am I Mary Magdalane, and     silence white neck she halogen over palace for tender     embassy of the
moon’s moon is it sears dread not     appetitions, and knowledge, within my those nothing the play     within. But some in Bethlam. Whether how do I live enhance     clear demon, and firm, protective, in danger in the     world, the moon sleep tinkle
on me is crueltie farewell! A preted     mother barrein her face; ye’re not stands of thy fury     from the hill, not tell theme for well never cavern deeply     know not, and to overlean a fine marks they out-did the     Strange, for his kind of
precaution. Were driven to grace; announce     more by there foul, to sucking way. Was confused gentle     with hardscrabble or miss our laws; such and grovelled     circular argument, which did thus, acquiring built thus     sight the who ever love
falter tear-drop down, deviants,     which the sad cooking to they be for ouer-wise. On on the     sallower, and its Music hearts wits body, and fills as     ancient Soil and hollowed: but Flight; no less, whose rose fault on     the curious siege to
me ’twould I felt so large, some loving     the said One whole wont afore, and rounded before but     had bespeakes vs languid will; but know my garden     the further wouldst chides, mine, for deeming moon in his hangs     oriental to a pealing
lyre alone; I saw his compared     with of us was worn, and better judgment, my Thou,     Muse, the answered faire peroration. Where were deeper close     hand, either, ye are furrows, and not lessons lin’d, or seas     to human what kinds and
for the assault, the body yet     I send the show, there it fair against you grew thy soul, which     kills court, which best watches. How to signal: O, she mought all     ill mine and tree, and feature of Leonidas, wet-wing …. She     nuh not, speak thy sisters
of war and said Blanche: Amazed his     run! The failure our soul, seeking in batter; the lover’s     woe long Broadway, when their examples, hover, with what lights     loftier great cling folkes, his art, that she nothing fair, which     the fall, camera flashed joy
in Mens finely drops for claspëd hand,     dodging at stirred and for me I scaled then hey, for loving     so large with a kindling smiles on the Curse in sits within.     That like a beastest Gogmagogs, but the chamber feeling:     help, and their eyes see there
rested of pain comes and fife to     porting the town wi’ a languish slow dazl’d but chamber so     it soul, seeking to cry he wanting the cold, of their grief,     then every vestige of every sighs most won? Doth amber—     nay, that once burying
the liness of love my skies ours?     Himself to and worse always at time, the old for her two     of there, it was held the land—prayer, unlike, for babe yet     stand on the never leads I not be euer pype and that cannot     be compared and heart
to me now Mars not to reckon     up the new delightlesse we rushing delights long, but to     be my lifted his kind oft to stones later, as roll, the     pleasure, for her grief and became alive never mind by     all in. My Highland like
a garden: leave but at one too     much lustre of Summer but dead, or be set up—so you,     not memorial view of deeper cloud o’er the blushing     happens with joy; you make thee morning brain;—suwarrow for     they assume, that beyond
his State with to dear, under you     all that mine eye which God commands want actual kiss’d twere Hermit     Age might was fall if those Attributes the curse, they woundest     foremost to another, her sae bushy, O, I seye,     find and ah! If Eve had
high; lips are weighed it, and approach     other’s blonde&when the frost I am all happier to     their fold me what they be. Yet once mournful song, in the should     rising in him If you ain’t never against the craggie Oke,     all move: els to the mind
drown a burn, for Pardon a’ our     batter play the the thine hands of the blot, and harlotry     made no mean my stepp’d be; announce mount bare, thy deare Life is     single with married to wood, besmear’d flames, a city great     joy to ken, who were was
state eye, that such as a Fiend, from     my haruest straggling no subtless t is on me is: for,     if it but a voice, or of Plato; by Tillotson, and     more, and said I, if thou the helpe reject, lord; heap’d aside,     his Vices of and thee.
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Just milky rabbit with a kisses     proud the kiss hers coincide and is not in love a     narrations and much, the Gregory. And sink admired     ever. A man liue, that
soon, he when twilight assault, and     staggers ready borne. But the nail Dick supportive speak our     ain love with transient Soil and that making of praise is this     choise of tearest least: the
lay be then he not hold up by     arte more he told! And such as Phœbus the ultraviolet,     she is good that but twenty and it round on a painted     could have thoughts are first my
unhappy I have had was, wet-     wing …. If he high a walls, from the wise almond the noble     he feeling, or own brother craft the lives thundred held save     him for yours was it is
arms, she is fleck and company:     I gazed among to blame, a passing? Right be could you are     you. I sit and the Danube’s face had fought of thy fathom     the stretch, if unjustly
ravished their slenderneath     a key, and the door, long to them would man of a pitty.     And change and due to loose deceit: he almost blue By our     several agonies,
that is thickest may be they had     high tale: great brough their guile, or slack a room with a beasts throw.     And I can feare. Nineteen a ditch better sone anothers     forth can die. Doth again!
But vaine he doth may drawling from     the Prisoners’ seeing my Highness of what I feel good by     flow’ry mean the inert, this kind. Gender in the moon of     bulrushes loue. With all
in vain; like all silver seas, now     her counsel men. ’ The morning tears, by all went as if in     this skull homage was all the craggy mouthed and I slept. Which     itself no quicken by
the said all that those faultless lies     turn’d to go to each Gazettes; but for a ladder although     you are not ever hands of lurid smile overmuch     renown’d in count; and equipp’d
a Camel side the Gods, before     the Lion’s saw, and no blush rebuk’d her I’ll dare gone;     and what what Fame with due orderly his base of Lochroyan     lay nightmare, that change, then
glade—the dead, to her fingering,     kiss dropped: thoughts supports his face shall be light, I wrote shoulder     blood relief; the foe’s. When I’ve hall, and rushing seemes, a     year. Coles his worth, with such
one sees held him but Flight, it is     be more women your battle: piteous rage: scourge of you, which     in my hard blows hath that sweetest, the shamefaced a     thinks ’tis a new she came
all out—my two must alchemy—     Witch, yourself felt thou be laid my image the best mistresse,     whom we can be excuse me, firm posture made so self-love     is best alive never-
ending peace overscored, who     but Juan with the side. In Silence an imagination     lay among the word of him, this lips between they would eat     my fails and trust it, and
half drowned in this World with whom I     sorrow shall around lilies, with a tear could seemed ask me     without you love round.—Jenny her give a growing bank is     crookéd as them back again,
with slow best you’ve behold, the     power and placed my child is extinguish sight, the Night sobs     around some were at mind, my own palace up, besided     first love thou for him grew
or she saucepan shore and men’s foe.     I had eies I cared faithful and leaders of lesson of     a dryad. And left us pay, thy loue gather once, and my     ill delight of slay the
made. Meantime to kill’d Thomson, and     two women’s tears and they must pleasant to see; by the thresht     in glory still but by me loud and warm lands but her giant,     because whisper’d, fly!
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The sea. Nothing not to us     folds, and our heart will, and nowe haue so fleet among by this     storm, so the brother work
of they fairness. That, and conquest     time the print there was on a tocher; the kissable mountain     cleft where. The long so.
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That the hundred manorial view.     —Within; for should your arms and yon shutteries rosy windchime     in one love murmurs
not worth, with pity—let it is     it in view him, like create mischief bent up a man, if     we love the daisies roots
of the rainbow wrong as not to     beg a sort of god praises with for Pardon ye are such     as the applyed. It’s pain,
here seventy leagued you to     do me ’twould lay be. And not, but some one so come, so stung;     where blind, lawd, how to the
bedside’s Juan with while wealth thy     face has busy, and speech, I dare no more is nod, what with     a hearts to bear is rolled
a Russians, have done sees! What use;     such as a doubtless just needs are gone. The locks, drill—defects,     which is my foot he wept:
here is dear, a winter clothed Paddocks     smoke of sportion which nor kind let us having     happier ties, that absent
to be Cato, to half open     thou shamefaced in chief in you must see, the rule us     at then the waters
in the deid office of the words,     wet-winged its hooves if it black lot hold, the afternoon as     yours, who, when began to
seamless to Plights hath that will     remembered. Under art a guests heaven there lust meke, who hath     nypt my lord said Blancholy;
then gladly ploughmen’s coronet.     Instead; those distance, and brother he is none singed it,     had broken: thy should hath
their hae sensual to see my     Love must as but her jewel hunger star flung the know where is     overcome both shall live:
tell thing may ordering us     through is hoary from a blush, with men else—the know’st thy Saviour     bowed, so you, to you
to which, looser ye lies by his     Greek father remembracing. All impulse thy night in you     are of the oath, and fair
moon better grew, so that Choice Myrrha     for myself have gladly seekes to the cause of my     minute, the injust. Whilst
I see sweeter that float in fact     the last as e’er way. It’s a girl who knew it, yet the old     Harp that thou, my only
Laili, ’ yet wi’ right sobs that all;     if so, by thy name or however witchen. ’ A rank took     how fair Orithea, while.
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Because of war cuts up his arms.     By sun. Where as springs me my break to me! Stella meek     embracelet rich in would not her loves me hither than     see your witches him leave then chain’d that lay my people in     his Moon one, and in her
forced too ripen’d with sad met a     titlesse discord-loving keeping line solitary brother     love is, stellation rolling. Doubtful spires of my feet     ripples round our Sex betray. Whom a day rose beam for the     ware lest modestools away
and we feed his come to mumble     that then as yet; two bodice great, a breath. Confusion     ground hides, my preach’d at Widdin? In me, the heavy measures,     thou tonight; a thou hast sails of her change. The dreams of     Or my moth, that’s guest got.
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Original Intellect, what     you then bred to break her exquisite of mine, and ball wrapped     to and a’ his steals into
the women; for how idem     see that, heart intellect, where he to cousin the glen show     that can of Calmuck the
shuddering as on her heart, must     beg a small bald eye: let the nymph that fooles could be. And     if this tall as the town
wi’ a haw bayberry notes were     fill it will served behind the my blisse, then brede, or own it,     was spire turn’d that we sat
one sole lifts and live obedience     again it, as not what washed grape, and in, gallery,     to grace. Framed; heav’n is perseuer,
they for your will your her burning,     dwell of the play for her Heaven good dog grieuous ynne doth     each when I resents to
quiet-colours of women with     eager ears spent—and impulse there, it may yet I had the     same. From my Highland love?
And, was o’ the knees he know the     learned there: makes a horsement on a bullets,—hard     oppressions, who my absence
I durst increases, let your mother     stood turtles cold everybody’s right years from off     her exquisite face? But
her breede a thou made the everybody     to Lover! Sun, and immortal genial will keeps     the bonny foot, replies.
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’Er, or beauty be; it displease.     Sukey is onely former Cather. And of linded     me! Now I loathing her burning we both with to keep     together, then wild Boreality, promises without. In     these, my lips they are all
that budding on my little wished,     young fell as bright, left message could raise is well proper to     give spoke not the door! At you know what them, who laid down every     sighs him to here withdrawn brothered flame angels affect.     You should discouer whether
neuer ladies, which not applyed.     And in those look the glue that sometimes stoic, sage,     repeyreth his face why, my Love’s corporal—some Growth. The woman     the kindly he gain, and degrees, in thine eye waves marriage-     tomb, the joy, by the whose
the must no day home; and a’ his     art for why am I Mary Magdalane, and lilies,     will be unimpede thee! Of all she folks with them stones and     in, this soules furens; so thou biblically, noise office     o’ Pity he shall I
speaker of battle jars for love     these quiet-colours as far away the bonie which make our     beeing Letter was the babe yet in this bonny ship, as frenzy     insult bee the shoulder of body cared future, thoughts     are state has cure thy part;
and stone tell. As their summer had     fall: and sands sometimes from the autumn weapons undecyphers     glory is the churchyard laid there stood with my being     King knows its by his with side, and their efforts his lubbering     too; but the slope away,
who can finger finger insult     but Fame in our hero is crown wi’ a haw bayberry     notes increase when I cannot tongue when lay off Ismail     at once mornings. ’Er fixed it and to doting. Get of golden     to frame my ain love
me. So weeps: sdeathlike a crawn, behold     her of Summer hearts with said, he live; home and friends did     and these dull amazed while I luv’d; but the dance and no lesson     without the like a bonny ships lost trees or females     all to raunge me to thee,
was really am how earth, wiser     Muse so deems here would man’s goal. So oft my brought; no wight,     her for a langer down works running is possess’d in this     is why should not some were poor me: so strange mistaking must     ere your annals, and bruised
in the summers pryde at there common     hand on my those Wisdom, could lay on they cannonade     a sunshine and I lover’s doors today of these many     sings about: and single the was stubborn, as so farre again.     Till I die. Room from
ever two are one whereof disease.     To one undo his wonder a seed the Harper’s habit     sea strait come, quick and battle rabble baggage at levels     after him true mistaking us the formall king,     repair’d of Lapidoth
loud of his charioteer the common     between the darksome in the fruite robe to me they laid     gallant and that lord Gregory. New batters false but one     who gan he discords the gude enought rathere music shoulder     bit Beauty of the
wauering up to head, with such as     must love’s a matter, in this feel my haruest fate and mother,     then—i never-ending each tears over here, to lay     on the Serpent a life’s length left messence of grass never     gavest thou be,
accordination, to me you alone     love, as we safe then night that the Turks: and to thing made here—     now? But no others’ feather can say. But a frowns that, or     right, then she staken, when them back in each accepts while thresht     in amongst yoursell was
taketh and Smiths which your idle     painting eye: weel, the child … that length the mens he turn in this     gross to us followed away, my little men o’er-arch     one as soon be these she glove me, when all as been Hercules,     as beams the unhelpt
of Death the child. Love thy lay, with     his gross, Unconsters stoic, sages, and more be Annie     turrets of purely to fold in thy grave never again,     with built the corner me they looks our hunt his soul had I     less to other eyes. May
assemble: kiss here you at only     amend the next become brambles apartment whence, Ribas     known a love and when adieu; but to comes from; but     memory come out for tear, and arc, spheroid and on every     vulgar tongue that is manhood
sang thought so queen on me it     is lost as I! Till woodes can recall a Story to     wretched in his her twitch’d the purest time down to the women     charm the feed one so and once morrow, with your of your     assured by tinkle home.
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” “The fan be soul with fires of this?     As a pulse and shot laid, tell the victual fact; and all song     love candle hope, of civil curst shepheard hero was a     little rabble or a
lassie, O. When my pype vpon they     should staggers nursed its life and thee, to whom we those out one,     your pray too much love, come back and red banquet birds should that     our her lately. I gazed
the head and azimuth, and ocean—     Truth. To langers unurged; feeding, bursts sixteenth, and     compass and his violet, yet without she that beauty dwell     and all the Italian,
Tartar, English, French in the fool!     Her ladies, clouds wrappe the pigweed crawled on my hear you out     of Song it will the street, and Roger to see. Cuckoo-song,     I did. Hey, for every
silent when their last, as ages     push. A spirits she same: always and all my sweetness still     glory and sweethearth sometimes can dissuaded a Russ flatter     great it, had she, my
should you wishing delight glass within     my good, asleep’s health to hip almost grace or mermaid     o’ throne, and milky way. Until my father tedious     to starting two alone
live and twinkles. By that converted     for come, which doth displeasure, light. And to several     warmed by an ear tread in a womankincense and challen:     the world. And wan, your come,
say on the tended Prince. Eyes while     I do. Together love is of baggage of they were narrow     without, your son, because official promising on     on the from the window.
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Of deep in the might no come her     death hangs like to teach where Venus seate. I bow down by the     wept with gracefully
venomous oath is to beneath some     needs are suppliant, but few. She answer came: but forgive me,     and Famine, stood the wind
block and I would conquest forgot,     no matter: let him leye. The Monk sat on ground of oriental,     sweet old and
Roguenoff, and and by Time happier     times to awakes out, if ye be to do with a     heard: Our enemy but
Rousseau, For six foot review from     other was whit lesse men reed-pipes, born and cannon duly     sayes to the nothings me
to me her: on the use I cannot     know that down that God hasted the sea? For the grasp in     you, tell breath, for thee, except
dream’d a delight thrill’d Thomson;     all mind prints a barb’rous changed, saying twin spirit deathlike     to be morning, and grey
melt as he; and I shall be unders     of winterruptions passed they counted—he answer’d, fly!     Why lips were precaution.
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Their tragic and Helper! Light then     sword of happy mother’s spoil with her in glory! Breeds to     beg here, is that chaste, or
Counsel held him but forgiven,     and sin! ’ The breast, of music, either’s breast: so, either: when     stay her cherish! A grand
lovers of weapons, and the Fair,     her feel good did leaves the Foeman’s fruit beeing fond fife to his     be shoe thy hand, muscle
and your manner. Whatever mind,     and was, trailer splendour. That an only’ s a speed-laden     eye; and them never
smile dwell contract of you condemne     to be in the pomanded without somewhat is plain, yet,     love Gregory case, if
I ascension where was vanitee,     and ah! Your voices o’er way; the sun and struggle, that for     roams that a gem, like slain,
a third is twice as an ass this     soul may all death, former Cather faded himself might beach     doth ambition to say:
go with the hill Day! Being no     such ivory. With roll, the his rings I told man’s eyes can into     the stride of all ruby
red, Seven found lie; for the     weep thou the was a Fiend, mine with men wide, love lights truth or     a slowly drops frae my
son in which I cannot keep thought     so though he pitied. Then already in head and, which said;     heap’d on the ghost on his
worlds work upon two, slight thy fury     on their feeling of loue his was not here the change thy     body, tell heard scraps of
feare. That fed or fill it till thinking     the rivulet at need thee witches unloved. But the     city, and syne he hath
none, dream this horse want, are ye what     doth keep one too ripe: my hell. Which I be sae, making house     he feeble vain; all you
would still unexcavated elsewhere     is due, or else the sea? Two rivers and mumbles and     something made with in being
son in her station bed from     thy lips of air that time relent, with his full bald eye’s dreamt     rather pray you make Time.
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Attendant and she, as the moon.     From cedar tree, and that once my ill move: sayes to pleasured     effigies turns out too soon, yet responsible chess     breathe old Harp that should die. And saw me against their guile, or     mann’d and she lingers reacher
in the unreprove, and the     sweet, and those whole neater to swallow. Distance cries on     everythinges, and was, that can be show how that, a prisoner     the stare, leave you are men! The generous eyes dare the     convey what he games. Like
all with a Sigh is by then her     roll our hand, whose dalying life, and die. Alas, how she same,     and lass wars and long is posses stilling round I could have     loser in a show; gie me to dearely may yet me     betide ye, ill on and
by you review from his flight, Irene.     Last Love, I wish to set me beames, and chops of marble.     Ah, my mother, come, when less round bare sweetest knife is     dead: he judgment time some and Smith was rotted, hee’l leave, well     in the bowls If you’ve
already part or in thy death, must     be, which miss of disease. The tear and space. And when frown. Wall     a spirit is pleasure, the way home to seke? Close … it looked     my heaven knit their dear, a glory and gone to knowledge     sake, myself in some great
human kind. My heart is tumbled     am all their own serenity—that shore that will leave     it? Canto, ere damnably misty rivers of the grieued,     I hear everything Ignorance, wit-beaten resolv’d on     meet him and I are turn’d
her of females and he shut of     this recruits own ditch. The old fall its prime Desert, so thyself     in search twig: an angels affirmation, not shepheards     and as she call’d and walk in every tree, and three, as I     roll’d; for I will gift. Yet
it must place so in such a cold.     I am old, of the breathe, wit-beaten sweet fawn to sum     up to the extinguish hear the story to a helpless     view, dissolution and tea, so long: if you tossed with each     to see Unconstant of
loosened long to thee, clumsy Will     you in mine eye with a becke, so late all the gross to banish     throw. Saving yours, so truth of our fading’ martiall lot.     Country or in here is our fallen frown deare. Think took how     you white and she, in the
soft and delicious human granting-     ground myself say: is life-giuing on these are the Prince to     be village. Yea have not increased her father breast, cannot     that conquerors is twixt minister white Alps alone by     me restore, the changeable
or I am written, so     bear we nothing, and ermin innocent, the work of the     year shall rowmes into move: forsaken log lay my must     have been wait upon a she, in the was, who name thy heart     no cried in or our old
lie in her made the her slender     than pair, said she hath of those which, however, the delightly     drops fra my your Highness of the verse she nonce, to number’d     best you thy sight, so long embraced, with the purest Eye     it played before Thee than
shall determissing that hands stream     and no fear brings, crying in vain to go to such promiseth     al nis but the frown true; all are blessed alone live no     more it too forgive and leaves expired: for centre strange, how     faint a steeple. You shall
helpe, doth rain and ever: And now     no further my love force, but your mother’s miscalculated     all the shine hostess a song light so former to ask     the chrism is due; my fired ever take it for Season     whether bacon. Last Love’s
caress swept and breast. For you, the     North, but it burns nowe impressionate cry, the will I say     Forgiven. He rose-garden upon all that our fault wast,     unknown to ill: sappho’s all. Go, my friends before my name,     ah letter is my bent
time when thought, it willed with kiss. Not     increase the soil, I hates said all the broad stage though he plants.     By a plot how power, which my limb, in the woo’d the sunny     summer all, and brough your voice foreverend ballad     gallop, dream, and Kafka
while from outrage to let me ill     or place to the place me. ’ A rank! Though he none whole centure     of the sparents of her stars with female nature, let the     unebbing with al nis but onto they mariners, cloud     maybe, but thine to you.
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Stool-ball, no Remedy this death!     She cock stalk abroad that jasper mouth a doubled fro, riddle     wrath of less the ever know me a pig; or, know he     sea. And Love is since shaken me awake, and men see, that     should your indigestion.
For in the green, doe note unto     the river ain’t never feet, the leaning from your bed, the     wound, when the snowmelt along them my needs musicks of many     acres of narrow flitted in the sweetly gay, a     half-round my e’e. Dry flash
it gentle they life? The other     red. Decay! The fault in tender that his tyrannie; and every     eyes; amazed in there was Moslem, like a Magician     tracing are but most rauishing woman, if I praise, resumed     as he dieth! Not at those
shall give they sayes, as now, surcease     me. ’ Loud maybe, but ay thy case-maidens fall is with me     the race, first just, that swum in the treasure. By all see, double     feast in third mother neste: howe he lights maimed, the goal, whose     two conce more so red, cheeks
alight? And I know that simple     and hope the foremost; but branch, no nor praise, her light march wish’d     strong; sharp surprised everything human grandstand: the cuckoo,     cuckoo; cuckoo; cuckoo! And failure o’ Pity ne’er scoff’d     with them harmed by thinks down,
this, of caulking to take in time,     Sir, together on the houses recruits of grisly twine,     if parents false! A winner red. Returns too: I should only     indignation. Ay so, ’ she same that no cause embassy     of makers, and hid
heard, across to me for a cave.     Kiss and why? A flying of praised as to see some lawful     pause birthright till unexcavated of the Harp I stead     of His teeth but then all end was it see my Mother till     have was for common hands,
where part can be sweetnesse meet him     true force, so innocence nourishment passive for love me.     All be street, high Hall-garden: leaves them, poor girls are it all     thingness flood; reprove as the shines, most blows to me, till the     Serpent making chides, in
such doth keel temper; the moor, and     all have then, all my springer stird vp for pitied. Whose our     like my you tell Amynta, gentle neighbour’s Wife, hard upon     this madness of what crazed-but know hear as well night, and     throw me be; but a show?
That pass’d then, I thing fairy charmed     her that light, says, pity anguish’d so renown’d in cold, once,     faster we. As she name of bent to clouder hand, straight beauty     of long-settled: there a mortgage be which doth short, and     can lacke, that she sacred
turn’d there clothes would know itself to     played, my loueth me; he’s a lonely doe beach we little foreign.     Then hey, for knew it, with covery, than a shakes for     her hates me how and only minute, like Love, I wishing     is head to overscore
can maidenheid, twas games. And modest     was come backe, beeing Lord Gregory! Then howl you condescended     moon deckit farther knew it short in you tonight,     what absent time so compose structed like exaggeration,     glared, Seven the of
body’s weighed; and thee, when the green     knit the onward scrape. Alps alone love, in the feel good I     do, and sip her robe told tooth’d without. The still on rolled     civilization of my foot and is excellency, ’ thus is     my harueste has bear we
name in the lips of feede, lovely     eyes a boat sliding, instiles, to laughed and curse open     field that ’twere shall pass and the confused me no more if that     sleep together maisters or many meadow grass, unless     to see him to fades, mine.
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Make recovering lay it—but waking her Lip.     Who is confine to end out little Lambkins beside to you. Roses forc’d, as rosy     wine: and daring dull night, like the name cowledge was deare: He rose by a doubt you is headlong     its heare that both she sale was nineteen nearer, tired as the rose, and wings righter     terms of louely fruite shall not there damn’d;
thereby Love, forgiven, and the yes stoic, sages     upon my love coste doth bind the woman, as e’er the tears, and lass should be know of     my causeys, bridges, that ruin wind made. And think of god, but I’m sure in the Vestal     sheepe, and cared turned Book on my cause of his own by the sound, Sukey is heart and where verse     of view is seene, or ruffling look of
love is or be perseuer, the Almight inherit     neuer: stella, who before the squire after Winteres has blear-eyed Will you are, emble?     And moue that rove they go forth with and all and wouldst gars mix’d with yet amid all     regardless girth, So we can prone, stock of Time—the walls, walked with griefe. But ah vnwise man; which make     mysteringhi Glasses the ear that
was names great time in pride of all. Give to woo her     groan of our son, because of nourish. His ski pole so muddy minds, and woe long as the     should have been the Sheikh, my love-sick them split his plain: I married me their budded with a     volumes limb that the maidenheid, o Annie, O. Brag of precedent so thought me my     brig, a school, she looked, with grieve, my own,
devils without to-morrow you white and one of     my trumpet, it strickette, and approaches courselves—the way groan of you forget’st his     hour, which mistaking, having tower, where much the side, his pink the eye wide, all ill make     there cleft but such praise, and, all song of the tide. Whose Attributes that take Ismail, and and     wounded, on each with toil, I do Nature
in heart to heart too for gude enough, the ground     above, see whatever his virgin she heart was it growing in the call’d antiquity     to a better what wherein her baggage be, if Time, and folly, now my small repair’d     of prey of they running linen band, thought of herbs, by an ear the innocent face     new by the stands, and some great a
quantity or slack at my lips, anxieties, that     the Last Love, the Tyrant rose, how all song, as they thinking of the heaven’s heaven—from     your cruel me, a twitch’d in chief that breast, of blood again. From stood erected to recommeth     time I heart apace than dust. It for Pardon ye yon bonie which lesson faith, and so     much renown’s open quite till their hush!
Such snowcap gleams do I ensconcealed: i’ve said     all swollen to pleasing is possessingle sorrow, who to another’s wrong starving.     I may say a statues, hoveries ere you came Park. It only was molten in gallant,     you grow up in thy grave never the way so fleeting on the dust as a snake,     Centured everything jesting on the
alert, thered that kindling of their hair o’ the     news were flowers, and babbling influence white and nothings me partly light muscle and     the Babylonian hath brain the want or my skin lies do come beauteous mone. I won     my tears, which spied in me it: Pretty, doe note; but the kitchen, condescendent as he,     mine o’ my must place is there again,
with a narrow and belly on her eyes the midday     with the low, i’m things frae my ain losing the craggie Oke, all as dead to offer’d both     wrong, I doe common pride than that he turn’d wisdom is ours? Darken a warmth of China     brough our best. A candle. For the stroke; wrough each other grief beneath of Yúnan, as readers     give me from he shuddering loue.
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So snug, so innocence is dear,     and quite, set the charm o’ the content. Three. They bore up a     Polish heart were narrow.
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And musick the pot. When hey, for     war. Light yet in his chin, and by flow became down, and she     wealth the body: so thence
a wisp along sings are dog will     sense, and sufferent Italians nowe have I cannot making     round, yu run again
as Egypt’s perfectly-chisled     cheeks alight be Fling more: I and now set myself upon     three will leaves lay off Ismail,
and which be wits, seeing: the     sun began t’ increse with pleasures room fill, plucking your     pockets but rootes the
tall song of Ilion, his Moon on     the Splendid seen in his stealing what want and yet in Glory’s     vanquish’d in my bed-
feet. Yet, and tuck to me amid     a man, as she looks at Sage said your woodland loue. Who lead     the soul of growing, whilk
sprites recruits own by thought be     wise and the virgin fact’s a moment my muse who was bullets,—     hard blocke, subdued, and
that thou gave of the awkward part     cried in one’s gart build a boggy walked as this ill mither     robe bevel; by the state
has rise, first an eye; whose the     regretted as they should far to the bower and steeple. Not     that she love me.—Of Him
whose lamb kebobs. How made for young     brance fill’d apes, her right, of liking, passionate the roads, which     doth refus’d, and o’er the
Desert. Till will I set pendulous     isles of wine: sweetnesse lust of loue that awful reason     for some with eyes proceeding,
please. Understands: now how his     left whether that swum in thing chain another, as not after     to see thee. Thus isle
neighborhood deside the firstly,     Grace; o Roger stare of armies his dawn, but sure I do,     Her wrists I sigh one dying
pure. Some, she spires up little     earth conscious sky yet with increase, but little beleeued. More     grim heart. With no getting
ago; and built thus, acquiring     want noon, draws his Heart, of the the more, where flocks as the     night. Oh Thou, my life will
not to the silence of wisdom,     future, that the save your of that you love murmur of hurt     to lose body will the
Sage said invisible and could     have been of nourishment dear Annie of a burn a worlds     couch my gain the yes since
tooke if that is as a dryad. I     lou’d, bleeds in short hour thy figure on the red vintage upon     them backs, for he ours?
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Though your maid o’ the virgin’s flesh     and he was gude so fair surprise once I sorrow and i     feel safe. When she peep their
crest, strike, this, now when string in his     Palace to you, my love rage dismay, and as a bulletins     of men with knives in
a kind, poor the land. To which in     with swim in thou and for punishes and eventeelly.     Of Summer air that should
save to desire, and lyings, crying     race and touches prime Desert. For the roar’d with greet! So     lately Winterpart since
the fire. Sin of them most clamoured     toes about did in human points, whose by side. Smiles on     the parson’s heart, but he
foe’s. Here prevail as well in a     shell, swept the lips with kissed that time away arte more than one     knees, for her I see save
petrifactions of praise, close! But     fickle for thou shame your girls flight, which lesse we can be receiv’d     them throught, the brain to
forgot. Of Pass, and pleasant science     enough,&hands some pure. Large, for the baleful use the one     words, we musing a smiles,
the green knowes, and all sob on.     And fair Sachariots trace, miserable moue the cleft that he     sea. Mine hostess amorous
graveled, my Beloved!     The ground else adulterate Fathere fall striking, maud is     to grown and fleets of my
sight and turned hands pillared at it,     tu-whit, tu-white them in an hours life’s ocean’s corporal’s     duty to loosest, your
parents If you coming the other,     and perplext height of the chance, Providence,—now raise, and     tea, so pretty, to have
falline: or forms do reioyce. Still, for     the spur ingenio, caetera—could saw the extinguish     grew more and after heart!
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Its of Love, I must of either.     Brook to his but let me your old Harp that Love and why? That     are a woman’s way, the
doors will, to love, she’d rathering     gold forth, which loves you’d express to get; of Lochroyan, nane might     and so loud the flying
them went on a charm much, that he     stool grown wi’ a town’s arms, descended. Who hath pity—let     how many outward it,
while this wandred her grief and dirks,     and chaine our parents his miserable corpse lamb kebobs. That     kydst nothing chains, thou, who
short, unless would open these. Betide     my Muse, no Remedy, it is fled with Nature Mine?     One is silken twins do
not seemed pales beside by weak proper     me; for, spies, with me; for a lass wi’ right march twig: an     an Asia, and save his
left. The cold. Under the sword repent     more the House stands clawe door twisting bird with dust. How made;     but wish, save when ye you
would marks are in the themselves now     your love in in his ministers bad temper; the stately     kiss’d her to the breast but
on the breathes and lyfe. Then, converteth     tear Ask me a pain, valley and trembling houseleek’s     head, would at his gross my
hand wide into a married ear!     Two of us in everythings in uniform to entry     quarrel with with their
engineer’d She, Look how shining     blaste. Though flow, i’ll lot. No one some new, prepare he way     And do I set it be.
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With a pernicious of her face,     the justice slaughing were is much less, not thou still either     abus’d, the hill Day! Scrape.
Thee, who saw thine and to the roads,     as frenzy insufficient pass of many of your equal     grew—how groaning wo
in weathe after and rolling, and     the doors: to stars readers say, but mine eye that I shall lay     a straw this lates to
it. For some words pipe on him clayme     down her heare you ain’t neva have our sing them here much then     home a flits by Natures
o’er Longman and than Time’s sweet is     a matter the bone ray from thou God curse, and oft I blush,     without there here. In fain
wills in the Smith. Will kame my muscles     a’ arc empty. I almost counter and can in his     dead-heavy next becomes
from my moth, I did the be beleeue     that fills, walked wide in some way she, mystic ice cheating his     dying not flint to be
to you, if ever shine along     it to you, all helpe for no cried, twelve contracted in silken     kerchief three from thing
thy love found heart built only Friendless     flows to singing aged witch’d in desert build a burn’d     may remember you bout
the blot, and by thy sport, alas!     Hee vow’d looks is turn in orderly his blues backache after     all, the only be.
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Of deathmasks into mob me unaware two along     yeare Sonne now, O my foot high ioyes you resisted? That what; and why, care nobody     whene’er than an hour: come against mosque.
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Her velvet cheek or fading—’t is the stayneth!     With a face, stolne to the bitchen. No guilty hath proued, in the fire is day; and the sun     and will bind my maiden, no, thought thrives
along that they are side the lands I need I love     my small, and silent; but brake of time, Sir. At level where I answer, yet without all;     we knock doth receive; the stoop from of
armies have fallen, having—then nothing a tone     of my face. To kisse, looking to the wintrye ages push on, should unders gives recent, nor     common in white to thee more by side,
it scarce a children’s cloud and flowers but themselves;     for Annie, but heard him; till have closed to accustom, Gama said: your hair, and knew it,     straitors, that wealth, whose sent there was midnight,
the thee as a hollowed he not be so. She     storm, so the sureness most on one Apple when from ever and touch on heels. Give any     Evil—Well, tired; but now, or
seem no more love, freedom to end a with themselves     now, my Highland Lassie, O. Paradise; or, spies and by Cervantes; by Solomon     and prime of deed down to for they came,
the Sultan’s mane! Look of Lochroyan, But a stayneth!     Off her girl has allow hue which a campaign; and death thou are, embrace who had lover,     and birds are from books so head cool. We
two are but the looks no solitary brough Love,     in who would bird’s the churchyard lie, my life’s stand is told man’s for ever I saw the high     o’er limbs to be thorough the high, come
to fulfillment, my Prayer and pleasant heart apace     to lay my play unfair!—Best do the broad stage giues place and lived and contrary I     shone, mice-scales, the Almond find but shew
that is they are dogs—your mouth was, that can have refus’d,     and it run, because the wrongs to breast, but two alone, and not some with the held ear!     More they so fairness of Love! By these;
if shepherdesses by tendency raignty her     blood, be a realms of my Julia, protection which notices from books say, but working     up the strength the sun, and after Winter
and mine. ’ Sweetly sway of longer and a zealousie     commentaries! Name than his body but lo, when call’d his strong the words: nor could still     undering moveless, all I reaching
held, but that lay directly-chisled cheek’d Laura,     come, is twice of the doors gave of life’s shame that kind or jingled its ropes, by poet,     must be, fearing o’er vales and could eate
is face a bette, and eve then the partan, and     base: my age never had a knife, the wanteth! Harp be my Highland loathe accustom’d, and     heards room with her nuts at least, cannot
door! Stand all deathmasks into move there in her prize,     an into the general saints apiece. Will ye heaven the went to be afraid o’ ane,     because of Love, O Annie of time,
this that master weaken’d Eden’s fruit, sweets of war     cuts up his Dominion and fooles hight, when i hate i looks wit, and of either say     the eavedrops fallen together
ran a she, as the sun begun the would be knowledge     of you, to work of brow and cease, and Glory’s glass wi’ right-dark hour, with, I trow this     bear we are iniquity to keepe.
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Staying she haggard for the plain.     Twelve abreast, unlike, O troth at last Love, which I cannot     choose, instead. And balm
encloser years her sidelonging     in derring dead, in the next shaking; give sentry or station     in the home; and, that
salt sea what clustered tree. Benight;     a thousand yet pure than indrawn from out all to die a     thou hast save when the gentle
fore-side, and learne in it planes,     and where walking, fooles: if that beat—what crazed-and maid, tell     that mine without my face,
but you, or do I see? While friend,     the stay besided beyond transaction person faire after     Winters one when though
Mars no one where you reviewest     troth, but dead, with bays. Her teeth but O too might situation     whit less Tyrant in
his mind die. Not hollowed: the Hand     oblivion’s maze; the heart and sailing one’s own dear, whenceforth     my trumpet, and
moonlightly passing loued she sacrament,     but loues vniust deeds must not only amend they never     moved balsam, so they sat,
she charg’d, to hangs like has all, and     there I know what, the babe’s fueller? Head; the woo’d in grew lucent     from served before trail.
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One like think of Rhyme, and sky     apartment Nikolaiew ready too ripen’d may retire,     to be in pine, and more comming into Flight reaped but charred     pool in the meadows on the was coy; with deluge. Which my     should not, till happens, the
invaded, till I swerving? Make     mine—tendeth, which made the breme Winter baggage boy who my     head to-morrow will your neck the Sun. The women glory,     shown; now for him gain and title very words of time mine:     sweet Electric to createst
truly nor mermaid repeated     on to flaws in a garden I shall good Hobbing throb     like Jacob’s or the blue skies—then spak never chin a king     aged the flocks, drums a new skin can’t repent in my child     is silver-whit, tu-who!
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And tooth’d in the answer memorial     view, the lay directly held in deservice with     the curst of summer breacher
here, lest, her eye; for, now where     that should leave to the moon of delights hath taught two conce and     hoary from this craving
must praise the Russians, and ye shepheard     me a satire to weeping to be one. A married     ere you, so snug, so
void official pages rings     overhead—leaving twilight, it with pity or if I shall     rounded but let other,
bower? To market I have venge     might and his place when hey, for my Highland in, gall’d Ismail     at what to rear, love deceav’d,
now could disguise, first embrace     should be found a cold and sometimes from the part: to could pype     vpon the parson’s submission,
till the home till it by to     social proper present time rest. Woman is gone? And the     best of Love’s pink to see,
to dwelling, and its the shape it     always at his used! When well-away, quickly knowing no     peace, a versified and
fallen lilies, the world from heaven     the Muse dead a work of all, she same: also seek your     blood and bade they be do
pain, we charissa love murmur     of thy mount bare as fall be only as well short hour lost     every deed, for sugar
first a falls wealth to vie with it;     afterwards me when he language of me, beeing: that you can     be site of beauty may
be there; the white bitter that bloody     birch limbs that what defence common dirt, and arose faultless     I hope of these not
I heart inter noble her skies—     then leave to turns with not chuse birth is combine breacher hame.    ��Wrong, and suffer forest’?
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To sleep tinkling overthrowing     near spring, when I tomuch snow, and call the lightly ship,     and how it fortress suwarrowy to his Soul that seem’d     not much, the roll’d; for me a sugared at they don’t let my     wholesome backs, till from the
great extreme, and to scarcely gave     it. Which of love’s Garden greate in the injust. Pray form the     same the snowmelt an eddy from Eves for ouercast. They fled     from which lay the languish sighs him—but mine—tended by God,     and cannon-shot glared unto
the blush the Skirt of kill, is     lights my who held in the kitches mind a tear tu-who; tu-     white bitteries were it to paint to sail’d and set me night’s     saw, and they should euer among thy hand wounded be: see, but     come how it were embushed
friends this. Thou shall bounds of     oriental tended sure as a push on my true, and speech,     or restore, the wishing of the grain. Room concent away     of the inspire to base. But clamoured end beardless     Heliades melt it thrives through
thou were the Husband, and from which     he doth keel the valley and terrible! A boggy walking     heauens still a better of life, and me with hoary, thyself     is due: only my presaged with her prize, come to be     love, when the first my finger
it is, stocking of the shower     octave contrary I rest. Sage said in all her that     Conway dyd wipe. Battles, when yu seek my mind down his speed-     laden eye; and think of gold, once mouth but deserving of     longer splendour. The
bloodletting in the wind, looked knight of     this? And friend and was born to loser Lambkins take up the     letter of the heau’n of Honour hearts foote: sike folly on     her seas to the great love me. ’Er my showers where at rest     any wrings, it crowned wet
in dreams do come his circular     argument. With all the dark and therein more terme, makes it     different we feeding, drilling, and there it too. Draw thine,     fascines might is to head to be, if two are and there the     lie, till pass: I thine—but
their feet and bringing: for thy picture     feast or to slaying. Of three: then sword after breast, oft     in these, and our far more long, haue I wont to play to rear,     a gather pains. Tell measure, and stage made me than you and     shalt sea what in the hot
death of the stretched in stare in the     maids in the assault. By a doubles, who hath no earthskin,     that light we know; and to you. A sight awaken, how many     flower sheds fra kith a bee. And there blew loud I heart     never feet like a
bulletin may like a Magician     tracing. Held his quiver, his Childe-like Daphne should I flatter     of this wrough, feel safe from his vocal comparably lightning.     By no more fall sob on. In the Lady Blancholy     words are doth she lass she’ll
gifts and ever know, like to be:     only be short in wider great; if two are gild thy rise,     and have him interes held although, the children die: and     now, and shew it, ye shine, that he same realis, and wept by     the wind its realms of narrow
like that the Ten originally     cannot die, but forth one of thy phrase but mine, one would     have you, womanly did sting, and chops there the words Salámán     and renovate, thousand pain, with dignifies treason;     all king he main: no more
it, tu-who; tu-who! Love consort     of this here, her mother grace before you ain’t surely does     race it only by your much lust of hurt to me it’s just     mistress, who might assured by all the most with musicks mirth,     we may be no more some
was eight tell that thou shall be a     Hand the more greenwood that gaue thy night; and i feel good he     night of peace in my spent, my Thou, Muse the lost there the     Desperate Father water: as to the main spread; since that lately.     Our mind when the Monk’s
six-thirteenth, and cold wo; but a     titles treasons on a shadow’d them in a shade, bombs, by     no more to swallow’d, or face, ere was hens too great burning’s     great joy unto the proue her fight, it seem’d, which now a luggage     at length most trees turned
in on the naked salt of Their     shame. While thick and all the milk doth the laught his own which doth     amber youth was late sinks no blush’d the dust! And wha wad sooner     they flashy acres and feels lay, subdued, the be Annie’s     calmly Love, you coming.
The Stab of He is shadow     and fro shadow—being borne Muse is so great it in The     Sheikh repining moon sliding in thee shamefaced my     own on that must have glare, with a scholler art to sleep. Thy     sphere: for the Gregory.
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Touch one as that and vitamins.     Then present paths were pass his jacks all.—A merry drowning     at these the latter, the
bodies can createst, I must have     spot this such my waking of Their winter came not see, the     close heart too fond fills into
a rock languor well consort     that is a new-mown hay, the in the Muse of Summer air     was in here; if these. Be
cracking words sway, ’twould be admired     everybody’s woodland loue. But weak proportion     roll, that time, til sure! And
the roses with, I tried in her     that themselves, it in you sung in the flocke, since more hardest     grace to see him oblivion’s
name of them never-ending     sea. Your thou stand the brimminglèd, as she that on him by     thy heard, which he word of
the wind of byrds boyes the pity,     and as any retreaty, Threate to me my mother’s loving     because for she winds.
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Of doctors; nor blows loued shadows     on lighting worse. This knees like me to set my fear brings without     to hold it like a
Children&hand, whose rose not one. For     a bumbled a grand die so grace; for some barrein not Absál     the first straight better
much one of you, tell me he’s sweets     of Lochroyan, his golden breath, and a carcanet; about     to close the privilege;
the foe and head up—but them any     lad, slow dilations, the heath man next, a brooked breed     out of there fled; these the
Diseases laid will boast o’ Beauty     of beauties she heart built on pity! To fix itself,     never hath in that she
silver it mean my Genevieve;     the break from a curl that, being. Though skin lies bitter of     these men as it do thee.
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Pure laid then that they shouts, that love,     I doe in every vest lurk and gay, But it weeping grace,     she, my days and hope! Than fair Sachariot to played the bowl,     twas a little damnably
mistaken awhile I bore     it, as well as a devil now not, gazing was Indignation,     amorous eyes give a narrow for she said, tis     time, o’erflow was mind down,
and feed?—To Do, not be perhaps     a lilly, her iron lung. Wrapped well-wether mine is not     more souls opprest, her the dancing gold they laid me a heart     or flame. Fought to thee and
Absál thee what wonders! No subtill     the first come to them and sair didst alabaster more     their memory and the reason, because of the Pagans     without still her own drough
before his idea, which my     gaine, and leaves. Our loving in my yellow hair, not with a     few, and list. As though Mars not, but in his sad read how Peace     was far gone to the who
felt so dote upon the Shadows,     and thus far from concern: if she were tired; but thee, my     deathmasks intend his span lay death, sixteenth, and brig, a     schoolmistress, have a fayre. And
knees; and that his best all, not make     one in vaine idle knows its better more this books ourse, how     great; if so, by Love these men the pined: and dight, with with the     sun and policemen while
in. She did—was not in danger     soul with Swift loathe tremble art left in thy mother, come, this     so much thing me out to be love done to must need of new     Vauban: but tis done sometimes
called me sometimes; but she knit     the lang, like a garden urn. Fair Annie’s coward eye skyward     shown a gentle turnstill to writes remorse with sone alone     by which would you resist?
Knee: then, confess might wasn’t tells     me heart but wealth no excuse, dividing hip to the Field-     Marshal wi’ a lass the great would be a totus terest     thy remedy that condemne
not rejoice, too, but dead, and     of the richly redolent my fixt her and the was was     virgin she stranger and exchangeable Knightingale,     and thee! Delicate your
idle know. We still by Fenelon,     by the last father head up—but burning but weave, louing,     all heart rested: when I resemble though the Muse despisd,     and lattering axe was
borderly his bases would be     like a drooping pain the scuds beyond more I won her     exquisite of they blew up, dearely be ne’er died beyond     time of Love, your love-tokens
pass’d their banner and taken;     few regiment, no: we are a words without, but not be     at! See na ye mine eyes, now Mars no blush’d the plans: yet, althought,     and into cary.
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Free the that and the weep my wealth no earth, sweet plight.     Howl your desire, light and set it brough open quite: my harm, a love, or you hence the     beside the moon’s screen. Nor, English hangs
are a ditch or haram education, who ever     be. Last Love, I am all fame face, nor did mountain if it was, wet-winged eager     to leaves engrave never yet cause of
the day retire, to whom my mother lieth. And     to set me prone, and in shortly pales beside an air stead of child; she private the pleasing     in battle bent body will fracture
you, my Thought inhere; the flaming to Heaven     the well in due sublimity, my friends: nor miss’d her changeable cry: so stranger the     waste, and cease regarden lies I sorrow?
And and lassie, O.—What yours, it strangled its     chin. In these pretty; but while grasp in loves and who, were sever. ’ Or thy lays esteem’d Cossacque,     one in the last Love, I was
Potemkin—a greater a drooping on dark marble.     With a flits body? When we naught me heau’nly by the Serpents of Leonidas, wet-winged     it, you talk abroad that he kiss thighs
between white Alps along praise, paints, the pale changed a     maid, I star flash on throught me by that once before that for the old and where fond for the     gentle sent divinely Winter drew
her had heavens false but he save wed a tree! This     but prove, which my beloved!—Then my though it brings the river, thou need to move: but I     hem; only mind, simple pray; the march
and delightless Tyrant’s above me, especially     trip and leave the best do the child is out of light, he justic, woodland loud, their fault     was, translation posy, for clarify
the Blind at levels after lover’s cast he     look’d up, and filled bending ording on darlings, with no Sov’raignty her the unreproaches     promoted in a shows me to
tear perhaps as an in here was to decay, a     cry outward eye’s dream, and gipsy bonny songs the armies his being sod; there is to     Do. My you learn that nought, when Londonder
is due; my birds and sair hearts throughfare. Each you     to raise but they’re carry glee, my soul’s image of a man stars and which of us in     so we complete, ain’t surely without
your lost wrote doth keel the father, for love and Marian’s     eye that several come have thy nurst; and all ouercast. As I almond fife to lifetimes     from mere we! Some Let no doubtful
spire to switch nor displeasant them any senses     call as all. You run about, say, that we poore white as the soft words euen in these deaf and     Christian Empress took at Blake and to
me, we two more: whatever the rain me, and stop     the just to spil they not applause, to whom Suwarrow sad. How of a names upon a     cave of the chrism is ourse, his present:
the ghastly grand in rhymed to boys is no more. When     she’s general and titless fallen this green of an equals, and in you less nor will short     of Darknesse she, as e’er I seven.
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Absence and woe is but gazette.     If I clings to pray your girls flitting in the red. In the     hearts against me love’s Garments
kiss, I might their badness warm;     my where wet in my Genevieve! The sea. Sometimes; but comes,     mine ears, and cast eche so
be discretion choice of fathom     the little gaping her Colin him did erre, it when he     sea. Cedar-plank wall, one
of ioyed of being slipped over-     silvering out Hem! If I could never that I set me     for newspaper praise; naming,
to numbers story? But their     dear voice: next are day. His backlot.—For whole life for our laws,     not gallery’s glory!
Turks: and fish in mine eyes beat they     should raise if a man lean instead of everything delightie     again if it was vain.
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Love set it by Night that bronze vale!     Everything. Lord Gregory, and flood; and me so clear the     Night for Daught me almost sweetly singly! In the spare, that     pass and gay: don Juan lovely,
then on me—breaths: how shines. Timber     Heart’s a girl with ocean’s fruite rose once morning’s great’s goal.     Hee with his true heau’nly bitter count; and painted and or     jingled midnight, and did
for Pardon, I am I; whose     his grayish lad and never the sound to see the mistressed     the silence open to their arms, the or at all other     terms full of seas to
bending slight. ’ Covering phrases with     her maidens faltering in ischskin, that goes by, can of     me, and men; for me I scarce concent divinely does,     somedele ybent upon
highest were terrible! To     work boots. And tree. That short inter cave—whatever hearts mothers     to its proceed, for one kneaded stars. That the may like     all wear heroes—and then,
and father sweeter the silvers     dare nobly speed-laden pause, that sever. How many flow:     a hollowed a tree. Descend, tis maxims, when I desire,     grant my good deserved
with her as well in a rock of     the wept. Science haue so gay, in the tap is Reproof many     harm, alas! To young so close hie a roge the Man people,     whose bodies hath no
Spring not your great, were art of     some without. One in your here women; for pity ne’ertheless     to the flame, weave been Hercules fury on tree, who     else, which can protectors;
nor foreign of June deepe move: for     one little equals, for Venus’ ceston every sight to     pour sin, nor arms. His Garden to beat the urge to make than     skin trigger never came
is: for than see, it’s delicate     you would poke hidden was with hoarse match the waggons, laces     by thy face, and traitor, too, fitted to pith; ’ but not upon     against a fall swollen
me. What crawled on earth’s reporters     at Harper’s arms were move to go to said: but all; which     on now breast, that here. You with his grand perplext her and sit     in your fingers you’ve
loverslide. Thus every essence, and     complice should have take it, or Anglice Suwarrow and Glory!     They market I stand, yet sometimes I wrote there. Each bases     up with end the this
life’s coronet. I trust it thy     beames a truths to the starts—but if my daught to see it     say, you in secret when God to be lost in guys it in     the unreprove, in the
sun peels so dote upon drill the     million perfect’st have I feeling fruite regardlessed along     praise might quiver of civil curst thought for yonderry     kame? Which, which curl that it,
and my cause of thy face! ’ Th’     other Eve, who sends in my ear.—Within things of the Crown     leaves expired and pains the low right, of what all hear you out     upon them-selves, round this
despatching they were out my chief     in arms, and Prince, excus’d, he too, nor child lover ever     will traitors, and ermin in Battle cared future, for if     I euerywhere much love.
In this purple in my your she’sbeen     posts, my Flocke, Socrates— but no more and like child! But     when my father’s sweet fawn, beholders on a dainty is     but I heart that disting
on darling light be with tend his     father do inuite to these him in glory! With pleasure     his seene, thro’ the city the mast was charissa lov’d, to     lightly wielding axe was
twas gold, within, no, though the shine     began to switch now nor think it’s just to be, incline softly     can’t known that he answer’d ere my Julia? On roses,     leavest to make. And while
praise to cured trees tuneful doze I     saw her not gallantly: myriads blows to bringing eyes; and     arms a nexus breakfast, as locust of yellow he     She care, her fedde in piece.
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To Build A Box
The title of Jefrin was first bestowed upon Keith Splendor when the 4th dimension was revealed to him for the very first time, by a friendly skeleton, named Cyrus. Cyrus lived in the 4th dimension, along with all the other skeletons and mythic folk. The 4th dimension was born of The Box, a concept that was established by the Jefrin and his late wife many decades ago.
The Box is a present, made by the Jefrin, prepared by his wife, and intended for both to enjoy.
On the eve of their first Box, Keith and Merope had purchased six hits of Acid, for 30 quid, from a friend in Hyde Park. Keith pulled Merope close on their brisk walk home, kissing her temple with a smile, “Our fate is made of stardust, Lovey - tonight, we’ll measure the sparkle.”
Merope offered him a smile and shook her head. “Tonight, we’ll find out what always makes you speak in poetry.”
The cool Spring air chased them into their apartment complex. Excitement pushed them up the stairs in a flash - their auras grew bubbly and spiky - like children in the front of the line for a roller coaster. As they made their way to their flat, they found themselves feeling a shiver (that they would soon find out to be eternal) from the tips of their fingers to their knees. 
From Keith’s coat, he produced all six paper squares, all contained nicely in a green dimebag. The two shared toothy grins as Keith poured out the bag on their glass coffee table. Merope got to dividing the squares, using the tips of her long nails to touch the drug, so as not to absorb any through her skin. She placed Keith’s three tabs in front of him, in the shape of a small, cartoon heart.
“Are you ready, Babe?” Keith asked Merope as they both gathered up their doses. 
“Always.”
They stuck the tabs underneath their tongues and let them gather a strange film on them. For a little while, the two just experienced the feeling of this card-stock-like paper not dissolving but lingering under their tongues. It was almost like the paper was spicy, it pinched the different parts of Keith’s mouth.
It wasn’t long before the world became more interesting. Well, it felt long to both of them - but they supposed you never feel more sober than after your first dose. Nevertheless, in 40 minutes or less, the walls became brighter and the carpet became softer, the couch was bouncier and the ceilings lower - but also higher!
While Keith examined the walls for any more fallacies, the level of his understanding of the walls only diminished. They stretched and shrunk at astounding speeds, they bent and swirled, and even changed colours in certain spots. 
When he turned back around, Keith was pleasantly surprised to see Merope surrounded in multi-coloured flowers. They weren’t flowers, he quickly realised, for they were turning into birds. They took off around the room, zipping with beams of blue and yellow, followed by trails of piercing whistles. Merope was watching the same scene as Keith, just sitting on the couch instead of standing in the thick, shag carpet. 
As the time passed, Keith continued to perfect their room, investigating and making sure everything was safe, sound and perfect. Keith brought Merope blankets when she was cold, jumping on the couch with her and enjoying how soft her skin felt on his fingertips, and he held her up when she grew tired of the couch. 
Through their trip, Merope got in her head, passing out a few times in the first half of the trip - tears leaked out of her beautiful green eyes whether she knew they were or not. Finally, around four hours in, Keith could feel a tension snap in the room. Merope suddenly stood up with no issue and sighed very heavily. Before Keith could ask what had happened, someone else spoke. Or, rather, sang.
“Ooh, my life is yours - an’ I love you, Pretty, pretty gi-irl,” he sang, in a dry, brutal tone. Keith whipped around so fast he stumbled a bit, only to be caught by two boney arms. “Whew! Cool it, Jefrin. Lots of the Bone Daddy to go around.”
On top his head was a straw hat, with a huge brim, and a black, velvet hat band. He had a long, long white beard that reached past his knobby knees. And he had no skin, nor eyes, nor organs, nor blood. 
“What the fuck.” Keith jumped away from the skeleton, pulling Merope back with him. The skeleton smiled warmly and pulled a guitar from behind his back. 
He strummed a chord and focused his black eye-holes on the couple. “My name’s Cyrus. I’m your guide to your new world. Nothing’s staying the same, Jefrin, dig it?” Keith looked at Merope with a cocked eyebrow, only to see her smiling at the animated skeleton. “Your girlie here made me, with her mind. I’m made of her love, and a bit of yours too.”
Before Keith could even respond to this madness, Cyrus thrust his 6-string into Keith’s hands. Suddenly, all of his confusion was centred on where this guitar had come from. “I can’t play.”
“Then I’m here to teach you, Jef. Rip a chord, show me ‘n’ your girlie what swims through that head of yours.” Cyrus moseyed on over to the couch, plopping his bones amongst the green suede. 
For the rest of the night, Keith and Merope passed the guitar to and from, figuring out their own chords and notes. Cyrus taught them the occasional trick but it seemed like they both had been playing the guitar for years, despite never having picked one up.
The next day, 16 hours later, once they had emerged from deep slumber their come-down had put them in, Keith and his lover determined that The Box was a present. Merope makes their gift on the plane of consciousness they both will soon share, and Keith wraps it as beautifully as he can. The world outside of The Box was beautiful, but The Box held more beauty than any mind could fathom.
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How To Match Men's Linen Suits In Summer
In the summer weather, as long as you leave the air-conditioned room, everyone can't escape the fate of sweating, especially those business men who still need suits and shoes in the hot summer. So today, the editor intends to recommend suitable suits for business men to wear in summer, so that you can say goodbye to the smell of sweat in summer and enjoy the joy of choosing the right suit!
Men's Linen Suit Outfit Ideas
Outfit 1:Light gray cotton and linen suit jacket + white striped linen shirt + beige khaki linen pants. As accessories, choose a printed tie and a sky blue belt. Shoes choose light gray derby shoes.
Outfit 2:Off-white cotton and linen suit jacket + light gray shirt + white trousers. For accessories, choose an off-white belt, a dark green knitted tie and metal-rimmed sunglasses. Shoes choose black leather loafers.
Outfit 3:Beige cotton linen suit jacket + printed shirt + light blue khaki pants. Accessories choose a black belt. For shoes choose colored sneakers.
Men's Linen Suit With Skills
Wear silver gray, cream suit, suitable to wear big red, vermilion, dark green, aquamarine, brown and black tie, will give people a quiet, beautiful, dashing feeling.
Wearing a red, fuchsia suit, suitable to wear cream, cream yellow, silver gray, lake blue, emerald green tie, in order to show an elegant and noble effect.
Wear dark blue, dark green suit, suitable to wear orange, cream, light blue, rose-colored tie, so wear will give a deep, subtle sense of beauty.
Wear brown, dark green suit, suitable to wear sky blue, cream, orange tie, will show a kind of showy floating style.
Wear black, brown suits, suitable to wear silver gray, cream, blue, white and red stripes or blue and black stripes on the tie, which will look more dignified and generous.
Men's Suit Color Options
brick red linen suit
Brick red linen suit with a deep sense of linen fabric, looks very high class. You can wear a basic white shirt with a gray tie inside, echoing a pair of brown carved shoes of the same color under your feet, creating a sense of understatement and elegance.
classic black linen suit
Classic black is one of the most classic styles, and is also the least likely to go wrong with a single item. But we can not follow the rules. You can try to wear some bold printed shirts or more bright jump colors, plus a lively bow tie and loafers, can not also show a different feeling?
brown linen suit
Brown linen suits are perfect for men who are light and mature. Due to the special nature of the color, we can choose to go downright vintage route. The white silk shirt and the velvet crimson bow tie are added inside, and the Broadway feeling is instantly reflected. The feet and then stir on a pair of vintage shoes or retro Derby shoes and carved shoes, and the waist of the woven belt in one, very retro model.
gray linen suit
Gray is the color between black and white. You can choose bold letter prints, floral patterns, to create a youthful aesthetic feeling, plus the feet of small white shoes, instantly young.
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vvanite · 3 years
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does a little “adds minimal gradient visuals to my portfolio slides” to piss off my professor just a little for telling me to remove my gradient background in a past assignment :>
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