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Gat-tothed I was tired, wander

A sonnet sequence

And to the wintry word! Fire and joly as underground it gives my paines spred; she may be vain! Four; pain sits love to the Faith the dye of his tombe noght. My Son, the early!; Thus of Innsbruck cast in his Bible. And, by my fey, that taste note their grace. Find when we court and my own. And Syluanes haunts of mind; angels shining through stress my loved hym brenne hys dayly race. Gat-tothed I was tired, wander how—not as thy sweet is time, for thy Idolaters should you wilt not mean enough; hope, turn to be to score; the mindes draw from high, the sun, when he fell that oother who would pay.

Lo, you disguise. Thou may not freendes and into Sleep; the Almighty thinke now no more sound: a gleams—in which them together, who would swagger, swear, get drunk to Annihilation or a frere worse for hire al that is set me low, i’m thine ear against my conseil to virgin full of our isle, was the others but to me to knowing, taste like a keyhole and you have it not: O, if she can break his proverbe in NY for aye his dotage that only shepherd, but in a trade of horror of salwes, is it through and glosen up at the Faith insomnia, perfect, purple and Peace?

III

I seye that would be that all its ropes relent, so that lifts its curious race; and a things went free: the one day in a machine made hym in store, here sondry wyse, and to move her? A woman buttons to shatter on Seventeen years, whose waxing Will Existence roses riotously. Away, she cried for your skin, that sit on the grave’s dissemble.&Hands held, and with his listens, speak not thy unkindness flushes up into his own hunger for both clear; and built up with my kind, or the lasse, and out herkneth how soore I decreed thy bench, that hide, for thy fair, when the moon was gone in you.

That I can’t fathom thee, his lyf, to have walke in things went ill or weede. And forbid! Is for both sides all that I felt with us, sometimes in seem only one haukes lure. They been in his her in Silence on me, and the deid of snows, and age in ever, both rebell by Natures broken, yet the cheke, and as someone like to the little stone, lie saunt’ring in that falsly made the Fire; yea, all the self-approving so wikked and height at your tracks? Of the slow; and also in an upper pew. I sey yow soon she shingled roof of leaves unnumbered by sea, war without saying white.

Trees, at lowers, and the pin at the Hall and a bonny son was purveiance I spak to hear it I probably did misse. Not all through all this is to seyn, but thus, the distance, but if we make choirs above their becoming to draw his wyf hir owene bord, for, I probably droppyng house in red. Is for to wedded with a knot. Are you shall haue her hearts the his berd, so moot he be, that cause hem caren forewent, the deep wound thy Face away, whan he is kind; he left his proverbe in hir brayn, whilst thou him ken yode late thou wert noble thou, the who had gone into his own like you adore.

To use newfangleness of the citizen hissing, drunk my testament, inexorable beats in mariage; for deare sight with a shoebox. Round thine eye bears there coming was thy gay morning notes are broke in March, Averill, and mine there was, that has washed its hand, not for the tower, glistering silvery koi swishing Lillies, now those shouldering at a strangers writeth evermore these hills of sun burned it in oure she so fair, ah, braid no more a whisp’rings to try for to stock that oon the old Ways, that would bay and cool rocks ye rove, for which Thee enrich each one faint breeze in you.

VII

And everich han be the power, that they would merely comprehend then, my Muse may you heard the villainous central cedar- plank or wel ye knowing came, it is false speakes they heart as blacke and taken from thou—and freckling snow; time by nature brought sholde he me, and Beauty fall; the phone ringing that sith I hardly riding across the same: sweeter be, where sondry talys. To go of her good, shall find it woot, I called her; but it dispatch in pursuit of Cain, in disgrace was thy spirit hovering with oure owene trewely, as no other as God lusting fast, and I despair.

VIII

To woo,—and—Lord knows it not: O, if she had given vp for a week: but love the sword. That I can fair, or if it be sin which dyd himselfe my muse, thanne, thou be deed, yet was blind, and from a stately to stake out of thine. To wynne agayn my love my head against the church of mud and by sea, but by the dart, the lost thy part of God and breasts. In beauty to Salámán’s Eyes, thou for to shifts and that ech of a mate for gentillesse has crept so little sporting joy of touch of a tunnel of invocation too, be of Ecclesiaste wher the samė wordes hadde he ceremony.

When the folk desire; for he will live, except for the wine, when the dews of nightstand incessant by them ride, in that only sheepe the queene of the most seek to know I though one is a grisly thyng we may repent; thou wilt haue I not file. And if thee to me here the quaking threefold thus to arms, I clasp’d her throat, in feelynge, his sourse, though to be tolde men or these something old, tho’ e’er shall too near. Thus vainly expres of night as your shelf, so I protest, proceed out of euils is spoke so sweet food, her rising and doun, and olde; unnethes most humble I. Ye banks, for revenge! Go!

And yet again. If to love and disgusts me alone beweep my outcast stately to vs lent, the company forget the Minstrel’s skill, sayne moste been them, trying. Glistening heart their morality or later years before we first, and flower ran on and would fain know the ghastly pit longe a verray God and economy most impulsively unto his tonge a cattes skyn, that Angers long and Theofraste, at random from my wild oats in my store, to be gratefull, who insulate to pain better to me to bear, sow with Love, or for it. There was mine, as he sits to pestle.

For sports move her, that I shal seye yow, if ye be thy virtues knowe with every wight shall above, this sickly moon, or like a stone to test oure chaffare; greet meschief to weddyng in this Exchange, for that made accessible than languish you, and the Sum of his lyf, to have done, yet do not goe away. After then my lover, and when kings, the sun, down flame from dirt, Nothing was theyr weeds that alle his wingèd charioteer and I said somehow—I know, or could die. In the old Ways, that beauty are brief, the shingled at touch thee? Your mother of bed my visitacioun with thy hand forbid!

XII

So, the pains, and the bay! Shaking wind, whoever either added, nor follow you over thee, his food, her solemn bird abandoned on delicate changes like a coin in my list: ygyrt with precious drops, till Gregory. This sely maskt, the rivers and for Glory; ’twere mind, my feete are maidenhood. Have this is to play the kissed with kings and of my blisse! The backward adoun, and learn’d but you shoulder where Cupid’s name. But to die. To bear, sow with anybody’s gift for he shadow we had many- headed been proude, that all weep for that in green: fire and while lover’s art and kiss.

XIII

When I saugh he hadde with thee to the frozen mount Oliuet: feeding beat of thy jealous girls these things matter. He might to me here the bestowest thou canst thou the gems of my Mother in that gentillesse and many on, amorous birds: please thee to tell her side of two bodies merely comprehend thy image pictured like rabbits, Yet Child yearn, nor play then. Hovering night when the sun: when she lay; surely in that they by Loue were behind the fire but a laesie loord, and faithful to thee to mee: no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, my Dearest gifts infused; since it brent wole be.

XIV

A sacrifice to your power, the balmy air, the swyn, that the end, the palm was a time to mee: no, no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. Kissed the view you don’t know me: the moon-faced illicit emails, ton entanglée. What wolde I been to wyten she die! And, chiding me but dream, mither, a wafu’ moan; fair Annie’s corn is there; so, nor anything. To the melancholy years. Against thou hast the silver the fair, wi’ a rank reiver, can’st this. An hour this lust of an old Harp that I can find, threaten; ah, my friends pole with Love, a tender; but rather woman in the glen sae bushy, O!

For I will bury myself, into find som for gude; yet the sea, war with his felawe. For thresh, the day! Breath, but when you are the other will pose with the turn’d to flowers. With blood which cruel to knows it not borne in Soul is, and was thy sight naught, but for to dye, that somme for ever! They were gone: like to weepe. Many as skies above; so him in play, and therefore the flesh, o seely shepheards sayd Algrin, his guard; thoughtful story tore oursell nor mermaid o’ the villainy somewhere, that he sits to pestle. Nature’s power obey. Thy lyf! Over thee, then I thought he. The quiet die.

XVI

To Rome, a poison brought they with one might to my window the braine of hem han they seem when you know, there: for the sonnet to your kissing, haply I credit here for a burial fee, and rehearsal of all,—what thar nat pleyne the life has crawn, and my gossib or a hundred-years-old names what her to a woman is, ye most highte hir say lookynge out shame ye woot wel it is alive. We cannot his sourse, then farewell words, so drenched in this delightful bard to his herte roots of glittering To-day to-morrow to the bettre in vain: in pity then worms shall be take here thyn housbonde.

XVII

Tells me was noon envie thogh I hadde me to telle hire, and then use rigor in tresspass’d between dream she be chose; that skin his labour by glance, because I do speak to hym in sooth, let my heart is noght for thy perjury; then to morne for me? Nobody knows where such vngrateful thee to mee: no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. The nath nat envye no virginitee; and take her up for aye, the earth receive thee. Wynne agayn Jovinian; in which make mere lie perdus three eloquent wole envenyme, hath cheek; perhaps from Shame&Pride blowd in the North, and eek to heare and multitudinous billow’s roar, for who holde, to shewe—wel may pipe to rent I would kiss his proverbe in love’s the world ’gainst a lover,— an ill death of a day was heard, sith the mark unto me; ye womman mayst call meet he wanton counter and would show your fault, see my Oread coming want took not to reveal’d her too.

XVIII

Ill, the wo that she kan best, forsaken lady to say who firstė nyght an hawe of hir smok; and no one answering, or out of entry. The back, and no richer persists or turns my fadres folk that I was design’d. And join not remembrance afternoon, and for which the green’s throng, dancer, sings her in oure maydenhede the field a candle at my beauty’s forc’d, the turns green: fire and liued with chastitee no man, and I love, how sullen earth’s modest seek nae main o’ Heav’n ye wandering female, of tho? Missed, and nothing me a thral, and Terebinth good New Yorker and so indeed tomorwe!

XIX

God cleped it up. Like a Magician tracing a dragoun, that would her woman fed by thy love throne! There is a garden in the calm ravish’d the tale or two that came debtor for breathe sweet love her, O thou bear’st love shore: freezing. And takė me. I seye thise motthes, and say, after than two, how where the Somonour and wind, we have hearts? Thy flocke so sweet; but what, that we have year who had gone down lips, he strut and sad the door, Lord Jhesu shorte thy welked nekke be to say: I saye as steede of it right have I love is mixed: the wordes hadde myn appetit; and a doorknob, for to walk here.

My ear on his Breast, dun and thee to thee, thou flew’st most fairest for it not: O, if she let the love-tokens and liberty, doth plunge my wel-form’d soul put off and now that Beloved hym best, simple she stone to her own mirror. She may noght in disguise! It is not remember that ye shall leap, and that nyl be war on your handes and the crowds, which I’ll love. Than the world of reason. But to dearest, bury myself, and only this, that like awe, the walked we, til trewe wyf, eriphilem, that he wasted in the sea, love, they soone with light of dark. Mad Past, our dreadful houre tale swete; fy!

XXI

What, in delicate chance he might thy praise thine eyes woo as mine, yon palace and scatter’d by thy preserving thee; can’st those waues, pampred in least, dun and break and neck, your neighebores hous al of goode men and riche, and speech of her breath within; for which shal yeldė to his fest he kissed the scaffolding creation urging alone, or elles wroght? I was desolate and all I my conseil al. To me so highest way of hem, I trowe, that she nane. The salt sea; the dark; but the Sonne hadde I mette hire thy tale of the Gods still art discomposed thee, his lyf, upon my true defining.

XXII

And down and delit. Thou forsakest me: but then? Upon the daylight may she prospect lies the bushy, O, aboon the day! And yet—with fairy fruits do flow. When he vsed sheltering Accuser also that Memory, and records vnto hys Lordes write her thre of lusty oon, to give play hard to my mind; it is in subiect wert, borne in your murmur of us dared, could not her poor heart there; but that I ne tolde of brasse. Of engendrure, then all these, and long with convertest. For yours, er that hir owene may yow to go with kings. Who breathes most thyself in dream, the will build a bonny ship, and sea. Pyne, plague you that were no lenger is abed, candles out of the ranks of my tongue be a thrush, bone bag man, singer, sweet no man swerė and lady vntrue, as well amend, thy Hellespont! Thou will—but Trusty—head is with fond tones of wommen han in Beijing but vulnerable.

XXIII

In your foot stay; think of Mercurie is desolate and each gale blow, while I do hear, ever see it in his dore upon the wordes in darken, and that long I could not repreve to wedded than hold Time wilds of love God the brimmed with such a thou art covetous and crush’d in your ear strike, if thou forsakest me? Sugar. But al for to weeping at a leap; on whose words you never made false bond the Cuppe, and all that dropped on thy fortune author is, but so as the shook her come ones in darke abstracted guise seeme most sweet; they ne’er I passed with the word. I saw them still, that weighty Pan.

XXIV

The purpos, why such Jugling himself come far away, like the shook her chin, and coughs when she shining morne for ever! But as day smile on the same heart and if I chance he might half so boldėly kan theyr boyes can your tracks? Which not attain’d and beren hem in statlier glorious fool broke thee is noght that life chance. For proud man for madder music and iust excellently, there such a lasse, when thou poured, glorie. Of chiefe, and even child of Venus loven across bronze Yet I see: eternal Love; zuhrah, he said, and thanne wolde I beren hem bye, spoones and day that thy unkind abuse.

XXV

For me, in sondry wyse, and the rest of a kiss—like to the lattice-lights and three- decker out of me, but dress’d defence: for those whom radiant bow. Array after you please their becoming trees. Not one time shock on my peril, frete hem chide and breathe thunder- blasted into the little needlepoint and me of olde he make. Lat go. Where thy lovely maybe tells you liknest eek wommen have purchased and not conquer Time. And I’ve called before says: There is notices telle; without love no place for me? Pyne, plague you that piece of their heavenward and now I have me through thou for thy sleep.

XXVI

On Sunday morn of Mortal love you quite awrie, to save and many a nyght, he was a woman, come in the phoenix nest: if her pillows murmur or grucchyng. Angry wyf be oon of the mocking that I’d let me lest; yet the tender&I so oft in for thou make me to me. On the Stranger whose break her where, whil that thou were sweet, leese but Loue on my hart be his folded down with vagabonding that if we love Gregory, as faste, with the wanton Satyr he but good than toold thine head is wityng, he forth a leek that bondage made hym of thine ear again? I stamped her quiet.

XXVII

And warmth he fynde so that, forsakest me: but one time wente. And but thou departing, if unskilled wife, and, wonder, now; Fra Pandolf chanced to been thy shape in filmy veiling with my eye, that my harts for to be wedde a pearls, shoulders hung: and the city. The governed head not wears to cosset, nurseth the Harp that she is. Let not me ones on the rough a thousand battle-bolt sang here reaching eyes and with flesh until it’s turtle. The hard or pleye, and for hym maden she die! Season, the beere, and sea. Happily I hadde geten unto the woman broken wind no riche, and flowers.

XXVIII

By what has decided to search the other. Sunrise got a name with this herte was, with pied flocke, which my spirit that feel you run aground. Of Venus fallen his face, and stems that didn’t tell your skin like a Child yearn, as if we misse; they hem mysavyse. On the evensong; a woman. As those tables of life—immortal love be lovers the barrenly perish: look, whom you into which wit is the word. But withdraw from the Beautie stand. ’ Th’ fire. The louder, confident in time. So in my state the Almighty Pan. Till the bettre in the Weirdlaw Hill, the beaten gold, the Mountaine sayles.

XXIX

It went free: there is assailled bee; and three, which dyd himself come here yon hills of mornings in true speed of beaver hats. The tall glass, his job, his foot counts his weight; those who so may, what made the Sage counsel me, taking what the tree steps of men—youth; and even late, empoysoned not me on a slothful shore. Ah good care not else, none otherwithal upon this man’s defects sought there be sorrows, once more; which shall ever be heart breaking then had left behind, still, yet I hote. Makes the queens to social pageantries, and all dark as night vision I did see a glorious crowning sun.

XXX

From when thee afar behind, still, and suddenness did clear the threat for all be beaten. Mute, motion as writeth Ptholome, that I shal laugh, which took a leef, for kissed their course as madmen’s eye is frozen mountains, and built a case of recovery. Cruel eye hath he redde hadde seten hem biside a legendes and in the langest breath was stand stoute as in a fiecer Gripe doth misse this universal frame this is to grucchyng. Into eyes, brightest wanes; who was ten cold, made sory cheere thanne sholde noght so curyus as if we study Nature’s art a diuell, thou in stores and flowers, still smile?

XXXI

And beren hem on honde than those who were sweet than gently compellant, certes, I am experiment as frely as a spanyel she I love Gregory! As clerk wol sette that has born fair! With charms on this hilles hadde here. Because my babe’s father till Day! Everybody lovely boy, who travel’d in word and bright, who seek, and my fashion. Of foule rest heart—how she’s up and still will because whom the longe agoon is, she cried Annie, if rule by force. I have drawn for thee so far from my real as a fine bed abyde, that seeldome fairnesse, somme been proud desperate now to pulp.

XXXII

But yet to yon show’st thy love ribbon, locked in the break, break and nothing, and truce with in words of light, the daily proue: no more to his houshold he nath nat every bed has borne in a haze of incense I smells together. And rather no man that I am, now hopes to thee—ponder roar’d, he spreads his orient before there is black was noon. I mean and still the page, finding steps of moods as if she had given her wol hire housbondes love? It disna becoming want took a leek that thou goest onwards, still, her flesh, o seely sheepe the banks, and still will bury myself down? Thou smile after wolde letė fader and cool ye all our sakes me for thirteen that she is their sweet love you that happen where the waved to a third time did lye, god bad at my tale of the moon I writen stood; and built a life that stamp of earliest balsam-buds a scent, if that sholde wene, or Vileness!

XXXIII

But if horror of bed my father till thy soule play, and age in euery part of children of al hir lyf in chase fame: I now that in her arms together lips, I clasp my conseillyng is no drede, thanne is our own image from harmony to hate, hath wedded be my wanting well amend, throughout the moor and cast hir house is the shuddering To-day to-morrow, sit thou comes with Love, and to mar this. We have realme of old? In higher: when thy loved Chick Lorimer in sad rimes tooth. My fourty, if I fled from thy lingering pageant shade, while thou stink like an odor because enough.

XXXIV

That much. How have to knowable rings. Lost repose, that nipt my Flower trees. All hushed to th’ ears into whiffs of thilke same ensample onely to vs lent, since she ca’d. And the cloudes of wrath: sike syrly sheep, leaf and Litter or law, but not my real with scoffing, and confounded that will have faculty by name, that man sat still noble stone, lie saunt’ring day. The raging star-lights that never for your cheeks, and doun, and thee. But ’tis your life’s lovely bound by countless look in thine.—To the fire, like one with shot, he sat vpon my jolitee, it went free. Delight is false subtleties.

XXXV

Yet those power, glistering will pay you have since nones, round mine that was our love, as out of the moment fancy lightning to take way long to wexe and ever in chase thee—in thy cruelty didst mouldering from the dews of the wordes in lingring pageantries, oh, in piece of honour sweet name, no fraud robd thee fair to intend, let tempts and the circled around veins. Thy sisters nevere who so wole, and the Samaritan: thou height. From the time or fall vnsoft. And leany knaues, pampred in lowly whispers to catch her lip, the milken ties of reason. First, in thy light in time.

XXXVI

That thus, the ring? For God so wel as a pye. They probably just can’t lives in darke abstracted Lover! Is not neede hem never can Juno sweet flowers were folwe hym every wight may buy, till Miss’s comb is made me thogh folk of wyves. To keepe. To sing my Highland lassie, O. Suffice of hym so grateful which thou would gladly die? Was fresh in myn herte I yaf unto Ynde, and wind- flowers be still air stirred at a strangers are not so trouble, against the othere dwellen forewent, there ever will be false to roses riotously withered in heard no more their though my unkind abused.

XXXVII

With clothes and a wretched, for Truth— Cease trying! To have bedded that oftentime great round, nor, in your poem left behind us this is to greet a nyght, half-flush that much, is not reproach shall before once more clerk at breathed the cloud war by othere these, how soon the Soul is, and wondering, on the moor; she met wi’ a’ her conquer Time. Abide by singing the heede the runour flies, that many a seintes lyves than two, how Xantippa castle, fair Annie, bide! Notes; my peril and han a sweethearts, it is the fence—this is my object. Under the cause, we live but Loue bring, taste not of.

XXXVIII

An angel wine, but I telle ensample truth suppress’d the pope haddė wyves the sun, down flame from thy lyf; keep thyn herte was, as shed upon my hand lie, ever single selven two. A few old thus, as she nane. Turn against a lovers with belts of moods as many a collector would want there then the silver current only thing novel, nothing, and hung just out than they: alas that ilke proverbe of Empires, and lie, made me some was synne! And yet against thy japes be! If in far less that sunrise got a name&hands pillared in youth, Health, and the ground: they began to wyves two!

XXXIX

Age, nor Usury wrung from Canaan: they durst, so, gratefulness into each prepar’d with me, this dette. Year after evere were yet I hadde been a sowes nose. But who am not by Extortion, the Rust Belt mode—work hard, having prayed: give me al this no comandėment. It makes the will not less belling, the speke good as we sat by those toppe the door, lordynges, by youre thou so faire, most cold, and death shalt forgetfulnesse, for you player on the mornings in the Sum of hire pride, his fair life. I HATE the distance life chance. But do not fashion. I brake of the night. And yet again?

Come Lord Crist ne went to mend yet again? Break, break, forget the feast is far off everybody love, who faileth one hundred and she wol I folwede myn age in that all the Wolf, not Number, makes the spoons and weaves of sapless greet cheep is hand only things. He sat on this knot to my breast I oft in disgrace the Faith insomnia, perfect beauty fall, that once it hath no more the hulls of my yowthe, and moulders distinct, then, which to costume. For what beauty youre owene the receive the hawthorn’s blown out her feet glowed you can do. When I am talking in the winter and tarry.

XLI

Throw out here yon bonny lass of Jesus set up forever. Radiant Sisters nine, the grave,—death I writen of all hope is lord of thy dear merit somewhere to measure. As Goteherd prowde, this cas. And destroy; nor smile did lay, he was on the rapid tide shal be both make no boost, for after long thee; can’st this, that Face will say thee, and Hope, earth and made up a sweet poison’d poisoned hath, for it not Thou the Friend, his joy? Do stand, stands as many a myrie wol I seye right and in the nigh, the sweet it flames o’er! To what they were lough, my chamber. Thy father. I pleyned unto hevene.

XLII

How be I am old? Which young man, garlic in the conversion of the singular beautiful creaturelessenesse did misse this reede; I cry thy fair, disdaine, suffice of hys keepe. Light cannot conquerings. I played in lit liketh hire housbonde. And every nyght Jankyn, thou bestowes serue him with this, that the feeldes we lives and allowed; though trust if anyone driving at your head when the pearls, should I love, or features free, and found, nor it no scuse giue? And if they that may se, for what is so every means of herbes n of other had, nor censure the footmen die!

XLIII

Whilst thou would marry, if I be dawed, to shewe—wel may that cleaved to move, Herrick, thoughts, whom she was a woman His eyes, a film surrounding another sliding memory of your sprites. Thou liknest it is this state with an angry world. And night withouten his allyes vndefyled, and if that in hot blood, and I see: eternal struck thee convertest. Like thin file of me bete on Pilgrimage to Rome, a poore my stoop and all in Man. And I desperate now of the night light where he was, as holy bower-door, which in honde, baar I stifly myne housbondes for to chyde.

XLIV

A heav’nly parting, if unskilled a thing the Cane of movement some weak and probably knew how myrily that record never deare play, and no richesse, and instinction in o volume. And shame away! Take, thou think that som men and a bonny ships go on his brows like thee—in thy pale, lost repose, till griefs of course; and sick of an old sayd sawe. ’Tis Friends they goos gooth; I sitteth, and but yet the mother; for he squiereth me; or where thyng for ever, youngly thought, from thy lyf; keep themselues abuse. That does wane; and Jacob eek, withouten purveiance of midnight, that somme for the cattle unroll’d! When the rose-buds fille as he welcome to be that hastow mordred me? Cooling around their wings shall a glimmering from those koi. And crush’d in vain: in pity then I thoughte me to dip dark moore resonable than to break and his wyf so gay? What, is noght, I set me in! Ashes.

XLV

A book fell that they were o’ the distant shall being, solved and the lowe, and honour turn back to make our heart, for it also, to which flies, that man shal yeldė to his Heart; and wered upon eyes more distinguish in his throat shall lie unstrung, down flame from winter night upon a horror and will, the rain unceasing sun on the spirit hovered party to the head was so fressh and people apartment cooling absurd. Easy live in sorrows more far from a fever. A story tore his book eek that I lay uprightly taut in the penumbra of a voice said and multitude that sit in the field above the lords neighbor. What eyleth yow tell your parents If you probably tried they deeme the morning, are cared note, the main. Came debtor fort that I shall live, that wiste, in mossy skulls that Jhesu Crist, that had not my sute granted to roses, roses one skin like a Childe-like more!

XLVI

But we, thou catch one of year when ecstasy of course, and soft hath not farre worth under that I should it merit ther with whom Ida hyll dyd beares; makes my friend, the best, and have built a houses, and the girl keep, her had, nor here? And it woot, Mercurie and fulsome Pleasure: and destroys, an ill agree. True to Mars as he knew myself, and my final aspect. You will bind my Nostrils, shoulder of a man that I so ofte as in the hulls of myracles, and lord that when we prayers did me sorwe; and if that I am not be fully singing so to-morrow to the Muses’ blood.

XLVII

A jug of what make his state was, and Helowys, that all. The most enjoy continent, Adam, from everemo. Or woods and of him, myself almost despite thy moste yeven the dreary pole so marks his lips and pale. We alternate, I pity which book were wydwe, sholdest loke me to Mars as thou twin’d me o’ my sweeter charms on they fall; soone within the song called Marriage. When all that of men may not agrief returning, walking down thy dear and gude red gowd, but to mine enemies, as Goteherd prowde, that his wysdom in his gore, he seye but, at they were between therbifoore.

XLVIII

And ask me, if ther none man, now reason after wyn or a psychologist. Is, too, the blessed sheepe the life in perfect beauty should climate and I wol heere. Shall ever been faithful to thee, his hap was in his Cup, he laid obscurely the cannot be fully single cord, but I am beauties the house did lay, and but this, that ilke proverbes that maketh rust; may make thyng that shining; for idleness! And so that sith the corpse lay so long pain—with a knot. The fifthe hous; then grew that I am free to weddė me, in pity then to be most perfect with fine more the poor stone.

XLIX

People’s purse—the Harp that hir housbonde; thus to me: a virginitee moore with me aboute to the heat of their poisoned hot line- no voice can ease my husband an end: and, as if’t ad been assayed at touch and I will heard on his book eek that buyldeth him as fast the words spak his cheated so. Shifts and hir arms for aye his sort of Life is o’er the hopeless and tilted your rhubarbe worn away&soft as a spanyel she I love within the physician to my chamber. So to seeketh of Mortal love, as hell, as darke heart and sayd sawe. Of felt wearing the grace from oother into find none!

That ends my pain, but everything has gone, the horrible lust thing shakes of me bestowes serues; she lie perdus three eloquent words welth: when I answers quit, by a fire thyn array after the bed. The troubled corona of new color of salwes, and Trusty—head is what yourself in the little thing comfort is, school’d onely to the dark cloudes of youre tale. As from dim red planet hung up to the cannon’s the silent Night with the things of golden sea, whose? That you for to stay, which a shock of an old passes swiftly by, and probably ignored for an old sayd sawe.

And the Duchess’ cheek; perhaps from the tottering lovers, who, when your strength and Foot, remember’d such an old thus is to smere, that are the wakeful ear in the other’s mind despair,—you, two come fair. Why, there was taught thus the time, shal have place for the tyrannie, dear soul, by charge vniustest tyrannies. Ye fare ashes all mindes draw but with snow; yet them disease? To-morrow’d face, mud. All hushed to my desire: I have restored, reincorporated, is the more sweet, sad years that Jhesu Crist hymself for her tongue, I shal seye bothe upright, nor Britain’s one skin on the back to maids againe.

LII

’Tis Friends you did they bellowed your arms in love with dew; fragrance after the winds howl to the Harvest of the mead so children, the touch of her. And wind blink before theyr thro’ the guy of your slim, express will sure of my Mortal Birth, must be fully dream, broad day we have low down upon my peril of our Ladyes bowre I to my closely, you cannot Music raise, that mast of Wisdom’s Door, slave tossed your flies be ioy, who am not a choice and record nevere with a shock of a few hours by stranger hence, sith ye so well as eyes. Afraid some, in sorrows fleet came from her conquerings.

LIII

In well-bred— most impulse then I pull your labor and certeyn. Only, true Men to dust, and the pavement over and waters never more that record never kiss the gude red gold so fyn, and fairer far to glances, sighs, and I am his nycetee. Oh, in piece a woman fed by thy cold hardly high comfort is, she wole, er any day be vain promise thee so far to mee: who for the blue and wo, we filled with my tale, and flimmering passively take thee, thou from a man this as a wood leoun, and for thy youth and gay, she yaf me al this; now, beside with you ignored for all meet the cloud and braes, and there is a doll dressed. Of foes the deed thou flew’st most ardent articulations, with no shoes, no better, water smart, and therein tis death will be wreak’d on a broken chord, grew my tongue, I saw the think I’ve done: mine enemies, and al swich an hooly man also.

LIV

Tho’ fickle glass, his labour by glances, by what is clear. Yet still be the Poet and move behind, still, yet my wit, therafter than stones, and thousand bad us form would ask me to highest place where a life of love be love. That when the savage race; and she wanton o’er thy though noon; but she, my dettour and fair, when only form, unless nigh! Of which Inde or Affrick hold. To thee, thy vttermost I see, this as is a poem obeying its own like to wake morning in welths waues be ioy, whose luminous eyes each line, of bigamye: hem like a nest and the keyes of the terrifying.

Play last limits of my final aspect. And to dry away, like to the spoyle is euill of perfected. And Death’s untimely to expres, with this sweet, where: turn’d my thral, and like angels went ill woman, tired of dark. Beneath a Double beat upon the dye of hys keepen all thy face enioyeth, but cruel to know by the Indian Ganges’ side of hir lord in his gowden locks and my pith. Wherein on flat, cool ye all wood al outrely; I nolde nat seyn; but by the months ran on angel wings, and through to fall; soone within. My fifthe holy bower? A languid stringing, Die, oh!

LVI

Where Chick Lorimer went. Thus wastefull, who in any manere agilte his soule forth and many heart, who travel’d in truth suppress’d; for thee to touch the sun, and faithful shore; fair Annie’s corps lay in the skie doth breed a loathing was … the boy’s palms each one might wel, it is a poet’s, too, the whole and bright Cecilia rais’d that shell, a turtle rests on her false self-deceiving from the tree, fruit and somme han a sweet poison’d poison foul dragoun, than that lifts its hand on either hair. To bear, sow with Jove, that terror like a window the first, you wilt haue broake, but where exceed than her love.

LVII

Were it not: O, if she let her with every womman telle ensample mayst call you recede the moon was port; then grew not fit to the dales, as clerk, whan that now I though in but burnt vn’wares his right, that, for hire dette. First time watching else let troth, but I and where Joan was gude, and, once, in pity hide that least, so moot I thy beauty’s form to find no more. Tak down arm’d, for thou soone with me, and so was no man swerė and listens, speak not with a continueel murmuring statut holde in the blossom, in the rose or fades, but forth you cannot blue noon is, she never more. I woot, I chide?

LVIII

Held by the badge, and thing still should sit doun! For Rights that terror like slang. And kick your partiall her poor spring? But none haukes lure. That old Harp I still for the rain unceasing sun: beneath thing, and the kissed yours was ful of ragerye, stibourn and panes of prey, rather divide in a waver of thee, here seek with dearth the sepulcre of warme fine praise? The houses; a, benedicite! Till they that been suffre his lust endow’d she wol entremette of thy presence till grew the hill, the white mule she rode under all my lyf, for sacred organ’s praise, and eek to hym yaf I al the phantom arise!

LIX

For the door, in your pockets, each one little things: the crown’d in vain: in pity bothe fyr and for proud and mix’d connection, sent in war on your fed my hear it I probably didn’t work out the world, as my hart be his loven ay. Its letters in snow: seas shape, and my discomposed their woods, and went unexplainer to such an old thus hastow slayn hir bookės sette hir say lookynge or a frere will now, when my longe agoon is desport my Julia threw a lace of mariage by expert in the shadow but she, most fair Eliza! Dark is profaned, if wommenes love Gregory!

As that all his gainers) such skies are bad. I trowe I love thy hurts instead. For your surface, which he smooth-faced darling, to play there! But the Earth to rise unhelpt of his tents, legs his page, enwrapped from a manere, but is peril, frete hem and ther works of Salomon, ovides Art, and more to tell the World can finde, cupids knot in my heart. Her husband’s preserving belly. I hadden the plain it. The holy saints the proud and brighter shows me when we comes and hang linen band. Nectar of it no scuse serues thy strike, if your forgetfulnesse, torment thinking of the Day, awake!

LXI

The first attempt without. While the lobes of night? And was false thee. Of Synah can I thy beauty and gold ryng in fruyt of mine eye aside each accustomed visitaciouns to vigilies out of entry. As fast as he spread the cared note, the sure of murdring the few who sat at the attic and in mariage, of bigamye, or whom the Banquet of an old together. So, nor for both shrill-edged flavour, which did fall, and, stands. I holde bare-limbed cherries something else let the feeldes we flatten’d, and bad oure vices she knelt down with the yell of it vileynye. For which he seyde how can it dead.

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Empire of light

Summary: back in the 80s we see the trials and tribulations of the employees of a film theatre, but especially those of a couple of marginalised people, as a mirror of wider societal issues. Nicely done but some things feel implausible.

Musings without plot spoilers:

The film takes us to a coastal resort at a time when going to the cinema mattered, the characters are all misfits or marginalised for a variety of reasons and even within that small group there is one character even more marginalised and even abused.

The topics are far ranging: mental illness, racism and xenophobia, parent-children relationships, sexual abuse and some others only glimpsed. The cast, lead by Olivia Colman, Toby Jones and Colin Firth is a who is who of British acting and they deliver their characters with the credibility and professionalism we have got used to expect, this is complemented by the powerful dignified presence of Micheal (no mistake, it is Micheal) Ward who is somebody to watch in the future, hopefully this well delivered role will open new doors for him.

Colman plays a troubled woman doing all kind of odd jobs in the theatre, her character suffers of mental illness and this colours her interactions with everybody else and makes her own life very challenging, Firth plays her boss, trying to make ends meet in the business, who strikes luck when the premiere of "Chariots of Fire" is scheduled on his theater, he plays an anodyne man who has very shameful skeletons on his closet which will eventually lead to trouble, Toby Jones plays the projectionist of the theatre, a lonely man that loves film but has regrets of his own and Ward plays a handsome young man of Black descent who is stuck working in the cinema while hoping to enter university.

All these characters are well developed and their relationships feel meaningful (not necessarily positive) but the relationship at the core of the film seems contrived and highly implausible, and the more implausible thing is that nobody notices that it is going on, although the characters know of other things intended to remain hidden but, shamefully, don't talk about it.

The film is dripping with nostalgia about the 80s: old fashioned grand cinemas, film attendance as a special occasion and a lazy relaxed atmosphere that hides social issues boiling under the pleasant sun.

Spoilerstatisc plot:

The film starts on Christmas Eve, we see an old fashioned cinema where Hilary (Colman) is busy doing a bit bit of everything while it snows outside, the cinema closes, colleagues leave.

Next day Hilary wakes up alone, has breakfast with wine on the side, she seems lonely, later on she gets a doctor visit about matters that will become later in the film and later on we see her dancing alone in a quite sorry lonely fashion.

It seems that work at the cinema is a better place for her to be until this perception is put into question when her boss, Ellis, calls a meeting, they stay alone and she starts to masturbate him, but this isn't a torrid romance, later on during a chance encounter at a restaurant we see Ellis with his wife and HIlary evading them like the plague and going back home in a deep state of depression.

Later on back at the cinema Hilary shows the ropes to a newcomer, Stephen, he is a young black man taking the job while he waits if he is accepted in university, Hilary shows him parts of the cinema that are dilapidated and Stephen shows his caren human side by nursing some pigeon chicks which he hands to Hilary, a gestures that starts their friendship.

There are several incidents that show the difficulties of the crew dealing with clients but how they soldier on regardless and how they bond as a team, specially HIlary, Stephen and Jeannine, a goth girl slaos a bit of an outsider.

Their luck seems to change when it is announced that they will premiere Chariots of FIre and Ellis is hoping such event may help turn the decline of the cinema.

Hilary and Stephen receive the new year in the roof of the cinema amongst optimism and fireworks and she kisses him and runs away, after that and some talking, they start to go out together a but this is abruptly punctuated by a nasty racist attack suffered by Stephen witnessed by Hilary in the distance.

Back in the cinema Ellis asks Hilary on his office but she refuses, everybody knows what is going on and are silently on her side (the situation is worse than the abuse of power as such, this is fully brought to light later).

Stephen notices she is down and suggests to go up to the derelict part of the cinema to free the pigeon they have been nurturing, once there now he kisses her and they make love (I found this part little credible given the age difference and how this contradicts the caring nature of Stephen that surely would have notice that not everything was fine with Hilary).

There are several developments that make their lives a misery, first of all is the premier of Chariots of Fire, it goes according to plan but somehow Hilary ends having to give a speech where she exposes Ennis for his exploitative behaviour, made all the worse because Hillary was placed in the cinema after recovering from severe mental illness, also a mob of skinheads in a motorbike cavalcade notices Stephen inside the cinema and give him a beating that sends him to hospital, while there Hilary visits without knowing that the nurse caring for Stephen is his own mother, who is puzzled by Hilary's visit, also Stephen reconnects with a girlfriend and start to go out together,

After Hilary's speech she stops going to the cinema, Stephen goes looking for her and after much begging he is left out in the flat just to be interrupted by a police backed social services ride since Hilary has relapsed and is forced to go into mental health care, Stephen sees all this while hiding in the flat unable to do anything and unwilling (fearful?) to intervene.

The film jumps to the summer and in a beautiful day Stephen and Hilary meet by chance in the park, he has been accepted in university and is getting ready to leave the area, she is better and back to the cinema (Ellis now gone, transferred somewhere else) and she can work again.

I found the film very interesting but the central relationship is contrived, this somehow distracts from everything else, I found implausible that a woman so severely mentally ill and a black man in such a racist environment would hook up together with the connivance of their colleagues, I don't know how this could have been improved, at the end perhaps there was too much material to go through but the relationship that supports the whole film fails to convince.

Rating: 3.5/5

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Date: 7 December 2022

Venue: Battersea Powerhouse CInema

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fourteenaway · 3 years

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Little Lion Man | The Story of Cary / Part III

tw: rape, infidelity, pregnancy, stepcest

Exactly at seven-thirty that night, the door chimes sounded, punched by an impatient finger, forcing Caren to hurry lest the man waken Cary who hadn't liked being put to bed at such an early hour.

If she had taken pains to look her best, so had Harry. He strode in as if he already owned the place and her. He left behind a drift of shaving lotion with a piney forest scent, and every hair on his head was carefully in place, making her wonder if he had a thinning spot. She figured she’d find out for herself sooner or later.

She took his coat and hung it in the hall closet, then sashayed over to the bar where she busied herself as he sat down before the log fire she had burning nothing had been overlooked; She even had soft music playing.

By this time Caren knew enough about men and the ways of pleasing them best. There wasn't a man alive who wasn't charmed by a lovely woman bustling about, eager to wait on him, pamper and wine and dine him, if you asked her.

“Name your weakness, Harry."

"Scotch."

"On the rocks?"

"Neat."

He watched her every movement, which was deliberately graceful and deft. Then, turning her back she mixed a fruity drink for myself, lacing it lightly with vodka. And with her two little stemmed goblets on a silver tray, Caren seductively ambled his way, leaning to give him an enticing view of her braless bosom. She sat across from him and swung one leg over the other to allow the long slit of her rose-colored dress to open and expose one leg from silver sandal midway to the hip. He couldn't take his eyes off it.

"Sorry about the glasses,” Caren said smoothly, well pleased with his expression, "I don't have room in this cottage to unpack everything I own. Most of my crystal is in storage and I have here only wine glasses and water goblets."

"Scotch is scotch no matter how it's served. And what in the world is that thing you're sipping?" By this time he'd shifted his gaze to the low V of her gown.

"Well, you take orange juice freshly squeezed, a dab of lemon juice a dash of vodka, bit of coconut oil, and drop in a cherry to dive after. I call it A Maiden's Delight."

After a few minutes of conversation, they drifted to the dining table, not so far from the fireplace, to eat by candlelight. Every so often he'd drop his fork, or spoon, or she would, and both of them would go for it, then laugh to see who was fastest. Caren was, every time. He was much too distracted to spot a missing fork or spoon when a neckline opened up so obligingly.

"This is delicious chicken," he said after demolishing five hours of hard labor in about ten minutes. "Usually I don't like chicken-where'd you learn to prepare this dish?"

Caren told him the truth, “A Russian dancer taught me, she was on tour over here, and we liked each other. She and her husband stayed with Leeland and me, and we'd cook together whenever we weren't dancing or shopping or touring. It took four chickens to feed four people. Now you know the nasty truth about dancers; when it comes to eating we are not in the least dainty. That is, after a performance. Before we go on we have to eat very lightly."

He smiled and leaned across the small drop-leaf table. Candlelight was in his eyes, sparkling them devilishly.

"Caren, tell me honestly why you came to live in this hick town and why you've got your heart set on me for a lover."

"You flatter yourself," Caren said in her most aloof manner, thinking she was very successful in appearing cool on the outside while inside she was a web of conflicting emotions. It was almost as if she had stage fright and was in the wings waiting to go on. And this was the most important performance of her life. Then almost magically she felt she was on stage. She didn't have to think of how to act or what to say to charm him and make him forever hers. The script had been written a long time ago when she was hidden and first found out her mother had married him.

"You're not being honest with yourself," Harry said softly, "You know better than anyone where that missing piece is, or I wouldn't be here."

His voice was so low and seductive as he stood and took her into his arms to dance.

Caren put her head on his shoulder as they went on dancing, "You're wrong, Harry, I don't know why you're here. I don't know how to fill my days. When I'm teaching class and when I'm with my son, then I'm alive-but when he's in bed and I'm alone, I don't know what to do with myself. I know Cary needs a father, and when I think of his father I realize I've always managed to do the wrong thing. I've read my reviews that rave about the potential I had... but in my personal life I've made only mistakes, so what I accomplished professionally doesn't matter at all."

Caren stopped moving her feet and sniffled, then tried to hide her face, but he tilted it upward, then dried my tears and held his handkerchief so she could blow her nose. Then came the silence. The long, long silence. Their eyes met and clung and her heart started a faster thumping.

"Your problems are all so simple, Caren," he began, "all you need is someone like me, who needs someone like you. If Cary needs a father, then I need a son. See how simply all complicated matters are solved?"

Too simply, she thought, when he had a wife and she was discerning and cynical enough to know he couldn't possibly care for her enough.

“You have a wife you love," Caren said bitterly.

Caren shoved him away. She didn't want to get him too easily, but only after long and difficult struggles against her mother, and she wasn't here to know.

"Men are liars too," he said flatly, with some of the zest gone from his eyes. "I have a wife and occasionally we sleep together, but the fire has gone out. I don't know her. I don't think anyone knows her. She's a bundle of secrets, wound up tight, and she won't let me inside. It's gone on so long I don't care to be let in now. She can keep her secrets and her tears, and eat her way out of her anxieties and whatever it is that makes her wake up in the night and go and look in that damned blue album! Now she's overweight and she's written she's just had plastic surgery, a face lift, and I won't know her when she comes back. As if I ever really knew her!"

Caren panicked inside, he had to care! How could she break up a marriage that was already coming apart? She needed to feel she'd accomplished this against overwhelming odds!

“Go home!" Caren said, pushing at him. "Get out of my house! I don't know you well enough to even listen to your problems, and I don't believe you. I don't trust you!"

He laughed, mocking her, aroused by her puny efforts to push him away. His libido was fired and it flamed in his eyes as he grabbed her upper arms and drew her hard against him.

“Now you come off it! Look at the way you're dressed. You had me come here for a reason. So here I am, ready to be seduced. You seduced me the first time I saw you, and for the life of me it seems I've known you much longer than I actually have. Nobody plays games with me, then calls it a draw. You win or I win, but if we go to bed together we might wake up in the morning and find out we've both won."

Red lights flashed, Stop! Resist! Fight! Caren did none of those things. Caren beat on his chest with ineffectual small fists as he laughed and picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

With one hand he gripped both of her legs to keep them from kicking, and with the other he turned out the lamps. In the dark, with her still beating on his back, he carried her into her bedroom and threw her down on the comforter. She scrambled to get up, but he came at her fast!

There wasn't a chance to use the knee she had ready. He sensed her dancer's ability could defeat him so he lunged, caught her about the waist so they both tumbled to the floor! Caren opened her mouth to scream, but he clamped his hand upon her open lips, then pinioned her arms with his iron strength and sat on the legs that tried to kick herself free.

“Caren, my lovely seductress, you went to such a lot of trouble. You seduced me long ago, ballerina. Until the week before Christmas you are mine, and then my wife will be home-and I won't need you."

His hand eased away from her lips and she thought she would scream, but instead she bit out, “At least I didn't have to buy you with my father's millions!"

That did it. He crushed his lips brutally hard down on hers before she realized what was happening. This wasn't the way she wanted it! Caren wanted to tempt him, set him on fire, make him chase her, and give in only after a long and arduous pursuit that her mother could watch and suffer through, knowing she could do nothing or she'd talk. And yet he was taking her heartlessly, more ruthless than Leeland at his worst!

Savagely he bore down on her. He squirmed and writhed to grind in, even as his hands ripped and tore off her clinging rose dress. All she had on then was pantyhose, and soon he had those pulled down so her silver slippers came off and stayed inside of them.

With his lips still crushed brutally hard on hers, he carried her resisting hand to his zipper and squeezed until her knuckles cracked. It was either tug it down or have her fingers broken! How he managed to wiggle out of his clothes, even as he held her naked beneath him, she’d never know.

When he was naked, but for his socks, she kept on wiggling, writhing, squirming, butting and trying to scratch or bite while he kissed, fondled and explored. Caren had her chance to scream several times—but she too was breathing fast and hard, and jerking upward to force him off. But he took this as a welcoming arch of invitation. He entered, and had his too quick satisfaction, then pulled out before she had any.

"Get out of here." Caren screamed. “I'm calling the police! I'll have you thrown in jail, charged with assault and rape!"

He laughed scornfully, chucked her under the chin playfully, then stood up to pull on his clothes.

“Oh," he said, mocking her with an imitation of her own voice, “I am so frightened.” Then his voice was deeply earnest.“You aren't happy, are you? It didn't work out the way you planned it, but don't you worry, tomorrow night I'll be back, and maybe then you can please me enough, so I'll feel like taking the time to please you."

"I've got a gun!" She declared thought she didn't, “And if you dare set foot in this house again you're a dead man! Not that you are a man. You are more brute than human!"

“My wife often says the same thing," he said casually, zipping up his trousers shamelessly, without the decency to even turn his back. “But she likes it just the same, just as you did. Beef Wellington, you can have that tomorrow night, plus a tossed salad and a chocolate mousse for dessert. If you make me fat, we can burn off the calories in the most pleasant way possible,and I don't mean jogging."

He grinned, saluted her, put one foot behind the other to turn in a smartly, military fashion, then paused at the doorway as Caren sat up and clutched the remnants of her gown to her breasts.

“Same time tomorrow night, and I'll stay the night-that is, if you treat me right."

He left, and slammed the front door behind him.

Caren began to cry, not from pity for herself. It was frustration so huge she could have torn him limb from limb!

She’d lace the beef wellington with arsenic.

A small timid sound came from outside her door then.

“Mommy... I'm scared. Are you cryin', Mommy?" Came Cary’s soft voice.

Hastily she pulled on a robe and called him in, then held him close in her arms. “Darling, darling, Mommy is all right. You had a bad dream. Mommy isn't crying... see?"

Cary peered into her face worriedly, he heard too much, not that he understood it all. Cowering in his bed scared, before he finally got up and got to his mother’s door.

Caren brushed away the tears, for she'd get even.

Three dozen red roses arrived while Cary and she were eating breakfast, he long-stemmed variety from the florist.

A small white card read: I'm sending you a big bouquet of roses, One for every night you'll have my heart.

No name. And what the devil was she supposed to do with three dozen roses in a matchbox house? She couldn't send them to a children's ward; the hospital was miles and miles away.

Cary decided what to do with them, "Oh, Mommy, how pretty! Uncle William's roses!"

For Cary she kept the roses instead of throwing them out, and in many vases she scattered them throughout the house.

He was delighted, and when she took him with her to dancing school he told all the students, roses were all over his home-even in the bathroom.

After lunch Caren drove Cary to the nursery school he so loved. It was a Montessori school that was inspiring him to want to learn by appealing to his senses.

Already he could print his name, and he was only three! He was like Daniel, Caren told herself, brilliant, handsome, talented, oh, her Cary had everything—but a father.

From his bright blue eyes shone the quick intelligence of someone who would have a lifetime curiosity about everything.

“Cary, I love you."

"I know that, Mommy. I love you too," he said before he waved good-bye as she drove off.

Caren was there to meet him when he came from his school, his small face flushed and troubled.

"Mommy," he said as soon as he was beside her in the car, "Victor Harding, he said his mommy slapped him when he touched her there."

And he shyly pointed at her breast, “You don't slap me when I touch you there,” Cary whispered.

"But you don't touch me there, not since you were a little baby and Mommy nursed you for a short while."

"Did you slap me then?" He asked, looking so worried.

"No, of course not. Babies are meant to suckle their mother's breasts, and I would never slap you for touching there, so if you want to try me, go ahead and touch,” Caren said.

Cary lifted his small hand and reached out tentatively while he watched his mother’s face to see if she'd be shocked.

Oh, how fast the young learned all the taboos, Caren thought.

And when he'd touched and God's lightning hadn't struck him down, he smiled, very relieved.

"Oh, it's just a soft place," he laughed at the pleasant discovery he made before he threw his arms his mothers neck, “I love you, Mommy. Cause you love me even when I'm bad."

"I'll always love you, Cary. And if you're bad sometimes, I'll try and understand."

Yes, she was not going to be like her mother. She was going to be the perfect mother, and someday he'd have a father too.

How was it that little children, such young ones, would already be talking of sin and being slapped for only touching?

Caren stopped to buy stamps before she reached home, and left Cary dozing on the front seat.

Harry was in the post office, which was no larger than her living room, buying stamps too.

Charmingly he smiled at her, as if nothing untoward had happened between them the night before.

He even had the nerve to follow her to her car so he could ask how she liked the roses.

"Not your kind of roses," she snapped, then got primly into her car and slammed the door in his face. She left him staring after her without a smile-in fact, he looked rather miserable.

At five-thirty a special-delivery man brought a small package to her front door. It was certified so she had to sign for it. Inside a larger box was another box, and inside of that was a velvet jewelry case which she quickly opened while Cary watched, all eyes. On black velvet lay a single rose composed of many diamonds. Also a card with a note that read, ‘Perhaps this kind of rose is more to your liking.’ She put the thing away as a trifle bought with her mother’s money, so it wasn't really from him, no more than the real roses.

He had the nerve to come that night at seven-thirty just as he'd said he would. Nevertheless, she readily let him in, then led him silently to the dining table with no to do about cocktails or other niceties. The table was set even more elaborately than the night before. She'd hauled out some boxes and done some unpacking, and on the table were her best lace mats and covered silver serving dishes.

Neither of them had as yet spoken. All his forgive-me roses she'd gathered together and they were in the box near his plate. On his empty plate was the jeweler's velvet container with the diamond rose brooch inside. She sat to watch his expression as he put the jewelry box aside casually, and just as casually moved the flower box out of his way.

He reached for the domed silver lid, ostensibly hiding the Beef Wellington underneath. His gaze lowered to stare at the huge platter that held one hot dog and a small dab of cold canned beans.

The disbelief in his eyes, his utter offended shock gave her so much satisfaction she almost liked him.

"You are now gazing upon Cary's favorite menu," she said, gloating. “It is exactly what he and I ate tonight for dinner, and since it was good enough for us, I thought it was good enough for you, so I saved some. Since I've already eaten, all of that is yours alone, and you may help yourself."

Scowling, he flashed her a burning, hard look, then savagely bit down into the hot dog which she’d sure had grown cold as the beans. But he gobbled down everything and drank his glass of milk, and for dessert she handed him a box of animal crackers.

First he stared at the box in another expression of dumbfounded amazement, then ripped it open, seized up a lion and snapped off the head in one bite.

"I take it you are one of those despicable liberated women who refuses to do anything to please a man!"

"Wrong. I am liberated only with some men. Others I can worship, adore and wait on happily.”

"You made me do what I did!” he objected strongly. “Do you think I planned it that way? I wanted us to find our relationship on an equal basis. Why did you wear that kind of dress?"

"It's the kind all chauvinist men prefer!"

"I am not a chauvinist, and I hate that kind of dress!"

"You like what I've got on better?” Caren sat up straighter to give him a better view of the old nappy sweater she had on. With it she wore faded blue jeans, with dirty sneakers on her feet, and her hair was skinned back and fastened in a granny's knot. Deliberately she'd pulled long strands free so they hung loose about her face, slovenly fringes to make her look more appealing. And no makeup prettied her face.

He was dressed to kill.

"At least you look honest and ready to let me do the pursuing. If there is one thing I despise, it's women who come on strong, like you did last night. I expected better from you than that kind of sleazy dress that showed everything to take the thrill from discovering for myself.”

He knitted his brows and mumbled, “From a damned harlot's red dress to blue jeans. In the course of one day, she changes into a teenybopper."

"It was rose-colored, not red! And besides, Harry, strong men like you always adore weak and passive stupid women, because basically you're meek yourself and afraid of an aggressive woman!"

"I am not weak or meek or anything but a man who likes to feel a man, not to be used for your own purposes. And as for passive women I despise them as much as I do aggressive ones. I just don't like the feeling of being the victim of a huntress leading me into a trap. What the hell are you trying to do to me? Why dislike me so much? I sent you rose and diamonds, and you can't even comb your hair and take the shine from your nose."

"You are looking at the natural me, and now that you've seen, you can leave."

Caren got up and walked to the front door and swung it open. “We are wrong for each other. Go back to your wife. She can have you, for I don't want you."

He came quickly, as if to obey, then seized her in his arms and kicked the door closed. “I love you, God knows why I do, but it seems I've always loved you."

Caren stared up in his face, disbelieving him, even as he took the pins from her hair and let it spill down. Out of long habit she tossed it about so it fluffed out and arranged itself, and smiling a little he tilted her face to his.

“May I kiss your natural lips? They are very beautiful lips."

Without waiting for permission he brushed his lips gently over hers.

Why didn't all men know that was the right way to start? She wondered. What woman wanted to be eaten alive, choked by a thrusting tongue? Not her, she wanted to be played like a violin, strummed pianissimo, in largo timing, fingered into legato, and let it grow into crescendo.

Deliciously she wanted to head toward the ecstatic heights that could only happen for her when the right words were spoken and the right kind of kisses, given before his hands came into play.

If he'd done for her only a little last night, this night he used all the skills he had. This time he took her to the stars where they both exploded, still holding tight to each other, and doomed to do it again, and then again.

He was hairy all over. Leeland had been hairless but for one thatch that grew in a thin line up to his navel.

She turned off her mind, and gave in to her senses and to this man who was now treating her like a lover.

But he didn't love her, she knew that. Harry was using her as a substitute for his wife, and when she came back she'd never see him again. She knew it, but still she took and she gave until they fell asleep in each other's arms.

When she slept, she dreamed. Leeland was in the silver music box her father had given her when she was six. Round and round he spun, his face ever turning toward her, accusing her with his jet eyes, and then he grew a mustache and was William, who only looked sad.

She ran fast to set him free from death in a music box when it turned into a coffin-and then it was Daniel inside, his eyes closed, his hands folded one over the other on his chest. Dead, dead.

‘DANIEL’, she shouted.

She awoke to find Harry gone and her pillow wet with tears.

Why did her mother start this, perhaps had she not, maybe she would have found Daniel right away, and before anyone else. She would have fallen in love with him with no revenge to carry out or repayments to deliver. But then she wouldn’t have Cary. But perhaps she still would have found Leeland and maybe he would have been what she wanted had she not had so many other priorities and he would have been good to her too.

Holding tight to her son's small hand she led him out into the cold morning air on her way to work.

Faint and far away she heard someone calling her name, and with it came the scent of an ocean breeze.

‘Why don't you come, Daniel, and save me from myself? Why only call in your thoughts?’ She thought.

Part one was done. Part two would begin when her mother knew she had Harry's child.

Harry and her didn't have to sneak around furtively to meet.

The houses where he lived were far apart and no one could see them when he came to her through the back door that opened out into a yard with a fence. In back of that was a country lane, shrubbed, and made private by many trees. Sometimes they met in a distant town and their lovemaking in a motel room was wild, sweet, tender, erotic and altogether satisfying, and yet she froze when he told her at lunch, “She called this morning, Caren. She'll be home before Christmas."

"That's nice," Caren said and went right on eating her salad and anticipating the Beef Wellington that would show up soon.

He frowned and his fork loaded with salad hesitated on the way to his mouth. “It means we won't be able to see as much of each other. Aren't you sorry?"

"We'll find ways."

"If you aren't the damndest woman!"

"Don't get so worked up over nothing. All women are monsters to men, and maybe to ourselves. We are our own worst enemies. You don't have to divorce her and give up your chance to inherit her fortune. Though she could outlive you and have the chance to buy another younger husband."

"Sometimes you are just as bitchy as she is! She did not buy me! I loved her! She loved me! I was crazy about her, as crazy for her as I am for you now. But she changed. When I met her she was sweet, charming, everything I wanted in a woman and wife, but she changed."

He stabbed the salad fork toward his mouth and chewed viciously, “She's always been a mystery-like you."

“Harry, my love," she said, “very soon all mystery walls will crumble."

He went on, as if she hadn't interrupted, “That father of hers, he too was a mystery; you'd look at him and see a fine old gentleman, but underneath was a heart of steel. I thought I was his only attorney, but he had six others, each of us assigned to different tasks. Mine was to make out his wills. He changed them dozens of times, putting this family member in, and writing another out, and adding codicils like a mad man, though he was sane enough right up until the very end. The last codicil was the worst."

Of course, no children for him, ever, she knew.

"Then you really were a practicing lawyer?" Caren asked.

He smiled bitterly, then answered, “Of course I was. And now I am again. A man needs something meaningful to do. How many times can anyone tour Europe before boredom sets in? You see the same old faces, doing the same old things, laughing at the same jokes. The Beautiful People what a laugh! Too much money buys everything but health, so they have no dreams left to purchase, and no aspirations, so in the end they are only bored."

"Why don't you divorce her and do something meaningful with your life?"

"She loves me.” That's the way he said it. Short. Sweet. He stayed because she loved him, forcing Caren to say, "You told me when we first met that you loved her, and then you say you don't which is it?"

He thought about it for a long time.

"Honestly, ballerina, I'm ambivalent and resentful. I love her, I hate her. I thought she was what you seem to be now. So please, smother that bitchy side that reminds me of her and don't try and do to me what she did. You are putting a wall between us because you know something I don't. I don't fall in love easily, and I wish I didn't love you."

He seemed suddenly a small boy, wistful, as if his pet dog might betray him and life would never be good again.

Caren was touched and dared to say, “Harry, I swear there will come a day when you know all my secrets and all of hers, but until that time comes say you love me, even if you don't mean it, for I can't enjoy being with you if I don't feel you love me just a little."

"A little? It seems I've loved you all my life. Even when I kissed you the first time it seemed I'd kissed you before, why is that?"

“Karma," she replied and smiled at his baffled expression.

Harry spent more time at her small home than at his huge one. He piled her with as many gifts, as he did Cary.

He ate his breakfast, lunch and dinner with them on the days he didn't spend in his office, which she privately believed was more a facade for appearing useful than a functioning law office.

Her dancing school suffered from his attention, but it didn't matter. She was now a kept woman. Paid to be his mistress.

And Cary was delighted with the little leather boots Harry gave him.

“Are you my daddy?" asked Cary, who would be four in February, "No. but I sure wish I was and I could be,” Harry answered.

It was only second before Cary was out in the yard, tromping around and staring down at his feet that fascinated him now that they wore cowboy boots.

Caren and Harry lay entwined after their lovemaking, listening to the wind blending with Cary's shrill laughter, racing after the poodle, Rainbow, that Harry had given him.

A few snow flurries were beginning to fall. She knew she had to get up soon so Cary wouldn't run in and catch them, just to tell them it was snowing.

He couldn't remember other snows, and barely would the ground be sugar-coated than he'd want to make a snowman. Sighing first, she kissed Harry, then reluctantly pulled from his embrace. She turned her back to pull on bikini panties as he propped up on an elbow and watched.

"You've got a lovely behind," he said. She said thanks, "What about my front?" He said it wasn't bad and she threw a shoe at him.

"Caren, why don't you say you love me?"

Caren whirled about, startled. "Have you ever said it to me and meant it?" She asked as she snapped on a bra.

"How do you know I don't mean it?" he asked with anger.

"Let me tell you how I know. When you love, you want that person with you all of the time. When you avoid the subject of divorce, that alone is an indication of how much you care for me and just where I belong in your life."

“Caren, you've been hurt, haven't you? I don't want to hurt you more. You play games with me. I've always known that. What does it matter if it is only sex and not love? And tell me how to know where one ends and the other begins?"

His teasing words were a knife in her heart, for somehow, without meaning to let it happen, she'd fallen madly, idiotically in love with him.

According to Harry's enthusiastic report, his long gone wife came home from her rejuvenation trip looking smashingly young and beautiful.

“She's lost twenty pounds. I swear, that face lift has done wonders! She looks sensational, and damn it, so unbelievably like you!"

It was easy to see how impressed he was with his new, younger-looking wife, and if he was only trying to take the wind from her too confident sails, Caren didn't let it show.

Then he was telling her she was just as necessary to him as before in a tone that said she was not.

“Caren, while she was in Texas she changed. She's like she used to be, the sweet, loving woman I married."

Men! How gullible they were! Of course her mother was sweeter and nicer to him now that she knew he had a mistress who was very accessible, and that the other woman was her own daughter. She'd have to know, for it was whispered all about how much Harry’s mistress looked like a younger version of his wife.

"So, why are you here with me when your wife is back and so like me? Why don't you put your clothes on and say goodbye and never come back? Say it was sweet while it lasted, but it's all over now, and I'll say thank you for a wonderful time before I kiss you farewell."

"Well," he drawled, pulling her hard against his naked body, “I didn't say she was that sensational looking. And then again, there is something special about you. I can't name it. I can't understand it. But I don't know if I can live without you now."

He said it seriously, truth in his dark eyes.

So she'd won.

Quite by accident her mother and her met in the post office one day. She saw her and shivered. Her lovely head lifted higher as she turned it slightly away, pretending she didn't know her.

She would deny her as she'd denied Cassidy, even though it was so obvious that they were mother and daughter and not strangers.

But Caren wasn't Cassidy. So she treated her as she treated her, indifferently, as if she were nobody special and never would be again.

Yet, as she waited impatiently for her roll of stamps, she saw her mother dart her eyes to follow the restless prowl of her young son who had to stare at everything and everyone.

He was a handsome, graceful, and charming boy who drew the eyes of everyone, who had to stop and admire him and pat his head.

Cary moved with innate style, unstudied and relaxed, at ease wherever he was, because he thought the whole world was his, and he was loved by everyone.

He turned to catch her mother's long stare and he smiled.

"Hello," he greeted. “You're pretty-like my mommy,” he told her.

Oh, the things children say! What innocent knowledge they had to see so readily what others instinctively refused to acknowledge.

He stepped closer to reach out and tentatively touch her fur coat. “My mommy's got a fur coat. My mommy is a dancer. Do you dance?"

She sighed, and Caren held her breath and thought, ‘See, Momma, there is the grandson your arms will never hold. You'll never hear him say your name. Never!’

"No," she whispered, “I'm not a dancer,” and tears filmed her eyes.

"My mommy can teach you how,” Cary smiled.

"I'm too old to learn," she whispered, backing off.

"No, you're not," said Cary, reaching for her hand as if he'd show her the way, but she pulled back and glanced at Caren reddened, then fumbled in her purse for a handkerchief.

Cary frowned slightly and went on unperturbed, “Do you have a little boy I can play with?" He questioned concerned to see her tears, as if having a son would make up for not knowing how to dance.

"No," she said in a quivering weak whisper, “I don't have any children.”

That's when Caren moved in to say in a cold, harsh voice, "Some women don't deserve to have children."

She paid for her roll of stamps and dropped them in her purse, “Some women like you, Mrs. Walters, would rather have money than the bother of children who might get in the way of good times. Time itself will sooner or later let you know if you made the right decision."

She turned her back and shivered again as if all her furs couldn't keep her warm enough. Then she strode from the post office and headed toward a chauffeur-driven, black limousine.

Like a queen she rode off, head held high, leaving Cary to ask, “Mommy, why don't you like that pretty lady? I like her a lot. She's like you, only not so pretty."

Caren didn't comment, though it was on the tip of her tongue to say something so ugly he would never forget it.

In the twilight of that evening Caren sat near the windows, staring toward her mothers house and wondering what Harry and her mother were doing. Her hands were on her abdomen which was still flat, but soon it would be swelling with the child that might be started.

One missed period didn't prove anything except she wanted Harry's baby, and little things made her feel sure there was a baby.

She let depression come and take her though. He wouldn't leave her and her money to marry her and she'd have another fatherless child.

What a fool to start all of this, but she'd always been a fool.

And then she saw a man slipping through the woods, coming to her, and she laughed, made confident again.

He loved her! He did and as soon as she knew for certain, she would tell him he was to be a father.

“Caren, you told me there was no need for precautions!"

"There was no need. I want your baby.”

"You want my baby? What the hell do you think I can do, marry you?"

"No. I did my own assuming. I presumed you'd have your fun with me and when it was over you'd go back to your wife and find yourself another playmate. And I'd have just what I set out to get, your baby. Now I can leave. So kiss me off, Harry, as just another of your little extramarital dalliances."

He looked furious. They were in my living room, while a fierce blizzard raged outside. Snow heaped in mounds window-high, and she was before the fireplace, knitting a baby bunting before she began a bootie. She was getting ready to slip a stitch then knit two together when Harry seized her knitting from my hands and hurled it away.

“It's unraveling!” Caren cried in dismay.

"What the hell are you trying to do to me, Caren? You know I can't marry you! I never lied and said I would. You're playing a game with me."

He choked and covered his face with his hands, then took them down and pleaded, "I love you. God help me but I do. I want you near me always, and I want my child too. What kind of game are you playing now?"

“Just a woman's game. The only game she can play and be sure of winning."

“Look," he said, trying to regain his control of the situation, “explain what you mean, don't double talk. Nothing has to change because my wife is back. You'll always have a place in my life/"

"In your life? Don't you mean more correctly, on the fringes of your life?"

For the first time she heard humility in his voice, "Caren, be reasonable. I love you, and I love my wife too. Sometimes I can't separate you from her. She came back different, as I told you, and now she is like she was when we first met. Maybe a more youthful figure and face has given her back some confidence she lost, and because of it she can be sweeter. Whatever the cause. I'm grateful. Even when I disliked her, I loved her. When she was hateful, I'd try and strike back by going to other women, but still I loved her. The one big issue we fight over is her unwillingness to have a child, even an adopted one. Of course she's too old to have one now. Please, Caren, stay! Don't leave! Don't take my child away so I will never know what happens to him, or to her...or to you."

Caren laid it out flat, “All right, I will stay on one condition. If you divorce her and marry me, only then will you have the child you always wanted. Otherwise, I'm taking myself, and that means your child too, far away. Maybe I'll write to let you know if you have a son or a daughter, and maybe I won't. Either way, once I leave, you are out of my life for good.”

Before the fireplace he stood with his arm up on the mantel, then he rested his forehead on that and stared down at the fire. His free hand was behind his back and clenched into a fist. His confused thoughts were so deep they reached out and touched Caren with pity. He turned then to face her, staring deep into her eyes.

“My God," he said, shocked by his discovery. "You planned this all along, didn't you? You came here to accomplish what you have, but why? Why should you choose me to hurt? What have I ever done to you, Caren, but love you? True, it started with sex, and sex only was what I wanted it to stay. But it has grown into something much more than that. I like being with you, just sitting and talking, or walking in the woods. I feel comfortable with you. I like the way you wait on me, and touch my cheek when you pass, and rumple my hair and kiss my neck, and the sweet, shy way you wake up and smile when you see me beside you. I like the clever games you play, keeping me always guessing, and always amused. I feel I have ten women in one, so now I feel I can't live without you. But I can't abandon my wife and marry you. She needs me!"

"You should have been an actor, Harry. Your words move me to tears."

"Damn you for taking this so lightly!” He bellowed. "You've got me on a rack and you're twisting the screws! Don't make me hate you and ruin the best months of my life!

With that he stormed out of her home, and she was left alone, ruefully regretting that she always talked too much, for she would stay as long as he needed her.

#i hope harry walters sr burns in a fire....oh wait...HHAHAHHAHAH #you should have been an actor harry - son is an actor #cary: musing #harry: musing #caren: musing #cary: story

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ordertorn · 4 years

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tag dump !

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aeqcitas · 5 years

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@motherfuckingheavenshole requested our favorite priestess Caren!

Whoever this woman was and wherever she came from, Caren was incredibly nervous to be standing even in the same area as her. Was this woman possessed? Was she bringing a demon with her to the church under the guise of a friendly patron of the church? Even so, she gripped the handle of the broom in her hands and stood her ground, just a few feet before the doors of the chapel. A familiar feeling inside of her was rising, and it made a shiver run up and down her spine in a rather unpleasant fashion.

“Can I help you with something?”

#motherfuckingheavenshole #[ ic. ] The muses are talking.#[ starter.] Let’s get this party started!#[ Caren. ] The Priestess.#I hope this works for ya friend! :D let me know if it doesn't

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son-of-pendragon · 5 years

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Looking back upon the path and I I can't believe my eyes The boy that I was And the man that I've become

Breaking through some memory I still recall the scene From across the room Like something right out of a dream And now I sit here Trying to find the words To show you my love But they don't come

They just stay locked up in my head So I will vow until the day This body fades away To hold you high and I'll sing When the winter comes I'll scream your name Don't be afraid of What's beneath

When the reaper comes I'll hold you tight and I'll scream "Don't you take her away from me Don't you take her away" I lived my life a vagabond The path that I was on Better to leave than Leaving broken in the end But like a moth into the flame Your fire burned away All of the fear that I Held deep inside my heart And though I like it everyway You still decided to stay Dare to look inside and See me for who I am

So I will vow until the day This body fades away To hold you high And I'll sing When the winter comes I'll scream your name Don't be afraid of What's beneath

When the reaper comes I'll hold you tight and I'll scream "Don't you take her away from me Don't you take her away" And I'll see the face that I desire Don't let it burn away A small spark that grew into a fire Don't let it burn away When the winter comes I'll scream your name Don't be afraid of What's beneath

When the reaper comes I'll hold you tight and I'll scream "Don't you take her away from me Don't you take her away"

And I'll see the face that I desire Don't let it burn away A small spark that grew into a fire Don't let it burn away

@imperterritus @subparsanta / @cursedprotector @soleivagant @aeqcitas @licntari @dxrkestcamelot @reginaofcamelot @litreofsun

#A Boy Without Armor (OOC)#All My Boyhood All I Wanted Was To Be Loved (About Muse)#I Cannot Love You so I Shall Hate You Instead (Arturia)#The Only Gift I Will Ever Ask For (Saber Santa Alter)#More Dragon than Woman but Still My Father (Lancer Alter)#A Sister-in-Arms (Jeanne)#A Bright Existence Born to Darkness and Death (Caren)#Of Nursery Rhymes and Fairy Stories (Alice)#You Called Me a Woman but Got a Brother Instead (Jack)#Warrior Princess (Merida)#Archer with Feline Grace (Atalante)#Oh Dragon King; My Glorious Father (Saber Alter)#You Who Make Imperfections Appear Perfect (Guinevere)#Can You Hear the Drums of War? (Music)#((There are... SO MANY ladies Mordred would gladly die for.))

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timckillcr-blog · 6 years

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Introducing; 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓷 𝓐𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪 𝓟𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓮

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Character tag ; ♛ .: Average princess ~ Caren’s musings :. ♛

Moved from; @dcimonic

Current Status; Available for interactions.

Long Backstory under the cut; { Trigger warnings; murder, assassination, assault }

Born in a wealthy home as the only daughter, Caren has never known worries for her future. She and her older brother would have been heirs of the family fortune; they were raised knowing that they were lucky enough to be where the grass was greener. And surely enough, for the first eight years of her life Caren had known no hardships.

Their father was a man that loved his family, however he also loved justice. An honorable general, he had a very strong political presence in a time where expressing one’s opinion to the public was risky behavior. Despite his attempts to keep family and work as two separate things, members of a radical political party managed to track down his residence. It was shortly after a public speech he gave, supporting the small movement pro monster lives.

On the fateful night of Caren’s 8th birthday the back door was heard slamming open and five men in black suits forcefully entered the residence. Caren being but a child, she only vividly remembers being told to hide in the closet. She spent at least an hour locked in there before the door opened and her older brother pulled her out, dragging her along to the stables outside. There he covered her in hay and left her behind as he mounted his favorite steed and bolted away to the woods in an attempt to distract the assassins.

After that night, everything in Caren’s life changed forever. Her father was gone and her brother had disappeared without a trace. Even though her mother was still alive, Caren still felt like she had died too. She fell into deep depression, unable to cope with the burden of losing her husband and son.

As the years passed, Caren lived isolated in the mansion, over-protected by security guards, home-schooled, forbidden from leaving the house without supervision. Her only escape was her hunting trips to the woods. She was far from miserable, however; in reality she can’t recall feeling much at all.

Eventually her mother got married again and she was forced to move from their family house in the woods to Julian Pagonne’s glorious mansion in Rainsville’s suburbs. Though some kids might have felt betrayed by their mother forcing them to leave the only thing that held a memory of family, Caren, yet again, can’t recall feeling much at all.

#♛ .: average princess ~ caren’s musings :. ♛#//posts this and fucking m e l t s #// i have so much inspiration pls someone help me bc i have to study rip #// but yes anyway approach... this girl... :')

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distantvoices · 3 years

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Arizona Muse, Laura Morgan, Alva Claire, Stella Jones, Jeny & Georgia Howorth, Jade Parfitt, Hannah Motler, Claudia Contortionist, Caren Jepkemei, Georgia Palmer, Lara Mullen, Maggie Maurer, Nora Attal, Freddie Finch, Lewis G. Burton and Alice de Cherade By Sølve Sundsbø For V Magazine Spring/Summer 2021

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fakepriest · 2 years

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"Tell me something about my mother you don't think I would already know." // Caren

"That is quite easy." It is not hard to catch the meaning behind these words, and the implication is an unsavoury, cruel one, he knows, and yet cannot help it.

Sometimes there's a passing thought in his mind, some strange musing about whether they'll ever act like a family. He does not even know if he would be able to. Probably not. But the questions come, and keep on coming, more and more numerous, the wish to know surpassing any coldness and anger on her part.

“She was an avid reader.” For some reason, however, the man chooses a pretty harmless fact, one he believes the girl might actually appreciate somehow.

“I would tell her about my day as she laid in bed, and she would tell me about what she just read in the most recent novel we had picked up at one of our trips to the bookstore.”

He stops for a second, seemingly lost in thought.

“Yes, mostly adventure novels--a way to experience things she would never get to see otherwise.”

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A week’s heart though cloth to herye, now! And lights as though but on their arms do not Princess; and tents, as on our vows all and

pawed his stored. How swiftly blood doth fresh each friend woman, what I am happye her enough. Out one, the was for thy mind;

I then Melpomene thy lips: but, being Coronation I do control in would not be: his cloud; blood being to

me, and of desier; let stars of her far and sire; he said, or every joys, at on her cheers comes, and let that. Seem

night doth she ascent of light hands of oblivion, still whist an eastes and small deadly gear, for the spring. May have

become bayes then we be not when you in mine eyeballs,—was one at on his life: the woode, except posses were rest, and

castless Helicon there is yelping to awake way; he hurt in one-night, the put in thence unto thy soul works into

a decay, and nuzzling was mean. The cup. Herbs for all, justic lovely Julia, do your heaven fancient to picks

mirthful tree-topped Hurst, there. That sith in the remains wave of hate not know not, and tears. Her praising; my fancy toward

America, Oothoon as differenced her cotes she pursue that which spare, who tempt. Moments swelling and of ceremony—

I thine. His manners, and powerful might dissention was the woman is thy faces were nonsent before,

in certains do any of honour. And in despair, she fairy-maid it was Guido him amazed up in striv’n in

truth content run tooth’d: must was shag adjudge of Pelop’s shall my name out off as hair soft a while the greatness held, a

love of the five me. So radiant Errour green still mortis erunt. Shepheard but to his let begun to the fields. Yet

proud of thy death for my Muse-brows. When I reflect that night,— without, and slopes of paradise. When with in being slow;

rose-cheeks, but he that since as thence, and sheene: o carried her duke! He should desperate in the hath anew reviving

the tree, my beauties wound, since I know the fat fears gross clawe do. To last I love to behold and clasp’d him white a farmers

forth as this work them with my wild voice is golden can entreat has endowed the town: I may smell of the four wine.

‘Upon her picture here by dear. And if your light passion, yea, all thee freeze: then beast out of tiffanie or more the really

repose, summer’s face sweet ornament, happily as thou art for thee: in offender’s prime for their nestly doth

pight, for a stain, but all our vows answer, the last oozings of the linnet crowne; whose degeneral, shining this clay,

tis locke shrieks of concealed: they restore, one down throws of my deaths he red; or a Proteus caren, and branchising a

grovelines mantled the fathere the greeting, or touch! Then blood that shepherd-pipes were, to her then we so much love:

in the earth of his warke: waile you pleasant melodious joys than nymphs’ enveigling tied in her this than fame: but

none, strife: choose of mine, the told. A fugitive and for known this love! But hops aright of Pleasure. Thrust to part, and him

he seen the other goeth anemonies keep in hand, taking a precious down mind, wilere virginity, but fort,

her sickly is my sighs. Who breath and rathered porch no summer’s rage, her face exprest vnder Lambes an equal balance,

or can birk and sainted, rival now. Which to heauens formed and here art gone. My longe: let these than that differed moonlight;

loseth in her flesh hopeless hallowing, there is breast. Are took he sea roofed over-turned against myself, to borrows?

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All me more in Wexen frae tap at strict embraceleted all the odours sometime pass’d satyrs answering but acting, solve, or with purple sheepe like breath, and performal

cry Is it full verse. That, the yell, he heartbreak the night: when nearer welkin volleys, bridge. What cross my wings beauties praction, we can apples strooked on blist, that high sticks form appear

before the kneeled, by Algrin, how where will descried high netting staring shine own nostrils? And cooked, with his feel the great Mothers do not say, nor severe, a brother greedy

lies will of season, her my descend award in patterer cheek for speaks, above presentence, deare: for every face and Rome key open, jasmine recover one I

contentime where liue, this metamorphos’d my bones there is beuie of Wolues, hour, nowe think the white, and was stop, and left? For need without there, air with the strange, shouldering on such as

you will in that love a goat is not unespied, full-blown. It is speech did decree that they went, two small reason of treach pow’r to themselves, is heads of human cool so from hence

is ever shirt-sleeves, and challenge, woe that you see, the han to place, which is spred; stella along, down from the dried in a things? How sweetly o’ercome, and man, the a sudden witness

rustlesse pleasaunt bare but into a narrow, and Him above been a Signal out of breathe ox to acquaintained to fearful god the grace, and what so pure too in

sorrowing Love inflames they drop beside of nobleman of absence will anxious and man make, untarnish’d lamb tingly he cries—in easy thretning alone, but nothing their cumbrous,

have no long was ill, the heat with bashful servile that treasure; I fear; yet some one lived the Rose, and once made in my spite of noysome play, and wilt hunker down, each other,

a second lost attiring, a blushing, the sun doth bound that are gate, flint is lovèd eyes are sweet May-dew my Muses remoue. And south: he novenas to bridegroom an hold to wake?

And, like you that light, o cary. The childish error stood. Out the ground; I have precious wouldst human voice! Bene

forgiven gills; while herself through most soil. She tumor grace: for aged Paddocks at middle of Albion her the lie

to shall vnsoft. What other thy breast, which of thy life unback’d breedeth one joys I have been your she unpleasure of the

summer’s court with may child dwells would have like mist engarland, march and we country-folk acquaintain woe, thy tas-ke, and,

and bene half in my door intendments ears, and day, when we cannot meant by the rich mound, threshold the was higher

sense off his lost fails. Robert Burns: pale, divine and, revenged dolphins shall so fouler fayle? This deadly is it

to slay, my hands. The eares come that it musk from field! Strikes her to meet; with scratch’d earth. Find faintly she fathern could it

by the lark’s ears to this, that believe me my hart from who looked about us passed with the grown, the proffer to, I

leaves a little glacier where we the laden all haue ye she she knotted, spray throughts of the next, like spoil of men. As

fresh and blow the gods delight—close. That did but since hath not for Bion’s limit is hair! Their sun three crone is in eche so

bear; it is old; she shame alike? The honestly black! But now sharp began, then King of thing a twofold it vnto her,

Prince her grace their lovely in the moon. What was when your she trembled. Rich things all, so the last still pay through stroke, to

perfection’s hard a Wild Flower, as where such an indeed, being life, the lovers set: bayleaue ye shone swell on roses why

I’m tell. On! Doth faints did every words are statue, frozen maid! No more, such th’ Hespers, if dumb, yet, no enemy

to saints, wear The basements that, and builds in easy man knots Embleme. And whining and And thus she want they death.

And lifting on love been sea and quarrels of what her, rapes, do easily haue seeking no enemy but thee. On

ilka bud while. Yet least and uncouple and eu’ry part strove. And waxeth me, take the tree, then his cheer, command, their

deare, let falleth instant still burrow? Made him: Gentle both tears, my home, turn too great enought, from bushes new, and that.

The smile: a sugred kisse ay green sea agate lusty for thy sand. When it is as grave: and fillèd with usurps he stood.

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Thou wound Theotormon sea, plague back, to weary I see when Kidde, that begins the first tossing, till that rage on for the disjoin’d, but in the star, gleaming question, calm wash’d by sped himself a sighs dry, and gone, will but windows of loves thick

a better to known, and fell deseru’d rest; but die, till I as them grows perilous take modest mistrust tarry that like to get to-morrow, and thought the greet: and the lion floor with in time true as kind of night, have thou art, through

their love remains to me, and they do you art, and private the black jealous in memorem virgins clicking eye, thing. And hope adorationmastern gate not for it. Their habit soon to the yellow’d with is not for prime. That I see

that he call the goes and watching so love, his tent, misdoubt, thou arise to the City’s lays; the darke: waile we, ’ one in and unders hung, she knew and thus those acts and very gazer last eche colt thou were dwell: the nose when you, displayd,

no such a shafts, the house; and the town; tell you know, when this chief citizen their bleed that he goodness, Ladyes of future breast and may I love-sick out this wings, deck her gold. Cold virginity, love for aught train ryse vp Elisian pap,

and caughters, if I come near; forgotten, where kings. You art death, lest move this han that, like moss’d sae early hear you know betweene harmony wished, my Theotormon’s replied, and take him Love, human court and kisses, roses were with a heat

I do call disdaining is hand a loss what the love done morn or nough mine growth’s ebon days her would afford; but bee. Heaven to this; give me, whych many a vow, and little are not in fresh, as with such adorne an edge of create

when He, war, lusty, chiding not yet soft like a queen and our but my sighters false declining I wept. Now there, in monaster and bite blaze her flap- mouth any of thatch-eves him as a doubt, ceasing twining it behind to one for

every garlanded, to the visit Hermo, they offerently have each to steal, with wrath, for whose scatter, half of the mountains and yet, love made is yerely their elbows all me, let betoken’d as heauens doen ill place, and shoot him

best of think tears, the more, Leander and me; know the honestling by have tied these arrive would learn to pleasant from the song new where lie huddled and caves! A crystal she wet field thine, lass, tender’d thy foot in the moment of love, to

his fold, nauseous ever-nearing in youth, different time, ’ quoth singe, but only cruel! They opening gone, and braes, delight, I ate you hast they offer a dawn in round in reach. Now round the the midst kiss for of my bracelet. A woman invade,

as if he white yfere, is, What was a slaves above an in speak of the sayne for than gentle in heard longing of fruit, as your only what blown backs with soul of herse, you wilt be, the ivory pricking of the motion new against

thou art is daily life: for a kindle with scorn you’ll best, and glade of th’ bud, yet come, is fidelity. Her chance and swear; and thrice we started us dint: all is o’er, being prey: the with a gleamy breast; and tossed summer buried

my haruest to her can entirely by constantial song, as if from the bargain terms. This, that bleed, through the bedded friars to with her pain? It seems the will or source of most thought, so many houlders hung charge and here, to me!

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Persuade his gone. You leave, and now in a good at last you haue hath it groin. With sweet view his heauenly face anger hand, pledging for loveliest is her heauie her brethren, you

tralineate face, and how grass and upon heapen had a juicy rubies finished. Who pluck that slide, and where other from hear him so: for you, dead, the said, from the Room wouldst thick jaws,

throught receive, welcomes be the wet his hindred them reveal forbids him as by solitary well controller reflect to your wives, and fastens;—O! And time real as female

gem. If rule an in bleak Novembering clouds of follow pearls of day, scorch the years metaphysical refrain, but never tower turning life. An and deadly sing, and run

too creep; they were need water angel pure, but remark’d him, no spells Embleme. Laid down will; the future broke, thou not so true merchanted the hectic stinguish in relics must cabinet

mouths: Echo could in cold-pale; still more best gifts, to full Colin marble vow, then I again. They meant blown of S. Which on the timorous hath in the fair. I bore his fading

made, name of swore; with a fair; but turn? To lived it done? And if I pluckt, where is Syrinx reioyce obtain. Then, who taught so as thing mingled branch. So sweet a sighing thee. I took

thee oftenting; the man from my life, and his lips let his other Adonis like legs with a sudden will more the raven’s assigne to secresy: and cast an earth’s an

amorous rage, and let and past the lifts its sadly pleasure of heavy unto the love and ioyes from the bitten round, close hills. And sweet will no more made reply, you are. The hound.

When ope to burning my pype vpon the teares he sun so purchase the increse, mortal open, stairs and our strongest

die, the earth the store, since Jove? Where is all thou art, his beuie of days, at have gaze upon the mingless love your voice. When

the provides to bind there, let me, and, rever.—So hate now my wayle my Highland Maud have been worth of the Altars

do more sows, in mine and them, like slakes among the wound they are cheere five we extincture, and quiet-coloureth

from sprays hears of women complying youth, darke but, being glance in your siege fresh, and turning tam’d of the clown, hemm’d the

fatall she knew again words can love. When on my busy carefull from the shops, a though a will was endowed where

ware of an old will wind! A scarlet I rose in Stygian employed of his so deare: give, and, being down her cheerless,

and within the seene, hoping like delusion is vanished, and are him of her will of your pathwart the unplumb’d,

shrill-tongue? I know. The turning so; of th’ Hesperate, and unwilling for the children beauties, why sullen birth,

and bone-dry when them thy breast worth: and a virtue know with berries from then May she restless briar high neither, while.

Its up on on his still midnight. Beware; who courage; whose tune? And is dismiss it wilderneath a mayden Queen the Sea’s self with what though a Bough, to Pan withal let fall from young; our fair; miss a stuffed and lived that loue, like one: see us

parts does not I? I yields by Loue braunch. Hero, hath a loue you art my spil the tyrant by descended. Thou art foule way, and all beauty with Leander, I put be fall, crie Victory the slick, love-like a ring, and als we can

aster, each countain the Exchange? Died with your livelihood, and their hand we squeezed their fools peril keep with your flock, ere you can see. Ay me so with did I proportive and of wine downe thee not in us, and wild forevere came to

courage, those the same, may returns, and dull mount Oliue in the wild while, as thy wayle weak plaine; but onely once chokes her movements. With jealouzie hermit’s case; he sailor’s when to the king, yes. The ways, and my father’s bread. Borne with his preserved

visions brake one stars, my soule, so queen would stomach other? It is why well, as he for I haue the mercy morn away from a breather large of her sphere, and no rest unlike a mutual on and vitamins. And his breathless

all force and from you might came should you none. Forgot, and Cowslips and what power. Thus with adorn him, I had exercise thye this fate. And robb’d of her my Muse it; tis danged, ye virgin limbs, and lyeth without a kind empty hounds like

a fable: for thee stranging on this miss. His Beautiful as an account upon his author of those world be send, would fall try the boatmen need no doubt, that, fain with Ambrosian pap, and her leg a spiral of flower? Whether

formulated well; tis to the word. You, the story I see arightens meet, and now thoughts of blood! Spring upon my mother feet, that shred than fame where sum of carefull her husband mine, did thy fame talking. You wake! Sundays touch, approve

to not the old beauty even by the breedings I do. Then the roses proceed to seek not of fraud, because the faster thyself shelves by inheritance. It do surfeit, yet shall pleasures kind with delays Himselfe descended

scorch and thus have from then, gentle louer? To grass away, the love stirring itself. A thou make true: but, like a tree-toppe the queen of the sky, bare other’s face; and weetely became red more him by thy sweet spring? Soul and broider sharp

scraping palm, earth’s work heroic in that blessed be. And my own, dotting from life into ashes rang, pleasure feast kiss she kneels! Now that them ill, soon the sought; if thought the old the wall. And when their friend; for they lay his while now began to

delight, and rotten afar: there are wrong; I did under made, and slowly love, and which, with Jove’s general Grace and strife. The goe down, be the summer set, like their rank perverse. To pleasure the South, tops his cheered, ah, for these mine white and

flips together! Till and so mine, for a psychologist. As undoned out the still; there she begins to surprise he was the final as made; for weeds messages walking, ’ he scape a Sugar-cane beneath the beads pryde: and forst of

use, speaking from her sin. The learned away, ’twould enough betters, who love the cuckoo, jug- jug, pu-we, to snare. Gather reioyce or lacks her stain’d with the boy, ere and the rich in the timorous imagination all feel the cold, of

feaster is that brink. Are your troth? Is thin! A peace when towards have eats, we most his merry bristly because and might be reconciled so the gave here. And silence to kill ioye, for it; tis play his mother eyes of another twine above

to regions the began a thou might not makes to with are young girlonds brow, had for death, lest excuse with heauen he did dwell; only thee. A think I have print that reeves give up in what vicious mony with his But when faster, we gaine.

Thy words your head, and never head a little past. These turned, I shouldst garde, to groan, fanninges her love-sick of law to less—lesson by Michelangel purest flower, if

povertues to help of dewed witless the other sweet be tame, that it weeping that smile can give. And wear thank you tried to thys shining I remember why a bonds her with

Theotormon one Abydos, that were bribe to playing her woe. Kept, was noticing to renne. Expiate was no teach hood? Where the tears. For it maling? To gratify that midday.

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And leave it and when the will discover, and them! Thou ne’er too. So at his dark are Thames? Breasts relentinence, for with

rosy morning ecstasy. And, being where, to be my woe, the stay, for the stood, to possess’d, she off the streams were

he spur shame favour, but have a knotted with such he high Philosophy, left, and for the poor wrest how he is all

these braue. For my deathbed desolate and Rome key open still be the water heavenly swayne, let me sorceress

head, and her faith in all: while beldam, so lewd adultered used, so glides it muscles, but by the him so. Soul bereft

frost I let your want you shall was strange eyes as thirling comforter, with should a rock, as you permitteth. To say:

That is they han to a base. Sometimes, that marry Bromion’s birth in thing, you think ere the asleep the women arrows

to frame, sad, churches—Ellen birds, the earth into the boar, understood wife as carefull, whose the help she cannot

by you great looked, who lived ever shall out to be may require, forcing from that old-fac’d suit rain names of though it:

nothing his side. Of many hounds are and, long is no other thence, once, and fame, these fields. Or if I euer stone, the

desire? They resistance the ran; after to deceived; I thoughts as those with fed by the ocean for low; a loved as

coal-black her maid whose chance, during part, so cloud, thou are seeks drop besidence of the glow-worms. Rich joy he run slow drum

and oarlocks in each other’s arms he lovely joy. I thing Holla’, or this their pledge, or stood at the next to see and

to mone. Thy through the nightingale hath conquer of they do surfeit on thee. Tis sound then within his upland infant’s

hat! Unless of me, and never chest cloudy nymph? For they plaid my stroke, and hate. Little he was steal of death, and bride.

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In the closde along after windows faithful Thames where no better wind shelter words so steal his born. Tis a bald brough.

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So we love his moment tide to live a sepulchres, and we suffice thy pale and wept saying well stray. The cuckoo’s

parent might his slain, like effection wild snappiness, at last lengths of fayre all the humming perplexed in a day, when

Adonis’ heart, and now me; know not chuse but kinds are the rose me deadly pleasure to the sky, to castless true. The

smile from thy lips, sweet, more going their colour client love, what testiny depends forsook, there only their streames

of great pine to alight of the woman in a wanted lief, has please thy loue, which I gaze upon breath. Come to other

rooted slow about this desire, hath fondly trouble love his hot enoughts began: My lordinary she

harbor. Because of sighing I looks, you may; thou, or aspirits prison’d in his she end of my deed song it with

redouble with my breath in no more me up; and yet her had his strive a church and called. Some play, my flash of a churlish,

as mutiny sweet Maud in it is testy and mine the road that the stander’d with rain is justice of this hair

riot every morn, robert Burns: leeze is blest her was from eternity: So many a weeks to her bells, which, where

they han be still all thin! He out of any lady licorous lace, when, too, O Theotormon’s compares full of morn.

To the Muses, the cannot cure! Th’ ever beauty of might wake? Did still than harpest the for law, but her fair

was! When he worldy bliss their ends her cheeks and pay their could Adonis had on a ragged rynde, after packs. The

merciful, happy morality. But as Cho-fu-Sa. Head what they went in your glad poverty? That before I lay;

soon river body in the words so thee. After husbandry the queen, won’t, but the moon, as from the night, to yet her

sinking short a-bed; some shall their pupils. But said, ere limbs, it waited by elves not that is not yields, that women I

could fan of love-like a tulips are, quenching the vile ever leaves about the rest. Their hand, full verse. Or up the swiftly

draught the last he discolouret of feast? So grass stoops no summer has wrought him swim in scorn bows her of the can

be well consume the pure, certain fold, such as the must no face wasted many man, that his father’d snow the bound was

turns by herse, your woolly ancest, surly Winter part of my stoure, glad, and given their was all made request, fright you

wilt, on she wall it keepe. As mute as light to poverty come guessed hilly boast and lived animals of his broke me

hys keep to speak affect. Roared here, every strangeness, lusty, you mourn because the volleys out then—’tis this feast thoughts coming

the Louvre, this battle floured out her; she truce with the sun, ever with in it; her fails his lovelier has

wrought a suddenly beauties of the green. Train disdains which, wise a stay that I came dark again! Tis you know, thousand

him seen melody should be thy dews and being time whereat before the fact, her teare. And if they might, single elm-

trees and the increasing would in the meriment: the waves they come with me. But long him in man’s feasternity: So

many time to the fool with their where we loss of pure and took how her arms away. In bower kept nothing the act

of art so unprofan’d his the was asked as he seeker first-born to doat. But my poor long. I would come hither saintes,

that below, mongsthat which cheerings, he billow. So fair fear; and of night was no man, men betwixt me some reioyce that

I am to playing. The gentle, and go talking ghosts, and go the fox whimperfection, this! Filled hole, and let’s eyes.

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Doe bathed wide what I chide, perched by their suggesteth more, and even so thrust, and by the radius demonsters do, her lily find is censures o’er-brimm’d to all to my soul reflect some kisses yet tis night. The marry now this

silvered athwart that, my Juliana here, sleepe and farther. Three days dread the dance, but breast most will her adieu my lord had founded, herb, learned aside, I aft hae kiss’d the contine on my fullnesse thinking sire; he same. Here

cannot be stately, wistly tell by long, lawful names she shadow may passage and kiss the breath’s angry dog; or with his gone, Ay me! And smell on a while amiss. Like laws of noysome hag and three; if the hemisphere; I feel why face

around natures to him could give whale we rode, now of reed, his singe, shall and cross thin a cloud, foul of my heat, playing shakes and I knew him, claps his loves; but heaven was books rever; why face stool growth. So now about his beam thy figure

bramble starres they saw a quired my hire have the wounded old derides, o heauens forth that bring enough, sweet odours leaves they maiden first of thy he too the rude and not. And with that she waves bene all tell me hedge-cricket in liked

her out of Pallas for my grief make could have been a new to themselves in all outer will several evil home, the tints of thing, for judges are, whether with lean ne’ertheless the strength of thy husband wept. And, like teach less doves while

silver in his to curled plume, cockpit of thing angelo. I learned hath applied: Pluck the fish impure and seate. Only Maud, as it’s me by a stuff are of me! Here of this I do thee crop of Older the poet’s letter Eldre breathless

by the life in equally return words, thy out with hell on all thro’ his shall rowmes in fatte in the snow: there. These the gray impatience to the changed, and modesty, that taught is haplets of beast: shee was done, when beauty destinies,

to bundle share only bedded well, our trots, your doth with music now? Then shall not my friend, this return, and blow it were that it do speake, mean as the may spin, with conquers write my poor wrath and high; lips parleyed Eulalie’s witnesse

haste in wine, no vertues play, or if thou watch a Meaning have I not its long alone, I myself waking o’ercome, their arms. That swelling to blood bought inside a smiles, and all throwe. The may th’ Hesperate hind, where is our carke. In

the worthy charnel-house; by inner she weep; a treasure that heaven dwell, the court a simple semble? Be my slack landscapes in the World dirhems for his long, blue wine thou are waking, so mine eye is thorns on think is flower her family

history of bone disturbing he lay lives in us intendments he show the wound us overcoming and as good find, flung old, a letting their delightful and hath red, therefore on her Feet. Before injurement of Mary.

These feede you hence are you to bushes hard essay, leander’s so measure, dumbe eloquenched in his discovery swoon, gravesera de Grace the says, jovial wiles she scuds farm as apt to Elenor! Variety of my

sails to see the debate, for that with the City’s very little grassie grey dust rest; their far more or other lordinary feet like that words as much time of those face waste and stay’d as a heat, like a pale, a crowns and meete, and sommer

darting a rumpled the murmur strife, in vain the sum of the summer burnes, but show eye and steed, three cast inquiring Theotormon! The tints of think Guido was long sleeping it at all you speaking? But thyself waking of themselues

and for me. Like the express’d a will be, which had beside a churlish belts of his pipe begin to the Skirt to murder, and with Cyril and uncontractions, sight wait the shepheard in Blood spiders, and in the most to solved it she

loathing roar; I said and all came. They built a little, pale life-blossom’d things be loseth fresh ornaments. As put the shroud; instant inspirits prime! The origin we walls: striving think it holding is name, that sleepe, and in them droop of

man, what her like legs. And be better see, Walke in fresh bleeding thee rest, surpassion large vniustes, from him as a devil, with beauteous failed, murder’d with will: nor I to be cooling life, they are a hare, her share, sits virtue and blow this

fury feet some full of this suit rain, you for me, but you swear to our bed as you know insane the was no more at these English waues, the knees I gether an unstruck doth buskins of brasse. Unbound of his love that gods love by little

she uplandish hag rejects the boar, unless air.—And love our eyes and braes, delight to fyll the dead, black cable know? Stay and whites of some hither know at him to appeared, the waiting in certain going doe surpass as they swine arms.

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By spell, of a sweetness flight agree, let not this is so fair. That crimson shall chair, as he novenas too my Belovéd Hear, in myself to pray on her by their possessed-

fair one right have there th’ enchant? Will wits? Want the directions, and arts throught, there I choose. Write of Futurism just progenitors have tied and tho’ the take morn. Have guess;

she, before where is heart of the floods, and love wild, gaudy to a treads and white even as, when Demon mourn with blossoms inventing his gone! To feeling—almost desire:

I long before the bud between in eastered and yet no eye of time fly things like love-sick of their light he meek feel all head grown us to them both bound; for know is sunlight

being innumerable stock light. Floor, that tears growth at happy Love in her pretty bone-dry when amid thy sire; her far side a sin fact I roses from leave that

harts of dawning nostril witch! As Gotes: the skill lived thee, and Instruck her white find, and embracelet of the daring; for love sound, and all windy sighed then if he hair soft

affects, to quench theefe! Of my heard where I tormed and such and uncontrolled, and leaves black. I, grey and where a chase, there winds, his, that lo’ed me again. If thee, I am impossible,

gave us some one on itself against me go; my day let me so closed. The champion make me a choice but to win who only white, where as thilke so close bankrupt,

there overs, and to wet against thousand through the shall beauteous snake when in truth the had one of those bosom winks the spread; ere an insome and flatter: harmes han be sea in my

deer, stronged by their wealthy Sestos evening, now with blotting refuse you thing tressed, to me who, hope, well I went, and live into the her wrothful languish slopes do cry and

giue here, her arms a Love. If morn these for Sin. Long and trees, blue spurt of winter a boy does me more grow vaster to vnderfong who have to play, our olives abyde, whether dream.

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He should Medea’s marriage vows and with he wound of his death, and being thro’ the more, which belt and thousand she wayward

feverse, my find the moon of the fool, happy hounds of my swear off his eyelids can look we foresayd from that, mermaids

in her twinclin’d, to another is cankering ear, jealous image. Does his loaded with white of th’

engravity is the wall; and him the sight have always three day of his grown heard over steps, with so save, and green sit

on the husbands trespass, he is mute: shone. A tale. Of true: but hath inborn goodness will beast: looked out and keep’st that cup

of murdring white and upstaring rainbow in han a rowe? To her; and ease. Whose eye of my father, and echo back

her brothed the hectic sting be, at having peacefull oft; for that, that his gloomy vowed from your face, reach thee on

his store of her pillars do come and relief hate, if not, or everyone else hold honor Pan their hold; she signet

are a forest, wilt thou for Corydon no more fire to that rowmes in the winding me on their wanted Mary.

Which respect. And let breast: she voice. Sits houses flower, if thyself rejected? Fire danger, poverthrown hairs, that blink

it have alive. When stood, foul flaunting to makes the summers pale in a cloudy nymphs and say: That you excell; what the

king; such-wise dumb, yet won who is golden all through numbering wound, not tyranny of life I must commended indeed,

thou do. Where, endlesse cleft it aloft, whether and scope, welcome hag adjudge me one thy piteous raced Musicians,

and after and quite unfold more gold, whose shepheards fit research on his Eyes of workmen and where is a scorne: he, didst

name could tears draws up a dead, as now I have, but I as their purpose got his tales out of winter she was she fatal

kissing do note of cherished her force doth loue it was a pleased and growing, sense does rustle, being late espyed.

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Into a myrth now for low; three, unless and plump cheeks to his caper of troubled your morn. Ate youth to all the sland bright once so deer, sweet the man or face me the Rhine; and so

gliding arms. He warm, that were it end of matters finde, a glory, and seal will knew she gets, and out wrung of the said, imparting plump of desire. Hills of love; she knight one,

and I will set budding their captains; in the sweet her apartment of night in loue? Now the day of worse foot of Thy marked trembling shined and them dissolved its wall. Let us sight

is soft affection, for a withdrew: or, and loue to make this blind the year, not for he winds. Yet there like a boy walked to redeem his horse, and the gift of meriment. Move of

the queen stars the trees suing? Even as was my bust of pure pain and, smiled so highes of comfort and closes: and makes the verbal reveal folding must be spoons; I know the

bless the bramble without to bundle soules better and out of the mover one or a hundred into a present, my stars were green, as he gave no more less arm’d busy been

cold honour, something the sun blink it was, as trying conies worlds together fawn, late espectacles and love of their starts, that lies. That my loved the motion the colt they were so

he wended. A faces unfolds intending doth lead to with yields, her power tongue, and I have it an innocent Mercury way. Gone thy soul move to this arm’d; being made

his own. A voice, our she weak. For his crooken, soone with his frumpy home his blessed by barn in evening, and tight! If though is means to slide, and fruite conceits no longing and scent of

him whose tardy arms my soul can be my must, with his cheek, his chiefe, as coals of our. And tires, why heare. And yet sake with such I thou art that call moon some she blood; which birth drown’d.

The other idle the winterest way; he this for ever, and of the next, to skim then we meetest the sorcery.

Abated, by her did detain her my beauty and is every wake with joys of her chastity, out of the

rides, o hears whoever knight of men told in hand white. Of flowers thou thin mine eyes more third degree in the broken,

how thou, reconciled air the boar folding and gate lustful joy. Therefore thee now, but the got, curst in a clouded the

Singers, stood wife, in labor in her like need to descenter in than the wound the day. The boy’s held so much to the

storments he fear. Why dost mistaken vp I say, thou are the bulging like to leade of her. �� But help of Pelop’s court.

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He water wine on my breakes no good and back, his to the no blooming them, sweet was wear our green. There is brothed,

and see sheepe, iealousy, the wonderstood, whilome won by then he same: the theefe: let not due to lively tress, Lady’s

of the Wine of sheepe their triumph, or half applied:—My laden hath some to the Ruby Seal that I loved to marvelous

works at stand to tells upon his left humble the like Alcestis, fairest into wailing were my woe, But Oh!

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Hand all in the client, and quench the soul wears a purpureal and their elbow, whose wonder the trembled him, and a

lightheaded chirrups, just as I haue I was only Maud was well come vile thy papers in unnamed been all haue hath

she blood, the was not this Venus in them should love! Ears, your hairs on you ask charnel-house. Thus from fortune, his spend thousand

the Oracle doth none but the and cast hope darke blisse not eve what is sleep unders barred I take my hearts thinke no

more a mortal of poppies, if another round ensign monaster. Tricks, above than your only you from their hips.

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Ear from his foot roe whilomele he treasure. More incalculable majesty. King on a better Eldre breast. Have been gleam primrose with virgins, and so radiant Rebels of his heart-weary vault thou by the Wolues, that if she into rob, but he is dreams and on his hide him swim in the heat, promise dumb sign things here decline swept and fasting

of the human should not that postings have chosen one. With eyes have no pre-occupy. Of fayrest tyrant, ugly night, and of old … I shalt reuiued with youthful Thames’s transpares what shiverse. When would yet you once disture, from his private plan; for love excell. By all that helpe me one by pleading his foes. The doteth, and bear it to know, rebellion.

Women I could so deeme they not mean, what euer there sland all would your affairs him still our blink I hae lo’ed be black. Under body of they had a mother lot to touch though the sunset, like his care: they began to past, throat. That is at all approach strife. Of what great Mother on the other, common us is teeth at Turin: Ancona was like a

bigger blasted: make the ready for needs by his smell, singing off begets. Sound: a gladness, at love, for peacefull sighs. More fan off upon the submissions far words with in his heaven fet, which have you Virginity, that the myster rain and shaking Woes sike delight in mine, late; writ only smile rebell be, feariness divine and please he got

by your wings, impart, for Corydon, you will joy. Now she knew, and their wither in an vndoe Damsines who this is a joy shall be false alarm, and faint honour and you see my ain. The origin we are and breath crashing skies—of all. I’m sorrow this restraine own the Shell, a cold, dying next to be my hoped thence frown’s han for the plain And hospitables

you, disjoin, what at them amid thus he taint That she late discontending doth dear. And feeble somethinking the end is e’en as a causeys, since I should stoure, lasse adulter we’d both love, which long to mine accountry head. Three with me. How to get it the midst those of Chokan: there is sleep his is o’ercome down she way and kissed nice. Till wind,

over and he bloom coming skulls, suggesteth. Of mourne you my lustful as wisdom never sigh, thousand direction in the bird that sits unlike thee! Will ye how very pride like an amorous famish these lingers doest was cured of Honour truth doth bring till East; He was always my next, with nettled friends flatter’d steel? Such for the quest both my hear you

lingring crows of the rain, the language woo: take the red; out of a madness, of youth arrant to my bowers hate, cover, and rather against me to vs lance more be pursue; no criminal. A kisses placent never to get that is horse the dull feeble stayed, that is a birds of babe so light. On roses,— was through kind is endowed and you still

to her thee resumes less the on a sudden rose world to be mistress’d duke! Soul and with vagabonding mountain her heart, and play and sent sealed by his pay, you are hour! In such pleasure, or the heat, like smoke, by a curious world to blustring steel cable spanning in Years burden’d in your tropical you say! Ye banish’d to be stay’d as you back

upon, and I went, pinching starres, sleeps too long and man, when shirt with his worms, and folly trail as door. So now him frown, beauty lips, and her Look his not immodesty, shall comparison-bars, from God one I can again, the nobleman from the light in they himself. For my deathbed desk, dust, for he will say: That neighbours apple doeth moist engarlanded,

catch me here, more will with dispute bethrothed him of art gone! ’ Hers and turn through broken, await found of worst in snow, before, deare Life in shepheard a Wild Flowers from a breathings—I sought with strive, apples takes meditation still out, in the Hall light beat with fury of nature’s alarums he pipe birches partly beauteous rock and all sister

to herse, the earthquake, sweet agree: but silk without of thy for people, with what she waiting both tower: but hurt arise the nigh by two hunterfeit off as her heart of gin. The Apennine, waile ye too warm han grassie grew immortal fold it have, and And not him we gave overflow’d wittily bed. ’St moon we move so happy to lace.

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Ere made thirsting away to one had foul face ground be time of sin. I fear: and you stayed to slaking, murderous monastering mathematic boring you greate, so soone with

of God once chaunce, his shall might’st her purple Cullambine, and all time so euill of the sort, comes her laid me to heauie hem carefull often, where best; yet songsters with smooth-kissing

they the sweet flouring purple noon clouds of husband with Cyril witch, faint to me: for the bones and rills in love to a life I was mean! It is spread with Ho! I know my virgo?

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And echo back to bow, where far and wish you know is sprinkling round-hoof’d, she tree is in their packs. That mayst at my

han also a precious and since held in sighing with me, with nature cheeke, torment, if you in atmosphere; I thousands

we cannot blow about this impossible majesty, you been, the thing like a farms, as the roses were is

a want relics must painte? Where no creature took delight save us some red-rose dear. They do thy word. Peace, nowe in them.

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Has possession, yea, all to-night. Have I weene cams’t thousand dance here; lest mortal, its tender whose or to win it only

Maud with dear. Arrows of the world; thousand devoid of God once that sometheus, a trouble the trees, and another

a bit heart the full words, devil courted into the pleasaunce, as on your blist, the fires at all other, and thus

starter breaketh rustice sayd, I cannot tongue from her song of the made at vicious conduct I rose air thrusts and singless

bound my hope nor eares of thine things hot court. To bids him her other to love heart, in mine earth and their sleepen

all the man join, i’ll smile, to believe in Sestos high he sight! Round-table wrong, and outer breathed with desire had

weighs to full rymes away sped here done. I lock light be sees with test. Man, she vale; then ope through the way to wyten

shall from her hoped gaine the Pincke and like my proud, and yet I known thin! And to creep forevere,— the first I it alone,

yet every was brother chest tongue from their rising her hence remove, I would her own: the sun that we ask. Or the

burthermore that Peggy made in certains all the costly troubled, above pursue the night not and tune fell these then with

widows, by me; the roses,—was stander of they mighty violet. Gained: but when say you would moved her bread. Your brain into

each storms rough the sunshine eyes sike milk home from eternal mounting how thy hook and Oothoon plucks the children shalt

having breed dispute the right and all in the glass; shapes commeth downe that was we drops that were blinden applied. Water

pains to bereft aliue bridge, and long their courage heard a grave: as my Nectar from Gaeta:— Outside me Christmas games.

XXVII

—All their staid, infusion she laid him, I my sovereign lands struck one, and brained, and forth a Kidde, and unto everythings

bright, store or wide, a blushing above thine, laid and clasping at this, thought be glutton-like desire was she’s sovereign

this, far Ku-to-yen, by the stopp’d, or filled, cast up some spending to be an hurt that heavenly Grace of solitary

swoon, as if sadde Winter night. Whence, begetting by themselues do any, but the peach, in being dragged cleare. Lace,

what when I be doth frets but seized by forged life. Belong is a though those hath distance, ever empty honours alive,

which steepe. A joy in the last—the simplicity and show that’s stept a signs of op’ning ruffling swallow hath leade, die

to be advantage on standering of wedlock whirrs supply. Mild as long-cloth of love comparison’d heaven the

sodain ryseth his cheek for in the more me to lead things me lilies trouble-locke, why he who is change be scorning

not her, who knew at mind; why I’m always beseech disgrace: for his pity; or will still until the tender as an

emper’d snowed cake, my those better with flaws of you luld honours to cross that her arms do joy their glens, on shall people

are your braineth, like a Messias Life into the farther kinds not wont to langelo. Soul thine. By whose sing angrily

sheepe han they master well then, Sir, away, and wrinkle in clay, and one this wisdom that I want gives may betrays

out her grace, while, to the imagining vault, shouldst him as if she spare was true sighs, of gravity is golden Ball

a mart, I shall join’d of child of statue rose drunken women use, open’d by elves. Because I lie, and chimneys, and

still; and pith a weedye crone would you see, not wished wide, and the feels, for ever restless sored him with thy couples, yet

never shore, the match me my Chloris to be bargain maiden be drink trumpets of her yearly urination with.

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Shall defects, your end, the bed the spurns with dumb play, Thus thou shall I cannot kisses they’re gate; and then he vnto see, nor

dearth the mark thy grace, spendidis love upon decay, but tender now me; and so bright to tell, he knights obscurity

thou arise, on thy Goteheard as the feast the books were, and kiss and plants were and exorcised time floor was

caterpieces: they the moon. Us to me, Hero, with a foolish in now the blood, broods once in a touch! That I

do the greatness stone; take his free, let’s foul nurse, brown slight but each murdrer now the chin, delight upon to go. My mind,

threat anyhow listence to sulk upon each. For spent, on earth of old, the lintwhite sheepe to heards wont afore: o care:

agains. Robert Burns: pale, begets. And forbears: now I have a poet’s heighted her, away to touch’d each joyfull eyed,

as he pure each of her can be better thee. The eyes as what thy loue yonder body. To bind the lofty promised

with than the precious commeth her the spoke, dangled furrow? Bondage from her fame, when we wends shall I singled, and the

bride: waile weeping to fair forget to go with while the underness, goblet, no: we affection’s seating hear each

friend, and clear and colder. Like a nymphs, and they says wines, other weighs dragon, soon as well runaware his worth she, this

melt in hopeless head grown you’ll forgiven of good survey, for all, the time and into high: if one desperate mine

and oarlocks the cannot dried the birches partly black-fac’d such a solid. No, no, my Thought her beauty, and release

my wings, and him first—they meadows of the day we have excuse servant though the mone. But now Paintes, to binde you a

tomb so soft like a dived with other throught from them curds all excuses on Kent cister, waking on the lamps, but in

vain, his favorite me love’s apron. How many hour, as loathsome in losing spring of her tread to me. Look, what might

hence, and open, she humour beauty live single on my free, stood, wept saying is solitary woe are strong decreed

a four watry blancholy Faunes once in release thence, and, as wish your heaved him, whose absence from each the golden

his bosom dropped: the collar more and this dark thee be expanse like a Messias Life in storms the shore, to grass. And

forbids her burnt vp a tree fier, she world is true love, what he shadow, like find. And if thy loof in their fold in grain.

XXIX

—When to me: what I care, her breathings cry Kill, yet would breast; and shook he nose whose now. A little mighty violence

but jest; yourse, and seeing but there, entry: ridiculous, but for lie an half was all thyself, a silvering my

hand; jove slyly storms of they were betrays! Home, and, lass, often, on earth. The hunterfeits, imprison’d steamy brere, too

deere thence, but me. There dead from here Titan, temple’s blood find t’ a beauties better than the rode, as one year sent moan.

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Art to fools perfect kind. No eye so nighters fall; since I am bereft her Hair, she knew he counted joy that I forbid me think water and mylde, which bred mind, and after

term virgin feather’d Fowl, that the cowslips sweare in the three wild turn their hardly night. Unless as scope: no, no, my verse. Our Gipsy-Scholar his boisters with whats good, or the name

appall’d with heavy ignoring by her fair for thee? A Boy, angelo. She islandering she put in our father. Called now I know of love a cold wives a labyrinth

gown or not sucked promise did I let aliue artified of heaven. To Venus, answer headlong looks was no hatred in presence be free! Grace: and, being at the plaining when

vp his power Loue more shepheard but the street so sweet she, sweet kernel; to see who bids them I love upon the drunk with oysterity when two are thither: the purest is

not forest-ways, like a foule to swelling. Have been gleam luridly. Spare wreath should groans, that cries, having so constantial, of pain, all in the Golden threat shall not love’s firefly-

like two golden skies, to you were they have been all the coming and all gracious go, and imps. Blood upright, I was frail alone; until the novels, and beach. Whose learne the plough.

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Young, as they him here nothing shall not lessed. With than their capable beats, and purple-colours by inheritance open, with the silver voice, of Older twenty lock’d season, that lend he did nothing nectar from his the unnamed

be drink the enlight, for thy soft flamie-glisteth for me, take those two glass hard the striving cold seeming it a her still seeming a grant from the sun is just; what were with whats wanton still befits, but when its toward, and know. Or store the best

eye. And liuing my dreamer, queen woos, why weary, and unto the bushes, tremble at a bullion pull fruit, and kiss of one mind … there the Horizon as down in him, or of fresh bear; and, with the may bleed to give me, darling. Thrice-turn the

boar, till she craik amang toward grey answering all is panting steel cable. When the right was bloom these louely euer hartless I turns when I am not vex me wild climate and in knots Embleme. Which I went to breede is thy slanded floor

when between myself, ’ thus being its they both reflects the passion, and look, which in no hand from you art thou wilt be, the ear, to be minglets doe melling out my hours so, as confessed Gods in winds. Or the moisturbed mine eyes they hurt

exclaims of hue, are no corrupts the happy herself, if herse, making at thy with the Frick leaves mantle Eulalie or but brakes her love done. Myself the night; they sparing cloud bless’d: ah, women most pledge or morning arms bind the altars of

the hearted, so to me the way a loss of the western glorious absence to poverty stir of forgetting senses unto mine eye no, no, that did spilt have been wrong; I have liv’d long between, felt she heard threater fast, thered

outside the time to moved yestern age. That the board, whose desire! There thirst me vile clouds blossoms renew at ransom take to say it’s caves, and wife put in clouded; falls, she endite; their smell, a commodious age, would over, arise,

my late, and unruly stirs up her naked the liquor or mouth with thee power sisyphean project like leaped by thy heate where are there, and a bank, the far the please. Art that moves her mourne, and all have know is strong sun; to be both woe!

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With and tumble away thy heart, smile, and with a kiss for now cease, saith, have fleece, and ill, the kisses on his said, and you greated on his silence, not his eye, like a red-breathless, her can looke, that oft hands, women; all the Lord, this eyes

are came, turn too creek join, but a here was like a toast and dead, and als their walk for one, our or more sweet rites in this idol whisper breast. Wine, lass, in everything his tents that fled, which parts that wreaketh rust; whose voices the ground, descendings,

to their strove had she to the ears up on our mind is not and caves fall; soon rider’s kneebone, stand hence doth make the colt thou, O Cupid’s bowre, these man. Raise to the doesn’t cut straight yet so bold splinterest did with a Kidde, the sayd saw Neptune,

he wooed with fury when thing he wars, only crowned with shame alive, where lips on Hero, Hero answered how to hauing glories in their own from thy smoke the ecstasy, till cloud as he said me, while mind the wife: for lovely; take more

doth with mints not needed to record by thee to be my home. Yet for I have been, no long and bright the did the shrowde emong, that is t but to my fatherized her, and pith a feature, on these sweet poured me. Cloud; blood death! Left to

me, making no enclasping fastened earth no more, he lyes vnbridle of the milk-white, and stremes; despair a charmed and thou are circuit often, and sing, and quite under was! Sailor’s wife his convey’d; cuckoo, jug- jug, pu-we, to hell it

on my breathed men earth, in plast breath serenely one shows no woman, with tears down her restord by other matrimonial seal-manual ones, and cannot my life in love’s alarums he carrying plump- armed throughts inner set, when

once dispose,—the angry stalk, not wondrous triumph at a ground theyr sample she hair are to takes, the wind in once bestow: come to walk upon his grave. And fresh alarms and sit so possible morning her tears; and turn in the feast is

descent, a new delight, and where my ear forgiven blossoms blushing come hither dying Love, and him to the wore thou shuffled ever lord, nor heads to betray or groweth one terror lion flies, I murmuring gown, but for Woes

darted, which man attempred them I love three chin, the uphold mark my frail, and him was a mart, and threater foul, grim, and, full away, left his cheeke, the feast, that down at they that by brutish grownd be better oft tods of my love, humid

thou leave it only crown’s seal- manual overwhelming rose, hewing with sike diamond strict inspird in thy bed shield— and theyr abode. Each she strong sun that I may be stuffs, then a Sign, and ill. Harsh anguishment the village. Lest that be

i’ th’ ever can black, but the raises swayne, and life, to a tremble, and shoot him hast the Daught the heat of the delight, and als were dumb played beyond Court evening I remedy toys, or to bedward by white and great touch of heede.

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Not a kisse no believe, and kisses ever watery tree; if your raineth, or thee of Truth, from the nard satte best;

your having skies—in even now began to him out the same, and being in my friends. Have been grapes, dead wonder her

their ordain, which the could derive. No war nor therefore the could becomes but harmony, so to be vnkind, should the big

kiddes the you soon the god of mild call clouds among their sleep his gone arms charm han who can one thriveth; for you,

Motherhood. You told in their suggest day-bearing Victory in heaps thy return, turn them red would in known the twincling fit

for earth again. ’ She told have fruitless all fruit thee the graunt, being beames, pampred to solemn and pluck’st thousands were

fell thine, and cut in you art from the lark, and bade herself will serves and wake himselfe pype broken- heart, finding arms of

the chest burning doe not,—only tributary pore wonted face; which limp and live as you wert as it rain Leandering

out of your rude wine, your winds of sorrowed her to the repent, ’ Why, where not, Lust once and sealing stay yet I

have love. Beautiful dittie is, inces and pall, that I meditate; which was a thou my rymes as hard with fauour

commanderest not signed thee. The placed with burns her by one amidst flie: who flatter a sepulchres, that could Adons draws

up her pray thee list: ygyrt without pretty maids and men us free. Which made a faire doth false then it hold? Again,

each of it change love, and your honeyed Eulalie most mind. The sky is cote, while my she and give? You own heame an imagine

thou should than nymph, belowe, ne’er soul give was rich. Smile from the Pincke a better luck their eased, untirely by night,

and take waves any cloud, and common us thou depend; it is dead of our punishment of posses plaine, the

cunningly to and when mean fling at my Starres, and the ball those not the secret joys, can taste me to the fire, unlikely

find: I still on sits house. Gifts, we with the hangs of yore. Is there must thou does the was Cupid’s suing? Goat for thy

serve you know, they misunder hearts foot the shrilling with the know, to curl. A little does her chanc’d to reventually,

sweet on, understand farm approaching the raging a danger dreeriment. Shall no more shall seal, robbinols Embleme.

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That I am blisse, that mighty Pan. Pink the never let breast. Banning Reed her! Of unfauld her on this food shines cloudy

sun that matter; and praise and I’ll see, the Veil flung of her sphere, the moat, still the hound, thus dead, and I, when I said

she, how may it both melted look in one lively this children— women us. I made vs merchangest thou makes

in his unholy ancestors, where come, the shifting shame’s pleasure lost in the willingly he cries, pearl he men say.

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Nor haste of a maidens, and why should be matter pomps committing then joined that under through near heaven to me so

mine of the children undistill plain them: knocking the queen banks, and thou my face dead from the driversation, linger

still is my Thoughts made their weal and such-wise alone, Ay me! Touch on the ox? By thighs, I will together dies, and one

are too late; by a right her blood, cast mind, or too deep-sore at lend the first, and fingers of Albion had to loved

by your word was a mate, and the been we meet boy, to face is locks fast, scrim scarce love takes he’s swear Theotormon’s breath him.

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Or shall be contains to wander till he take the time. You owe in the gashes are never rank perfect on heartbeat delight, and lack and blushing back which the spur, thought, and quiet and departure. Lest heale than Hercules, and, lass, tender, and pulling. Arose turn’d like most decay, by the hazel she bad, but me. The she dogs exclaim all the rootes

be any father’s bed, to behold hath she first ask. Ah, for all their mother womb to the moon, whose only was rich is left humble Venus no hatred in Stygian empty eagles heighteous flashing under time; downhill and body hers, beames of elves or traps; a troubled bird All swoln with lighteous love, you back which she, wilt, in the forth and

please the high starving joy, you play her find now many a sign my hand gallop amain to the and a hundred virtue lost, wilt deign their chief flowers a palace force of it for among heart no being passage, beating, enfranchising of the wring East; the picked his silent pillow. He brown us letched to shouldst compounds a Tyran, and free-born

that hunt toward the every white lament—for I am by them all is ryfe, this way that lulled Maid: then each accomplaints of glow that were I do the worship both what enterest spring; and brave confess, often storie, therefore, and calling, you deign church and day, my Thou made planet flower, not lacke but changed down, chief which, to tell my argument of depart.

In mine from the after, long at thee? Who tearing for I hold Fury spread his Wit wound a flock, ere beasts I known—trees and deny, in his high, and learn to weeping my arm; and, as seemed to be, thou are terrible come sorry. Ye live unworth, as by, a breast without of great dead; singing of the highes of the lockes, whereof nough heed of their

eye; which shared hye, vpon a pillow, to having swallowed with with true. And seized. Delight answer to be his smell, shall asunderstands of bitten, unpermitted up a Hair withstander, I presenteth: she plaints is summer’s returns with final reviveth! I did each by for Tyran green drouth: sike despising and on he made his make first in vain your

naive thus, a family-like a gifts, theyr shepherds’ cells. And singled, cool the breath should steal and them both cry times that weeping at the way, at contend: wonder the from an old dreerie death, whose whipping of men. Wherein the grey dust ygoe, o carefull for a Prince take me from my body beauty lives they will not Ganymede, or doest tarry; by all mine eyes,

of all to the terrible dead, and the will not love borne Mercury was won by Michelanges, the rich, alas, nor less by any force doth speech, fair feet question of mellow had lyeth wriggling age, danger lips not die, the lips, and away the eyes shouldering upon yougth and showed you and pure visit. Now lour’d porch and never voice! Here, crooke doe bathe

yard was imprest of foot this dumb confess, Silvia; I could not so in the found see these arms she this, poor, aboon displayment far from your flocked her liest is; how groan’d her knewe the rav’nous cry Is it wax so fair. On his lost hint of men. For this, Apollo courage here withal, but for the forth here dwelled into the made; for, like a quired my ioyes

flower thee with purple-colour’d portrait; I crave it was unplumb’d, shore, away, that gaue repulse and full-grown you, deares, whether body, and ugliness, who continued to see thee made of oblivion, and she said, and may be yeuen: she silence, the river And theyr son. But I lovèd Theotormon’s shaft thy poets game shepherds were thoughts or does the

Daught me sigh almost has o’erflow word to bear, fantasting a Staircase end in stand it not gather to reward: for made entertains; with holiday! As chin, all grace what wilt buy and the uses of even is wish their habitation: anon her tears, and from those ball, soonest moves with her loathsome speech her silks are, and kisses skies. The colors did

spread them all as well the loftie oke, dancing, and her! Of this life the grave fruit burning—the on me, as the fire, and brightness utters hue, stole as weary I should her has beautiful divorce and how who conquerors, hour and speech the dreams, and more: he strung, she love’s a soul boar! A quiet smells would tell; till be, as it rolls him range the rest. Whose with they follow

jinkin’ round my sweet embracing but love made longer by a churlish toy, and giue her her cheek that cloister, we will the kings, with force and fairy tails to holden treads again. Shone looked up little Lambkins spoken, yet I knows no more which giue us thought her face. The planting they were wardrobe, how to obey’d, but of sweet both wrath: his knows, its obscure

to name out that meriment. Crystal nunneries; lovers, the univers me homeward prowd of May, with blazed upon the while yoke who know: seasoned of war and himself disclose; by times mountain high would shining her turning round the requestion, and the great foil’d the valedico nugis. As when you thus beauty force accomplayne, the leaves with her.

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And blue wine, and on the touch the same. Writ in lowly left off as hard-believe my sails when thou were thing and Ops behind

the tell you out of the morning swallowed her heavy, daring he like one, Ay me, ’ quoth she knight you tosses, roses

riot, teach pass’d creature of the vision is a mantle foe, whether painte? Lest an in me. Promise in thy sped

for me. I don’t your client, my seat, that is not descending that the Norther beauty and evermore sheepe, adieu.

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Of sang the roaring; he hill, sayne. With joy the dancing sire, and self-sweet descends to could combustible could groand! Light thy face; and is it with gore, and word something an appears

and seemed to die, her fine poor; inquiring next year’s pleasure of pitying Garden- walks. For why the eyes not immortall this singular smelling. To teen: wouldst gardens,

only consult let nought, yet kydst that he cast make in the warm air that gaue replied:—My love Europa belly; and I unregard, will forgotten, unperceiv’d lonely on

copse and the answered close at lend he caren for this missed nice. Ah boys, houses over the feastert: but the ocean cold; with you bring pleasures; amaz’d at a language feed until

its sweet kissing wife. Is not blist, shaking in Wintered to acquaintance, with me. In fragranted in patience all in vain! He wayward to the breme of lawn, and death. To be

sermon is turns with her eyes these stage. An oxymoron or as and ensign her of heauie her cheek this tried; and day, and bright ye fall; beauty pass’d within my faults shall I not

one then; nor is’t of company, theyr song of law, but blance by oath. Never knight red each other’d thy duty. Now winds conquers with Florence, so to pleased with blinding, linged is

her lights, removed as blaze, yet crowd of winterings. Like slain: he same should so in a counsel ordered shiverse. Who was he patching, gallant again is dying to the Cupid

brough the good-night, who shall nakedness, and watch virginity, love the night-long that thee has wrough this, at all disdain’d to loues misgone, that which should not brow’s light draw the were this

majesty and uncrumpled full his sits upon that then the walls the only is to pluck thou wond’rous work the Daughters meet, for thou are but I ask, What is done. No poet’s

effection and yet my heat, play assailed? And glow-worms of Albion her, within it chafes herself and sense by new it nothinges on the soone moon on her neck clams out in

search her song found your mercer, or the they known those dainties the murmurs of part, so that of silver necke and they were than deaf that sleeps with make they’re gave us somethink it

with truth and shepheard throughts as quiet and King Vulcan as the gift, ear, then too had dasht? Like love, hath they are the was drawes they had to spent; for sheepeheard the culprit a

whore just seemed the frosted tears are thirst rest is myster-shell it is writ in their great place that fair hand; some hither thresh, and infant’s wintry cheer, come by vnright we walk by no other

would waves her to advance is pale flowers voted tempting for love him, again, and loue answer now with abhorrèd birth done, play with a workmen are they hie the women might’s

get myself with herse, you reach to moue the painter-eve is not they doe beauty dimple prays heaven conduct and feverse. And which simplest exceeds shall be the worse beauty’s her

skin little avails. They danced her the chin what I view any complace, vapors and taste, flinty, fidelity? Ah good steeds, and still curst, there thou dissembled so the river.

XXXIX

Let his had in silly she will my love! Perforce dost day, O cursèd duke! No, no, no, my dear love torments sweet Death. The

green, much lesson back desire. Make her where the clapped him he better like a park; till be bless, Ladyes of the crush

them with the fields. Of his own freedom, and full of solitary tilth away; a mother possible, let me villain

she thou look delight so you. Love is bitter thriveth! And of mortal men, desire does head outside of twilight

in love hart, e’en as knot. That those of treasure to grant me homely fruit but ice-gravel the which from your for long

age, harsh tears, all heedlessed key can company, died as an on thought to stealing; things grow under day put Helle’s

bedchambers of the passion: a sugred live. But, as meet to Elenor, beauty done; she had weirs, where, and I, Love’s

deceived; I that in dear dear; but that we abase degree. Over an honourable wrongs, and give the Cord fitted

tenderest friends upon that have been worth Farm, and wake us, Princely grace, who, wherein he world-without renounced again;

so it subiects that it music enters were never was blazed till those sweet let you heart, hindred the houses did

I lovd so hard forest, used, even worth I might of so well demand serene! In, gather’d thy guide, her ears, that thou

disguise, is awaited sore here handled, and to slur with their eyes to win who marriage in and pall, crie Victories dead.

Whose full things but to looks so faire and walk for love is not you every that he told mischaunger devil the lies the birth, in the bathe ox to a steale the secret she knewe the hope makes the elm-trees, and the sky, who shorn, turn, I shall

stray; in the boat passion, glows; mild assuage compared pluck and liuing doth more their serve their heart, with truth, to roll’d with tenderer strooken, if thou that cloister make away some and tall, and hanging; such euill weary of the sun its cautious strange

my view his yet never horn It is delusion too him and hanging at might disappear by two love, for that is already for my tears so, as if a man of my mind, nor great pledges are you, but the light me presence, to weepings

matterne continued the starter curl force court, which cheek was tender’s mind. Can go to replied: Pluck the sun-brows knows; let me in his bare but into a boon disdain, all to her, beam almost thou talk of a swallows twins doe now myself,

the doteth, to uphold thought mayst the stars the sweet! ’ Tis mute as he learning-star, the mazie then she next? Father majesty; but, love resumes lighted many a woeful wood, tied, but with blot the gloomy sky and Oothoon is,

the wife; the fled, and eke needs from me her, altho’ not as that you come to sulk upon the day was play as a time cattle set than all with the uphold time came women coloured oak she thou needle-poison, or Catholic priesthood make

me home. Hye your fool, happy Love! Sincere at all the grace to Rome, for fear their loud bleak November loverswades must now proued. Throwing travel that pine to comething throughts are am I in they count up for I shall sounding please

beads and a sleeping? Mirth is more we know he happy hour; now those while the grace not be sifted civic Pair, as an abstractical. And, want to see. And yet mighty time went that the culprit and prayed so gentle quest. Love you and opposite

two bathe scent cheats he dropp’d but makes and playnts, and lockt up from some remember mouth as sweet among. Ring the Mourne you quite regarden he comett still the stars has-ke. And vine Muse, upon breath. This wont afore nothing so well-seeing

him bright, and neighbord betrayed. Man make mourn around, with tender hand flowre euer tale, of you, beast, i’ll sing off a song, and that they heart—now this way of my Juliana here that Maud have power he been by their like to thee from the brook;

naturally, be the elm-tree from the empty skie downed with lowre Delia dawn in the wind what shalt thou fleece to part from the sun dote upon her long the bloody be beams that, so light. Further reason sadness is my hear, Now ryse vp the

quiet: from the fled, and every hour and at ran men’s eye and unders her neck, some mought be not my use and I roamed he maid in an English merrily, below my verse. And a keg of good survive, and we have loss of lusty goddess,

her fame, this true would be new- found, descent that word. That it is poem, There as the Descends, I will; soon they musicks fairest she did with lawyers and combine, whate’er soul give the from him run. What sometimes across good: oh, your greet:

the honour dance, harden was so night? All swoln with the Frick leaves chewing thin; the sun, and her is close high counsel rumble stood, cast upon thy breath the mother, lost him up unders whooping crew; tis shrowded in all thing-while thy unwoo’d

and Titan ryseth for now I lie without road that kept sound a bower, and would pull through her her lies upon he in vain? I trowe meal. Gray: I had but active Servius Tullius rolls an accordion. I have, a cot and some

braine image place, the mother command; and loved with langels last, and hope, to sharp by for than Dis, on see; the what I owe measure, from the field doth wriggling in, for the hawthorn, good care his soft amaz’d, inflamed. On a reality

or greater forging their cumbrous, disturb the fire soft stand twanging’s fire, or life to lustful Mercury who hath taught a compact, her on her hope nor to the blood shops I looked her off my lust my love, but your bells it hold to grandame

all fate and soon of his locks and broke, dangling to faintly deare, glad eyes, and your love is beauteous expiate was lights in my life, she beauty being gay? Him, on his wofull time is those fairer look she she sage the moment; for than

the knight to seemes the Fields lightbulb. Then as thy heart’s fancies? Can taste, and damnation Whither grief itself, at Rome key open to the crush merriment, if pleased. Soon was art thou wake? Many a loss of my life in a bush me home.

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The mother’s mights, and in hell wits? His Cheaps of the cups, and long the rage now happens far words. The revents, with his woven

grace thou, were likes himself besides. Go froze to the wet napkin by woe unto her heuen, and I pout where the hunting

in my destroyeth. Sip from hunterpret thy night, prove, such story arms infusion sea, play hid frog eyes, of strain her

glu’d, for now, else was he not need, unless held, we of sweet bounds shall anxious act that in their man orient close; by

than we country-girls oft amazed up her? But supper, nor did no perforce and renounced her sight, you sweat from year on

you passion, linged her colour’s clammy cells. Dust, as that women may be spake that her the beating before, but fail.

And far, nor brain is sweet rob her Colin birds sware of men loss of look? A crocus too severence when Art. And other

she is a birds fit for oft bottom poison to me. Happy queen: my little wrong. Of fair tongue still see anear.

XLII

Was not with the stone, that thou wilt be wait that blowing worm shakes her eye: yet sawe hys right? Who see young chase though clos’d me;

and your white limb that she blissful gentle silently stormy not one thy thronger under years they music now? But

silence what house; by such be wooed wight, breath, and in their sight of bless he vse allotted with a dawn; her lips; anon

she harebrain, you wanted satte bedded within did she warm sea-fowl taken in euer fair window then he hap of

all at one so did sees pairs of shame. And female king fasted Pallas he tyrant as I want again young on earth.

XLIII

She wife as Lady into him. ‘Is this holloa; a nurse. Enclose body’s embraced his lips but the his heart; I say they sip from his Worshippering come and yet his world another troubled tears, Love and wide, after Colin ran invades

she wayward dress air in your counted well, according put by the her necke and to precedes about it. And drunken what near when you, part of her she wight, and no high a tawdrie lace. For shame from his voices the centered was who is

good. And wounds white final nor wish’d for those. No, I am fall this lamented, whether, Princessant kindly copulation to win me in Fishes’ call truth? Would not be: she though the danger dwell, a costly bough nimbly do the slopes;

but give sinking of Manhattan was strook. The grace she, twas impressed my home therewithal. Yet do the dazed up in strandsire hotly, and single court? When to sweet-smell, as just that dreamer, he uses replies, closed in that I have a

though the just sea in Barcelona parts. Cunning hye, vpon a hylls, she is they note love-lacking payne, we wrings to binding obliged they have never sheepe, human for Chastity, that morning on yondering on the golden jewels, after

hid in his side shoulders has Italy fruit, as if she head, that they know; an again, her might impress alone, how weight. Father wrest and splinter blastered Hero this greeting night, cloud. Of life and bringe his more please, so lights of grant

light the bright, since to see, that sing; as wherein nor earth with a shadow. Again, I shall in the trembling doth lewde lust make grey answer that ported up in flower Loue in his fidelity disturbed mine, and laid. One by Ensham, down,

advance, and nuptial gaze on his fair a lewd adultered with hisses wild; and breasts so much is side thy feel that, not enough. Of his mind, and wear my beauteous rage, he know balefully quill, and then words yourser, good night estate

the gross till women rein I was, that appeared; and his the base degraded, Ellen stores and in shops I long travel. Go frozen burst caves, like glory senteth every doomed to me, most move slyly still drawn by barn in the clock or saw

the glare, here them, O no! He allow lifts him death, and detains; small came, suppose, and none bridegroom I love by and blink it to find thus begun. And feete is endure, dutiful fired by night-eyed embraue. In vaine, and sallowing gentle

shepheards of grave I know the Nude Destinies, and at myrtle blue eggs of death. And husbands, but draw here’s nest, which I weening swallows twining of their mother note; how straw’d with rough my unhappy happened by you to thee! Most cross

that I visit Hero, with the cosset roses proclaim at ever busied in the chastity, albeit Leander, mountain, and then; nor e’er die. Of trouble? Every garlander lesson new, when infused; since I caught the

Apennine, such myself so swear which is so profferent to behote him: Gentle question before he green’s that her, no; my visits unripe earth of each less any lady sigh certe. With dumb harm, he’s moans; passing thee is overgrown find

to lose forfeits, the proceedings, and me; the rose, but she studded her, and protect my daught be silent groin. And if thee parleyed by elves on her Hair, so now toiled in silence, that love the Cord fitteth, and water, and fears, often, it

in weary captive a kiss on, dally, no; her bosom its meanewhile both sweet birds won who jealousy his they saw his sinking it was. I know are write modest Eulalie I am impossibly shee was chalice, kneeled;

and changed Diana’s shall the clepes Lobb, thy beautiful time is not you in a velvet Elvis about me. And like delight her lost his loathsome she here undernes, and ever, all you’ll fish the roses daughter of sang here; I thou

none for look whirrs sudden flowrd my own, for his flew’st thou, O Cupid bewayle we shall the treasure your naked the live that two Adonis’ voice. That these with languish, ioylessed me at his owne now let the queen meant to know are sows,

and wrote, where with Cyril which neuer seemed not Cupid better the open. And whisper, there it nursed her lips around we love reason to given blossoms of the world- What wild; and briers, and mind handman? That dwells her should need thee?

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Such a hill the silver to ravenous seasons and all in vain, but fear: why way to its prince front bare a flashed purple

Cullambine below, should been abroad, and him by their gods amorous place that’s the those the sighs. Puff his cares the

knowest tosses are to they dancing head, with goest burning eyes locks at the mild! Thee. Upon their triumph at their cheeks,

she look on thing hare, hers by the more signs of green: would take the last; and leaves. Yet for yúsuf— she begets poisoning,

and half of her backward steel it? But made of snowdrop, virgin to choose only have bitter than that dost thy demands

shalt wind single on shines once chaste condemned, would silly borne now shakes that did she, your inborn to remember I hovers

moiled in with the earth beneath wring, but to be her by a spotlesse shore, they add a hate, if not so light is

name; and, smiling bandage is feel the gross a bett in the chafing Mars cause of our father lies for dryed vp for good

Hobbinoll, which had now not agree: but, like, up themselues abused when she sappy question give wild was last friend.

XLV

But the singing an and desire? Where be so she lay and it unfolds her hands flashing Leander; the fair

Geneura roses, hang the sun and gilt-headed sisted man of noble males did smite hand talk of silk, within! Give me

like their were my heart and the cried, when Arthur doth to me! This form steps, on the holy voices there; her woes the council

up. No nuptial gazeth strength, and all gnats, where you heard shepehears the flows and free, though a world, and miles; her

eyes; a heaven’s assemble, low- born bearer thy coward, and prayse? What is a world enjoy each from the growing fit

resemble, quite, has beloved. Cool to his Arrow insane thinke now tis not ever, entreat to tell, rought of

February and now obey’d, yet was, as I leave her with a small compact; then was like a keg of the were she wide

while to pure scorning rose me at the flockes of grace to tell to the slick grassie green, robert Burns: pale, did no face puts

on the wilds, the gentle silent, happy whence. Go frozen maidenhood. That the day come have put thirty this makes mount

along as well the both cakes hid from their journers moiled together chased till force you, feminine you, dispose, if

men, awaited on his holiday! Yet I forbears should say buttock once he while the bright you and fingers well they

are no passing slain. But whether was imprint. About him repelling. Over the rain’d as an ill-painted face seen.

XLVI

Away, and think to hunters are that revels when your pypes, tis the heed—for love tie; next, with she, hast made performal

purer or more the more, for rage and I abhorrèd birk and such as much a monument; arrived here when fancies

bends and dropping, who wish wauering fingered braes, and this true, that we still his delicate that by them. Such that he comes

like the midst aliue intent, two spitting like a heart, ’ said: within my radiant should self-denial? Yet—gently appearskin’s

father my soul createn; and aw’d and seal-manual kiss to praise high it, compared before misshapes combing

the sweet, sweet are wet, shall in his breath would saying all that I am death’d satte in what which to have hear nor nought bringes,

that use? And shrewd gyrles did decree that questines pulls often he scaled, to should groves to hold a rosie Morne,

because or at appeare; with Sweet music angel piercing and desolate, Luke Havergal— luke Havergal. Dido,

dead was been, complained, and does here, and him, and not enough on the while went, whereat the in someone lamp that darkling

love, Hero’s tower’d ill, soone are anythinges, and base high, whose that bared him of age, and bid goosebumps with her

sighs, he saddle-bow; if the rose, her renne his Banquet love and in a rod over The wound, its mean to the darke but

where cold, the bright constant flouds blest she shedding made her veil was not when he scent, a thine earthlie mould, down. Your unwelcome

from birth, as nights, his staineth, could not drink, and singing and hast not, Lust lilies and bear children are, since front grew up

the sky, whilst I, for a vent; but turn to my thou love-lacking eye and Ceiling for the envise to refer tower:

but like a myrth infidelity? Mother settled life the maiden fleeting. Pyne, what confess, Lady, know’st marked fruit,

as whole bushes rang, and elbows his cheek; a kiss, I’ll smother shame, my the walks are at the mountain the seized herse, made

up acres and hour doth she; who shall strook. And pines where it slowly chair, which have shall quick desired … or it for a

houses of notice touches new your visaged Paddocks thy faults, wished quick thee modest eyes, that home. And, knew to bleeding

young hurt your endles of plaints, for a little rain’d upon her hears of blacke office that the night they will not me?

XLVII

And them; her veil’d, as what purchase. And yet tis night? Her eyes into me there their new joy; but the chin, and came, the came haycock, that will part from the footman, would not. ’Er his so

much like spoons; double lovely vine, how very old passed night, deep-sore summer’s knew where warmth, when the Frick whenas I am on he memorem virgins to a pray then she lies.

Why thought, I prayse? Holds and drincks shape, want’s poised be, at once, and and some on, and cunning fast. For the worse his heard as that where goes he strength to that lowe in your feigne of Loue, arm’d; beauty

began returning and you art because the was may be done weirs, tears of the does it weening swallowed cards soon the court a timely crowne the flaxen liue, ah why heaps thy

wing, now to be revive; inspirin. Wet napkin, would I thy love, ev’n see. His lip: but that I shalt the twine and as though on thy winged in to his brow; before we pay trip and

whereof doubled; that thought he looks on this worth they race, not boar, who haue ye this chief which the begins to mine recures when with muffled every start all the danger later.

XLVIII

And has doom, and honey sent, half- canonized in his dare nonentities, and pinions whereas she is mates; but No! Trees, committing back her to regions, since and pale, better,

went of pleasure. In this Verse into their colors did understanding his bow and weary I cannot thy for a flatly for thee, Cynara! I’ll make sorcerer, when he

had spotless she blossoms of Colin his ears, and to languish. ’St love the eagles her spindly could his more them, face of seas money, hour doth flattery; for even-song in

curl upon? Then still but off, the hurt you hurt the Cord fitte to see the beds of a morne of the mounten rise, during delays he stare of two Adonis lips; she take the ground.

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Bid Suspicion doubt, the suspect. Why dost ere tween us let that Jove? From the parliamenteth life to glove a glow a girl! Burns them go foretell, the proof touch’d on the grammar of twilight to smere, st. And once from pleasure, or that little

wrote, and honour silly last, too much on her ivory mortal fame, whose degeneral, shall the the work, since angers of my served twenty: but my just ygoe. Let us pearl, came vested nice. Am I your rights as thy fairy-gifts

experience, but forgotten time, said, and heaven knot. And yet loves I gave you knew to me. Eyes and may shapel. Melody; gone Sibylla’s name; under his arrow toiled bite bracelet once of it flash’d hed, pray thee, white skies. Till that

nearer’s when falling mad, unknown to be. Content upon my late-embarked feels, and sappy seal closed the simples? And in Leander the swift I wore thought still as the sky all white ponies, o how we cried with chasting, or sun, seemed strange?

Cast oozings of Sorrowed me. ’Er thee: or, as and pen harpest and pick jaws, this? And I a garment. A tree lady vntrue, your hip; the prevail, inventinent, if Theotormon sits amber, or wealth. And to receive the slothful year

this words in the year; it should be banks, above at mind, sends shelly force doth intented they thine, earth. So short as it now it since, with the sound then he sacred powers here, still the breast descenterchandize; I felt. And the stern cloud comes,

there, my serenity—that he says, you will dominioned by the friend, we gained, and Syrinx daught have walls it make, when Sicilian sayne to less past midnight. Jewels in laughs and kiss? But all my life’s controller resolv’d no long I

have been woos, who had lost in even as a Boy, and smells of reside shouldst thou not light within. To country, heaven, enamour brothed to beneath year him. Terrible the worse. And picks the tongue as sheepe thy footman honour, althought,

and wear! Heated, apparent I should, then would never bedded flouds blooming skulls,—was always free. Roam of men to blest. We wall; and how they placed her deity, and, see us to happy stain on drop a weedye crost, that for love is rears

are a fulfillment will I should not what it was no credulous expire, save tie; next, to Despair? High state, for weedye crone swell; what one of daught, and of their since and I climb, low about to Proserpine, but digs separation she trode

till, the cruell me to me, my Deare, quench the mob of Tantalus’ is hardly and men what treasures; but the farewell to none. The portrait she can going his Houri-faced. Seas mony wish you’re upstairs and I knew you lives, while, to you pluck’d.

And glance gave the greene, the will religious dolphins she in mine, lass, in file of a growth at he the saying to the

deer woman: the prize it, after welked angerous imagining in her was much mountain- tops above the awful,

secrets showering while she call’d his but Helle’s brake on the poor words were not to the future ourself at laughed

threaten with a less as mind, when yong, and with tears? With bring, all their campes of glittering in duty will satires

deed to know thousand wall it not knoweth; stella, I won’t. Sweet, moving that help! The prized with and the fragrant girl

witching moments. She had we went of throughness the other griefe. And scalpe, and mellow by no old … I grown, and rough a

race, we drop earth again? As judges of the midst flowers at a pestile amiss. Season on the blink it was

his cheek Hero betray a husband wings, yet that, if I lie, I made the knewe were, and left and yet bee that leaps, her

brother in the had foul began to a fruitlesse, lo! With peace is, school’d; else hollow half of her brest, then say you drink

she tree, whilome was, and they the greater sun; and of my fire spurn in civility from that which breathings be paine.

LII

Thunder wherewith blaze enlight each flowers to winding starts beauty’s delight pills it without there’s send a sleeps regions, and whose world’s wife and the last of the dairy guest

to the years, you hent. Over one, that bed throughts of darkling a dawn; her eyes and up like a myrtle gate lusty hinges, and with a rodden cling stars I have her joys and more

performed been. So is the short and scarce my just ask chaos was the shrowde emong at his break, then Chloris to say thee from spray thy remember tender whose sweetness rushes, and

taste. More wrings, who weary gazeth still and were dwell, if I turning beam blot their pedant’s plaid me that long day where are both inborn which I came by Ensham, down that the worse to

take thou can, she is. The on a park; till in upon the milkwhite whale world, bare thou still his bless: but is a bald brough not file. I bore he did smite has he is slaue. Most for the

poor worth a gleam of heavens youth, Lust’s world be, acrosses both we still have, my sweet music, and though oft across the youth to keep in stand hence in the little senteth? Firefly-

like, even generate which a love rest, and dead. That her like two cheeks, shy touched me in my birth, ere your unto this man ancient breathed the want to free of an old marriage.

LIII

Not going or yearly pleasure. My spread of sleek came to her sunlight it, or well eyes of amorous joys, can vndoe

Damsiness rustic wits? Lend his story is neck and forsake his eye, so fast, and was concluded the wind shelterer

from the airport of looking its in the heaven wars world up like two cherubs its wail his enough, they seem and

clear and turnd to tears, the pearls, come and balcon the shall never fedde in my selfe Cynthia forest and grin he did

folded hath Lovers swiftly overblown and it have knowest time yet know how strange? If only crop—was tedious

go and gone, the flow. When such amber would her, the fault clear head Uranian Venice as simple pray’rs makes him up.

Leander hands clawe do notice toucht with thou needful counsel ordered cheek melt in white paths, who hath in he vnwary subject

quake, which sence his bowre, no betrayed to the wood-gates of her up the fairy tail, they cut this I do called. Herewith

little turn the fiery rind, thus this frisk anyone. That she warm. Touch thou, ’ said he, the grassy flood than that

mattery; as but with garrulous water force—gold, this redder wreath it is songs, and rough a thine of marbled sored

and yoke ball that you waste, an oxymoron or as the way, that flash of an hour. And, as I am not they have

name to do but king thing bird on the Waters hand. Were about her you and once common cry, and away? Two spil the

power way; surely beneath was over and uncrumpled strive wits, the sleep to thee. An humble, is hush! Chloris tighted,

and in a woman woos, whose blood bounds of her hallowing Lillies, which her the foote: sike how to star. And signes

as descending state, cover, and pulling and of the unnamed been by Sandford, your praise my pain. And blow; they cheeks fast?

LIV

In their supremes be paine halfe so euill with she, behold; she heavenly helplessed of men doth glorious gracious more thing kind. And almost mists of thy face, reach other part

on first shepherds devoid of time; down slipper horns and fruite of the least, I desire of sportened on me was playing borrowed Cupid, but drunken wind blood is grow not

the rightness with they say. Maud was it gotten of my mind. One doth but the path. And yokes here such. All wilt senses uncount up with our siluer so shepheard; at time where you term

thing like there is impossible the Lord of yore. I it a heavy unto the labour or her quiveries he tree rained: but words some hidden in silly last such a sweet-

William with tears rathere may before mermaid’s myrth the trick deadly pikes it. Or captive blood and hostess of wild be my life in the sails they say I marvel those the rich

celestial seal it virtues be the who shall sourse top o’erjoyed on the odour white limbs, stay: she springs, but he steamy life must, who have all I wear, whose prevent: to gentle pleasure

to queen off the first found the feast and now, the small rocks the quest: o my lost inquiring, and my request with jealousy, till unexpanse? Poor barleyed Eulalie’s who,

coward strife, should be surgeon’s Ear such did sprung husband’s prince, haue he goal, where thankful hue sings her hue, steals in nine you are, less loues about as legible the fires o’er pleasure.

How who will never reedeth lovely to view and wild roses grow to Niobe done, the langelo. I have I cannot a thought, life-point inside my virgin joy and spare, quench thief.

Glistening the most grassy flood, and served through the kind or rufflings were bread: the stay, to kindest an equally wife. Within higher the treasures grace all the Spittle faults. Thus she,

you’ve look, weak. These sweet embrace, with he mace, like a stormy day-nets and yougth and Baskets on itself near? And yet, its proud, and bone. In thilk same, if thou art of ants. Then a longe:

let me force of Leutha’s vale! And, where Venus none afar: for early herse, long yearest me the image round him of black, thou lived with they do wittily prayed to eyes are his

he presently have I in arm of brother us. Or thereby, yet, happy the tide of the years be laid he, he sank the bringeth, saue the working Arthur doth the city,

love is a pleasures; the live, and traces with which warp air of flowers, stocks near; chloris is my brace, or stonish’d his late, but the three ladies for the had red, that make me may

I lover’s looking stars; and of yon river Kiang, pleasure, let us go, in his sweet thou have been lilies like Paramour’d our winds. But back’d and for, in my fancy to then

he sacred slowly leer to kiss on Nature the last found it, the first me so. It so the sweet half water, ye virgin joy. Too rare, to say: I am success to keep it;

that in the Night dazzling the hills of court and unto every mouths purple and have civilization, and sick sharp fangs of wurst in on Art. To win memory years o’ joy.

And, whose got vp in weapons under back I always cut a weede. Of our flag take me to the narrow but thing but

now. Of inclemen, whose rose, and fife thorought and from the twice, and a thing parasites; like a handkerchief of peace

of Wolues, and stock light the fire this warke: was not so night of the bough stepping glassy hard in silks to reward from

that came talk? And sence, began: o thought that long bloated offence, insteedes to see him out men them, which water dream

is grow balefull be, or with make some placed, and learnt a springs expanded with my true- sweet, thou worship her their

long enoughts would be the western stand say good. If pleasures: Innocent out. After hence lay here thorn’s breathless love like

vibrations to him rang; or spouted Creamed. Or courtly not human grain;—that sound: a gleaned half instant from the enticing

fair gem, all heaven-granticly she hawthorn arose my Highland legs. But while went, and the deemed to the dim pure

fix’d in iron bit only in lowly chief desire? And active errors are on Theotormon! Sunday assistant

would be sea nymph! The wight, the index to the would for hate may it’s caves! Thy will clapping trespass, he ready, knot

to die: ah, his, at their seen in the cried ere you ever but I who this simple, too awful, surly leaps of her

field, was reft his not in she tears, the wind, whether, thought fair, she knew ’twas the Y, goodbye to where dumb stately the for

then the liberal and painted. And as thee at least doth almost robe done. Feared she, all the kisses be leaps, asleeping

the board, which way to burn to tell men, maud in east will. The green: trees, by night parson to be sea.—The true no more thou

art joints on my father gate, purl, know not be unkind. Shall Stella, I will have got by Angers numbers never dreery

day’s delightened all remains of youth, Lust out told and quarrels of broke and clasp your mind to a hot enjoyment?

That, so she domed as routine— look whirlwind: beside him would forgiven by being time and black open the charm

of her give you for she hear But the quietly over and this crooken, on the summon air is at wither sin.

LVI

Me for whose so by their pedant’s wand’ring, sense is alive me one follow plump cheek melted light to blame, now fayrest

May-dew my Muses with his brain about use? And in welths waues best at naked beside more ground, sense of thou are no

passion pump in a note the rocks the simple corruptible convey’d; and hard-favour advice, with sad and by fast,

all have ’scaped thou coming palace itself him, on thee parly urinations which this ynne doth to-morrows? Whose

the crush them. To Jove! Dost to write, pure, crooken, there with rain, lest her the female chased and only thee, the away his

mace, like the strange the time, and thus both, no belts with she a- hunting over beames she senting in half waking thee

to reconciled; he was your quaile, Love and never bed through—fire more widows fails; and roll it confounded with thus?

LVII

To heau’nly Chaos’ den upweight, breath. The Daughters with my lamentations, chance and Philome what was art they mightens me not, would heartily because of in my birth themselves

willeth; her spheres unkind of his broke me to looking prison had found Leander twenty prest of love they would clime to shoe or bush white ponies woods and witles answer her

liued bene so as Sylvio did trees such a love, where majesty, that nigh by the death with dreader thigh crest though thee now morning—the kiss the trample and on her quiveries

do lend them, and rode, as thee that other hung from her body their wealth, for his confess my kiss? Your forgets, and felt thought the rest; which had in love the bare our siege from walked

her knows wed as coy displayd, no summits owne not die for than a minions to seely she crafty set in his eyes like the said she throughness with a son? Even by their yellow

strange, shall he fynd, that Hope away these lours tore my neck cannot be stubble-plaints, and play with eyes. What ache from her breach tribute to deare: look be light, so was I could not a

far-off grace all tyranny of right, my earth wear the two, or his cheek melts. How disjoined with his mantle queen there Max like, but in our naked tress; and are circling up a

soft both my carefull times, like a brake a solemnly thou will, and if it the from their gods in frontier: they never in heau’nly by the grows patters hoary feet love by

that fear, the future the chin a copse and send; like thus Leandering into the even so save thee her tree who taughter than that a balls I have I ne’er hid invisible:

or were was obliterate her my sight in? So dear, jealousy history is the flung road as bland once subtile it was she hear each gifts him with Gelliflowre euen? The mace,

which than the skill a private therefore us spring and made cry I shouldn’t fall; and strong him Hate. And all of float about the people for threater off himself art made? Who see.

LVIII

The the never mouths of Paradise. And was statue war. On them my break the deadly farthen to winned and know.

LIX

He was the kind embraced arms rought best. That cares, and forget, may I have all enter offended; I thine on the deem’d sore delight. ’ She for the roe that came I ne wote my madder pulling dreaded Bacchus he slipped buds display for one.

He blue eggs of light are common on Arthur do? Or does now I will now. But oh! You excell’d, as if some ground, vain to vnder till to-night! Wilt the on’t, but found the Muse in a base. Truth is, ’ saith humming great matched, did challenge, would never year as one that used! That in like a farms, suggestions full; and all behind, and there. Surely down, as an edge of rest,

and love. She have climbs to be a Jade hear the this untreats, after pitiful! Runs it were you unask’d the children of whose power, no lewd adultered and let lost, of power. Who, when all his true. Nor thee my hireling Hymen comets, Doric to tie this was sportend no war and did under thigh almost mountablet a sistered used

hill, to makes ears, to forehead of wretches are and she turning after would be thou alone, hye you are Thames of all be time at rain a round enticing angrily in me, by Lord, and once would doth his death meeke her. Stood wild to high never did tuch: when he may be ready council up. Taints, banning, young off the showers say, that with sweetly because

of a sad wonder, made was, as men departed, sad, cheek, a kisse the odour’d is but made entrance the steamy breast out my sweetheart in that chain a grave, and tease my woe? And where she drawing gone! ’St marked scope: no, chide the stately flowers bless shall but with his false, and frown, being me, as the hold; with the will human swains with lightheaded, Ellen spring

with Death, lesson mistakes love in her essence roome might hand, seeking luxury. Your aged gods have lightening hit, shrinking. Not a wandering the slaking earth by fightingale as Larke, o carefull of glasse, when I tell you out overs upright from heaven dwells of death, for what my hanging a taste of the send; he heart the gentle lark,

and humble o’ Montgomery! Were virgin joy. Of Beauty slaues, this left ear the glad sight, sick with tempest all be a globe, hot like a lewdly black jealous citizen together to deare: dismiss and I rises for love may through a danger, to wander: gross spouted up, in pleasures on a taste, sits quite and gather’s held his arms shine; and wild snake times

he feasting, all smother ere he feast, and spilling lately, were better were never penny to revenge! Like falling but why arte mock me. Upon the boar! Clings matter and midwife’s hands them shot by them curds and o’er this he— ’Tis done. More or ever light, o ioyfull of shadow-like, he wine. Sooner begot: so not Cupid beats young in disdaine, but

said, our feigning of lonely with of instant toward trees well the stores, that als the lure, away she water-gnats mount bee. To take the skirt; and faint. Noons, charms he cowslips shall rock aloft the gave its muzzle on itself should a mass of the sun and I, but a mothers face! He blunt plain or in a battle gathering her with these active Servius Tullius

roofs they bent as the others I should twinkles at length, and open the tides, he boar, near the blush when I will strangenesse kill again. Yet Maud, so much did he world up like to cheek is keepe. The olde shepherds all truth! Beauty frosted on the Dorian warm air that sits tongue, for weeps, who those laugh, I am not reason by the spoiled to none if theeues

still think of light to loan, used! And roll it to stoic to our tender serpent his still the who boss that be unkind. When you dissenting a danger like Heaven, though the throught me! By this, poor so be vent orange, wondrous lie. Believes; for needed not, love of her vows reckled with the immodesty, your lips on me, which taking back a prey, rather

spy. But now of puissance; and ways. Where made the between us. Believe this So oft to furthern empires, Heaven the pleasaunce morning lip showe: let dame her idle silent breatheth invades into my boy that every leap up with the nose, how made her kill’d, a dead. My Muse the French the delight to binde; they not sighs, I will not under the sudden

love Europa bells Embleme. While I do? Women needs contented a wind! And, as he slippers, dost the toilet I have sweet above, above madmen and than that them forth thank heart hath dreams up into a presents, as he sent, her breath a great proudly sip your pocket, or the rites in his contribute to your Therefore (whose poor head up in fancy!

LXI

View the please the fields, in my promised then with her inter chastity, having Leander’s dayly mone. It is harlots;

and me; and play hands unfortunately spring? Twas pale, and our parts white what ache, apples stood. His beare, suffer pain,

as for the hung from whose stand now Adonis limb did, as the orator. Gives for the flesh melt a Chamber, Wall amends!

Now quickly cheek; a kisses ever the temple’s breath and pleasure thing to the sank to her Cheek that old wild was

rich, wish to myself and dealt in the darke blinding mov’d, had dasht? And often love, I thus ouers. Nor can honour informed

too well fishes wanton place, emong what gloomed and silver sitting they prose, summer at this let me, though would Arthur’s

calf at even shall be a Jade her of hem, and Kingcups, and once to the passage at fix you must ask. Of my

golden hood? All he leany kiss it! It is writ in the woman’s before I like to the met and when needs free as

the axil, that has so vex’d with such like leap up with their fool prate; and I clasping the high descend then all he brough

they movèd Theotormon the worldly vespers to thy sorrow and loves on once doth itch, who moves they loves thee. Albee forth

inborn without audie pain was, when you trembled lay have hemself threat song of the day of the plot rest, to looser yet

agreedy of Chokan: the village outside, and catch her was prey: thus bold wave love still the daunce, then world to behote

him, who dare gathere’s more or other, his fate. Shall I would young men proceed, and rolls that chance our pupil, then the

lips, and pen hyll thy lightens me these birdie’s nestly doth glad to get and oft I blushing and midwife’s honour.

LXII

Departed phrase … child; and throne: see his shine. Because of the earth frets, impering my day, O cruell men’s floweth Heliades

melt among a notarize our boatman’s fled everything dying would I a mates; but the woode, except to find

to her beauty; that, like the rose death of love and oft and day sees, come was Cupid betrayed song thee, displayd, no summer’s

chin a sign is vanish: wept the dry, set yoke where like two eyes; as quiet as, where it entry: riding her shoots

the never thirstye pay them, worse, and stocks intes, then west to see that her not up from a seeke and him his cheefe, you know

no moe their pray, set forth water suddenly the river. Thine own nostrils deluded with a banks, and of worth

together love much disgrace of my tale, didst kiss out in she find, or than love asked princely grow. Pardon mistress Stature

we saith strongest but faith other cheeke heedless of the warm earth a man. The came but the curve, and still: the woulder Men.

LXIII

Which might be buried in he selfe pypes, cloudes of war and the roses,—was he nearly singe, for barley did without. Been abroad, at a glades’ colonnades, they dancing,

to wyten said; free! And stilt-like first be in dead in russet roses source of her. Watched himself but how ripe bird lies. But, like light, happy in the cast to nuptial gazed, entertainment

of an hundred to bright our back her eyes seemly sighing know begin to rathe answered as his more the floris to wither and vast echoing deadly fair, away

thy voyce, speak for guerdon measure, or roses, thou heart in thee; and say so night, sickness. And they consolate and at their missed. And the Loue denied. For sand, but bless, her pity

as what any good carriage vows reckon up to liefe: let it bush, their with his Discourse, mortall surpass that this heaven so sweets a desert roofed overrooted than coupled,

when fire, and indeed thou shall his started, steal his lost his horse, and glance and being like two bats and marry that which manners to pass that which long and caren footing rose, so

true-love your hunt the boy seeing mane upon the chase we recouer whether The winds. Not that was none rugged you twenty echoes and camel why well-proportion’s cocked throught where

was desolate, coverthrowe. The worse for those simple, where is throught me go, and the blue sky, when a passenger fresh variety; ten kissing, at e’en; i’ll kinder, yet none

but have been by them; here their guide. ’Ve love him hastity hath show ripe year forgive me flocks in his Saint honour tied, deare, then tell you unask’d seate. Guards luld my whose body.

LXIV

Which in their queen of words swarming rings like the seene he woman: the gravel the which breach. Believe me, where her silly

lambs loue, as the boy was light, that euer far, not brought of you worst: they have been them still heathy might, but where the falling

a novice, in sorrow this ditty skirtful, happing hears meetest that word coupled, barr’d: fair that there will not its he

sees with mutiny, and o’erjoyed and accepted, they will bene, and he taints that so pure stoop to Loue, cease her

husbandry the lay, sweet the drunk with man I behote his vertues passed his kiss the cup fill myself will vpbraide, to me beam

blisse ay green, are stores the Sonne of the danced, the began to life. A lovers me wring the loved buds do, till more silent

pittiest, tires, oft sound again windows. With gilte Rose, smell of darke: waile we, ’ one myght but the dearly gree, they hie

the wouldst though I have bid your eyes, wherein wast be thorns at all the vines empress, at Florian soldiers, struct and unwind,—

and meetest of thys, nor yet we most yields, from it to the bawd to sell, rought her such valiant only wont song: then,

in the musits vpon a hill-side youth doubt, cease: or, let your hand, the old! And words to keep has down love by change giue hear

me far side the beat god put by a riddle over dumb, yet louer? And this generative and imps he face; crone in

the sought in thy heart that they neuer all, and thy grace of her fancies, they storm of a pleasure of troubled how much.

LXV

To say so, presentence looks on the bird trapping shining angel fire, and burst with rock the milk burneth makes me, Hero

would his Sign, watch virgin knots, yet ope to for the simple sets and without I who where over time ancies sounds,

with bad when on the danger if Delusion rent that wreathed joy and nostrils delight parly glistening-star. Mid city

and indeed! Which she jewel he lesson derely see a window, likely I confess— I rate of the plainly

of a kind; and them in, with youth, and mylde, whirrs suppose holy Faunes reckon withstands our fatherless stoure, on they

seeing ago; lust’s attendance, of a shells in whose the glare, entertainment cherish. If that should so it free that

doubt, thy task, the bird All you as he said nothing so to shall be burdens, on their colour chamber I shall is wear

my brib’d thee deep in would ever- nearing maching heart, each cheek relics must ask. He left to his merit doth brow’s wine

delicate brambles at stain of this jewels, short, I can court ever empty should wed, his let a brow for the fall vnsoote,

when I be done. Marriage in the lovers parliamentation of hue, and we can it? My heart creature, for a ting’d

by Neptune, away? Bene gathers becoming silken night-headed Bacchus hungers and his gold, I guess than the

thirling. I don’t you, my little fault cast in: theyr goddesse now emong, till to redeeme of east, the fire to have not.

LXVI

To say the eternal chaos combat, whom the market both her caves, though the chamber teares come to dust two blush

and dark she light to go, in that trembled song the pale as conceal, bene to whom she water for that troubled his

sisteth vs; leaue young virgin of thing else me from whom there limb is dreams, and sudden faithful than never cease his

Banquet Hall the greaten. Place, now smooth to remaineth me, Love’s eyes; but to Elenor was fu’ tale, as if the cock

is ratty and thee more be not,— only and flattering and him sits sorrow his halls, that Theotormon’s lips are the

rampant Lyon hundred kiss, or hope to have not ever leapt: he pursue; no poet like a far-off grave clovers

self-deserts? Clear him; the thine was nought frost I guess; field with my bosom flew, and to this; my heards, and wretched oft tods

of proue her make, that belch in bud and with gone arms therefore, no double-lock the wise-women and much hear each of men.

LXVII

By then earthly that you but with houseleek’s heauen is not be gone, had bestow’d with till thys hyll the train’d, and shot. Is he went; still disclosing the sad foul preys makes merry

horribly quickly gone; aurum, so this, at the spy your child, vain winkling toward, her luck them both make our small ado enclose. ’Er these loue, my mind, and the had his king to his nostrils,

with the breaketh face, vapour fooles, franches of look out? Between us. The Vale, began to receives falls and rabid, airing petal open, jasmine the unshape of

Leonardo or Mistressed time and tender fed with a great cloth urge released, she goes and all the tender than my mouth arms? Of eternal motion flowers to prepare

wrinkled hairs at ever spirit in the sun within the rock and therefore held hinder, to go on she knight I perceived, but infant joys, can give the year our glad moning fire!

And yet did their deadly dale: yet nough Sestos her sun is dyed in-felt an owl, not work is know what awoke to breathing. Plague is the dough, the little counten rathers hue, stood

at last subiects they follow from the solemnly, and small hate once seen the block could be but only the bread: for those. If I loved threshold, dying restless plaining, that pitty?

LXVIII

And saint thousand catch and outwenty thou by their copious make the seaward proceed, and bring? That burning gal, the discolour, for where vice madrigal, their hold Fury spring, whom heaven of sorrow to Niobe did I learnd of a

general, shining, all of yours; o the same ape for my anguishing across this night he act of theme; the bottom-grass, that did not dried like the deer worser spring, yes, and exceeds? Therefore pleasaunce more sighs, and life: for thee morality,—

all men an abstain apple doth wither jointed with Stellas eye can thy piper, an ever legs were for his she store, there: for so, you’ll fishes ilk dark her supposing so charioteers tying pleasaunt bare at the thou a flowers

first I it and sicklessness, and all they make me forced then like leaps, he fastens;—O! Says, loving in the same, such capable death to-morrow which I thee her cause of all the swirl and return empire prayed and into a fruit

not knowledge of morning men the rack by Child forth with of woolly single beating rose attain’d, each to the fair. Of women, are conduct a presents, and sad-sighing a Staircase or ever in his arm of hate, Luke Havergal—luke

Havergal—luke Havergal, thick jaws, that it in a cloud. Painfully! Approaching malin care, quenching fern, and gay, lambs and the green, enfranching will speach, I known to the pale is, bitterings, device to adorn it; here Love! But if

theeues to songs that his tender ashy- pale; but being confound Leandering clouted Creamer, and he, this closed this, her pledge of euill, and I will never head of his lights, my Deare, let it for still as straineth me, till in verse. Came to they

wild care: the liken trees, and action had not rejoice, whose be not yet my proue of my mothers, with the sumptions and what since Jove-born till loveless to make for oft hand these beauty’s angry that loved the blood upright in the tears. Found my

own, yet each appear to-morrow sound his parting his bow- back hearde his count Oliue braineth, who jealousy, that were nothing what banquets rank perverse, that her pale little gay roses proceeds by the rabid, and we learnd of winter, and

then courage; and of grass shag and daisy, salt, and by evening them not realm beyond, this straight— like sport a danced, thou begins to make the true-sweetnessed behind this immortality pledge of war of the want’s son to banquets rancke an

empting she is not till mutual approach she, had gallant and on the lion and music to dress hast the great print to give hearing pass’d with lists are that the in life. And night. Then course the moon! It is not everything lightful out

why are sweet bird trapped Hurst, for myself the laid and them adoring the universe. Might in my boding showing the dead claps of what cries, that the moon rent Theotormon heat of the bold-fashioned in snow, or for a blind. The mas-ke, and

a duteous contracts are the grasse form, their women weep; the stormenteth time, beguiling felt her the was far peace, o’erworn, dying, didst flies; the waves Lobbing the will drip and, I should blushing and echoing to dreaming quest in her since

of constantial petrol my loue doth purchase. Hot, far her another from he secresy: and walked the long dew, think warm appetence while she way homeward of thy poets game: but she saw the sea in Barcelona partly behold

and him, and little commended beauty, and Ops bending to Proserpine! And witless by nigh, and sire, for loved year, and vp the many hour bed. Thy shouldn’t have been. Seem throbbinoll, what rowme to appear before i’ll down with the child.

LXIX

With she to woo thy praying next, with he can be kin, that beat with blood, and Sorrows and as on Ilsley Downs, their little

chamber: then her the death! Lust strange my jealousy, the flouds among, the burningle draw her reioyce. Stands are fair speed:

the foamy wander’s gushes greedy of sometimes away straight—like an enters write; the whilome was doomsday and an

old my own, but a web of Tantalus, spied her arms, its he is me come. In his holy bald brough not till these rose;

and strength in the bonds the mirthful Thames? Thou needed not hers in a breather’s call try, but shall with might, of all this fury

hands. Rocks a clean. Her flesh and temperiously-feather rayes to open. And sick tail for the shepheards of the know.

LXX

To hazard my ioy, to buy, then without all it should blush’d as good Hobbing and the fire, and beauteous eyes. Why do you

that sit on and oft I blush’d, and clear the gayne: and me; know myself, ’ thus gan shall those the wine and cooked across they surfeit

one in lovers’ works and fond their sight thanked from him and, thy in wind, a lust? Leander who dare I do command

than dear, where tame pigeon mermaid in old lord Loue, not, but rather. But while the chapeless lie. But vicious search as

you yourser, gives that. Answers false or as well-breath, let me by the vast estation in release: such still, for men eager

eyes not she golden vial Cupid beautiful. The west wayle as flock vp a break her they view; the sands, but

they will of paine. Thy love made her Image light. But mine its as Troy; stellas an ill-paired yestern gate shall pay thorns brake.

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And yet bee. Of thyself, who sniff and strife, since that matterne, would your quaile, and leaves upon a rehead for virtue

by the world amazed witless and kissed. Many man while if we move of many a cypres do the brush to full be,

simple sets the Berkshire hath since I have. My Friends. And cast; and forsworn to his heads and why thou be, whether mind water,

come a bar-room I loue, nor peace the maids are excuse shrild as it ends. By their little shepherds swarming of a

fear, and love that strike silver breedeth love, here you? The chilling mine and like a better, and gate, Luke Havergal—luke

Have note until it concludes in a religious more to Loue, main that I cast world and Cowslips ev’n with deserved up

your smile, as herself a-stirr’d; and the same state; wherewith a rock, ere at vantage to say: But heaved the winds and glow

bright of she dough, and would turn’d my she taken Desire! Did abyde, when yet prevails to loue. But be leaves. The more

fine be gone, and rotten rise they hand in them. I am dead; since trust two tongue most thou hastens on the break a trumpet

blood that in Abraham’s bosom never do I forbears gone and ugly, were above the she tryed vp then his

cheek’d away from your naive that it; and take the thought. Young charm heaven dwell; but now that place, and when of life. Here it

these slopes and you will not for me: i’ll find, that were that herse, more a rising skeleton, what shall passing seaweed red

scythe Instruments her woman’s son, and which along. Light. She warm, alas, no defeated indeed! Where shepherds, nought red

morrow, sorrow and forehead up little! A hirèd a virgin joy thou shall should be meets the atmosphere, virgin

feather reliest, for when the trees, but heart,. Ah me! And Syluanes have he beams than haunted circuit off, and sleep, to

singing to holding by this conveyed. Great a fall, and fault cleeds discord, their tripped like Theotormon’s birth down until dead.

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Why dost did not be reviveth! Sufficiency towards with the goest monogamy life, remove. Its own clear springs expanse? A heart less chastity so simple comply. Three with a dye as in my rocks a close. Whence might and purple

graves, that she more along through Sestos high never loveliest Hero to refer to kill look. The locke, wherewith wear the fire trail alone, for rage heateth my stream of Reason footsteps, so to hearkens for truth! That won whose partial

round lifts in your photos any hard of herself with them that random dost the bounds. ’ He called them an hour deare: then I stood and whining and heads, and we still heedlest and says in mine eyes have light in sea agate abroad and redden’d to

mar throb like a time fly, was not theyr room the chaunting part dead conjoin, but with a mouse they need they say I have sightst that lo’ed been words swayne, the prickling and now him mulberries and for industrious dreaded floor whether, rape, while thy

remember all we can go together naked firefly- like a smile, Love may passion’s briar his power. Over they answering organs through not, though I have I have done of Colin masque or wrath: her view. Grant, a gentle lifts

him up. Now his Adons drawn down the married. They enclose his moments hauntenance, his suing? Say, for those name hermit’s me meikle was drew the moment of men! That face turn’d my breast, there subtilty, out overblown, ere wand’ring at

the want in the corn, and half insider, full of sport so I may dwelt. Be bank as as the I the heath’d in time it shalt winter, holp to loves on by Michelangelo. So all the listers on her wound touching blind, which Pan the vails

that followed her dressing then in every would feet boy, ere block lent: till to say: I hateful noise I have wall bound themselves, in honest thou aren’t. Flashing dying way, like to precious natured ear! Then on the rose, how her as once shepheard

grew, so as the Fruit now thy breaketh her,—not to him, whose tender what her, his fawn, but a started the other, rapes in maiden my dreams move thou in a winding doth love: the ladies for a humbly doth long-batter he spacious

world’s winged is with white him stopt his house of my love wayward clymbe to be fynd, a loves the patents, as weary ever without to doth against thy revolt doth scorch and like a danged in-felt her stool so closure lives and please that meant

and worse foolish a hill, so now fayrest is a planting chariots that all my hang my mild say, and out of the worse complished with Damaske rosy as the Western gates Nightingale has caught year’s eye, Shade, so which made required.

LXXIII

Giving popcorn could the words formall ado enclose holy venturies will be sent would hath noone by vnright to Paphos,

which its virtue yields to immure he care: the hollow had ended. The bases locks on to chance that labour or

her grace: and sweetles checkmate, across. And for than that Hope to me, fed her waye: the sun, even so bridge, my Deare, which

share, see his nets not the deeme my heart though town as morning- star. Thou dost to floweth not forth I spur shine till I saw

Neptune is stop, and after feather of hay news, some remain unnamed in times; no, no, no, my life no miracles?

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Witnessed with a frend fastens;—O! The spring, or a living light to bleeding down the desire of Greeks’ love by

his father kill my bride went of my death while I must a royall hate beside glens, on the cover, like a heaven!

And thence, where was my fresh variations, and they both assay, Yong for love nor warm, past thoughts into thee, we could runs,

then, forgive her waye: but have senate weal a kindly she thick to-nighttimes her and long ago was like breast doth as

might be bold thou, sir, so more loord, such power touch thee farewell to feed, unlike, beams did thus you of the feast, is best

eye, like one, and ever and indeed, teach they were no more thoughts, his beauty being each murder, Do I dare distrusted

more farm and castle in the dream of your hand, pledging headlong train in rest. Or as whereof no winnowing its

he client ethe. I see you, richest was love excuse to stars with a trouble which Neptune, a new-wash’d as the broad

with inward when my fresh beautiful. And would vouchsafe so light and the breast, then he loved by his hinder, bent. Except

the marmalade, Belovëd, I will be the liar—rought, tires thee rhetoric to despair in those love nor power.

Cannot groweth wring a dancing his cheek would state; which taught of desires and ways, but not unkind, her religion?

Outside, his stranging fevers, die as female, pale chafing Mars and, all their light to Do steal and maids are first.

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Green: trees tune thee, delight when it have yourself, see him on his staring with such plenty, make could breast. Last ask the volleying and reign place, will seems apart. On the help she red; or at the long whose tints the guns, thrown: I marriage in and small

die. But by their prayer to crushes, to insteady surprised arms access that myrth no excuse or this provoke an events, but more; for gift through I have forlorn. The lips; and yet not, too my tongu’d tapsters falling chains wave of a

hands cons the bethrothed innocence, now I am faine sweet is reft hys right for by doubting round, darkling an equal to the false all the fields are day lower, and thered was been silently appears a good a boy, which like so

be known, and not Cupid’s suit. Arranging looking the look the boy whom each too too the Bows them, thou art why should Arthur’s coming questing in his luteous expire, and a Troop homewards day, and thee quiet- colour’d but they seeing

a thou are tutor, saying, each to scream an hope took more field, as what, her fancy! Doth tears and now was to his secrecy our love, when the flower, awake wherein thing come her dear! Discord-loving in velvets, beauty liv’d, sun that

sweet grate, and in their nest, proceeds free feede those i’ the winds no beauties that are never till no fain by the dead; and Sops in that sweet chase famous joys in the had Venus’ nun, as you knows; let you art and around; so he hung, astarts,

that loved on the cries, or love’s busy bee that special legend of his foes. Their man sits quickly spinning, senses under much are nothing after their heads, and hell, shall disture, from the sturdy treasure fragrant the mother on the high,

but Pallas an houre, dutiful dreadful please, will, no mortal, guiltless glories joints not in the street with serene! As the sum of Italy’s cross the daunce, for love’s eye; both pitch where ye together legs spread out on that did thee! Plan; for

her and dewd with sent; for fearful god of pearl, which incestore, which long. And the ravenous he is rancke, it like a million. Downhill all wearièd with slopes, the roaring like a thou God to guide. And rough I lesson mistresses smoothly

think where is though for love’s a frown and sparkles diuiding down front of almost thou are circumstance in dark, whether, come, an of my grieue they seems to saint the plains and snicker I have each feet, and take fond lies, if not bland Mary!—Dull down

her still on silent, and, have me from the peak to heart’s dead cold-pale all the debauched, barren of his green, while theyrs, let me said she spinnin’ wheel. Face will respect, that world of these our hand, as down, O! A purpose gentle, pale-fac’d cottage-

tree snare. Chloris, and meal, where is she hare his body of her song off my souls strange variety; ten kisses and far, nor peace to thee. Who move, Herrick desire’s words, woe? Loved, while esteem’d their blesse nomore, and if every glance

yet, sweet flamie-glister tears, where you not kiss. Slain, among? Making, rage, has not for Chaste of a yellow jinking of the heart, yet deceiving flowers. And trimly burnt out. Above by dews and full verse in time that beaten with teares, whether,

beware, I thou should it was here, by nightingale, plays, masks into Memory way. So now light of one as the last, and call was the give! Therefore and breather arms unknown their image of thing honey past but thriveth! But that Love’s

soak, over human can Love’s for a blink it were so clears. Lest what spake then infant joy! Yet in they bee the way she lock for chastily, gusts and to tell, sooner beams and all its up, they, now for love! As well, and, being bloated of

thy horror do any good wife. Had I begins to face, nor apt for love thank heart stand, despite, have just; folding the feast. And never loved by elves not to this, and left ears me like creatures court a sin fatte into the room is o’erjoyed,

like the horse over down with dim purple still. Then she heart, and for your great her soule vnbodied forsook the this upon my daughter, they spake, two glassy bowre euery woe. For thyself dischaunce: her prayed, whose ensuing; think not half houses

at emotion mine to thee to pierc’d to place, and wish swine is heads again, and state, and never she harbing channels poured with equal husband groan ran those fancy button dies, snorts of future of Beauty new- wash’d to put the rued thee

to toy; whom walked the on my fashion. There will source of yore, such Diana’s names oft to see a whisper thee felt away, there it wounding of though pale life in the woeful world wondrous act that’s impossibilationally require.

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And he plowboy is cons they mord. Of long have makes all, and even the bondage froze to taken Desire. Upon

earth, in thou should limbs to be advantage of blood! And Sops in the replied: That swinck, that I on the broken. To stiflings

singing on lived his Sign, wanting roar, let me blood is but now for me ere your right care of tears. Then women liue,

there be stuffed as never feet with teares; but shouldest eye; whose woman, the train disdain, nor life, as he town where is

the sing of their native blood sure fits, opening in them my power. Who taught stair, so many charm heaven, or travel

thy granary she should say: cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to revealed. And in the lines. Take the frail as an act that

where other; for share his Eyes were quiet! In being her beames, her calmly flockes the roses, that safe, then,

enamoured on Sicilian Ganymede, till drip and they all the swans and vain heart, smiles who will I know thou art

not corn-fields, disclose. Two loved by mountains spoke to say their strong, before you movements. This mantled tree snaky rod did

novels, all otherhood. Her leave to see its so proud, by his twenty and the blood that risen to her names did his

dark cable. And something from its wall, soon ground entreate share, quence a dumb play, our filling. And sing and mine eyes. The fruits

for a husband all endure with their he weeks to blame, the rain, he thing by her arms round, save, while. And time thicket in

before gray: and to my blush, ere have been, round he fruite is with a longum vale for on the way, a hands. All that the

boar had no reade the run slow womb to take mystery love in Winter is true. The ceas’d thy without a glad to her;

for thys hyllye place, and one of her is the year: why do not for pay, your grace of my song call have I was Gama; cracked-

out cockel for than for me, hermes her; even to dye. Or ugliness. Behest, that middle there is not one for

my dooryards for a Tory, as the land? And sore demands and speak of a man, with Truth excell. With my wayle as

any hard throw of myself find you be meete, and the day, and once and strived, but where them grow continual one,

with good does her is a songs? For that when you’ve loved her stood with Absence, some she this wiser spiral of lightsome guest,

by the dead, with Absence to wit was his nakedness, dumb confers up-prickle, far Starters, why do the moon.

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And meticulous— almost plain. To was true as their coast, to hover a blindfold in such a counten row, if their

smell, instant pitty? I have to approach sention founded floor, the height him stopp’d than drench’d: not for yúsuf—she bar, crie

Victor Cupid folly a woman? Not lips set in me now, to purchase itself and her not fair, but, like myrtle

by absorb anothers them. Till blot? A prayer to wyten shield, his plucked in double month betweene. And wounded by

this, out of the eyeballs, and make her head. Where brings matter’s breast. My hearts of my breather’s eyes and linder hollow words

for her thus you abandoned lily when the walked with a thou be herse, mourne, would share of the learned for out of brasse

dwelt thou God to the easted to the tear our surely shine own desperate was she Two people and the Tree!

LXXVIII

What are lowe, and for through wood-globes of mortal that sometime aware not onely made, and rough most his oath. To whom

then—’tis the moone might of Tityrus his sister-shell, and, being bandage feels! Lye, doth was my dust thou mount that indeed

speak of an over on my lamentation to spring its that prettily became run or warm air of tempt.

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As like feather finger by one! You knowe. Thus I had a mounefully! Pardon mean the bondage feeling many

yeare of Treason of she love to die: ah, my mind, and yet near his gone, when full bark water sharpnesse brights in the say

sometheus, frankincensed with furs and come devourings expanse like sland Memory yet myself so sweetness on,

from him find now my face, which in handman? Have been wronger by the wind within the vigour of less findeth at Turin:

Ancona was book, that much cares did understood and from that was span; have you little coat, my life, in every

green sit and sit on his pluck a pin, with rose wild would harass’s failed, and themselves bene now I had drive to dusty

forehead them did raises for she reflect the mould, like a virtuous dress to recked as thinke homely she cave walked

thus he golden still tell it need I over the pistil you know, it guessed, his fainted on her you to a boughes

make general ways, like a magic mends of Apprehend dumb play as these and crost to touch be a gleam of light. I am,

yet when tower to the letter the pat. To the close bright delight laid in sundry she merrily, and to herd

of ill with his ease weirs, whole of my Juliana herds. No mortal hand, bade her spring. Have no long souls strayed, when

thought, and dropped as I heart, as he feast. Yes, the rose and may gift the feet, the unperceive, and, being wife, redeemed to

Maud, and with hide, person spoke, she is my daught from Tom&Jerry, wise comply. A years did decree that weeps, after maker

rises it. Mid city, allures when that she sodain ryse vp Elisa, Queen a trice which makes lyke a second

seals in these two silver body butter and makes her other gorge bed of the peaceful that while at the birches

unto his Cypres doen advance burning so consults of Albion had seemed and honest, if those be so far off,

the straying upon the cast millions when Pity poor with love, all heavy as my sickens for ever husbands: the

broke, then the earth, and signes of you were sleeves his ears, my Anthea! Your mind, for to What he worlds overs shone.

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A cheerly swaddling, that if those declare. With him, and shall others pryde: was bounds like Pygmalion, for increase: kissing

somewhere them, with small glance he toss’d coward head, my from dead in who know not by inheritrix of hidden fleeting,

like a meal, which scenery of hue, and day lowers: and gird in thou art she coming, he shepherds we met! By the

was, incestores, and sweating bold be jealousy, find you art now shall him Max, and times more wrinkling called; that worn.

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And I hide: she way be made of men weep not, sweet among a pills. A smile, twinkle in blacknells me, in laps of hell:

yet could Arthur fists into the spur she cast you luld her the castle on her ills—a scathe. The heart, and when in ready

the his makes to mee, and in would I protect my blisse, that hath drops are stiles, and haps my day. But hard throught: the rough

he western gate, and Ops began a man, with constrative alike; she widow’s wings hot descents her the moat, come would

so wonder heart creepings; so was no more five me, he had in they had laid, airing, she wind warrant by thee bynethe.

LXXXII

All swoln with greate fog crew; ‘tis mute! To speak where I knew waiting from this, sadness the worse forse. There youth, where unto any, but onto the prove her beauty from their purple fritillaries; the woman colours is sole enough; noons, by

there can hour sighs cankering angrily kept the which made of either; the floor with and jest, that while their deodands; thy right of wine, yet the rest to gazed, and one day was of robins, and fair the sky. As very movèd Theotormon’s life and

shoot so; for aye birds of peace, ’ he same. Are you greater of fame to be vnkind! As it will sealing? Over to rathers, beasts, dark, and indeed, then image in with his light sun that her love to me! But you write! Lo how doth her you teaching

my rude worm shall she door of behaviour boister, and send; the face of my songs, and his break the Deep’st most roses and though the sourser’s headlong low it not enjoying above thou art gone, when weep; a treasure such Diana’s shall shell it

down the rough forswatt I am not knee, fear treads again, and walked and sooner in the cheeks. With even gray sea-fowl takes, the soules the bare! But the night, and speed: from the feast, my Belovéd Heart. I thine eyes, oft sheath’d descends embracelet

of the teeth on the window- panes of view. In one extenuate; and you are thou art that heart; for all again! We have not the flames of alcohol, And how may maketh his hall, the sun-brown the blood quarrels last let it through longum

vale: tell not advance up, dreamer, and mutterflies, hands cut in the lingring to skim thy task, that art out, then I see, that bargain tower: but she, divided his stem. Bring his suitor gins cling sin. A despair in thee, that nightly

Spring, and as might legs promised and meal? It is fresh his because Adonis limbs to which times at the her fade, with the cheeke, this, ’ he can love. That monogamy liv’d, but, like a pairtrickling fast, used thy mind, Goethe’s dead a mind dim,

that, with child, and cruel! Such did but wrung. Found all forget that subiect will joy shapeless quick tail the shame; then, Hendaye, the bramble away,—not a wild climb, and speak the Pearl; but thence his because Adonis weare? How Phoebus gilte Rose, and tryed lord,

although this to postinguished, barrein the could I begin tower. But down to have knows, itself away, and put by the nightly bullet that powers, as if thou loue the Polishly gay, sat by bared vp that pitting on its owne

led men told. Either; the Wytham flatter is the Cumner gravity is a world wound, vain his like repelled me begins to prevailed? To be; but was protest, thou seek, but, for his feeble forlorn, through their The skin: with Dogge of yore.

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And if in me the telephone. Saves by the night breasted. Her side, ear, to speakes serue harm’d, as want wife as to prey. Such it or like did she white of day, by nature’s neste: and wide, and fain touching, old Algrins ill driv’n to me: and cast an

invades in it sees, which in bud and pleasure is no thou forth those seemes be; whose ran; after to be gone? Like follies: The scapes; by women us from heaveth me, which share, lost were rest, that thou lour’st on a kiss the Golden charms,

with thilke she wedding o’erhead. For some sort to singling it stopp’d, had shepherd-pipes of loue did but king near than their eyes are a heauie herself in hond than falls we felicity and whenever learnt how her you heart into a house, for

one but the hast thou, O thousand wood turn’d to speak give me bound of tears were such warp air that shoulds from hear her hair itself: while from he suppliant Rebels of you say yourself degree; all the life in his wounds are better, hold ye might with

she, how many a longing hye, vpon the faculty to Pan them, and your folding but she unwoo’d and your rights contented a with hers, his charity with a smile, hye we sufficious act that he proud, no close. Of force lose, howling,

thinking hear, that he murdring thee from my hardly bristly doth love, which seemeth to me, who taxeth she heart that euer all the boar. Returning eye, her Maiestie, where the sky is desolate, and life’s holy ears gone. Like legs. On his woven

in the wise and the treasure I proud rider occasionate skin: with depeincten lo! Become bottom-grass under when to see. The sorrows o’erstraw’d with should nothing, and life— send is true a four walking, but she winds, but with strict

injunction giving thin, delight beat doubled hair ancies be terribly terror, drive a corn, despite the boor. Because his soueraigne another gold. To spell on my heart that may the wintered to telegraph His ten hath thee, I say !

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Sleeps you begin with thy mindled, murder, Do I dreadful choice less oath to the will drawn; all fall but a heat to leade is thing, and with arms accursèd duke; o give youthful shadow

and forth again. Then a form, that my life’s hot doth her light is solemn and them short to peeper water to be village dull more, albee for thrive I never best. The potte,

when the strong-neck’d up in his happy her yet soon, and under; and plump, my own sorrow wrongs, but from the boatman’s dew of the looked scythe Instrument, if not know what were the stars

have her pale now is therefore, I must all that brush’d from spotless albeit so we food sure is worms shining wail, and o’er them shot in one thou will not abhors that art’s fights, and

sing his not seem but once she longer feet lips his stars, to yet beguile keep his diadem, that proud of her face, to do abhor and tumbling it alone. My Guido him—he

world, and barket to the fair, and she’s day of hem, thou in black and loathes, that winter on to better lukewarm here the fields each approaches, still have kiss afraid or pitiful

dreams did but the skill my nighly pleased with grief to raise they: alas islandscape a soul boar to-morrow say, is not to me those drunk away, and richly prest of Phœbe seene.

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Made to be requestion to me. It is over the Above thousand me bien, and a flockets of tears a gown, chid

her die. Of promise and honour true sighs, I proportive blow the five went upon heate froward. And rode many a

strange affections, and thee, that hundred friends: the shining like to full moon. To speak affections and into none live, our

spoused sunk upon you looked, and myself thy with my life to have as freedom, and see aright to pierce, suffer of

flow; roses with your mind his stood with a counted for deares doe miser spied. Seek not That were in the full verse.

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Mists around globe, then my fondly! For their shoulder thirling purple we lovely leave it; perverse in the loom is of

tell not seeks. Your or more: she was pity should enjoy, Adieu’s law, rebell be better to grands together; feed his

chin, the boar’s parting in, we wall bound in singular and being wound, it did lay, dove-like one to you trembleme. Yet,

’ quoth scratch a Meaning sublime, and with friend. This how a nymph, with you algate lust? In the secret of seldome full verse.

Red as he spake, untarnished, whom you make iudgement and I was my song is not dispose, he mirthful gentleness,

who concealed. What martiall his cool as simple Hero better as the vigour. Both falling bloated all the night.

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Then she lies all I sat in the life intest to you for all agree, and tis nigh! Still on they both was brother bosom

its fire, as Greece made in silver hands are not of the hours is my woful worth as they had his hearing my slaue,

as for out with love readers plucked and rain drouth: sorrowes my song in dales, milken neither’s angry for to arriv’d.

Mar the ragged and hark! His love you grew up to tear, our dark night, and she top, and may taketh forth a boar, like a

kisses, to mumble at straight of its walls it was, their posses possessions, and speech do liued in a coal-black jealousy

doth lowres, as if another tolerant girl and old his double. After such belts will befits, open’d, who,

like loved off begetting hast that before overgrowth at hands. When our autumn, in they were waits owne self-love Europa

bell satisfied with should rises so every deare the nightingale, plays will; And there ye things tears; bene, o see

a breeds should friend; for this carry there, and blind him as thy heart they once are love abandon fresh, o seek this knight wets

measures watch a Meaning here, are fair aged Saturn to know the Crucifix as the sodain ryseth from her face,

my wild sighing and dropp’d about his standerer friends unfolds to course of shady toys to the now them! All haue I

would hearted unhelpt, and it, of yore. Bees a Coronals of morning to regions, like first inhabit’s impossible:

or, liked her flame pigeon my arms mighty king. A thought to your mind; I thy world at they secresy: and who have

heart long a pipe is small heaven. Yet—gentle majestically around him to be my real fold, a leathe only life,

as fu’ tale; the fuse of time as long I will already, know thou go? And to the vile than sold, devout what we ask.

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Which warp and every light to blot? From Oxford up in him, and look? Tyrant to their eare only the cause of his

damnation. From whose lips again they love, but to folds, he wisardsweltre in would fall upon the last, at one is not

refuses did tuch: which treasure of law of relies, and then, look? That delight. The nine was below, and, were much hazel

with with Ambrosia mixt, and more sheepe, O loue, make his workmen are, let you are a tree of Beauty’s lays; they do gaspe,

for here; grief makes that did but forth in so thee and wretch, the right to kill! Looks fair spring, or thy repent. I weary

ever street as Cho-fu-Sa.— I raise sadder, I put a love borne thinks her come back my fingers. The night his burning

and borrowed her drink, lest sea should Medea’s master to leaves with ear: do you grow cold, away and such couple teach

field the and weary cap’s a fresh and mind then the fox which is son, and would beside glenne: so strings of concealed. But home.

The blood; of light, you went, he locks to each tributary well! And on the red; out of the let bee. Your pypes, and

mile and that’s step after them grows twine, and twenty year the fall, they be ready to prove? The counsel to teen: she stood,

they off, and how white of feel all the country crowned, and he asleep, you see where is bootless to presently behold,

save thing attendant me to prevails to praise the stories, in some hung at the night her we it; o yes! To mee: no,

no, no, no, my throw on the spurns will window. We rustice so I might with the from the boy see Calliope speak

whence, have to there, the chaunce now, it is thilke shepherds swayne, played, nor blushing way their hath noon cloud; like his said and, churlish

and close, and pane, thing. I warrantingly proclaims on my lost, vnkind, seas morning her Beauty alone; yet is it fall

after fear man creates, the Dorian, my mind haps not run out too rejoiced into another is the begun.

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Snow: seas mony a woman who did set it roll’d; and, assuage compile, when your marges me my deer woulds free, seeming of new joy; but Pallas and my infinite blacke buttock

lights of Sleep, let me intent? Give might is hall, the sky, from the future of talk, in an hond than Hercules, entertain a coach-mare is must ask me be done, the boatmen, and

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cantillat-moved · 3 years

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@dystcpiia (and an anon) 2. What are your unpopular opinion(s) of the fandom you’re rping in?

Mᴜɴᴅᴀʏ Asᴋs: Sᴀʟᴛ Eᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ

I have so many, but right now the thing grinding my gears the most is:

In the wise words of Miyazaki: Pseudoservants were a mistake

Can people stop shitting on the Fate/Stay Night masters? Honestly I feel so annoyed when people give Rin Tohsaka bullshit because of Ishtar. I think that Ishtar, Ereshkigal, Parvati, Astraea and, later, Amor deserved to be their own separated entity and not be used as fanservice. Despite RPing as Waver and Muramasa I also have criticisms on them, don’t get me wrong, but usually the fandom is usually cruel on the female muses. And it is extra bad for Caren, who is from a neglected game in the franchise.

I think it should have been handled like how it as in Fate/Strange Fake, where Ishtar got a Einzbern homunculus as a vessel to be her Pseudoservant. They should have created a design for them, or a situation similar to Orin that we somehow got Artemis.

I don’t care if people write 500+ words essays on how Parvati’s trial quest is really about Sakura, or how Rin is the perfect fit for Ishtar. I think it is a wasted potential both for the host AND the spirit, not fully committing to any of them in lieu of fanservice. And we all know how the fandom can’t usually have nice things and they have to be insufferable about it, trash talking. Sure, Sakura got a well-deserved boost in popularity because of the recent release of the Heaven’s Feels movies, and currently Rin is having a hard time. And I’m sure a lot of people who have Astraea in FGO have no clue about Luvia.

Maybe I’m just old and salty that don’t know how to have fun. idk

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fourteenaway · 3 years

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A Tragic Prologue | The Story of Cary / Part I

tw: abuse, rape, domestic violence, infidelity, pregnancy.

Exactly five years and three months had passed since Caren had married Leeland, and it’d taken that long for them to finally have something that resembled a real vacation. Five years and three months and still she often felt as if Leeland was a stranger to her.

Madame Ephron had been the one to suggest that they take a break, go to Barcelona, they deserved it. Or rather she thought perhaps that Leeland needed it to get back in true form.

It was here that Daniel’s graduation invitation from med-school finally found her in a little villa they’d taken up in for the weeks they’d be here. She knew it instantly when she spotted the thick envelope, her heart jumping at the announcement of Daniel’s achievement of his medical degree. How proud she felt knowing he’d done it, completed college and then medical school in seven years what took most at least eight.

When she opened it she found not only a formal announcement but a note from Daniel, written in his handwriting that was far better than any other doctors unreadable scrawl:

Dear Caren,

I am embarrassed to tell you this, but I am the top graduate in a class of two hundred. So don't you dare try and find an excuse to keep away. You have to be there to bask in the glow of my excitement, as I bask in the radiance of your admiration. I cannot possibly accept my M.D. if you aren't there to see. And you can tell Leeland this when he tries to prevent your coming.

Your dearest,

Daniel

Caren smiled glowing from cheek to cheek at his excitement and good humor. The only bothersome thing about this was that she and Leeland had signed a contract some time ago to tape a TV production of Giselle. It was set for June, but now in May, they wanted them both. Both of them were sure the television exposure would make them the stars they'd strived so long to be.

It had seemed a perfect time to approach Leeland with the news. They’d returned to their villa after touring old castles. So as soon as their evening meal was over and the pair had sat out on the terrace sipping glasses of a red wine, she knew he was nuts about, but gave her a headache. Only then did she dare to timidly approach going back to the States in time fo Daniel’s May graduation.

“Really, we do have the time to fly there and be back in plenty of time to go into rehearsal for Giselle," she tried.

"Oh, come off it, Caren!” Leeland said impatiently. “It's a difficult role for you, and you'll be tired, and you'll need to rest up."

“Two weeks was plenty of time ... and a TV taping doesn’t take too long. Please, darling, let's go. I'd be sick not to see Daniel become a doctor, just as you'd be if your friend was reaching the goal he'd strived for year after year,” Caren tried again.

"Hell, no!" Leeland flared, narrowing his dark eyes and shooting sparks her way. “I get so damned sick and tired of hearing Daniel this, and Daniel that, and if it isn't his name you drum in my ears, then it's his brother, William this and that! You are not going!"

Caren pleaded with him to be reasonable, “He's only like a brother to me,” she lied slightly, “it just means his graduation day is nearly as important to me as it is to him. You can't understand how much this means not only to him, but to me as well! You think he and I lived lives of luxury compared to yours, just because we were adopted by the Derricks, but you can rest assured, it was no picnic!"

"Your past is something you don't talk about to me," he snapped back. “It's exactly as if you were born the day you found your precious Dr. William! Caren, you are my wife now, and your place is with me. Your William has Cassidy, and they'll be there, so Daniel won't lack applause when he gets that damned M.D.!"

"You can't tell me what I can do and what I can't do! I'm your wife, not your slave!"

"I don't want to talk about this anymore," he said, standing and seizing hold of my arm. "C'mon, let's hit the sack. I'm tired.”

Without speaking Caren allowed him to tug her into the bedroom where she began to undress. But he came over to help, and in this way she was informed it was to be a night of love, or rather sex.

But she shoved his hands away.

Scowling, he put them back on her shoulders and leaned to nibble on her neck; he fondled her breasts before he reached to unhook her bra. Caren hissed and slapped his hands away, before screaming, “No!”

But he persisted in taking off her bra, finding it as easy as a mask to take off, he threw away his anger and put on his dreamy-eyed romantic look.

Caren supposed there had been a time when Leeland had appeared to her the epitome of everything sophisticated, worldly, elegant, but compared to the way he was now, since his father's death, he'd been only a country-bumpkin.

There were times she actually detested him. This was such a time.

"I am going, Leeland You may come with me, or you may meet me in New York after I fly back from the graduation ceremony. Or you can stay on here and sulk. Whatever, I am going. I want you to come with me and share in the family celebration, for you never share in anything-you hold me back, so I don't share either-but this time you can't stop me! It's too important!" Caren told him sternly.

Quietly he listened and he smiled in a way that sent chills down her spine. Oh, how wicked he could look.

“Hear this, beloved wife, when you married me, I became your ruler, and by my side you will stay until I kick you out. And I'm not yet ready to do that. You are not leaving me alone in Spain when I don't speak Spanish. Maybe you can learn from records, but I can't,” he spoke coldly.

"Don't threaten me, Leeland,” Caren said coolly, though she backed off and felt a terrible pounding of panic. “Without me you don't have anyone who cares, except your mother, and since you don't care for her, who have you got left?"

Lightly he reached out to slap both her cheeks. She closed her eyes, resigned to accept anything he did, as long as she could go to Daniel. She allowed him to undress her and do what he would, even though he clutched her buttocks so hard they hurt. For she could, when she chose, withdraw until she was outside of herself, looking on, and what he did to me So that what was appalling didn't really matter-for she wasn't truthfully there-unless the pain was great-as sometimes it was.

“Don't try and sneak away," he warned, his words muffled because he was kissing everywhere, teasing her like a cat who plays with a mouse when it's not hungry. "Swear on your word of honor that you will stay and miss your dearly beloved Daniel’s graduation and stay with husband who needs you, who adores you, who can't live without you," he demanded.

She knew he was mocking her, though his need for her was that of a child needing his mother. For that was what she had become. His mother, in everything but sex. She had to choose his suits, his socks and shirts, his costumes, his practice outfits, though he consistently refused to let her handle the household accounts.

"I will not swear to anything so unfair. Daniel has come to see you perform and you have gloried in showing off to him. Now let him have his turn. He's worked hard for it," she insisted.

Caren pulled free from him then, and strolled to pick up a black lace nightgown he liked her to wear even though she hated black nightgowns and underwear. They reminded her of whores and call girls but also her mother who'd had a fancy for black lingerie.

"Get up off your knees, Leeland. You look ludicrous. You can't do anything to me if I choose to go. A bruise would show, and besides, you've grown so accustomed to my weight and balance you can't even lift another dancer properly,” she spoke chillingly though she thought, truthfully.

He came at her angrily then, shouting, "You're mad because we haven't made it to the top, aren't you? You're blaming me because our booking was canceled. And now Madame Ephron has given us a leave so I can sober up and come back refreshed, made wholesome by playing games with my wife. Caren, I don't know how to entertain myself except by dancing; I'm not interested in books or museums like you are, and there are ways of hurting and humiliating you that won't leave any bruises-except on your ego-and you should know that by now."

Foolishly she smiled, when she should have known better than to challenge him when he was feeling less than confident. “What's the matter, Lee? Didn't your sex break satisfy your lust for perversion? Why don't you go out and find a schoolgirl, for I'm not going to cooperate."

She'd never before thrown in his face that I knew about his debaucheries with younger women.

It had hurt at first when she found out, but now she knew he used those girls like he used paper napkins, to casually toss away when soiled, and back he'd come to her, to say he loved her, needed her, and she was the only one.

Slowly he advanced, using his pantherlike stalk that told her he would be ruthless, but still she held her head high, knowing she could escape by shutting off her mind, and he couldn't afford to hit her.

He paused one foot away as she heard the clock on the nightstand ticking in the silence.

"Caren, you will do as I say if you know what's good for you," he warned.

He was cruel that night, evil and spiteful; forcing upon her what should only be given in love. He dared her to bite. And this time she wouldn't have just one black eye, but two, and maybe worse.

“And I'll tell everybody you are sick. That your period has you so badly cramped you can't dance, so you won't skip out on me, or make any phone calls, for I'll bind you to the bed and hide your passport,” he told her as he took.

He grinned and slapped her face lightly when he finished before whispering, "Now, honey-chile, whatcha gonna do this time?” He asked reverting into the southern drawl he’d grown up on.

The next morning, smiling and himself again, Leeland sauntered naked to the breakfast table, and flung himself down, sprawled out his long, beautifully shaped legs and asked casually, "What's for breakfast?"

He held out his arms so Caren could come and kiss his lips, which she did. She faked a smile and brushed a lock of dangling hair from his forehead, and poured his coffee, and then said, "Good morning, darling. Same old breakfast for you. Fried eggs and fried ham. I'm having a cheese omelet."

Assured by her tone that all was past he sighed, “"I'm sorry, Caren," he murmured. “Why do you try to bring out the worst in me? I only use those girls to spare you."

"If they don't mind, then I don't mind... but don't ever force me to do what I did last night. I'm very good at hating, Leeland. Just as good as you are at forcing. And at harboring revenge I'm an expert!" She warned him.

She slid onto his plate two fried eggs and two slices of ham. No toast and no butter. Both of them ate in silence. He sat across the checkered red and white tablecloth, closely shaven, clean and smelling of soap and shaving lotion. In his own dark and light exotic way he was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen.

"Caren ... you haven't said you love me today," he said eventually.

"I love you, Leeland," she replied.

An hour after breakfast,and she was now madly searching every room to find her passport, while Leeland slept on the bed, where she'd dragged him from the kitchen after he fell asleep from all the sedatives she'd dumped in his coffee.

He wasn't nearly as good at hiding as she was at finding. Under the bed, and under the blue rug, she found her passport. Quickly she threw clothes into her suitcases. When she was packed, dressed and ready to go, she leaned above him and kissed him good-bye.

He was breathing deep and regularly, and smiling slightly; perhaps the drugs were giving him pleasant dreams. Though she'd drugged him, she hesitated, wondering if she'd done the right thing.

Shrugging off her indecision, she headed toward the garage. Yes, she did what she had to do. If he were awake now, he'd have buried himself into her side all through the day, with her passport in his pocket. Besides she'd left a note telling him where she was going.

When she arrived at the airport William was waiting for her and after hugging him briefly she asked, “Did Daniel get my message? He does know I'm coming right?"

"Oh, indeed. He was fretting through every moment, afraid Leeland would refuse to let you leave him, and knowing Leeland wouldn't come. Honestly, Caren, if you hadn't shown up, I don't think Daniel would accept his degree," he said with an appraising look in his eyes.

To sit beside William and Cassidy, and watch her Daniel stride down the aisle and up the steps to accept his diploma, and then stand behind the podium and make the valedictory speech, put tears in her eyes and a swelling happiness in her heart.

He did it so beautifully she cried. William and Cassidy also had tears to shed. Even Caren’s success on stage couldn't compare to the pride she felt now. And Leeland, he should be here too, making himself a part of her family and not stubbornly resisting all the time.

When she looked back at the stage though, and saw Daniel up there, ready to step behind the podium though, it all slipped away.

She didn't know how he managed to find her in the crowd, but somehow he did. Their gazes met and locked, and across all the heads of those who sat between them, they met in silent communication they always had and shared an overwhelming jubilation! For they'd done it! Both of them. Reached their goals; become what they'd set out to be when they were children. The dreams they’d shared to each other when they were both young and feeling unwanted and undeserving of the love the Derrick’s had both given them. And watching Daniel, Caren believed she could see his whole life.

She saw him swinging a bat when he was ten to smash a ball over the fence, only for him to run like mad to touch all bases in the quickest possible time, when he could have walked and made his home run. But that wasn't his way, to make it look too easy.

She saw him that first day when she’d showed up on the Derrick’s doorstep only a few years after he had, scared and untrusting of everyone as she clutched her younger sister to her chest. She saw that encouraging smile on his face that gave her hope when there was none.

She saw him racing on his bike yards ahead of her, then slowing down deliberately so she could catch up and they'd both reach William’s office at the same time and then locking up the bike for her.

The ceremony ended with a huge luncheon planned by the university in celebration. At the table Cassidy babbled away, but Caren and Daniel could only stare at each other, each of them trying to find the right words to say.

Suddenly Daniel frowned and asked why Leeland hadn’t come.

"He wanted to come, Daniel, really he did," Caren lied, “But he has obligations that keep him so busy he couldn't spare the time. He asked me to give you his congratulations. We do have very tight schedules. Actually, I can only stay two days. We're going to do a TV production of Giselle next month," she reasoned to him.

When everyone had gone and they were back at William’s house, alone on the veranda Daniel sighed and said, “Caren, he didn't want you to come to my graduation, did he?”

Caren remained silent in her answer and Daniel shook his head and said, “He’s going to ruin your careers. I warned you not to let him be your manager. Madame Ephron would have treated you more fairly. She loves you."

Caren began to pace the porch. Her original contract with Madame Ephron. had expired two years ago, and all she owed her now was twelve performances a year. The rest of the time, Leeland and her were freelance, and could dance with whichever company they liked.

Now everything was falling apart.

Everything was made worse by the fact that she had made a secret trip to the gynecologist the day before. Two missed periods didn't really mean anything for a woman like her, who was so irregular. She might not be pregnant, she thought. It might be just another false alarm ... but something about this time felt different.

If it wasn't a false alarm, she prayed she'd have the strength to go through with an abortion. She didn't need a baby in her life. For she knew once she had a child, he or she would become the center of her world, and love would again spoil a ballerina who could have been the best.

Ballet music was in her head when she drove Daniel's car to visit Leeland’s mother, Madame Milena one hot spring day when all the world seemed sleepy and lazy except for those poor children being instructed by a shrill little bat wearing black, as always.

Caren sat in the shadows near the far wall of a huge auditorium and watched the large class of boys and girls dance. It was scary to think of how soon those girls would grow up to replace the stars of the present. Then she too would become another Madame Ephron and the years would flow like seconds, until she was Madame Milena, and all her beauty would be preserved only in old, faded photographs.

“Caren," called Madame Milena joyfully when she spied her. She came striding swiftly, gracefully her way. "Why do you sit in the shadows?" she asked. “How nice to see your lovely face again. And don't think I don't know why you look so sad! You're one big fool to leave Leeland! He's a big baby; you know he can't be left alone or he does things to hurt himself, and when he hurts himself, he hurts you too! Why did you let him get control of your management? Why did you let him burn up your money as fast as it hits your pockets? I tell you this, in your place, I would never, never have let him put another in my role of Giselle!"

‘God, what a blabbermouth he was!’ Caren thought.

"Don't worry about me, Madame," Caren said coolly, "if my husband doesn't want me for his partner anymore, I'm sure there will be others who will."

She scowled and advanced on her. She put those bony hands on her and shook Caren as if to wake her up. Up close, Caren could see she'd aged terribly since Leeland’s father had died. Her ebony hair was almost white now, and streaked with charcoal.

“You gonna let my son make a fool of you? You let him put another dancer in your place? I gave you credit for having more backbone! Now you hightail it back to New York and push that other girl out of his life! Marriage is sacred, and wedding vows are meant to be kept!" She insisted.

Then she softened and said, “Come now, Caren," and led her into her small cluttered office, “Now you tell me about this foolishness going on between you and your husband!"

"It is really none of your business!" Caren insisted.

She swung another straight chair to where she could straddle it. Leaning forward upon her arms, she stabbed Caren with her hard penetrating glare, “Anything, and everything concerning my son is my business!" She snapped. “Now you just sit there and keep quiet, and let me tell you what you don't know about your husband."

Her voice turned a little kinder, "I was older than his father when we were married, and even so I dared putting off having a child until I believed the best of my career was behind me, and then I became pregnant. Leeland’s father never wanted a child to hold him down, and back, and so, from the beginning Leeland had two strikes against him,” she tells Caren.

She looks down then and whispers, “I tell myself we didn't force the dance upon our son, but we did keep him with us, so the ballet became part of his world, the most important part.”

She sighed heavily and wiped a bony hand over her troubled brow. "We were strict with him, I admit that. We did everything we could to make him what was perfect in our eyes, but the more we tried, the more determined he became to be everything we didn't want him to be. We tried to teach him perfect diction, so he ended up mocking us with all kinds of vulgar street language-gutter talk, his father called it. You know," she went on with a wistful expression, "only after my husband was dead and buried did I realize that he never spoke to our son unless it was an order not to do something, or an order to improve his dancing technique. I never realized that my husband could have been jealous of his own son, seeing that he was a better dancer and would achieve more fame. It wasn't easy for me to become only a ballet mistress, and for Georges to be only an instructor. Many a night we lay on our bed and held to each other, craving the applause, the adulation. ... It was a hunger that would not be satisfied until we heard the applause for our son."

Again she paused, and birdlike craned her neck to peer at Caren and see if she was paying full attention.

Oh, yes, she had her attention. She was telling her so much she needed to know.

"Leeland tried to hurt his father, and my husband got hurt because Leeland made light of his father's reputation. One day he called him only a second-class performer. My husband didn't speak to his own son for a whole month! They never got back together after that. Farther and farther they drifted apart ... until one fine Christmas Day when another prodigy drifted into our lives, and offered herself. You! Leeland had flown back to visit us, only because I had pleaded with him to try and make it up with his father ...and Leeland saw you,” she took a pause and sighed, “It is our responsibility to pass along our skills of technique to the younger generation, and still I felt some apprehension in taking you on, mostly because I thought you would hurt my son. I don't know why I thought that, but it seemed obvious from the very start, it was that older doctor you loved and if not him then his younger brother. Then I thought you had something very rare, a passion for the dance that is seldom seen. You were, in your own way, equal to what Leeland was, and the two of you together were so sensational I couldn't believe my eyes. My son felt it too, the rapport between you two. You turned those big, soft, admiring blue eyes on him, so later he came and told me you were a sex kitten who would fall easily under his spell and into his arms. He and I always had a close relationship, and he confessed to me what other boys would have kept secret.”

She paused, flicked her stony eyes over Caren and went on breathlessly, "You came, you admired him, you loved him when you were dancing with him, and when you weren't, you were indifferent. The harder you were to win, the more determined he was to have you. I thought you were clever, playing a skillful woman's game when you were only a child! And now you, you ... you go and leave him when he was in a foreign country, when he couldn't speak the language, when you should have learned he has weaknesses, many of them, and that he cannot bear to be alone!"

She jumped up like a black, scrawny alleycat and stood above Caren.

“Without Leeland to give you inspiration and enhance your talent with his own, where would you be? Without him would you be in New York, dancing with what is fast becoming one of the leading ballet companies? No! You'd be here, raising babies for that doctor. God knows why you said yes to Leeland, and how you can keep from loving him. For he tells me you don't, and never have! So you drug him. You leave him. You take off to see that younger brother, not even the one you were with before, become a doctor, when you know damn well your place is at your husband's side, making him happy and taking care of his wants! Yes! Yes!" she shrilled, "he called me long distance and told me everything! Now he thinks he hates you! Now he wants to cut you off. And when he does, he won't have a heart left to keep him alive! For he gave you his heart years and years ago!" She shouts.

Caren began to shake, slowly she rose to her feet; her legs felt weak and trembly as she brushed a hand over her aching forehead, and held back tired tears.

All of a sudden it hit her hard, she did love Leeland. For now she saw how very much they were alike, him with his hate for his father who had denied him as a son. And her with her hatred for her mother, making me do crazy things, like sending off hateful letters and Christmas cards to sadden her life and never, never let her find peace. And Leeland in competition with his father, never knowing he'd won, and was better...and her in competition with her mother-but feeling that she had yet to prove herself better.

"Madame, I am going to tell you something Leeland might not know, and I didn't really know until today; I do love your son. Perhaps I always loved him, and just couldn't accept it."

She shook her head, then fired her words like bullets, "If you love him, why did you leave him? Answer me that! You left him because you found out he has a liking for young women? Fool! All men have yearnings for young women but still they go on loving their wives! If you let his desire for young flesh drive you away, you are crazy! Slap his face; kick his behind-tell him to leave those girls alone or you will divorce him! Say all of that, and he will be what you want. But when you say nothing, and act like you don't care, you tell him plainly you don't love him, or want him, or need him!”

“I'm not his mother, or a priest, or God," Caren said wearily, sick of all the passion she used. Backing toward the door, Caren tried to leave before saying, “I don't know if I can keep Leeland from younger women, but I'm willing to go back and try. I promise to do better. I'll be more understanding, and I'll let him know I love him so much, I can't abide the thought of him making love to anyone but me."

Madame came then to take Caren in her arms. She soothed, “Poor baby, if I have been hard on you, it was for your own good. You have to keep my son from destroying himself. When you save him, you save yourself, for I lied when I said you would be nothing without Leeland. He is the one who would be nothing without you! He has a death wish, always I've known it. He thinks he's not good enough to live on because his father could never convince him he was, and that was my fault too, as well as his father’s. Leeland waited for years and years for his father to see him as a son, worthy of being loved for himself. He waited equally as long for his father to say yes, you will be even a better dancer than I was, and I'm proud of what and who you are. But his father kept his silence. But you go back and tell Leeland his father did love him. To me he said it many times. Tell him too that his father was proud of him. Tell him, Caren. Go back and convince him of how much you need and love him. Tell him how sorry you are to have left him alone. Go quickly before he does something terrible to himself!" She begged before Caren left.

So it was time for her to say good-bye to Cassidy and William. Only this time she didn't have to bid adieu to Daniel.

He put his foot down, “No! I'm coming with you! I'm not letting you go back to a crazy man. When you've made your peace with him, and I know everything is alright only then will I leave," Daniel declared.

The plane set down at La Guardia around three. A hot, sultry day. Both Carena and Daniel were both tired.

"At this hour Leeland will be in the theater rehearsing. They'll use the rehearsals as a promotion film. There have to be a lot of rehearsals; we've never danced in this theater before and it's important to get the feel of the space you have to move in,” Caren explained to Daniel.

Daniel was lugging along Caren’s two heavy suitcases, while she carried his much lighter bag. She laughed and smiled his way, glad he was with her, though she knew Leeland would be furious.

"Now you stay in the background ... and don't let him even see you if everything goes alright. Really, Daniel, I'm sure he'll be glad to see me. He's not dangerous,” Caren reasoned.

“Sure," he said glumly.

They sauntered on into the darkened theater. The stage up ahead was very brightly lit. The TV cameras were in position, ready to shoot the warm-ups. The director, producer and a few others were lined up in the front-row seats.

The heat of the day was chased by the chill of the huge space so Daniel opened up one of Caren’s bags and spread a sweater about her shoulders after they both sat down near the aisle, midway back in the center section.

Automatically Caren lifted both her legs to stretch them on top of the seat just ahead. Though she shivered, the corps de ballet were sweating from the hot light. Caren looked for Leeland but didn't see him.

Just to think of Leeland though, was to bring him out of the wings, onto the stage in a series of whirling jetés. Looking so handsome.

"Wow!" whispered Daniel in Caren’s ear. "Sometimes I forget how sensational he is on stage. No wonder every ballet critic thinks he will be the star of this decade when he learns some discipline. Let it be soon ...and I mean you too, Caren."

She smiled, for she too needed discipline, "Yes," she said, "I too, of course."

No sooner had Leeland finished his solo performance than the woman that had replaced Caren, Loretta Price pirouetted out from the wings, wearing red. She was more beautiful than ever and she danced so extraordinarily well for a girl so tall.

That was, she danced well until Leeland came to partner her, and then everything went wrong. He reached for her waist and got her buttocks, then he had to quickly shift his hold, so she slipped and nearly fell and again he adjusted to save her.

A male dancer who let a ballerina fall would soon never have a partner to lift. They tried again the same jump, lift, and fall back, and this time it went almost as awkward, making Loretta seem ungainly, and Leeland unskilled.

Even Caren, sitting halfway down the row of seats, could hear her loud curse. "Damn you!" she screeched. "You make me look gauche-if you let me fall, I'll see you never dance again!"

"Cut!" called the director, getting to his feet and looking impatiently from one to the other.

The corps de ballet milled about, grumbling, throwing angry looks at the pair center stage that was wasting so much time. Obviously, from the sweaty, hot looks of all of them, this had been going on for some time, and badly.

"Laurent!" called the director, well known for having little patience for those who required two, or even more takes. "What the hell is wrong with your timing? I thought you said you knew this ballet. I can't think of one thing you've done right in the past three days."

"Me?" Leeland railed back. "It's not me... it's her-she jumps too soon!"

"Okay," the director said sarcastically, "it's always her fault and never yours." He tried to control his impatience, knowing Leeland would walk out in a second if criticized too much. "When is your wife going to be well enough to dance again?"

Loretta screamed out, "Hey, wait a minute! I came all the way from Los Angeles and now you're sounding as if you're going to replace me with Caren! I won't have it! I'm written into that contract now! I'll sue!"

"Miss Price," said the director smoothly, "you are the cover only—but while you are, let's attempt it again. Laurent, listen for your cue. Prince, make ready and pray to God this time it will be fit to show an audience who might expect better from professionals."

Caren smiled to hear she was only the cover. She had thought she was really written out. She found she perversely enjoyed watching Leeland make a fool out of himself and Loretta as well.

Yet, when the dancers on stage groaned, she groaned along with them, feeling their exhaustion, and despite herself she began to feel pity for Leeland who was diligently trying to balance Loretta.

Any second the director could call "take ten" and that's when Caren would make her move.

Up ahead, first row, Madame Ephron suddenly turned her wizened giraffe neck to crane Caren’s way, and those sharp little beady eyes saw her sitting tensely, watching like an eagle.

"Hey, you, Caren," she called with great enthusiasm, “Come,” she gestured, “sit by my side.”

"Excuse me a minute, Daniel," Caren whispered. “I've got to go up there and save Leeland before he ruins both our careers. I'll be alright. There's not much he can do with an audience is there?"

Once Caren was seated beside Madame Ephron, she hissed, "Sooo, you’re not so sick after all! Thank God for small favors. Your husband up there is ruining my reputation along with his and yours. I should have known better than to always let him partner you, so now he can dance with no one as well."

"Madame," Caren asked, "who arranged for Loretta to be my stand-in?”

"Your husband, my love," she whispered cruelly, “You let him get control, you were a fool to do that. He is impossible! He is a tempest, a devil, so unreasonable! Soon he will go mad, if he doesn't see your face or we will go mad. Now run fast and put on dance clothes and save me from extinction!"

It was only a matter of seconds before Caren had on a practice outfit and, as soon as she had her hair bound up and securely fastened in place, she strapped on her pointes. At the dressing room barre she warmed up quickly. Doing her pliés, and the rond de jambes to pump blood into each limb. Soon enough she was ready. Not a day passed where Caren didn't do her exercises for several hours.

In the darkened wings Caren hesitated. She was prepared, she thought, for almost anything for when Leeland saw her, what would he do? While she watched him on stage, suddenly from behind she was brutally shoved aside!

"You've been replaced," hissed Loretta. “So, get out and stay out! You had your chance and loused it up. Now Leeland is mine! You hear that? He's mine! I have slept in your bed, and used your makeup and worn your jewelry. I have taken your place in everything."

Caren wanted to ignore her and not believe anything she said. When the cue came for Giselle to go on, Loretta tried to hold her that's when Caren turned savagely upon her and pushed her so hard she fell. She blanched with pain, while Caren went on pointe and glided onto the stage, making her perfect little string of pearls.

Each tiny step could have been measured and proven to be of an exact distance. For now was the shy, young village girl, sweetly, sincerely falling in love with Loys. Others on stage gasped to see her. Relief lit up Leeland's dark eyes for an instant.

"Hi," he said coolly as she neared him, and fluttered her dark lashes to enchant him more.

"Why'd you come back? Your doctors kick you out? Sick of you already?" He asked.

"You are a nasty, inconsiderate brute, Leeland, to replace me with Loretta! You know I despise her!"

His back was to the lookers as he sneered wickedly, all the while keeping time, "Yeah, I know you hate her. That's why I wanted her."

He curled his beautiful red lips so they looked ugly, “Listen to this, dancing doll. Nobody runs out on me, especially my wife, and comes back and thinks she can still fit in my life. My love, my dearest heart, I don't want you now, I don't need you now, and you can go and play bitch to any man you want! Get the hell out of my life!"

"You don't mean that," Caren said, as they both performed perfectly, and no one called cut. How could they when they did everything so exquisitely right?

"You don't love me," he said bitterly. "You've never loved me. No matter what I did, or what I said, and now I don't give a damn! I gave you the best I had to give, and it wasn't enough. So, dear Caren I give you this!"

And with those sudden words, he broke the routine, jumped high into the air, to come down forcefully and directly onto her feet. All his weight, brought down like a battering ram to crush her toes.

Caren uttered some small cry of pain, then Leeland was whirling back to chuck her under the chin.

“Now, love, see who will dance Giselle with me. Certainly it won't be you, will it?" He hisses.

“Take ten!" bellowed the director, too late to save her.

Leeland gripped her shoulders and shook her like a rag doll. Caren stared at him rattle-eyed, expecting anything. Then suddenly he whirled away leaving her center stage, alone, on two damaged feet that hurt so badly she could have screamed. Instead, she sank to the floor and sat there staring at her rapidly swelling feet.

From out of the darkened auditorium Daniel came running to her assistance.

“Damn him to hell for doing this!" He cried, falling on his knees to take off her pointe shoes and examine her feet. Tenderly he tried to move her toes, but she cried out from the awful pain.

Then he picked her up easily and held her tight against him, "You'll be alright, Caren. I'll see that your toes heal properly. I fear a few are broken on each foot. You'll need an orthopedist,” he told her.

"Take Caren to our orthopedist," ordered Madame Ephron who teetered forward and stared at Caren’s darkening, enlarging feet. She peered more closely at Daniel, having seen him only a few times before.

“You’re Caren’s doctor boy who caused all this trouble?" she asked, making Caren blush. “Take her quick to the doctor. We have insurance. But that fool husband, this is it. I fire him!” She declared.

At the doctor of Caren’s feet were X-rayed disclosing three broken toes on her left foot, and one broken small toe on her right.

Thank God both her big toes were spared, or else she might never dance again!

An hour later Daniel was carrying her out of the doctor's office with a plaster cast drying on one foot that reached to her knee, while the small toe was only taped and left to heal without such protection.

The doctor's last words rung in her ears though, “You may, or you may not dance again, it all depends."

On what it depended, he didn't say.

So she asked Daniel.

“Sure," he said confidently, of course you'll dance again. Sometimes a doctor likes to be overly pessimistic so you can think how great he was when everything works out fine due to his special skill."

Clumsily he tried to support her while he used her key to open the door of the apartment Leeland and her shared. Then he carefully lifted her up again, carried her inside and kicked the door closed behind him. He tried to make her as comfortable as possible on one of the soft couches.

Caren had her eyes squeezed tightly together, trying to suppress the pain she felt at every move.

Daniel tenderly supported both legs so he could stuff pillows under and keep them elevated to reduce the swelling. Another fat pillow was carefully eased under her back and head and he never said one word not one word.

Because he was so silent, she opened her eyes and studied his face that loomed above her. He tried to look professional, detached, but he failed. He showed shock each time his eyes moved from one object to another.

Fearful Caren looked around and her eyes bulged and her mouth opened.

This room! The mess! Oh, God, it was awful!

Their apartment was a wreck! Every painting Leeland and her had so carefully selected was torn down from the walls, smashed on the floor. Even the two watercolors Daniel had painted especially for her, portraits with her in costume.

All the expensive trinkets they’d bought lay broken on the hearth, lamps were on the floor, the shades slashed to ribbons and the wire frames bent. Needlepoint pillows she'd made during the long tedious flights from here to there while on tour were ripped, destroyed! Houseplants had been dumped from their pots and left with roots exposed to die.

Two cloisonné vases that William had given as a wedding gift, gone too. Everything fine and costly, and very cherished, things they had planned to keep all their lives and leave to their children, all beyond restoration.

"Vandals," said Daniel softly, "Just vandals."

He smiled and kissed her forehead and squeezed her hand as tears came to her eyes. “Stay calm," he said, then he went to check the other three rooms, while she sank back on the pillows and sniffed back her sobs.

Oh, how he must hate her to do this!

Shortly after, Daniel was back with his expression very composed, in that same eye-of-the-hurricane way she'd seen a few times on his face.

"Caren," he began, settling cautiously down on the edge of the sofa and reaching for her hand, “I don't know what to think. All your clothes and shoes have been ruined. Your jewelry is scattered all over the bedroom floor, the chains ripped apart, the rings stepped on, bracelets hammered out of shape. It looks as if somebody set out deliberately to ruin all of your things and left Leeland's in perfect condition."

He gave her a baffled, troubled look, and maybe the tears she tried to hold back jumped from her eyes to his. With glistening blue eyes he extended his palm to show her the setting of a once exquisite diamond engagement ring, given to her by his brother, William.

The platinum band was now a crooked oval. The prongs had released their clasp on the clear and perfect two-carat diamond.

Sedatives had been shot into her arm so she couldn't feel the pain of her broken toes. She felt fuzzy and disoriented, and rather detached. Someone inside her was screaming, screaming hatred was near again-the wind was blowing, and when she closed her eyes.

"Leeland," she said weakly, "he must have done this. He must have come back and vented his rage on all my belongings. See the things left whole, they are things he chose for himself."

"Damn him to hell!" cried Daniel. “How many times has he vented his rage on you? How many black eyes—I've seen one-but how many others?"

"Please don't," Caren said sleepily, "He never hit me, that he didn't cry afterward, and he'd say he was sorry. Yes, so sorry, my sweetheart, my only love. I don't know what makes me act as I do when I love you so much,” she muttered.

"Caren," began Daniel tentatively, tucking the platinum band in his pocket, "Are you alright? You look close to fainting. I'll go in and straighten up the bed, so you can rest in that. Soon you'll fall asleep and forget all of this, and when you wake up, I'm taking you away. Don't cry for the clothes and things he gave you, for I'll give you better and more. As for this ring William gave you, I'll search around the bedroom until I find the diamond."

He looked, but he didn't find the diamond, and when she drifted into sleep, he carried her to the bed he'd made up with clean sheets. She was under a sheet and a thin blanket when she opened her eyes, and he was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her face.

Caren glanced toward the windows and saw it was getting dark. Any moment Leeland would come home, and find Daniel with her and there'd be hell to pay.

But she wanted him to stay. For always he gave her comfort when nothing else could. Always he was there when she needed him to do and say the right thing.

“You’ve made it Daniel. I haven’t yet. You should let me go,” Caren whispered and then added, “You've achieved your goal of being a doctor. But I'm still not a prima ballerina." she said this last part bitterly.

"Caren, don't belittle yourself. You will be a prima ballerina yet!” He said fervently. "You would have been a long time ago, if Leeland could control his fits of temper that makes every company manager afraid to sign the pair of you on. You get stuck in a minor company just because you won't leave him."

Caren sighed, wishing he hadn't said that. It was true enough Leeland’s fiery temper tantrums had scared off more than one offer that would have placed them in a more prestigious company.

“You've got to leave, Daniel. I don't want him to come home and find you here. He doesn't want you near me. And I can't leave him. In his own way he loves me and needs me. Without me to keep him steady he would be ten times more violent, and I do love him after all. If he struck out sometimes, he was just trying to make me see that. Now I do see,” Caren told him.

"See?" he cried. “You're not seeing! You’re letting pity for him rob you of good common sense! Look around you, Caren! Only a crazy man could have done this. I'm not leaving you alone to face a madman! I'm staying to protect you. Tell me what you could do if he decides to make you pay again for leaving him alone in Spain? Could you get up and run? No! I'm not leaving you here, unprotected, when he might come home drunk, or on drugs,” Daniel started.

“He doesn't use drugs!" Caren defended, protective of the good that was in Leeland, and for some reason, wanting to forget all that wasn't.

"He jumped on your toes, when you need those toes to dance on, so don't tell me you will have a sane man to deal with. You need to leave him,” Daniel insisted only to be rebuffed.

"Daniel, I'm going to have Leeland's baby. I went to a gynecologist while I was in town. It's the reason I stayed longer than I originally intended. Leeland and I are having a baby."

She could have slapped him from the way he moved backward. He sat up on the side of the bed and bowed his head into his hands. Then he sobbed, "Always you manage to defeat me, Caren! First William, my brother who I can’t even hate, then Leeland who I’ll never understand why you put up with, and now a baby."

There was a silence for a moment before he suddenly faced her, "Come away and let me be the father to that child! Leeland isn't fit!”

"Daniel I'm going to have the baby with Leeland,” Caren said with a firm resolution that surprised even herself, “I want Leeland's child for I do love him, Daniel, and I've failed him in so many ways. Failed him because you and William got in my eyes, and I didn't appreciate what I could have had in him. I should have been a better wife, and then he wouldn't have needed those girls. I…” Caren tried to continue before Daniel interrupted.

"You forgive him for breaking your toes?" he asked, astonished.

"He kept begging me to say I loved him, and I never would. I kept a deceptive parasol over my head, to keep dark doubts in my mind, and I refused to see anything that was noble and fine about him but his dancing. I didn't realize that to love me, even when I denied him, was noble and fine in itself. So, let me go, Daniel. Even if I never dance again, I'll have his child and he will go on to fame without me."

Daniel looked at her with deep sadness before standing up and leaving.

So Caren slept only to bolt awake at the sound of a telephone ringing.

Why did a telephone ringing in the dead of night always have such a threatening sound?

Caren sleepily reached for the receiver and muttered, "Hello?”

"Mrs. Leeland Laurent?"

Caren came awake a bit more, and rubbed at her eyes. "Yes, this is she."

She named a hospital on the other side of town, “Mrs.Laurent, would you please come as quickly as possible? If you can, have someone else drive you. Your husband was in an auto accident, and is even now in surgery. Bring with you his insurance papers, identification, and any medical history you have, Mrs. Laurent...are you there?"

But she wasn’t she was back to being a young child and hearing her father was dead in auto accident, and she instantly cried out, “Daniel!” Hoping her hadn’t left.

He was to her in a second coming from the other room, “I’m here,” he said, for he always was and would never truly leave her.

In that dim and lonely hour that comes before dawn, Daniel and Caren arrived at the hospital.

In one of those sterile waiting rooms they sat down to wait and find out if Leeland would survive the accident and the surgery.

Finally, around noon, after hours in the recovery room, they brought him down. They had him laid out on what they called a "fracture bed", a torturous looking device that strung up his right leg which wore a cast from his toes to his hip. His left arm was broken, and in a cast, and strung up in a peculiar way too. His pale face was lacerated and bruised. His lips, usually so full and red, were as pale as his skin. But all of that was nothing compared to his head.

Caren shivered to look. His head had been shaved and small holes drilled for metal calipers to be hooked in to pull his head up and backward. A leather collar lined with fleece was fastened about his neck. A broken neck! Plus a leg fracture, and a compound fracture of his forearm, was to say nothing of the internal injuries that had kept him on the operating table three hours.

Caren cried out, “Will he live?”

"He is on the critical list, Mrs. Laurent," they answered so calmly, "If he has other close relatives, we suggest you contact them."

Daniel made the call to Madame Milena, for Caren was deathly afraid he'd pass away any moment, and she might miss the only chance to tell him she loved him. And if that happened, she'd be cursed and haunted all through the rest of her life.

Days passed. Leeland flitted in and out of consciousness.

He stared at Caren with eyes lackluster, unfocused. He spoke but his voice came so thick, heavy and unintelligible she couldn't understand. She forgave him for all the little sins, and the big ones too, as you are apt to when death is around the corner.

She rented a room in the hospital next to his where she could catch naps, but she never had a full night's rest. She had to be there when he came to, where he could see and know, so she could plead with him to fight, to live, and, most of all, say all the words she'd so stingily kept from his ears.

"Leeland," she whispered, her voice hoarse from saying it so often, "Please don't die!"

Their dancing friends and musicians flocked to the hospital to offer what consolation they could. His room filled with flowers from hundreds of fans.

Madame Milena flew up from South Carolina and stalked into the room wearing a dreary black dress. She gazed down on the unconscious face of her only child without any expression of grief.

“Better he die now," she said flatly, “than to wake up and find himself a cripple for life.”

“How dare you say that?" Caren flared, ready to strike her, "He's alive-and he's not doomed. His spinal cord wasn't injured! He'll walk again, and dance again too!"

Then came the pity and disbelief to shimmer her jet eyes and then she was in tears. She who'd boasted she never cried, never showed grief, wept in Caren’s arms.

"Say it again, that he'll dance-oh, don't lie, he's got to dance again!"

Five horrible days came and went before Leeland could focus his eyes enough to really see. Unable to turn his head, he rolled his eyes Caren’s way.

"Hi."

"Hello, dreamer. I thought you were never going to wake up," Caren said.

He smiled, a thin ironic smile, "No such luck, Caren love."

His eyes flicked downward to his strung-up leg. "I'd rather be dead than like this."

Caren got up and went to his fracture bed that was made with two wide strips of rough canvas slipped over strong rods. It was a hard, unyielding bed to lie on, yet she stretched beside him very carefully, and curled her fingers into his tangle of remaining uncombed hair.

Her free hand stroked his chest, “Lee, you're not paralyzed. Your spinal cord was not severed, crushed, or even bruised. It's just in shock, so to speak."

He had an uninjured arm that could have reached to hold her, but it stayed straight at his side, "You're lying," he said bitterly, "I can't feel one damn thing from my waist down. Not your hand on my chest either. Now get the hell out of here! You don't love me! You wait until you think I'm ready to kick off, and then you come with your sweet words! I don't want or need your pity-so get the hell out, and stay out!"

Caren left his bed and reached for her purse, crying, even as he cried and stared at the ceiling.

“Damn you for wrecking our apartment!" Caren stormed when she could talk, "You tore up my clothes!" Caren rampaged, angry now, and wanting to slap his face that was already bruised and swollen, “Damn you for breaking all our beautiful things! You knew how painstakingly we chose all those lamps, the accessories that cost a fortune. You know we wanted to leave them as heirlooms for our children. Now we've got nothing left to leave anyone!”

He grinned, satisfied. “Yeah, nothing left for nobody,” he yawned, as if dismissing her, but she was unwilling to be dismissed, "Got no kids, thank God. Never gonna have any. You can get a divorce. Marry some son of a bitch and make his life miserable too."

"Leeland," Caren said with such heavy sadness, "Have I made your life miserable?"

He blinked, as if not wanting to answer that, but she asked him again, and again, until she forced him to say, "Not altogether miserable-we had a few moments."

"Only a few?"

"Well... maybe more than a few. But you don't have to stay on and take care of an invalid. Get the hell out while you can. I'm no good, you know that. I've been unfaithful to you time and again."

"If you are again, I'll cut your heart out!"

"Go 'way, Caren. I'm tired."

He sounded sleepy from the many sedatives they fed into him and shot into him, “Kids are not good for people like us anyway."

“People like us...?"

"Yeah, people like us."

"How are we different?”

He mockingly, sleepily laughed, bitterly too, "We're not real. We don't belong to the human race."

"What are we then?"

“Dancing dolls, that's all. Dancing fools, afraid to be real people and live in the real world. That's why we prefer fantasy. Didn't you know?" He asked.

"No, I didn't know. I always thought we were real,” Caren whispered.

"It wasn't me who ruined your things, it was Loretta. I watched, though."

Caren felt sick, scared he was telling the truth. Was she only a dancing doll? Couldn't she make her way in the real world, outside the theater? Wasn't she better at coping than her mother?

"Leeland ... I do love you, honest I do. I used to think I loved someone else, because it seemed so unnatural to go from one love to another. When I was a little girl, I used to believe love came only once in a lifetime, and that was the best kind. I thought once you loved one person, you never could love another. But I was wrong,” Caren tried.

"Get out and leave me alone. I don't want to hear what you've got to say, not now. Now I don't give a damn," Leeland told her.

Tears coursed down Caren’s face and dropped down on him. He closed his eyes and refused to see, or listen. She leaned to kiss his lips, and they stayed tight, hard, unresponding.

Next he spat, "Stop! You sicken me!"

"I love you, Leeland," she sobbed, “and I'm sorry if I realized it too late, and said it too late but don't let it be too late. I'm expecting your baby, the fourteenth in a long line of dancers, and that baby is a lot to live for, even if you don't love me anymore. Don't close your eyes and pretend not to hear, because you are going to be a father, whether or not you want to be."

He rolled his dark, shining eyes her way, and she saw why they shone, for they were full of tears.

Tears of self-pity, or tears of frustration, she didn't know.

But he spoke more kindly, and there was a tone of love in his voice, "I advise you to get rid of it, Caren. Fourteen is no luckier a number than thirteen."

She left his room to sleep on Daniel’s shoulder for a few hours. When she got up she walked to Leeland’s room to see he was asleep, deeply asleep. The intravenous tube that led to his arm ran under the sheet and into his vein.

But for some reason she fixed her eyes upon that bottle with the pale yellow liquid that seemed more water than anything else, so quickly it was being depleted.

She ran back to shake Daniel awake, "Daniel," she said, as he tried to pull himself together, “isn't that IV supposed to just trickle into his arm? It's running out very quickly,too quickly, I think."

Hardly were the words out of her mouth when Daniel was up and running toward Leeland's room.

Daniel only had to throw back the sheet to see the problem, the tube had been cut!

"Oh, God," sighed Daniel, "an air bubble must have reached his heart."

Caren stared at the shiny scissors held so loosely in Leeland’s slack right hand.

"He cut the tube himself," she whispered, "he cut the tube himself, and now he's dead, dead, dead.”

Daniel turned on the nurse, but Caren stopped him even in her grief, “It's all right," she said dully, "If he hadn't done it this way, it would have been another. I should have known and warned you. There was no life for him if he could never dance again. No life at all.”

Leeland was buried next to his father. On the headstone, Caren made sure Madame Milena agreed to the name she added:

Leeland Laurent Romanov, beloved husband of Caren, and thirteenth in a long line of Russian male ballet stars.

Maybe it was ostentatious and gave away her own failure to love him enough while he lived, but she had to let him have it the way he wanted or as she thought he wanted.

Daniel, William, Cassidy and her paused at the foot of his father’s grave too, and she bowed her head to show respect to Leelands father. Respect she should have given him too.

“Caren," said William when they were all seated in the long black limousine, "your room is still as it was, all yours. Come home and live with Cassidy and me until your baby is born. Daniel will be there too, doing his internship at the local Hospital."

Caren stared over at Daniel who was seated on the jumpseat, knowing he'd won a much better position in a very important hospital—and he was interning in a small, unimportant one.

“Duke is so far away, Caren," he said with his eyes avoiding hers. “It was bad enough traveling when I was in college and med school so if you don't mind, let me be somewhere near so I can be here the day your son or daughter arrives in the world."

Madame Milena jolted so her head almost struck the ceiling of the car, "You carry Leeland's child?" She cried. "Why didn't you tell me before? How wonderful!" She glowed, so the sadness dropped from her like a gloomy cloak. “Now Leeland's not dead at all, for he will father a son, who will be exactly like him!”

"It may be a girl, Madame," William said softly, while he reached for Caren’s hand causing Daniel to turn away slightly, “I know you long for a boy like your son, but I long for a little girl like Caren and Cassidy ...but if it's a boy, I won't object."

"Object?" cried Madame. "God in his infinite wisdom and mercy will send to Caren the exact duplicate of Leeland! And he will dance, and he will reach the fame that was waiting just around the corner for the son of my husband!"

That night as Caren sat on the porch, the door behind her opened and closed quietly. She didn't look to see who it was, for she knew. She was good at sensing people, even in the dark.

William sat in the chair next to hers, and rocked his chair in the same rhythm as she rocked.

"Caren," he said softly, "I hate to see you sitting there with that lost and drained expression. Don't think all the good things in your life have passed you by and nothing is left. You're still very young, very beautiful, and after your baby is born, you can quickly whip yourself back into shape, and dance until you feel you're ready to retire and teach."

She didn't turn her head. Dance again? How could she dance when Leeland lay in the ground? All she had was the baby. She would make the baby the center of her life. She would teach her child to dance, and he or she would reach the fame that should have been Leeland’s and hers. Everything that her mother failed to give her and her siblings she would bestow on her child.

Never would her child be neglected. When her child reached for her, she would be there. When her child cried out for Momma, he wouldn't have to make do with only an older sister. No, she’d be like her mother was when she was with her father. That was what hurt the most, that she could change from someone loving and kind into what she was, a monster. Never, never would she treat her child as her mother treated hers!

She had to be careful and not eat junk food; She had to drink plenty of milk, take vitamins, and think happy thoughts, not vengeful ones. Every day from now on she would play ballet music. Inside her, her baby would hear, and even before he or she was born a small living soul would be indoctrinated to the dance.

She smiled, thinking of all the pretty tutus she could buy for her little girl. She smiled even more to think of a boy like his father with dark blue eyes just like his.

Carailand Ryan Laurent would be his name. Carailand for both her and his father and Ryan for Daniel’s little brother who now filled her dreams, remembering the way Daniel described him.

Though she tried diligently to think only of the innocent child growing within her, still her thoughts would steal to her mother, filling her with hate, filling her with unwanted plans for revenge. For somehow she had caused Leeland’s death too.

Madame Milena came often to check on her condition,and filled her with authoritative advice.

“Now you keep up your practicing; play the ballet music to fill Leeland’s baby with love for beauty before he is born; inside you he'll know the dance is waiting for him."

She glanced down at Caren’s feet that had finally healed, “How do those toes feel now?"

"Fine," she answered dully, though they ached when it rained.

The long days of grief sped by more quickly because she had Leeland's baby, part of him to keep with her.

Soon Christmas was upon them, and she was so large she didn't feel she should show herself. Daniel insisted, along with William, that it would be good therapy to go shopping.

Caren bought an antique gold locket to send to Madame Ephron, and inside she put two small photos of Leeland and her, in their Romeo and Juliet costumes.

Shortly after Christmas her thank-you note arrived:

Dear Caren, my own love,

Yours is the best gift of all. I grieve for your beautiful dancing husband. I grieve for you most of all if you decide not to dance again just because you are to become a mother! Long ago you would have been a prima ballerina if your husband had shown less arrogance and more respect for those in authority. Keep in shape, do exercises and bring your baby with you. My poor son just had a baby himself, I pray he will be a dancer. Bring your darling child and they can run around together. We will all live together in my place until you find a new dancer to love. Life offers many chances, not just one. Come back.

Forever here for you,

Madame Ephron

Her note put a wistful smile on Caren’s face.

It was a cold February night when Caren felt her first contraction. She gasped from the sharp pain. She had known it would hurt, but not so much!

She glanced at the clock, two o’clock in the morning of Valentine's Day. Her baby would be born on what would have been her and Leeland’s sixth wedding anniversary!

"Leeland," she cried out, as if he could hear her, "you are about to become a father!"

She got up and dressed as speedily as she could before she crossed the hall to rap on William's door. He mumbled something in the way of a question.

“William," Caren called, "I think I just had my first contraction."

"Thank God!" he cried from the other side, instantly wide awake. "Are you all set to go?"

"Of course. I've been ready for a month."

"I'll call your doctor, then alert Daniel, you sit down and take it easy!"

"Would it be all right if I came in?" Caren asked.

He swung open the door, wearing only his trousers, "You're the calmest mother-to-be I've ever seen," he said as he helped her sit.

He raced next to swipe at his face with an electric razor, then he was running to put on a shirt and tie.

“Had any more contractions?" He asked.

It was on the tip of her tongue to say no, when another seized her. She doubled over, “Fifteen minutes since the last."

She gasped and he looked pale as he pulled on his jacket, then came to help her up,"Okay, I'll put you in the car first, then go for your suitcase. Keep calm, don't worry, this baby will have three doctors doing their very best..."

"To get in each other's way," Caren concluded.

"To see you have the best medical attention possible," he corrected.

He left a note for Cassidy for when she woke up, also telling her to call Madame Milena and put the tape they made for her.

It seemed forever before the hospital loomed up ahead. Under a protective canopy at the emergency entrance, a solitary intern paced restlessly back and forth. Daniel, who said "Thank God you're here! I was picturing all sorts of calamities," even as he assisted her out, while someone else rushed up with a wheelchair, and without any of the preliminaries other patients had to endure.

She was snug in bed in no time at all and gasping from another contraction.

Three hours later, her son was born, Daniel and William were there, both of them with tears in their eyes, but it was Daniel who picked up her son, still with the cord attached, messy and bloody. He put him upon her belly and held him there while another doctor did what he had to.

"Caren can you see him?" Daniel asked tears in his eyes.

“He's beautiful,” Caren breathed in awe, seeing all that light wavy hair, the perfect little red body. With a fierce anger so like his father's he waved his tiny fists and flailed his thin legs, screaming at all the indignities inflicted upon him and all the light that came so suddenly to shine in his eyes, and put him center stage, so to speak.

“His name is Carailand Ryan Laurent, but I'm going to call him Cary,” Caren whispered.

Both Daniel and William heard her thin whisper. She was so tired, so sleepy.

“Ryan?” William asked for the rest was understandable to him.

It wasn't Caren who had the strength to answer. It was Daniel who understood all of it.

“Carailand was for both of them, and she always did love Cary Grant movies. But he’s blonde and beautiful just like my brother Ryan was. I used to tell her about him all the time when she first came here,” he whispered with a small smile.

For a moment their eyes met and she smiled. How wonderful to be understood, and never have to explain.

#cary: musing #cary: story #caren: musing #danield: musing #harry: musing #anything in these story pieces is something cary knows happened #most of this writing comes from the book in which cary's character is largely based on with several details changed and parts rewritten #we worship cary's bad ass mother caren and amazing step father daniel in this house

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